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 20, 2016 9:51:23 GMT -8
Sariandi leaned over the edge of the roof she was perched on, glancing down at the fracas below. People she didn't recognize were filtering into the area, and two of them were heading straight for Ildesias. It seemed he didn't need her just yet, so she returned to building mana so she could unleash her psionics on the building across the street and take down the undead within it. She focused intently, building power as quickly as she could.
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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 20, 2016 16:44:49 GMT -8
Stormcaller, the queens blade, was charged and its blade sparked with lightning and magic. It seemed to hum as the queen placed its tip to the stone pavement.
The queen looked to the new comer, Nishida. Another of the many people who have come to aid Aaedan. No, she thought, not Aaedan, Aaedan is dead. This is about more than Aaedan, it is about the realm; the whole land would be in danger should these many nations had not came to help. "Your help is most welcome. As far as our situation goes.... The plaza will be secured, your forces combined with the 3rd Legions is making short work of the undead legions. Much thanks to Berlow's forces stopping the enemy archery in its tracks." She looked into Nishida's one eye, her own sparkling with light, "I do not know past that."
She took note of the other two arrivals. One she let be, something told her that he would do what he needed to do regardless of her words and the other engaged Ildesias.
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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 20, 2016 17:07:05 GMT -8
The traveler revealed his presence along with the Psionic Corp member he had with him. "Perhaps, your grace, she can help with that." He motioned to the woman with him. "Go ahead, inform them of current events."
The psionic corp member quickly touched the minds of the leaders and other seemingly important people. She passed on word of victories in the Northeast district, the well going battle outside the walls, and of Raynor's move into the Southeast district.
"I was asked to bring her here, she will allow you to communicate across the fields. I go to help Raynor." He bowed to the queen and started heading in Raynor's direction.
He stopped, "Ah I almost forgot." He had charged up magic along his journey and now chose to unleash it. he snapped his fingers and a gust of wind washed across the battlefield. Every man, woman and undead fighting against the evil gained a temporary enchantment on their weapons. If sheathed the weapons would show no signs of this buff. Those with weapons drawn, even the queen's great sword, burst into blue flames. The fire on the blades would lick their wielders but do no harm; the fire when used against another however would set their targets a blaze in a burst of blue light. Spears of the 3rd legion would destroyed the undead in a much faster fashion.
He turned his back to the others and left to join Raynor.
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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 20, 2016 18:30:34 GMT -8
Stormcaller, the queens blade, was charged and its blade sparked with lightning and magic. It seemed to hum as the queen placed its tip to the stone pavement. The queen looked to the new comer, Nishida. Another of the many people who have come to aid Aaedan. No, she thought, not Aaedan, Aaedan is dead. This is about more than Aaedan, it is about the realm; the whole land would be in danger should these many nations had not came to help. "Your help is most welcome. As far as our situation goes.... The plaza will be secured, your forces combined with the 3rd Legions is making short work of the undead legions. Much thanks to Berlow's forces stopping the enemy archery in its tracks." She looked into Nishida's one eye, her own sparkling with light, "I do now past that." She took note of the other two arrivals. One she let be, something told her that he would do what he needed to do regardless of her words and the other engaged Ildesias. Shin looked into the young woman's eyes which seemed to dazzle even in the bleak rainfall, at the sight of her Shintaro was enchanted. He kneels down on the wet pavement and holds his hands together fist to palm and bows his head in introduction. "I, Shintaro of the Nishida clan, humbly greet you. I rode here as swiftly as I could with my Ao commandos. A rarity it is to meet a lady such as you who is also valiant and fights along side her soldiers." Shintaro looks back up to Nyx and raises himself up from the puddle he'd knelt in. It did not matter that his knees were now soaked, as most of his clothes were wet now anyway, he needed to introduce himself properly. "I'm prepared to give it my all to save the realm." |
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on May 20, 2016 18:57:20 GMT -8
Ildesias stayed close to the Queen, as well as Jun and the young warlord who had recently arrived. His thoughts momentarily turned to Sariandi, to ponder on the status of the mission he had given her, but he knew well enough that she was fine. His concentration was split in multiple directions as many different individuals spoke to one another and the battle raged around them; the actions of the 'allied undead' and the strange individual who empowered their weapons with magic before disappearing... It was all getting a little too much. And a little too dangerous.
"There is too much magic concentrated here in this place. We must be careful with all these spells and powers being charged and cast, for all magic interacts on the same unseen fabric of this world. Too much conflicting power in one place can cause a rupture; a tear that would destroy this city with a fury far worse than the undead... Though I admit, such an event is not guaranteed," Ildesias explained, so caught up in watching the battle and trying to keep up with everything that he forgot to greet those who greeted him and instead merely gave them a nod of acknowledgement.
"We should be careful as we proceed, everyone," he finally said, before marching away from the 3rd Legion soldiers and the troops of Nishida, entering the plaza alone where the battle took place. His sword was held firmly in his hand, yet he did not use it for by some stroke of great luck no enemy undead approached him to attack. All too busy fighting someone else, someone less dangerous.
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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 20, 2016 20:11:31 GMT -8
Growing impatient, Sariandi mustered as much of her psionic power as she could after such an amount of time, and rose to her full height atop that roof, flinging her arms out to either side. Energy began to visibly gather around the appendages, writhing tendrils of power licking at the air and distorting the fabric of reality itself, then slowly grew to encompass her whole body. She then reared back and hurled the entirety of her power at the building across the way, sending a giant wave of psionic power at the structure. It slammed into the stone edifice with all the power of a small tsunami, cascading through and crumbling it from foundation to roof, then she crushed it downward with a final surge of effort. If the undead in there weren't crushed entirely, they'd have a hard time finding their way out, now. Breathing hard, she hopped off the side of the building, slowing her descent with a prolonged pulse of psionic energy that allowed her to touch down lightly upon the ground. Casual strides led her toward Ildesias, then, and she silently took her place at his side, looking out across the undead horde, and up at the tower that would be their ultimate goal. Her lips pursed.
"..Hn."
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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 May 20, 2016 21:47:42 GMT -8
Lum followed Jun still in her draconic form. She walked carefully with great care to not damage any of the buildings around her. She did not attack any undead, instead she just continued to sing. Her aura of divine love pulsing out in waves bolstering those who fought, reminding them of why did so. If any of the undead got close the holy magic radiating off the dragon would likely purge it. When they entered the corridor the dragons eyes sweep over those gathered. Though it pains her to see so much death and destruction, it strengthens her heart to see just as many gathered to oppose it. The dragons voice sonorous, pure, and filled with divine love sings on.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:22:25 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2016 22:09:26 GMT -8
Flaming weapons, a mighty buff from the dragon and an already crumbling formation lead to the demise of the undead legions. Nyx Mann with the help of her many allies had taken the plaza and most of the city. Though outnumbered nearly three to one the undead legions fell. Their commanders fell. Their bodies finally rested.
The building housing the rangers was the only strength the undead had left and even that was taken out.
The rain stopped falling. Why would it continue when none could be killed and be revived? The gates of the Palace of Aeon awaited those that would dare enter its halls. Its portcullis once locked into place to prevent entry suddenly lifted and the doors of the palace opened a sliver. What ever was inside was inviting 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 May 20, 2016 22:47:31 GMT -8
Stormcaller, the queens blade, was charged and its blade sparked with lightning and magic. It seemed to hum as the queen placed its tip to the stone pavement. The queen looked to the new comer, Nishida. Another of the many people who have come to aid Aaedan. No, she thought, not Aaedan, Aaedan is dead. This is about more than Aaedan, it is about the realm; the whole land would be in danger should these many nations had not came to help. "Your help is most welcome. As far as our situation goes.... The plaza will be secured, your forces combined with the 3rd Legions is making short work of the undead legions. Much thanks to Berlow's forces stopping the enemy archery in its tracks." She looked into Nishida's one eye, her own sparkling with light, "I do now past that." She took note of the other two arrivals. One she let be, something told her that he would do what he needed to do regardless of her words and the other engaged Ildesias. Shin looked into the young woman's eyes which seemed to dazzle even in the bleak rainfall, at the sight of her Shintaro was enchanted. He kneels down on the wet pavement and holds his hands together fist to palm and bows his head in introduction. "I, Shintaro of the Nishida clan, humbly greet you. I rode here as swiftly as I could with my Ao commandos. A rarity it is to meet a lady such as you who is also valiant and fights along side her soldiers." Shintaro looks back up to Nyx and raises himself up from the puddle he'd knelt in. It did not matter that his knees were now soaked, as most of his clothes were wet now anyway, he needed to introduce himself properly. "I'm prepared to give it my all to save the realm." Her smirk was replaced quickly with a face of stone, "You may be prepared to give it your all," She looked around the plaza as the 3rd legion and Nishida's Ao forces finished the undead, "but I think Aaedan has already given it her all." She lifted her now flaming, lighting arcing great sword and placed it against her armored shoulder. She strode forward, the 3rd legion taking a non-battle formation on both sides of her path. "3rd Legion... Nay, The Last Legion. Complete the purge of the city. Rally here upon completing this task." She stopped in the center of the plaza when she saw the portcullis of the Palace of Aeon rise and her doors open slightly. She once again spoke to her men, "Kill any thing that comes out of that Palace. If we don't return in a day... bring down the palace and her tower. Destroy the whole city if you have to." She looked over her shoulder at the many allies present, "We have been invited." She strode forward, "Come, let us show them the might of the realm." |
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2016 22:50:07 GMT -8
Shin looked into the young woman's eyes which seemed to dazzle even in the bleak rainfall, at the sight of her Shintaro was enchanted. He kneels down on the wet pavement and holds his hands together fist to palm and bows his head in introduction. "I, Shintaro of the Nishida clan, humbly greet you. I rode here as swiftly as I could with my Ao commandos. A rarity it is to meet a lady such as you who is also valiant and fights along side her soldiers." Shintaro looks back up to Nyx and raises himself up from the puddle he'd knelt in. It did not matter that his knees were now soaked, as most of his clothes were wet now anyway, he needed to introduce himself properly. "I'm prepared to give it my all to save the realm." Her smirk was replaced quickly with a face of stone, "You may be prepared to give it your all," She looked around the plaza as the 3rd legion and Nishida's Ao forces finished the undead, "but I think Aaedan has already given it her all." She lifted her now flaming, lighting arcing great sword and placed it against her armored shoulder. She strode forward, the 3rd legion taking a non-battle formation on both sides of her path. "3rd Legion... Nay, The Last Legion. Complete the purge of the city. Rally here upon completing this task." She stopped in the center of the plaza when she saw the portcullis of the Palace of Aeon rise and her doors open slightly. She once again spoke to her men, "Kill any thing that comes out of that Palace. If we don't return in a day... bring down the palace and her tower. Destroy the whole city if you have to." She looked over her shoulder at the many allies present, "We have been invited." She strode forward, "Come, let us show them the might of the realm." The Last Legion saluted, and split into two parts. One part preparing to hold the plaza and the other marching toward the Military District. |
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Post by Ralakor Overlord of Belrow on May 20, 2016 23:46:17 GMT -8
Shin looked into the young woman's eyes which seemed to dazzle even in the bleak rainfall, at the sight of her Shintaro was enchanted. He kneels down on the wet pavement and holds his hands together fist to palm and bows his head in introduction. "I, Shintaro of the Nishida clan, humbly greet you. I rode here as swiftly as I could with my Ao commandos. A rarity it is to meet a lady such as you who is also valiant and fights along side her soldiers." Shintaro looks back up to Nyx and raises himself up from the puddle he'd knelt in. It did not matter that his knees were now soaked, as most of his clothes were wet now anyway, he needed to introduce himself properly. "I'm prepared to give it my all to save the realm." Her smirk was replaced quickly with a face of stone, "You may be prepared to give it your all," She looked around the plaza as the 3rd legion and Nishida's Ao forces finished the undead, "but I think Aaedan has already given it her all." She lifted her now flaming, lighting arcing great sword and placed it against her armored shoulder. She strode forward, the 3rd legion taking a non-battle formation on both sides of her path. "3rd Legion... Nay, The Last Legion. Complete the purge of the city. Rally here upon completing this task." She stopped in the center of the plaza when she saw the portcullis of the Palace of Aeon rise and her doors open slightly. She once again spoke to her men, "Kill any thing that comes out of that Palace. If we don't return in a day... bring down the palace and her tower. Destroy the whole city if you have to." She looked over her shoulder at the many allies present, "We have been invited." She strode forward, "Come, let us show them the might of the realm." Ralakor's soul transference was complete. From his fingertips wisps of green energy poured forth. He felt the souls of his people as they used him as a guide. He saw all their lives and all their achievements. As well as all their pain and suffering. These wisps of energy, the very spirits of his people, circled the devastation of the battle for the square. Suddenly as one they descended on the corpses. Inhabiting the dead, those that had fallen in the dangerous gambit to flank the archers began to rise once more. Their eyes blazing green as the new soul found their vessel and grew accustomed to it. Hundreds of dead rose from their resting place, once more taking up arms. Slowly the began to organised once more, crawling from under piles of dead, or reattaching severed arms to bodies. Slowly they made their way under Ralakors floating body. Forming once more perfect bronze blocks. The armor dent and shorn, but the bodies whole once more. The gate opened wide before him, the Queen calling for the aid of the allies. Allowing himself to once more change and morph into a more human form he followed her into the castle gates. The evils he had seen this day have confirmed his suspicions. These dead where made into puppets like his own people long ago, who ever was controlling them must answer for their crimes against the dead. |
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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 May 21, 2016 7:23:39 GMT -8
She had arrived just in time to see Queen Nyx and Relakor pass inside the Castle Gates. With a sigh she gave the instructions for her legion to take up defensive positions and hold the Plaza. She debated going inside but instead rode over to Raynor to see what the next steps were.
"The Undead outside are no more. Should we join them inside or take command out here?"
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2016 14:26:59 GMT -8
The heavily armored male stomped into the plaza, head turning about on a swivel to take in... all the allied forces here. He huffed out a sigh, swinging his great sword over his shoulder to settle it into the unseen sheath of his armor. He arrived in time to see the queen - though not known to him - disappear into the castle gates. What in the world was taking place here now?
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Knight-Captain Calgary
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 138
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fitting description is tall, dark, and handsome. He is tall, coming in at about 6'4" and weighing 225lbs, he is one if the largest Dawn Riders. He has brown eyes, and keeps his black hair close to his scalp.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a full set of heavy plate armor, as does his Griffin. He wields a large shield and a larger maul. No ranged weapons of any sort, though he does have an Isran banner flying off the back of his Griffin
Registered: May 12, 2016 9:42:25 GMT -8
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Post by Knight-Captain Calgary on May 24, 2016 18:58:13 GMT -8
Lieutenant Calgary, pulling the head of his hammer from the no longer crawling corpse of a firmer Aaedanian, took notice of the Tuesirth, and more importantly his heavy armor, something Calgary was always excited to talk about. He and Skye walked over to the man, Calgary pulling a fresh aplle from his pouch, and offering it to the man.
"You look like you could use a bite. Haven't seen armor like that amongst the llies, which nation you from?"
His questions were asked in a curious manner, not an accusatory one, as the men of his platoon checked the bodies on the ground to make sure they wouldn't be getting back up.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2016 23:21:05 GMT -8
Tuesirth turned his head to the man that was approaching. When the apple was offered, he gently shakes his head in response.
"Thank you, but I am well," he replies, his tone a deep baritone. "I doubt you will find armor akin to my own, sir. It is comprised of the very earth," he says sincerely, as close to matter-of-fact as one could get despite how preposterous it might sound. "Carved from rock and stone from the mountains, as it were. And I hail from that very earth, rather than a nation as most of these people here," he adds, waving his free arm in a broad sweep in notion to those within the plaza.
"It was the crying earth drowning in necromancy that woke me and brought me here. So I have come, to fix this."
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Knight-Captain Calgary
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 138
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fitting description is tall, dark, and handsome. He is tall, coming in at about 6'4" and weighing 225lbs, he is one if the largest Dawn Riders. He has brown eyes, and keeps his black hair close to his scalp.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a full set of heavy plate armor, as does his Griffin. He wields a large shield and a larger maul. No ranged weapons of any sort, though he does have an Isran banner flying off the back of his Griffin
Registered: May 12, 2016 9:42:25 GMT -8
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Post by Knight-Captain Calgary on May 25, 2016 3:48:15 GMT -8
Lieutenant Calgary laughed before slowly trailing off as he took a bite of the apple.
"That armor must weigh a ton! Hahaha...wait, you're serious? Are you actually a human?"
Skye grabbed the apple from his hand with her beak before he could take another bite, then gave a small screech, she was obviously quite pleased with herself.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2016 10:43:50 GMT -8
Green lightning flashed overhead. The dark storm still raged above even if the rain had stopped. Deep below the central plaza, in the sewers. The Mage Corp of Aaedan, now undead, had been at work, weaving magic ancient and evil. The puppets of the dark entity had been working since the allied forces first entered the city and the time to unleash their magic was now. A green bolt of lightning hit the heart of the central plaza as the magic below came to fruition. A mighty monster, and elemental corrupted by darkness was being summoned and the people above hadn't the slightest idea. The earth beneath their feet rumbled and shook. Cracks appeared in pavement of the plaza. Then it came from below, an eruption of stone and smoke.  |
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A Swarm of Bats
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Registered: May 13, 2016 7:00:22 GMT -8
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Post by A Swarm of Bats on May 25, 2016 10:56:08 GMT -8
The bats swam around the air above the battlefield like crows, each listening to and apparently watching every inch of ground in the Plaza and everyone in it. They were curious little creatures to be sure, having apparently followed the most interesting parts of the action from the Northeastern Residences all the way towards the centre of the city. It had witnessed, yet nothing more, the defeat of the enemy undead and the march of the leaders of the allied side of the conflict towards the Tower of Aeon.
"Squeek!"
The noises the bats made became more rapid suddenly, with those who had perched taking off into the air again as though they could sense a rising threat before anyone else - and 'lo and behold it came, the great beast of smoke and stone that broke out into the plaza.
Things would certainly get interesting now, for few remained outside to deal with such a threat.
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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 May 25, 2016 11:24:36 GMT -8
Liz was just about questioning her decision to remain behind when the ground began to shake. The bolt of lightning narrowly avoided her and St. George took off into the air as the mighty creature burst out from below the Plaza.
"What the hell is that?" Her surprise lasted mere moments as she gave the signal for her Dawn Riders to attack. They would begin by throwing or shooting round after round of javelins, arrows, and bolts at the creature.
All the Griffin Riders were in the air swooping about the monstrosity as close as they could while attempting to avoid flailing appendages. Liz herself would lead such actions, getting closer then anyone else in her Legion.
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Raynor of the Celadine
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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 May 25, 2016 11:41:00 GMT -8
Raynor arrived at the central plaza just in time to witness the monstrosity rise from the earth. The creature dwarfed even his earth titans, and his knights would be useless. The falcon corps' birds of prey would most likely be swatted out of the sky if they engaged directly.
Raynor came with a plan. First he ordered his mages to begin gathering energy for an assault. Then he ordered the falcon corps to do the same, and begon positioning themselves towards the gate entrance. The earth titans would charge ahead and try to slow the creature down. The knights could only hang back in the meantime. Finally, the mounted archers would provide additional cover fire and help Elizabeth while Raynor gathered energy for his own spell.
Their forces weren't very enthusiastic. They were getting tired and running low on mana and arrows...
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