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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Aug 27, 2015 17:05:59 GMT -8
"I rarely use magic, unless I must," Ildesias explained to the Fort Master, though soon found himself facing the Aedanian princess before little else could be done. He listened to her words, nodding in silence at various points. When she finished, he spoke up.
"I won't pursue criminal charges. Though blowing up supplies is most definitely against the law, in this case it seems more evil to punish them than the crime that took place. Besides, they have definitely definitely suffered enough punishment for now, I dare say."
He whistled, his horse walking over to him along with the thirty guard he left the Citadel with. "You are free to stay if you wish, Princess Nyx. I have no desire to see you thrown out of the land, nor do I hold a grudge against you. Still it is your choice and if you wish to leave, I bid you goodbye. For now, however, the night has fallen and it is time I returned."
He gathered his guard and mounted his horse, before setting off back to the Citadel in the distance.
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Aia Heijra
Dedicated
Valkyrie of Isra
Roleplay posts: 109 
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and athletically built woman, although she appears quite slim. She has long, curly white hair, bright blue eyes, pretty face, and clear complexion.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aia's Ki'gar hangs around her neck like a cape, though only reaches down to her mid-back. It is a darker shade of orange, with black trimming, a black boar's head, and the name 'Heijra' underneath. The Heijra clan is known as the Black Boar clan.
Aia likes to wear fur around her shoulders, which is customary in her homeland. When in battle she prefers to wear little to no armor, and when does it is generally light.
Aia wields an ancestral blade from Asgeir, passed down in the Heijra Clan for many generations. The runic inscriptions allow her to create, control, and use fire magic, drawing upon a source the Varan call "the power of the Old Gods".
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Registered: Aug 15, 2015 5:18:42 GMT -8
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Post by Aia Heijra on Aug 29, 2015 7:28:28 GMT -8
<Exit to Varan Encampment>
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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 Aug 29, 2015 9:14:49 GMT -8
Nyx bowed her head to Ildesias once he was done speaking. Her men would continue to help the Solarians. She would return the citadel in short order. She could still learn somethings here in the free city. One lesson was already learned, stay out of things that are beyond you.
<exit to the Free City>
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Letters
New
Roleplay posts: 5 
Player's online availability : Never
Registered: Aug 29, 2015 9:32:22 GMT -8
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Post by Letters on Aug 29, 2015 9:33:18 GMT -8
Upon entering his tent, Marcus would find a scroll lying on top of his bed. Should he open it, he would read the following:
Our homelands may be overrun, but the nation persists. I write to warn you of impending danger, Marcus Plauti. I am loyal to Solaa, and to our great nation, so I will warn you now before tragedy occurs. There are some within the government of The Free State who view you as a dangerous enemy. They believe that if you are silenced they will be able to assimilate your people into their state, bolstering it's military power. In the coming weeks an attempt on your life will be made. Be careful, and trust no one. You lie in the midst of a pit of desert vipers.
Burn this letter once you have read it, and tell no one of it unless it is absolutely necessary to your success. Should the Free City learn that you know the information I have told you their plans will accelerate. You still have time. My own safety will be similarly be compromised if this is made public. Long live the Solarian Empire, upon which the sun will never set.
-A
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