The Phoenix State
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Roleplay posts: 151 
Registered: May 17, 2015 13:41:25 GMT -8
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Post by The Phoenix State on Sept 5, 2015 18:39:56 GMT -8
 Northwest Border - Gravlock WastelandThis territory is ruled and patrolled by the Marine Force Capitol. Since the frozen land is full of deep and wide streams, outposts are unnecessary. They use foot soldiers, small ships, and white bears that are more like primal Gravicks. It is usually best to find the Marine Force Capitol and check in. This land divides the Gravlock Expanse from Gravlock, the only land known to the northwest of The Phoenix State. Although nothing is really known about the lands, they know the land if frozen and empty after many exploration teams. Like this border, all lands on both sides are easy to get lost in. One side is a poisonous, red, stormy, desert, and on the other, an arctic wasteland. It is usually best to find the Marine Force Capitol and check in. If you are caught beyond here without proper documentation, you can be arrested. Also, it is best to be given the supplies necessary to cross the Gate of the Valheecius Desert, since the air is toxic. |
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Sept 11, 2015 21:07:00 GMT -8
Robert and his caravan trudge through the seemingly endless frozen wastes. The mules are tired and the porters complain, but Robert shushes them.
"Silence, small-minded one! You don't see the sales genius! The people here live miscible, cold lives! They have never known the comforts of warm silks and chocolates and fine liquor! We must bring them these luxuries, as is our duty and right as merchants! And look, there' say checkpoint! We're almost there!"
He turns to the guards.
"Hello there, good sirs! Can I interest you in some fine luxury goods? Chocolates for your children? Silks for your wives? Liquor and fine wine for the long, cold nights?"
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Sept 19, 2015 14:35:02 GMT -8
[Some time before the other visit to TPS]
Robert's ship, the Broadhead, sails across the coastline.
"Where is the city? I was told that there were cities here."
He lands.
"Come on, then. We have a ways to go before we reach the capital."
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