Wild
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61 
Age: 18
Physical Description: Hair: Long, raven hair, curling lightly when wet.
Eyes: Almond shaped and very dark, which gives her an excellent eyesight at night.
Teeth: White, strong and sharp (Watch out for bites)
Skin: Pale, at the moment covered in scars and bruises.
Body: Average height, slender build. Toned from years of hard physical exercise.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes: Dark pants, white shirt with a brown leather vest. A dark, long cloak with hood. A leather belt around the waistline. Tall, strong boots of solid leather. A long, white gown for formal wear, along with a silver circlet.
Equipment: A hunting knife carried in a sheath in the belt. A bow and a cog of arrows. The arrows have goosefeathers in one end. A leather bag to transport personal belongings. An old book with leather cover, containing ancient spells.
Player's online availability : +1 GMT
Registered: Oct 15, 2015 10:39:58 GMT -8
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Post by Wild on Nov 1, 2015 6:21:08 GMT -8
Wild happily continued jumping the puddles on the streets, the smile growing on her face as the group of local youngsters came to join her happy dance. It didn't take long before they had fun splatting rain water at each other and competing in who made the biggest splash. Wild, being the older in the group missed the puddles on purpose to let the younger children win.
She was still laughing when the priest called out to her, asking if she had fun. "Lots of fun," she called back. "Why don't you come and join us?"
She stopped jumping the puddles when the Priest started speaking of the Academy of Magic, eager to learn every detail she could about this school. "Is it hard to get there?" she asked.
When he asked if she wished to become a student, she laughed and shook her head. "Oh dear me, I wouldn't dare," she laughed. "I can't even read or write. But I have a book I inherited from my parents, and I need to find out why it was so important to them. Perhaps at the Academy of Magic I may find someone who can help me to find out..."
Her face lit up in a smile when the priest offered to come along for the tavern later, giving him an impulsive hug when he offered to cover the cost for them both. "You are too kind," she said with a big smile on her face. "Thank you. I promise I will repay you as soon as I can find a job."
She smiled when the priest spoke of a temple he wished to visit. She was not very religious herself, but respected those who still had a faith in spite of what life had done to them. "Enjoy your visit to the temple, my friend," she smiled. "I will visit the Academy while you are at the Temple. I fear I don't have the patience to linger for very long at holy places."
The elf girl beamed with joy when the priest agreed to follow her to the end of the rainbow to seek for a treasure. Following the rainbow with her eyes, she spotted a bush near a public-looking building. "It looks like the rainbows end in that bush," she said. "So the treasure has to be inside the bush or under it. Come on!"
Grabbing his hand, she pulled him along as she happily bounced towards the bush.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:41:21 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2016 1:11:23 GMT -8
Here the once mighty Aaedan military had gathered. The bulk of 1st, 4th, and 5th Legions stood amassed. They had defensive phalanx positioned at every entry into the plaza. Once living Aaedanian Rangers stalked through the building surrounding the plaza ready to snipe their foes. The center of the plaza was filled with regulation archers and more soldiers ready to replace any who fell on the phalanx.
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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 May 13, 2016 23:53:07 GMT -8
The queen had cut her way through the city. Her forces in a strong formation, slowly marched and with the help of Berlow's forces had made it tot he central plaza almost unscathed. Then the rain poured from the sky. She, at the head of the 3rd Legion saw what awaited her.
The fallen army of Aaedan. 3 legions in all their might. Soldiers she had fought beside, trained with, and called friends. She could only see their silhouettes and their glowing eyes through the rain. The way they were formed she could wipe out an entire legion, perhaps more, in one blow but it would take time to charge her blade. She sent her energy coursing though her blade. Her heightened emotions and desperation fueled her magic, allowing it charge at nearly double speed.
(Stormcaller charge: 2 turns)
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Levi Thunderstruck
Committed
Dead
Roleplay posts: 50 
Age: 49
Physical Description: Blonde hair that is usually untidy unless he has to clean up for a special appearance;which then he combs back,
He's slightly overweight from his lazy habits,
Despite his poor habits he's in good health for a man his age,
Clothes and Equipment: Mage Robes
Sandals (with socks)?
(more to come)
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Aug 6, 2015 21:49:09 GMT -8
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Post by Levi Thunderstruck on May 15, 2016 7:09:36 GMT -8
Levi had followed to join Nyx in destroying the undead. The Grand Magus was starting to get back into the groove of combat after years of no action. His magic ability was back to it's full potential and he would dart around the battlefield that used to be the White City as a streak of white hot plasma, crackling loudly as he flew around supporting the Queen.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:41:21 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2016 17:24:18 GMT -8
As an arrrow flew for the queen's throat a soldier of the 3rd raised his shield and blockedthe attack. The man would turn to his men, "Protect the Queen!" The circles of men would move around the queen and raise their shields, a tetsudo defense with the queen at its center. Order were quickly passed around to the many soldiers and 4 blocks of phalnax formed. This was not a defensive phalanx but an offensive formation. The men would slowly march forward, spears ready to aim for legs, and when the dead fell to their knees from the leg wound, the soldiers of the 3rd would then aim for the head. They would peirce their skull, turn their spear a half turn and pull the spear back. A technique that seemed to be most effective.  They would march on the undead in the central plaza. |
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:41:21 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2016 17:50:48 GMT -8
The Aaedanian undead were entreched, their infantry in a defensive phalanx. The massive number of archers at the heart of their formation however would silently launched a volley of arrows.
5,000 arrows flew into the sky and rained down upon the advancing 3rd legion.
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Post by Ralakor Overlord of Belrow on May 15, 2016 17:54:22 GMT -8
Ralakor flew down into the central plaza on wings of shadowy wisps. Dodging the occasional arrow he quickly spied the queen and her legion. They were in dire need for reinforcements. The undead legions slowly gaining the upper hand through weight of numbers. Descending slowly as to not frighten her troops Ralakor quickly connected with Nyx's mind and conveyed to her the information he was able to glean from the vision of the rain. It was while conversing with her that Belrow's reinforcements arrived. Bursting out of the pavestones of the square behind the evil undead horde three giant mechanical worms swallowed and crushed dozens of undead before burying back into the ground again. From these massive holes left in their wake over two thousand bronze armored dead appeared. They attacked the rear of the defensive formations, cutting down archers with blazing spears, incinerating the enemy by great bolts of energy from the tips of the spears. At this turn of events Ralakor began to rise once more from the ground, lifted not by wings of shadow but by the souls of his people, twisting and swirling around him. These dead will serve his people. Their bodies becoming vessels for his own kind. (Soul transference spell charging - two turns remaining.)  |
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on May 16, 2016 14:17:23 GMT -8
As the battle began to rage over the entrances to The Central Plaza, Ildesias Xen Torsal ran quickly through the streets towards the rear of the still-living Aedanian troops while the white-gold cloak that had covered him slipped from his shoulders and fell to the pavements below. With a sword in hand, he quite clearly had arrived as some form of combatant and from the way he made no attempt to attack Queen Nyx's forces it seemed quite apparent that he was a friend to them.
An arrow flew at him from one of the buildings, but Ildesias merely flicked it away with a twirl of his sword and pressed onwards.
"Sariandi," he told his companion as he marched, "there are archers in the buildings. Can I leave them to you? I must meet with the Queen but at this rate, those snipers will pick off soldiers until this formation is severely weakened."
He pushed onwards, manoeuvring around the phalanx until he saw the only person among them who could possibly qualify as a Queen. "Queen of Aedan, I am Ildesias Xen Torsal. Me and my companion have come here to put a stop to this undead madness."
As the volley of thousands of arrows was launched by the enemy, he suddenly dipped his foot into the hand-strap of a fallen shield and kicked it up into the waiting hand that caught it. Within a second, almost his entire body was hidden behind this new cover and waited for the arrow barrage to subside.
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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 May 16, 2016 15:36:53 GMT -8
Glancing at Ildesias as he made his request, the Elven female nodded once, briskly, then ducked into a nearby alley to begin gathering magic. As she crouched there, building up her psionic power, she assessed where they were located, plotting out how best to take care of this issue. In the end, she decided that her best option was in going up. Still gathering mana, Sariandi began to scale the side of the building she was currently next to, clambering up until she reached one of the floors where she'd seen arrows raining out of a window. She slipped inside with all the stealth and silence of an assassin and began creeping through the building's hallways in search of the source. Ah, blasting undead.. one of her favorite hobbies! A grim smile spread across her lips as she pondered how best to deal with this resurrected nuisance.
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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 May 17, 2016 0:23:18 GMT -8
Ralakor flew down into the central plaza on wings of shadowy wisps. Dodging the occasional arrow he quickly spied the queen and her legion. They were in dire need for reinforcements. The undead legions slowly gaining the upper hand through weight of numbers. Descending slowly as to not frighten her troops Ralakor quickly connected with Nyx's mind and conveyed to her the information he was able to glean from the vision of the rain. It was while conversing with her that Belrow's reinforcements arrived. Bursting out of the pavestones of the square behind the evil undead horde three giant mechanical worms swallowed and crushed dozens of undead before burying back into the ground again. From these massive holes left in their wake over two thousand bronze armored dead appeared. They attacked the rear of the defensive formations, cutting down archers with blazing spears, incinerating the enemy by great bolts of energy from the tips of the spears. At this turn of events Ralakor began to rise once more from the ground, lifted not by wings of shadow but by the souls of his people, twisting and swirling around him. These dead will serve his people. Their bodies becoming vessels for his own kind. (Soul transference spell charging - two turns remaining.) Queen Nyx heard Ralakors word and knew what must be done. A crystal was the source of the magic, a crystal hidden away fro centuries by the last occupants of the White City. The fight for control of the city's core was all the more important. They could end this blight by taking the Palace of Aeon and destroying the crystal in the tower. Her soldiers did as all Aaedanians do when an arrow volley is launched at them. They raised their shields and made a ceiling out of them. The arrows would do minimal damage to the 3rd Legion as the men were trained in live fire situations against the same archers. The rangers sniping from the buildings however were far more deadly. With their shields raised to the sky their flanks were exposed and vulnerable to the rangers near perfect shots. As Aaedanians died, however, their skulls were bashed in by the shields of their comrades. No more Aaedanians for the dead. Ildesias' arrival was an unexpected but most welcome turn of events. The Queen continued to charge her blade for powerful blast of magic strong enough to destroy the majority of the undead here. "I know who you are Lord Ildesias. We have met once, when I was younger and far more foolish." She continued to maintain her focus as she spoke; Stormcaller started growing white hot and lighting dancing along its edge, "I know how to end this once and for all. Ralakor had a vision, there is a crystal in the Tower of Aeon. If houses the entity that has done this. We must take this part of the city and retake the palace. We must end this here and now, else the realm will fall." Her emotions continued to fuel her magic and she would pour all she could into her her blade... Thats when she saw a daron flying over head. A massive creature. If it was friendly perhaps they could convince the creature to destroy the Tower of Aeon, the crystal with it. She both spoke and yelled in her mind, a combination to try and seek out the Berlow's commander, "Ralakor! Find away to speak to that dragon, convince it to destroy that tower! We can finish this!" (Stormcaller charge: 4 turns) |
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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 May 17, 2016 13:36:03 GMT -8
Warlord Nishida and his elite Ao soldiers arrived in the Central Plaza to join the fray. Shintaro's Katashiman steel sliced through the undead like butter. His Katana and Wakazashi flashed in a deadly flourish from atop his steed. Though these men had never faced Undead before, they performed well at fighting them off. One archer on horseback fired three blazing arrows into the undead horde, setting a few on fire.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:41:21 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2016 23:29:22 GMT -8
The undead infantry held their lines against the 3rd legion's offensive phalanx, both sides nullifying each other's attacks with matching tactics. With undead behind their lines however several of the undead infantry moved from the back lines of their phalanxes and moved to attack Berlow's undead. Archer of the horde had dropped their bows and drew their steel. A melee between undead quickly developed in the center of the plaza.
Rangers hidden in the buildings about continued sniping Aaedanians, undead and now Ao soldiers who quickly posed a new threat cutting down undead that they encountered.
The undead phalanx would break however as 3rd legion soldiers slammed their shields against them. The broken formation would prove their eventual end however as Nishida's forces would be able to cut into the formation and devastate them.
The phalanxes along the other roads would turn their focus on the 3rds assault and begin maneuvering to the battlefront. Between them and the 3rd was the melee between undead. It would take time to reach the enemy.
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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 May 18, 2016 1:27:24 GMT -8
The traveler arrived from the Northeast Residences. With him a memeber of the Psionic Corp. He had extended his cloaking magic to the woman. And they had no trouble arriving. However there was a new problem. Between them and allied forces was an army of undead. "We can go right around them, though the buildings. They can't see us but if they touch you they will be able to."
The woman nodded, afraid to speak.
The Traveler would expertly lead her through the buildings until they made it to the queen's position.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on May 18, 2016 21:28:11 GMT -8
"I see," Ildesias replied, lowering the shield to look up at the Tower of Aeon curiously after the arrow volley subsided. "That tower is perfectly situated to act as a conduit of power; it's central location in the city, it's height... It would make sense for it to be the centre of all of this... Yet, Your Highness, have you considered this rain? As it falls upon my skin I feel the unnatural crawl of a foul magic and I believe it too far fetched to be a coincidence here."
The rain had soaked his hair and face by this point, which he wiped free of any water while looking up at the dim sky above them. "We must consider the possibility that this rain allows whatever creature or being is within the Tower of Aeon to feel presences through this downpour; to see, perhaps even to hear whatever this rain touches. Yet more than that, it may be possible that this rain is connected to the rising undead... There are few methods allowing for dark magic to cover such a vast area so quickly, but this rain, as seeped in magic as it is, is amply sufficient for such a task."
The man looked out towards the enemy formation, still protecting the entrance to the plaza and thus the Tower of Aeon. "Never-the-less, it is clear to me that we must get inside that tower. Hold no false hope that reaching it is a guarantee of victory however, for such a tower is suited best for a small team to navigate and investigate; an army will do us no good in there, yet experience tells me that within the tower walls the danger will be far worse than it is out here. If the creature responsible for this apocalypse is a Lich as I fear, then we must expect it to have focused the greatest of it's defences directly around itself. I myself will enter this tower when the time comes and I am certain my companion will join me, but it may be safer if others also join us."
Having exhausted the amount of things he wanted to say in as short an amount of time as possible, Ildesias found himself looking around to once again gauge the situation.
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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 May 18, 2016 21:41:04 GMT -8
Having crept along the hallways of the empty building, Sariandi cautiously poked her head around a corner and into the room she suspected the arrows were being fired from. The room was mostly empty.. aside from the quartet of undead archers are the windows, firing out onto the friendly forces. With psionic energy bubbling inside her, she quickly formed a shield around herself and whirled around the corner, throwing her hands out toward the necromantic monstrosities. Her power wrapped around their skulls, and with a quick pulling gesture of her fingers, it would constrict them in a violent manner, causing their heads to implode in a fantastic manner. Then she peered through the windows at the building across the street; she would have to get that later, she could still see arrows descending from floors above her. Grunting in annoyance, she turned and sought out the stairs. Onward and upward... Her one concession to worry was casting her focus along the soul bond to make sure Ildesias was alright, the inquisitive brush of her spirit against his silently asking him if he needed her yet. If not, she would continue on her assigned task, ascending the next two floors and killing the undead therein in the same manner. Once she reached the roof of the building and slayed the undead there, she fell into a crouch and began to focus. She would need to build a good deal of power to go through with her plan for the building across the street.
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Post by Ralakor Overlord of Belrow on May 19, 2016 1:36:16 GMT -8
Ralakor heard the calls from the besieged nations ruler. Yet by the time he was ready to meet it, it had already landed and begun to interact with another leader. It was of no matter. The surprise attack by the dunecrawlers was devastating, they quickly cut down most of the archer's in the rear guard. It was a costly maneuver though. Almost the entire block was being slowly cut down by the counter attack. Ralakor could feel their souls returning to the Arch, he felt their immense pain and suffering as their souls were ripped from their vessels.
Yet still the undead horde came at them, luckily unlike the living, their bodies where not rising from the earth once more to serve the enemy, a probable by product of the method of soul transference. The great black pyramids lazily floated over the city like massive blocks of darkness, bloating out what ever sun was left.
Bloating out.
Ralakor quickly commanded the great pyramids to float over the top of the main blocks of living. Their great masses shielding them from the tainted rain, preventing the slain from turning, at least, as long as the bodies remained under the protection of the monoliths.
With that problem solved Ralakor once more returned to connecting with the great Arch. As was his due as Overlord he was inimitably connected to it, having made it himself all those years ago. By using his own soul as a conduct he would allow for the spirts of his people to use him as a direct tunnel to the battleground below. There he would instruct him to try and wrest control of the attacking undeads body, making them harmless, again at least for the time being.
(Soul transference spell charging. 1 turn remaining.)
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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 May 19, 2016 16:53:23 GMT -8
Ralakor's pyramids overhead, the queen's tetsudo broke and moved to support the rest of the 3rd Legion.
He blade was now fully charged but the battle was too chaotic for her to use it on the undead. However her blade would still electrocute any that she sliced with it as long as she maintained the charge. She turned to Ildesias. "Then I will come with you. My father's corpse is in there and I will put it down myself."
She watched the battle taking place. Her soldiers and the new arrivals under Warlord Nishida had broke the first phalanx and moved to help Ralakor's undead in the center of the plaza, meanwhile the undead's own forces from other entry ways had turned their full attention to the fight.
They were still out numbered but the fight was proceeding smoothly. "I think we can take the plaza at this rate, and hold it." The first wave of true hope would wash over the queen. She took her helmet off and set it on the ground. Despite the chaos, despite the loss of life, and even despite her own loss of family, the queen smirked.
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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 May 19, 2016 21:10:51 GMT -8
Xel'rath would arrive near the fringes of the still ongoing battle in the Central Plaza. He appeared still as a man cloaked in black, although now his hood was up, concealing his face in shadows now. He would seek to remain unseen for now as he channeled magical energy. During this time he would spread his dark foreboding presence beyond his form, gaining more information by spreading his awareness across a larger area. This would only be just barely perceptible in a void of any outside stimuli to one's senses however.
It was in this way that the dark figure standing on the edges of the battlefield would begin to take stock of the situation before it, as its pull on the local mana stream grew more and more obvious in it's magnitude.
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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 May 19, 2016 23:49:48 GMT -8
Shintaro rode over to where Nyx and Ildesias were and dismounted from his horse while his crack Ao soldiers did battle. His hair was soaked wet draped over his eye patch. His weapons were sheathed for now. "Hail, I'm looking for who's in charge. I've come from the south-west to help, but I wasn't told much on what the situation is."
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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 May 20, 2016 0:23:33 GMT -8
"Hey, Xel'rath! Xel'rath! Where the hell is he?" Jun had made it to the central plaza. One of her archer escorts told her he could see a man she recognized as Ildesias, and two others speaking further down the plaza. She would head over to them, fighting if necessary with her light constructs, Resonance, and her buckler. Blackbean by now had dropped all pretenses of being a regular crow and was now in its full sized form, snapping its massive beak at any undead that threatened to get too close. Her escorts would lend a hand wherever they could, in particular using their longbows to snipe any archers who were attacking them from a distance. Still, it appeared the forces already present had inflicted more than enough damage on the undead hoards for her to get through safely. The looming massive pyramids and the dune worms in particular spoke of the strength of the "allied" undead she kept hearing so much about. This rain wasn't doing her any favors though. It felt nasty and strange. When not slaying undead with them, Jun would use her light constructs as an umbrella. If she managed to make it within earshot, she'd cry out, "Ildesias! We're here from the Black Tower. Isra sent us. Are you guys alright? Who are your friends?" She was donning her dragon armor and enchanted helm, and presumably accompanied by Lum'Valia . (Sry if this post is terrible. Was really sleepy when I wrote it.) |
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