Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178 
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jun 10, 2016 1:31:47 GMT -8
Megan came running with Raulio into the Central Plaza, seeing the destruction caused from the battle. "We have to find my uncle, he must be fighting somewhere!" The young mage sees a bunch of people standing around. Who were they? Wait, was the fight over? She walks past them and looks around to see three people on the ground with torn armor. She turned her head and saw him. She dropped her staff Eulux on the ground, it bounced off the pavement before clacking into a resting position. On her way she shoved some Dawn Riders aside, "Get out of my way! That's my uncle! LEVI!" She manages to make her way over to her uncle's body, Aegon standing above him. She knelt by Levi, worried for him. "Levi? Uncle Levi I'm here! I came as fast as I could to help our nation! Levi?" Her arms are around him and she tries shaking him, he's all limp. Tears start forming in her eyes, it couldn't be... he was just knocked out right? She looked up at Aegon, "My Uncle Levi, I-..." "He's gone. He gave his life for them." He waved an arm to the three people who landed the finishing blows on Jorech, they were still recovering. He waved his arms to the soldiers all around, any who were injured now healed. "He even helped them all." He looked down at her, his eyes still watery, "He gave me message for you,"He took a knee coming to eye level with her, "He wanted you to know that he loves you just as your parents did, and that he is very proud of you." He waited a moment, "You were the among his last thoughts, I am sorry." Aegon stood once more. He left the young girl to mourn and walked to Nyx. He removed his robe and covered the recovering queen and helped her stand, "Your men love you, if nothing else that would be enough. Your land is destroyed, you are among the most noble and brave people I have ever seen and yet this tragedy had befallen you and yours." He walked with her towards the ruins of the palace, "If I may..." He reached his one hand out to the collapsed building, a wave of magic exiting his hand and coursing through the rubble. He closed his hand into a fist and the sound of rubble shifting about was heard. A flash of teleporting magic and Aegon held an item in his hand. Low and behold the crown of Aaedan, a silver cloak made from a lion pelt. It was dirty and dusty. Aegon took a knee, folding the lion cloak with a bit of simple magic and a smooth move of his single arm. He offered it to the queen, "Your lands may be gone but the spirit of Aaedan will live on through you, take your cloak, Queen Nyx Mann, Lichbane." The queen no swathed in the traveler's robes looked down at the man, the cloak he offered was the equal of a crown, Aaedan's crown. Someone would need to lead her people through the hardships to come. She took the cloak and threw it across her shoulders. She looked out to every one in the plaza. Isranians, Land Tillers, Berlovians, Gauldanians, and her own people. People who came and purged the White City of the undead, people who came to the Aaedanian's aid when it was needed most. She walked slowly to her father's warmaul. She stopped before it, "I cannot possibly pay back what was done here for Aaedan today. Rather, I would ask for another favor. Go back to your lands. Ask your Kings, your Queens, your Senates for their presence. I ask them to gather in Isra," she looked at General Finch, "If they will have me." She looked down at her fathers war-maul, Aegon's arm still next to it along with a large pool of his blood. She gripped the maul, her eyes suddenly went full blue, glowing brilliantly, a blue smoke rolling out of them. With a grunt she lifted the mighty weapon with on hand. "Aaedan is dead! Last Legion, sac the city! Take all the gold and jewels!!" |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2016 1:43:20 GMT -8
"He's gone. He gave his life for them." He waved an arm to the three people who landed the finishing blows on Jorech, they were still recovering. He waved his arms to the soldiers all around, any who were injured now healed. "He even helped them all." He looked down at her, his eyes still watery, "He gave me message for you,"He took a knee coming to eye level with her, "He wanted you to know that he loves you just as your parents did, and that he is very proud of you." He waited a moment, "You were the among his last thoughts, I am sorry." Aegon stood once more. He left the young girl to mourn and walked to Nyx. He removed his robe and covered the recovering queen and helped her stand, "Your men love you, if nothing else that would be enough. Your land is destroyed, you are among the most noble and brave people I have ever seen and yet this tragedy had befallen you and yours." He walked with her towards the ruins of the palace, "If I may..." He reached his one hand out to the collapsed building, a wave of magic exiting his hand and coursing through the rubble. He closed his hand into a fist and the sound of rubble shifting about was heard. A flash of teleporting magic and Aegon held an item in his hand. Low and behold the crown of Aaedan, a silver cloak made from a lion pelt. It was dirty and dusty. Aegon took a knee, folding the lion cloak with a bit of simple magic and a smooth move of his single arm. He offered it to the queen, "Your lands may be gone but the spirit of Aaedan will live on through you, take your cloak, Queen Nyx Mann, Lichbane." The queen no swathed in the traveler's robes looked down at the man, the cloak he offered was the equal of a crown, Aaedan's crown. Someone would need to lead her people through the hardships to come. She took the cloak and threw it across her shoulders. She looked out to every one in the plaza. Isranians, Land Tillers, Berlovians, Gauldanians, and her own people. People who came and purged the White City of the undead, people who came to the Aaedanian's aid when it was needed most. She walked slowly to her father's warmaul. She stopped before it, "I cannot possibly pay back what was done here for Aaedan today. Rather, I would ask for another favor. Go back to your lands. Ask your Kings, your Queens, your Senates for their presence. I ask them to gather in Isra," she looked at General Finch, "If they will have me." She looked down at her fathers war-maul, Aegon's arm still next to it along with a large pool of his blood. She gripped the maul, her eyes suddenly went full blue, glowing brilliantly, a blue smoke rolling out of them. With a grunt she lifted the mighty weapon with on hand. "Aaedan is dead! Last Legion, sac the city! Take all the gold and jewels!!" The Last Legion responded with a united salute, the sound of roughly 2,000 fists slamming into armor, and a united voice cried out, "YES MY QUEEN!" They then set out to gather as much of the wealth Aaedan had mustered before its collapse. A quarter of them went to the military district, their goal to build wagons. Meanwhile the rest would begin moving house to house clearing them of Gold, silver, jewels, anything that could be considered valuable and piling it in the streets. |
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Aegon
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 238 
Age: ??
Physical Description: Six and a half feet tall, lean and fit, his black hair still long now has a braid that comes down the right side of his chest. dark and steely. A full beard now adorns his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: He now wears simple clothes. A sleeveless black tunic, dark brown cloth trousers, leather sandals, often a leather cuirass. A green hald cloak adorns his shoulders and can be used as a hood if he needs one.
He still has several magical orbs in his possession that float around his person invisible unless used. Those that glimpse them see golden orbs etched with various geometric patterns and studded with gems. Each with a secret.
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Registered: Jul 16, 2015 21:33:03 GMT -8
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Post by Aegon on Jun 10, 2016 1:58:04 GMT -8
"He's gone. He gave his life for them." He waved an arm to the three people who landed the finishing blows on Jorech, they were still recovering. He waved his arms to the soldiers all around, any who were injured now healed. "He even helped them all." He looked down at her, his eyes still watery, "He gave me message for you,"He took a knee coming to eye level with her, "He wanted you to know that he loves you just as your parents did, and that he is very proud of you." He waited a moment, "You were the among his last thoughts, I am sorry." Aegon stood once more. He left the young girl to mourn and walked to Nyx. He removed his robe and covered the recovering queen and helped her stand, "Your men love you, if nothing else that would be enough. Your land is destroyed, you are among the most noble and brave people I have ever seen and yet this tragedy had befallen you and yours." He walked with her towards the ruins of the palace, "If I may..." He reached his one hand out to the collapsed building, a wave of magic exiting his hand and coursing through the rubble. He closed his hand into a fist and the sound of rubble shifting about was heard. A flash of teleporting magic and Aegon held an item in his hand. Low and behold the crown of Aaedan, a silver cloak made from a lion pelt. It was dirty and dusty. Aegon took a knee, folding the lion cloak with a bit of simple magic and a smooth move of his single arm. He offered it to the queen, "Your lands may be gone but the spirit of Aaedan will live on through you, take your cloak, Queen Nyx Mann, Lichbane." The queen no swathed in the traveler's robes looked down at the man, the cloak he offered was the equal of a crown, Aaedan's crown. Someone would need to lead her people through the hardships to come. She took the cloak and threw it across her shoulders. She looked out to every one in the plaza. Isranians, Land Tillers, Berlovians, Gauldanians, and her own people. People who came and purged the White City of the undead, people who came to the Aaedanian's aid when it was needed most. She walked slowly to her father's warmaul. She stopped before it, "I cannot possibly pay back what was done here for Aaedan today. Rather, I would ask for another favor. Go back to your lands. Ask your Kings, your Queens, your Senates for their presence. I ask them to gather in Isra," she looked at General Finch, "If they will have me." She looked down at her fathers war-maul, Aegon's arm still next to it along with a large pool of his blood. She gripped the maul, her eyes suddenly went full blue, glowing brilliantly, a blue smoke rolling out of them. With a grunt she lifted the mighty weapon with on hand. "Aaedan is dead! Last Legion, sac the city! Take all the gold and jewels!!" Aegon would do one more bit of magic before resting. The queen used a sword and the hammer was no proper tool for her. He built up magic in his only hand and shot it at the hammer held so far above the queen's head. The weapon glowed bright blue and like a liquid, part of it snaked down Nyx's arm and spread slowly across her body. after a moment the glow faded. Jorech's weapon now transformed. It was now a great-sword. Its hilt a a golden upward "U", its handle a dark brown leather, its pummel the head of a golden lion. Nyx had a new set of armor, exactly liker old set but a dull silver with golden accents. Not only that but all the dirt and wear on the Lion cloak was removed and it shined pure white as if it was newly made. Aegon fell backwards onto his ass. He was done. Tired, drained, but he had to at least give the queen a proper set of clothes a weapon she could truly wield. |
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Post by Ralakor Overlord of Belrow on Jun 10, 2016 2:04:06 GMT -8
The black ooze had no power over Ralakor when the Dead king exploded. There was no flesh to melt and no organs to dissolve. He could feel no pain. Yet he saw the pain of the others. Some were taken by the black pitch. Their spirits moving on to the next plain. He could feel them leave. Through the gates of the dead. For a horrible second, Ralakor envied them. They could move on. While he was forever stuck in the plain of the living. An outsider.
The orb its self was the Ralakors main concern though. While the other's rushed to one anothers aid to try and protect and heal each other. The dark spirit was trying to escape its prison. It took most of Ralakors attention to keep it contained. It was a horrible thing. Twisted by dark ambition this thing wished for only power, nothing more. He spoke to The queen, into her head. Through the collapsed walls of the castle
"I have captured what ever possessed your father. It is a dark and terrible thing. I will take it back to my city for study and for safety. If that is your wish." He paused for a moment unsure if he should say. "I am sorry for what has transpired here today. If you wish I shall leave behind a contingent to prepare the city dead for a proper ceremony. If there is one thing my people know how to do. It is to give the dead a proper burial.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jun 10, 2016 3:27:34 GMT -8
Protected by Sariandi's shield, Ildesias could do little but watch as the events transpired. The acid that had once been there had gone, at the cost of someone else's life, while Jorech had been destroyed and victory over the undead finally won. It seemed they had accomplished what they had set out to do.
"I suppose we've done what we came here to do Sarandi," he told her, turning around as the sky cleared and walking back towards her. "Let's take our leave. I'd rather not stay in this place any longer than I have to."
He began to walk away from the Plaza, not bothering to stop and speak to anyone else there. He would reply if approached, but after the day's events he wasn't feeling in the most conversational of moods.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jun 10, 2016 4:21:18 GMT -8
The Dawn Riders watched in awe as Aegon performed his magic, and the light sang out, healing their wounded soldiers and mounts. Liz felt a beak brushing her shoulder and turned to embrace her beloved griffin, tears streaming down her face as she buried it into his feathers. Once Queen Nyx finished her speech, Liz led the Dawn Riders in a cheer for the young Queen, who had more than earned the respect of one of Isra's most elite legions.
Liz made her way over to where the Queen stood as she gave orders to her soldiers. She saluted and bowed as she approached, offering proper respect to the new Queen.
"Queen Nyx, though I can not speak for Lady Naoki, as Isra's representative in this fight, I can assure you that I will do my utmost to ensure that the meeting you requested takes place. What will you and your soldiers do in the meantime?"
Judging by the destruction of the city, she guessed they wouldn't be trying to rebuild Aaedan.
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Sariandi Osoria
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: You're better off not knowing.
Physical Description: A buxom and curvaceous Elven beauty, Sariandi is lightly muscled and of average height. She has fair skin and the lightly pointed ears of her race, with golden hair that falls to mid-thigh, framing delicate features. At least, that's how she looks most of the the time; sometimes she becomes a four-foot-long sword with a rune-inscribed blade and a sweeping winged crossguard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Sariandi wears revealing clothing that enhances her assets in various shades of blue, gold, green, and brown (with the occasional red or purple, it really depends on her mood). She carries no equipment or weaponry.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 0:04:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sariandi Osoria on Jun 10, 2016 10:41:23 GMT -8
"Yes, our work here is done." This was said quietly as Sariandi nodded, then turned and followed Ildesias out of the ruined city. Her cloak was summoned from where it had been abandoned and draped around her shoulders, the hood pulled up to hide her delicate features from the return of the sun. They could have their celebration, their national summits.. she and Ildesias had things of their own to tend to.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jun 10, 2016 11:53:57 GMT -8
Jun's light construct was completely eroded and bits of acid were steaming away at her armor when the light shined out. Just like that it was over. She got up from the kneeling position she was in and swiveled around to see what had happened. She saw Aegon standing over the body of a lifeless mage. Slowly she walked up to the weeping woman, Megan Zachurr, standing over him. She looked at him, looked at Megan, and looked at Aegon. From the bits and pieces of conversation she was around to har, she inferred what happened. Her eyes watered and at least one tear managed to escape. "I'm... I'm so sorry..." She said to Megan. Not really knowing what else to do, she kneeled down on one knee towards the body, folded her hands together in prayer, and hung her head low. "Thank you." She whispered. |
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Raulio Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 28
Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 19:52:13 GMT -8
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Jun 10, 2016 12:04:14 GMT -8
Raulio leaned closed and hugged Megan.
"May songs be sung about him for eternity."
He remained silent as everyone else dealt with the aftermath of the tragedy.
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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 Jun 10, 2016 12:58:10 GMT -8
Megan couldn't believe he was gone. First her parents and now her uncle. She didn't treat him very well, being very rebellious, but he always took care of her, making sure she scrubbed her teeth clean and studied. She buries her face in Levi's chest and sobs. "No..."
Megan had no family left now. Her homeland was destroyed. Her whole world seemed gone now. Was her quest even still worth pursuing?
She was then joined by Jun and Raulio. "Thank you. Raulio, I don't know what to do now."
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Raynor of the Celadine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 45
Physical Description: 5'8"
Clothes and Equipment: Adorned in the shamanic furs of the head of the Celadine Clan, Raynor also wears light, magically enhanced metal armor plates on his body. His primary weapon is a one-handed war hammer, his secondary a small buckler shield.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 19:10:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raynor of the Celadine on Jun 10, 2016 17:33:43 GMT -8
Off in the distance, Raynor had witnessed the battle. When he saw that his daughter was moments from death he of course immediately came running on his horse. His heart nearly stopped when he heard her cry out her would-be final words. But thankfully Aegon and the mysterious stranger had saved her life, a fact he would be eternally grateful for.
He heard the queen's command, and so would bear it in mind as he returned to the Expanse.
He walked up to Jun and rubbed her shoulders. Jun would stand up and give him a big hug. She would weep freely into his chest.
"Aegon... I cannot thank you enough for what you've done. You helped my forces in battle, you helped save my nation, and you saved my daughter's life. If you should ever come to our home you will be treated as an elder and as a hero."
She rubbed the top of Jun's head and looked on at Levi's body. He closed his eyes and began to whisper a prayer.
With the battle over, the rest of Raynor's men, including those at the fortifications, would lay down their arms and say a prayer for the entire city's population as well as their fallen comrades. The fact that an entire civilization had been destroyed was still a surreal thought to hold.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jun 10, 2016 18:52:15 GMT -8
The Dawn Riders watched in awe as Aegon performed his magic, and the light sang out, healing their wounded soldiers and mounts. Liz felt a beak brushing her shoulder and turned to embrace her beloved griffin, tears streaming down her face as she buried it into his feathers. Once Queen Nyx finished her speech, Liz led the Dawn Riders in a cheer for the young Queen, who had more than earned the respect of one of Isra's most elite legions. Liz made her way over to where the Queen stood as she gave orders to her soldiers. She saluted and bowed as she approached, offering proper respect to the new Queen. "Queen Nyx, though I can not speak for Lady Naoki, as Isra's representative in this fight, I can assure you that I will do my utmost to ensure that the meeting you requested takes place. What will you and your soldiers do in the meantime?" Judging by the destruction of the city, she guessed they wouldn't be trying to rebuild Aaedan. She saw Shintaro on the ground and started walking towards him, waving to Finch to walk with her. She talked as she walked, "We will sac the city, mourn the dead and prepare for this exodus. I will likely go ahead and secure supplies for the people with what silver, gold and gems we can find." She finally was upon Shintaro. She kneeled down rubbed his head, "Did you die?" |
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Jun 10, 2016 19:31:19 GMT -8
"Huh? I think so..." Shintaro said as he opened his eyes, "In this light I swear there's a valkyrie in front of me."
Shintaro starts to get up. He looks down to see that he is still alive, the slime was gone. "I'm alive after all. Perhaps fate isn't against me."
He examines Nyx again and he laughs, "You seem to have gotten new equipment, while mine has been damaged."
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Xel'rath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: If Xel'rath has a true form, it is unknown as to what it really looks like. It can take on the appearance of anything or anyone with complete perfection.
Clothes and Equipment: None, Xel'rath can conjure anything it needs along with it's many forms.
Player's online availability : Unknown
Registered: Nov 3, 2015 18:47:56 GMT -8
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Post by Xel'rath on Jun 12, 2016 11:32:02 GMT -8
Xel'rath would hover in the Central Plaza for a while longer. The demeanor of his comrades changed drastically when one of them died, a common pattern he had noted among most races of the overworld. He would have done something to prevent the man's death, yet he could not stop him from giving his own life if he decided it was necessary to do so. Letting whatever magic he had gathered dissipate for now, Xel'rath would look over the scene once more. It seemed to conflict was dealt with for now, and there was nothing else left for him to do, as he could not bring Levi back from the dead.
The mission overall was still a success, and Jun was still alive along with most of his party. Any casualties sustained by the city or the armies fighting was unavoidable given their assigned task.
I will be leaving now, Xel'rath said telepathically to Jun through her gem before vanishing, teleporting far away.
<exit>
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jun 12, 2016 19:28:59 GMT -8
"Huh? I think so..." Shintaro said as he opened his eyes, "In this light I swear there's a valkyrie in front of me." Shintaro starts to get up. He looks down to see that he is still alive, the slime was gone. "I'm alive after all. Perhaps fate isn't against me." He examines Nyx again and he laughs, "You seem to have gotten new equipment, while mine has been damaged." "What magic can do. Stand, I'm sure we can find you something." She held her hand out to bring him up. |
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Jun 12, 2016 20:49:15 GMT -8
Shintaro grabs her hand and lifts himself up. He does a stretch and looks for his Katana and Wakizashi, finding them close by and placing them in their respective Sayas. "It is a shame losing one's home, I know that feeling well. Question is, what's next?"
While talking to Nyx he'd be discarding the pieces of his ruined armor, he would have to get a replacement set at some point before going off into battle again, which wouldn't be difficult for him to obtain. His great coat had become tattered during the battle and some parts of his Shitagi had become singed, revealing his toned muscular flesh beneath. Shintaro's Ao soldiers would start regrouping nearby, General Ming Lee was with them.
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Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 20
Physical Description: Like all Aaedanian natives she is muscularly built but very lean; mostly her shoulders, hips and legs are built up however. Long wavy black hair adorns her upper chest and shoulders.
Her blue eyes seem to glow in low light. When heightened emotions are in play here eyes glow brilliantly and if her pressed with desperation or rage a smoke like aura flows from them.
She stands 5' 9"
Clothes and Equipment: _______________
Out of battle she usually wears a black dress of light material.
In battle she wears a full suite of full black plate. Gold adorns the armor and it is enchanted to be as light as cloth allowing her quick easy movements and high stamina dispite the armor's weight.
Registered: Aug 10, 2015 14:27:03 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Nyx "The Kingslayer" Mann on Jun 12, 2016 22:25:18 GMT -8
"We sac the city then we find away to bury it. I'm leaving the city, I'm tired of looking at the ruins." With that Nyx left. <Exit to the Military Camp> (this closes the events in Aaedan's White City, please make your exits posts, all are welcome to join Nyx in the Military Camp) |
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Jun 12, 2016 23:01:55 GMT -8
Shintaro follows right behind, his Ao troops would leave the saccing to the Aaedanians. <exit to Military Camp> |
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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 Jun 12, 2016 23:44:38 GMT -8
On the day of the funeral Megan would have Levi's Body placed in a memorable place in the city. Where she and anyone else who knew him would always know where to find him and pay respects. "Goodbye *sniff* goodbye Uncle Levi..." <exits with Raulio Fletcher> |
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jun 13, 2016 3:07:10 GMT -8
With her dead and wounded already returned, Liz mounted St. George and the remaining Dawn Riders followed suit, the entire group taking off into the air in unison. St. George hovered in the air a bit, allowing Liz to watch the sacking of the city for a few moments, before she too left the city behind.
<Exit to Military Camps>
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