Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420 
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Nov 5, 2015 19:28:33 GMT -8
Alden smiles at the strange figure he can see traces of old and new magic on it, but he didn't really need his magical sight to figure that out. His voice is as always chipper and friendly as he says to the stranger.
"I absolutely could use some coin, don't suppose you could spare a few for a poor down on his luck beggar?"
He jingles the pouch he is using for collecting coins his hours of begging has provided scant reward. Despite potential misgiving about dealing with giant shadowy creatures with strange masks maybe this was his lucky break. The skeleton had been nice enough after all best not to judge a book by its cover.
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The Soul Broker
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: Eons
Physical Description: The soul broker is not particularly human-shaped. What's the point? He does business in his natural form, a rather shapeless mass with a large white mask. He "stands" about seven feet tall.
Clothes and Equipment: He doesn't carry any equipment, or wear any clothes. He has a lot of gold in his...pockets. Or somewhere. Who knows. He just carries it around.
Registered: Nov 5, 2015 17:15:34 GMT -8
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Post by The Soul Broker on Nov 5, 2015 19:35:45 GMT -8
"Hmm."
The soul broker leans over Alden, staring into his eyes.
"You seem like an enterprising soul, who hates to have to beg like this. I respect that."
The broker's strange form seems to rustle, as though it was rummaging through pockets. After a moment, it produces a single golden coin and holds it in a sort of limb that looks rather like a hand covered by a heavy sheet. It reaches for Alden's cup, then stops.
"But I could be wrong. What if you're a degenerate who simply wants to get a fix of fairy dust? I really shouldn't..."
He pulls the coin away, still watching Alden closely.
"But no...I'm soft. I couldn't leave you out here with nothing."
The coin vanishes into some manner of pocket, and the limb retracts.
"Tell you what. I'll buy you a meal, alright?"
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Nov 5, 2015 19:45:07 GMT -8
Alden watches the strange creature with a look of bemusement on his face. His eyes do not drift away from the soul brokers face when the creature begins to taunt him with the gold coin, gold is simply a means to end it is not something he covets. Alden carefully considers the creatures offer before he responds.
"Well I was going to buy a bar of soap and clean myself up before getting a meal..."
Alden looks at the meager funds in his beggar pouch. He has acquired about half a gold total in the last few hours. On reflection he actually had no idea how much soap costed so he wasn't sure how much longer he would need to wait to have enough for soap and a meal and a pair of shears. Decision made he gets to his feet and says to the friendly if rather odd creature.
"But beggars can't be choosers right? I know a place that sells the best sandwiches called the Midnight Sun I think you will like it!"
He bubbles with enthusiasm before remembering his manners and saying with slightly more solemnity.
"But of course if you are buying it is your choice kind sir."
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The Soul Broker
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: Eons
Physical Description: The soul broker is not particularly human-shaped. What's the point? He does business in his natural form, a rather shapeless mass with a large white mask. He "stands" about seven feet tall.
Clothes and Equipment: He doesn't carry any equipment, or wear any clothes. He has a lot of gold in his...pockets. Or somewhere. Who knows. He just carries it around.
Registered: Nov 5, 2015 17:15:34 GMT -8
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Post by The Soul Broker on Nov 5, 2015 19:51:35 GMT -8
The broker lets out a soft sound that might pass as chuckling.
"The Midnight Sun sounds excellent. I'm new in town, so I don't know much about the places. And after all, you won't be as well sustained on a meal that you don't like. Come now, lead me to this Midnight Sun. It sounds...interesting."
He chuckles again.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Nov 5, 2015 20:00:46 GMT -8
Alden decided he liked this strange creature it seemed very friendly. Taking a moment to stretch out since he was a little sore from hours of sitting. Turning to the creature he begins talking mid way through a groan.
"Fantastic follow me and I shall lead the way! I am new to the city as well but I got a great view of it from atop the tower with the dragon on it. I do not recommend climbing that tower though the dragon takes major offense to it. Oh! By the way my name is Alden, what is yours?"
He fires out this rambling sentence with his usual energy as he begins to lead the creature out of the bazaar. His skill allowing him to move through the crowds with almost the same level of effortless ease as the shadowy figure.
<Exits to the Midnight Sun>
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The Soul Broker
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: Eons
Physical Description: The soul broker is not particularly human-shaped. What's the point? He does business in his natural form, a rather shapeless mass with a large white mask. He "stands" about seven feet tall.
Clothes and Equipment: He doesn't carry any equipment, or wear any clothes. He has a lot of gold in his...pockets. Or somewhere. Who knows. He just carries it around.
Registered: Nov 5, 2015 17:15:34 GMT -8
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Post by The Soul Broker on Nov 5, 2015 20:12:59 GMT -8
"Oh, I don't really have a name. Call me what you like. Hmm...I suppose if I must give a name, you could call me...Sails."
He follows Alden to the tavern.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 16:34:30 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 12:21:46 GMT -8
A rather disheveled man, wearing a cloak and angular mask, wove through the people and stalls, running to nowhere. Turning a sharp corner, he pressed himself flat against a wall, stopping for breath. The fugitive looked round the corner and let out a relieved sigh. Lost him.
Feeling safer, the man produced a small vial from within his cloak. He took the cork between his teeth, popped it open, and spit the cork around the corner. A quick swig of the drink within and he felt better already. The wonders of alcohol.
The man stepped back into the open–
A hand clamped over his mouth. Struggling, the man tried to scream for help, but to no avail. A blade pressed against the man's back. Eyes wild, he searched for some sign of help, a miracle.
Nothing.
The man grew desperate and pulled a talisman from his pocket; it glowed a pale blue as he channeled its energies to defend against his assailant.
"All the proof I needed."
Stick.
The man's body slumped down in silence, and would not be discovered until long after Smertas was gone.
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Ashani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 16
Registered: Nov 8, 2015 12:38:13 GMT -8
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Post by Ashani on Nov 15, 2015 17:13:53 GMT -8
------------------- Ashani could be seen hanging around the bazaar, browsing the more exotic of goods and checking out the shops and stalls on the way. |
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Registered: Nov 23, 2024 16:34:30 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 17:36:51 GMT -8
A rather suspicious individual in armor the invokes all the gods of all things ominous happens to be checking out the stall behind Ashani. Sidling right behind her, he whispers into his shoulder plate, "So I hear you needed some help."
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Ashani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 16
Registered: Nov 8, 2015 12:38:13 GMT -8
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Post by Ashani on Nov 15, 2015 17:44:05 GMT -8
"Oh, yes.."
She spun around to face him, looking up at Smertas in his armor. She looked pretty small in comparison.
"You don't find that a bit... heavy?"
She lowered her hood and curtsied.
"I'm Ashani Delaca. And I imagine you must be Smertas. You've got people hunting you, you know? But it's for a skillset you must possess, and I do need your help. I can pay coin, especially if it turns out to be nothing, but I don't have much."
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Registered: Nov 23, 2024 16:34:30 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 17:58:36 GMT -8
Upon hearing her question about the armor's weight, he shrugs, and turns around to regard the lady before him. He had expected someone... a little bit taller.
"Oh, of course. Some issues with magic, of course. And fear not for wasting my time – if there is nothing there, then you do need not pay me for services unrendered. It is reward enough to assist the common race of this land. How may I help?"
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Ashani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 16
Registered: Nov 8, 2015 12:38:13 GMT -8
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Post by Ashani on Nov 15, 2015 18:08:37 GMT -8
"Well... this may sound a bit strange, but... I like to travel. I was out walking one evening, along the forest line. I was dipping into the woods to pick blackberries, which are some of the best in the land. But then... I felt a most peculiar feeling... a feeling of dread. Looking behind me, I saw a small cottage that seemed to be harboring some strange magic. I was by myself, so I didn't check it out. But I can't help but feel something... sinister, about that place," she explained.
She beckoned him to follow. If Smertas were on board with examining this with her, at least just to make sure there wasn't a danger to any travelers, then he'd end up following her towards the southern gate.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 23:34:44 GMT -8
"Strange magic, eh..." He follows her to the gate.
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Ashani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 16
Registered: Nov 8, 2015 12:38:13 GMT -8
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Post by Ashani on Nov 16, 2015 0:04:03 GMT -8
"Well..." She passed through the gate, which was a bottleneck of people. Beyond was open field, a road cutting through, its sides still lined with the puddles of recent rain. The air was chilly, and slightly humid. "You'll see what I mean when we get there. It's actually quite a ways out." The nearest treeline was pretty far, though close enough to see even through the rising mists of the moist weather. Cutting through the woods and miles beyond was the road to Medan. Lawless woods created miles of forested space between the two nations... and it was somewhere within those trees, perhaps before they began to incline over shallow mountains, that they'd go. |
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Ashani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 16
Registered: Nov 8, 2015 12:38:13 GMT -8
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Post by Ashani on Nov 19, 2015 14:20:48 GMT -8
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Back the next day, she would browse the bazaar's herbal vendors, checking out the myriad of ingredients they had on display. She'd make a purchase here or there, and then disappear, opting not to spend too much time out. |
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Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131 
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Jan 4, 2016 19:04:12 GMT -8
Megan would go through the bazaar to buy all the supplies she needed to continue her journey. She considered looking for a pack mule, but she figured it would be too much of a drain on her resources. She was building up muscle from carrying her stuff around herself all the time. After buying supplies Megan left to search for a place to stay. <exit to Midnight Sun> |
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Jan 7, 2016 12:02:13 GMT -8
Lum carrying her chocolate barrel heads in to the bazaar. Finding a pleasant spot to sit near a fountain she creates a table out of solid light sets the barrel upon it, and begins the process of eating the entire thing. Using the provided chisel she begins breaking off pieces, and consuming them. She manages to make the process look graceful and dignified, despite the fact that she is literally consuming enough chocolate to kill a person. Her divine aura makes her seem approachable and from time to time children and a few adults, approach to ask for piece they are of course obliged. All in all though it is a rather surreal scene to observe.
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The Soul Broker
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: Eons
Physical Description: The soul broker is not particularly human-shaped. What's the point? He does business in his natural form, a rather shapeless mass with a large white mask. He "stands" about seven feet tall.
Clothes and Equipment: He doesn't carry any equipment, or wear any clothes. He has a lot of gold in his...pockets. Or somewhere. Who knows. He just carries it around.
Registered: Nov 5, 2015 17:15:34 GMT -8
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Post by The Soul Broker on Jan 7, 2016 12:11:11 GMT -8
The soul broker drifts along, exploring he crowd. He looks around at the people, into he people, staring into their souls. Bleh. Common souls. He'd hoped to find a rare one, or a shiny one. He knew of a certain individual who would trade him a pair of conjoined twin's souls for a shiny. But shiny souls are so rare...suddenly, he sees a soul glowing bright, brighter than anything he's ever seen. Sliding through the crowd, he approaches...an angel? Eating chocolate? He scoots closer.
"Excuse me, Ma'am. You wouldn't happen to be an angel, would you?"
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Jan 7, 2016 12:23:53 GMT -8
Lum looks up at the newest interruption to her meal, she looks at the shadowy mass. It was carrying souls, but possessed none of its own, she had heard of such creatures before greedy to have what they could never truly own. She eyes the creature neutrally, much like when Hasdrubal approached her she begins preparing defensive spells. She says calmly, voice neither kind or rude.
"No, I am a holy dragon, creature."
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The Soul Broker
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: Eons
Physical Description: The soul broker is not particularly human-shaped. What's the point? He does business in his natural form, a rather shapeless mass with a large white mask. He "stands" about seven feet tall.
Clothes and Equipment: He doesn't carry any equipment, or wear any clothes. He has a lot of gold in his...pockets. Or somewhere. Who knows. He just carries it around.
Registered: Nov 5, 2015 17:15:34 GMT -8
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Post by The Soul Broker on Jan 7, 2016 12:32:14 GMT -8
"Oh..."
The soul broker reaches into a pocket of sorts and pulls out a long scroll. With his strange limbs that look rather like arms covered in a sheet, he lifts it and starts to read.
"Ranked #1: top-tier gods...#13: Angels...bah. Holy dragons, all the way down at #19. Better than nothing, I suppose."
The broker leans in, looking at Lum'Valia's soul.
"Hmm. Quite pure, extremely high quality, with great strength and...hidden powers. Ooh."
He adopts a cheerful tone.
"Well then, Ma'am. Did you know that most people have no use for a soul?"
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