Odric Belthron
Established
Roleplay posts: 15 
Age: Unkown.
Physical Description: Nothing can be seen behind his suit of armor
Clothes and Equipment: Full set of armor and a Lucrene Hammer
Player's online availability : Fairly often.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 11:30:56 GMT -8
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Post by Odric Belthron on Sept 23, 2015 10:34:24 GMT -8
The door was opened yet again, without the slightest pause between the knock and the entering. Reese buried his skull in his hands. Common courtesy was apparently terribly difficult to learn, in these parts. After indulging in his exasperation for a bit, he looked up. Before him stood that young vampire girl that Grandma had brought along. "Aha. Skarlet, is it? I've been wondering when you'd come to see me. It's a pleasure." He started to produce his hand with the intent of having it shook, but thought better of it, remembering her arm. "I understand your arm tried to get away from you. How's it healing up?" As he spoke, he inconspicuously brushed the jacket pocket containing his amulet. Hey, Odric. You're down in the lab, yeah? Might you go to the assistance of Hasdrubal? A rather aggressive-looking flame-tossing man appears to be assaulting him. And if you could, grab a bottle of blood from one of his shelves. If things get really hairy, break it.
<Exit to Hasdrubal's Lair>
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Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72 
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ========================================
Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Sept 23, 2015 10:40:17 GMT -8
Suddenly, the roof of the Midnight Sun bar area shatters inward, spraying wood and plaster all over the ground. When the dust clears, a red-winged angelic-looking creature garbed in cloth as bright white as moonlight stands in the shaft of light created by her entry, motes of dust floating about her, a mad glare in her eyes as she swivels her head about, her face touched by a wide grin. Someone especially perceptive might be able to see her long, sharp fangs poking out from between her lips as they're opened ever so slightly. She walks up to the nearest patron and lifts him into the air by his shirt collar. "Where is my old friend Erik?" she asks, her voice pretty and feminine, but touched with a tinge of danger and madness. "I felt his presence and thought I'd drop in! It's been ever so long since I last saw him!"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 17, 2024 11:38:51 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2015 10:57:51 GMT -8
Davous immediately recognized that the newcomer was of the Up There/Down There sort (as if crashing through the ceiling wasn't enough!) and knew better than to struggle. He mentally prepared a surprise for the fallen one and responded calmly. "That would be the cold, nasty, higher-than-thou Erik, right? Funny, he just told me to stop tangling myself with the higher powers, and here I am, being tangled with. Well, he went to the back offices. If you could let me return to my wine, that'd be lovely."
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Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ========================================
Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Sept 23, 2015 11:09:58 GMT -8
"That's the one! Thanks! I always remember a favour!" responds Zuu with a big, adorably girlish smile, before tossing Davous aside with a flick of her wrist, assuming he doesn't resist in some way. She walks over to the back office doors and, without so much as a polite knock or checking to see if it's unlocked, tears the door off its hinges, tossing it behind her. It tumbles across the ground and hits an innocent patron in the chest, knocking him on his back.
"Hi there!" she exclaims to no one in particular. "A nice man told me that I could find Erik here. You know, tall guy, big ol' wings, nasty attitude toward people who don't share his viewpoints? Can't miss him!"
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Reese Cresno
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Physical Description: Reese is a very skeletal man, albeit one dressed to impress. He has a very wide grin, as would be expected of a person whose face lacks a skin. His bones are well-polished indeed, sometimes catching and reflecting a bit of light. This is possibly achieved with a bit of glaze, as normal skeletons are rather dull and lackluster.
Clothes and Equipment: Reese is always dressed in an immaculate suit, complete with a fine ironwood walking stick. A small chain hangs out of a jacket pocket. Were one to yank it out, they would find an elaborate medallion bearing a single, glowing, silver-etched eye.
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:48:35 GMT -8
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Post by Reese Cresno on Sept 23, 2015 12:04:18 GMT -8
Reese nodded. "A necklace would certainly be doable! You don't mind a silvery substance, do..."
He trailed off and stared at that door.
"We may be interrupted in half a second. Pardon."
There was a brief moment of silence, rudely punctured by the complete removal of his door.
Reese stared for half a second, then threw his hands in the air.
"Fine, fine. The universe seems to have an utter hatred towards my door. I get it. I'll replace it with something else. Maybe it won't be brutally vandalized by every impolite blotter who comes prancing around."
He pretended to clear his throat. While he most obviously had no throat to clear, the sound was a perfect replica.
"Apologies, madam. My door has an unfortunate history with guests. I don't intend to be rude. You were looking for our rather pugnacious visitor, eh? I believe he is downstairs, in our alchemist's lab. Would you like me to show you the way there?"
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Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ========================================
Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Sept 23, 2015 12:27:02 GMT -8
"Please do!" responds Zuu, ignoring the rest of the boneman's tirade. "I would greatly appreciate it! Him and I have some unfinished business to take care of, together! We have a bit of a history!" Something about her shifts when she talks about their "history". Her voice becomes more venomous, and her eyes grow dangerous. It's hard to tell if one isn't looking for it.
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Reese Cresno
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Physical Description: Reese is a very skeletal man, albeit one dressed to impress. He has a very wide grin, as would be expected of a person whose face lacks a skin. His bones are well-polished indeed, sometimes catching and reflecting a bit of light. This is possibly achieved with a bit of glaze, as normal skeletons are rather dull and lackluster.
Clothes and Equipment: Reese is always dressed in an immaculate suit, complete with a fine ironwood walking stick. A small chain hangs out of a jacket pocket. Were one to yank it out, they would find an elaborate medallion bearing a single, glowing, silver-etched eye.
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:48:35 GMT -8
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Post by Reese Cresno on Sept 23, 2015 12:55:02 GMT -8
"Well then." Reese stood up from his chair. "It'll be right this way. Excuse me, Skarlet. I'll be back in a moment. Or you can come with us, I suppose. Some grand fireworks are going on between the angel and Hasdrubal. If things spark up between this lady and him, that would make it an even better spectacle!"
With that said, Reese moved for the doorway and headed downstairs, hopefully being followed.
<Exit to Hasdrubal's Lab.>
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Sept 23, 2015 13:10:00 GMT -8
"Not silver please. It gives me a weird reaction, like an allergy." Skarlet says before the door is removed from it's hinges. "What the- *hacking cough* what the hell?! Ugh, no I'd rather go rest now. I'll be in my room."
After Reese left with the intruder Skarlet would return to her room and lay on her bed. After a couple minutes she'd turn to the side to grab a bucket that was left with her and vomits into it. She looks down at the disgusting mix of colors in the bucket now with driblets of congealed blood clinging to the walls of the bucket. "Guhh..."
She places the bucket back down, still in her reach for if she has to retch again.
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Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ========================================
Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Sept 23, 2015 19:44:28 GMT -8
Zuu beams at the skelly and follows him down the stairs, folding her wings so as to fit more cleanly into the hallway, although they drag down the stairs as per the usual. <Exit to Hasdrubal's Lair> |
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Screwtape
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: Unconfirmed
Physical Description: Screwtape's appearance is never agreed upon by those who dare pool their knowledge of him. Some say his hair is touched with grey, others mention his startling green eyes. What is agreed upon, however, is his compelling charisma and wickedly devilish smile.
Player's online availability : Fairly Often?
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:26:28 GMT -8
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Post by Screwtape on Sept 25, 2015 9:39:53 GMT -8
Not all of the patrons of The Midnight Sun are hapless drunkards or stalwartly addicted gamblers. A small contingent of the more austere gathers every other morning around one of the tables in the main hall. Up before the sun, before hangovers are cured, and last night's revels finally shrugged off by a dreamless sleep, these men, women, and others dutifully come together and speak on various subjects.
Today, Screwtape is among them, giving a hearty lecture on the problems facing a Spirifer.
"You see, a soul too mired in the rigmarole of life is unfit for regular transactions. There is a certain market for tainted souls, but, I assure you, it is most illegal. That is why, as a Spirifer myself, I only deal with willing subjects and those with whom I can find a particular level of quality."
Nods and murmurs follow these remarks. One of the women at the table is among the soulless herself. She sips at a mug, doubtlessly unfeeling of the burning hot coffee within. She slowly lowers the mug and addresses the speaker.
"Soulless, 4 years. Wanting of a new essence. Tired. Lonely. I am so hungry."
The Senior Tempter draws out a large pocket watch and flips it open and studies the face intently. Apparently satisfied, he snaps the device shut.
"This brings up a marvelous point for our conversation. Does anyone know how the Trade of Souls fills the market for the soulless?"
From the opposite side of the table, a non-amused gentleperson leans back in their chair. A medium toned voice has neither enough qualities of male or female to perfectly nail down any other qualities than this individual's high-browed manner of speaking.
"Mr. Screwtape. The soulless have no place in the Trade of Souls. I do believe that one, such as yourself, would call them a negative externality. They are no longer part of your models and the Spirifer business has one less body to suck dry."
The soulless woman looks, dulled eyed, at Screwtape. She can't betray any emotion other than pure apathy, but one could fancy a spark of anger in the grey eyes if they felt so inclined. Others could envision pity. All Screwtape saw was an opportunity.
"I'm afraid there you are incorrect, my good friend," Screwtape chuckles, "Most Soul Traders do not run the operations necessary to sell souls back to an empty vessel. It is so dashed difficult to get a soul to stick in a mortal frame sometimes. Think of those false legs you see soldiers sporting on occasion. The wood and the flesh don't always cooperate, leading to the body rejecting its new attachment. The process can be quite painful to the host, even deadly in some cases. It is the same way with souls."
Screwtape catches up his walking stick in one hand and taps it lightly against his chest, grimly casting his eyes downward as he does so.
"The rejection of a soul by the body, and the body by the soul, creates a most terrible creature. You have a monster corrupted both in spirit and physical form." He leaps up from his chair and smiles most charitably at his captivated audience. "Which is why the Trade of Souls has regulation in every reputable city in our good land. You cannot have just anyone shoving souls into bodies. That would be absurd! I, however, am fully licensed and qualified in this business. Please, remain here for just a moment."
The minutes tick by. Srewtape returns victorious, a glowing bottle in one hand and several papers in the other.
"Madame, if you would be so inclined, I do believe we could do business."
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Sept 25, 2015 23:22:15 GMT -8
With a spring in his step and a tune of his lips the Demonlord returned to the place he felt most at home. Not even bothering to hide behind a obfuscating demeanor the scrawny little fellow sauntered right up to the bar, making sure to avoid the fallen debris from the roof.
"Hello there, sorry to be a bother but could you answer a simple question of mine?" The Demonlord smiled wide and made sure to keep steady eye contact with whoever it was behind the desk as he asked, fishing for a coin in his pocket to flip between his fingers.
"Have you heard of any trouble happening in town? Or maybe a rumor of some demonic presence lurking in the shadows somewhere in this fine city? Judging by the sudden sunlight you have here I'd bet there may even be trouble here. Either way I'd be more than pleased to pay for any information regarding either of these inquisitions."
Maelik leaned his arm against the counter in a relaxed fashion, his eyes glinting in the dim bar lights.
"You see I'm in a bit of a strait and need to put whatever ugly conflicts to rest before anything truly terrible befalls this spot. I have some prudent information regarding a serious issue that will soon assail us and I'd rather there be a focused defense for any such unpleasantness."
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Sept 26, 2015 7:04:10 GMT -8
(OOC: Artemis/Robert/Kevin is out for the weekend, so I'm doing a timesplit.)
Madame Naoki slowly opens a side-door to the back-area of The Midnight Sun, and checks to ensure the coast is clear before entering, and locking it carefully, after Artemis enters behind her. She notices that the walls are burned, and the door to Hasdrubal's Lair has been left ajar.
Naoki moves over to the door, and peers down the stairwell silently. Her keen sense of hearing allows her to hear the muffled sounds of the fight below; so she quietly closes and locks the door. Hasdrubal had a key, so once he won the fight, he shouldn't have any trouble letting himself out, she figured. In the meantime, she needed to know what the heck was going on.
She tapped her earring once more, just as she had been every few moments for the past hour.
No response. Mr. Cresno must not be in his office; or at least, not in a capable state in his office.
Carefully, Naoki and Artemis make their way out into the bar. Businesses seemed to be flowing freely, with the usual crowd. Naoki resolved to speak with Kevin or one of the bouncers, they would have at least seen who came in.
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Post by Isra - The Free City on Sept 26, 2015 15:00:04 GMT -8
Three armed soldiers bearing the colours of The Free City, a golden sun on red, entered The Midnight Sun establishment with a sense of urgency about them. Outside, in the newly built streets, a similar feeling of panic and unease could be felt. "Citizens," the sergeant in charge of the two others called, as he looked upon the establishment's customers, "please stay inside and do not venture out. The city, we believe, is under attack from the west by an unknown enemy. Our fortifications yet stand, but do not take any unnecessary risks. If possible, return to your homes, lock all doors and bar all windows."
Alarm bells began to ring in the distance, and armoured soldiers began to run through the streets.
"When it is once again safe, you will be told."
The sergeant turned, leading his men away as quickly as they had entered.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 17, 2024 11:38:51 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2015 22:01:04 GMT -8
Davous hears the announcement and does the logical thing, which is following the soldiers.
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Bupae
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Thousands
Physical Description: What appears to be makeup is birthmarks. Her eyes can sometimes been seen as black pits or glowing red, depending on her moods. Her hair is gray, almost white, but is hardly seen.
Clothes and Equipment: She will always be seen in a black cloak that has a hood that covers most of her face. The cloak is showing its age. It has began to split at the ends and unravel. She wears a fitted black dress and then stockings that disappear under the dress. She wears buckled up boots. Black. They reach her knees.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 10:56:58 GMT -8
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Post by Bupae on Sept 27, 2015 5:16:41 GMT -8
Upon entering the city, Bupae was excited about the commotion going one, even if she had not caused it. A sly smiled marred her face as she watched the terror filled faces run to and fro. Though she did stop when she saw a little bar. "The Midnight Sun?" she murmured to herself. What an absolutely ridiculous name for such a thing. The demon smiled, of course she had to enter and then take a seat.
Even though she didn't get the seat she preferred, there was against the wall where she could see most of the bar. Her face was mostly obscured by her hood and her scythe hung low, so it was even had to tell what was on the other end of the stick pointing up from behind her head.
She neither ordered a drink nor spoke to anyone. She sat in silence, watching.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Sept 27, 2015 6:34:09 GMT -8
From the Western Fortifications, Red's fireball impacts the ground, rattling the windows of the Midnight Sun, and illuminating the sky with the glow of hellfire.
A quiet befalls the bar as the rumbling dies down. The patrons were stunned. When the soldiers came in, you know, perhaps some raiding party or a group of bandits were making a pass. The professional soldiers would take care of it, and it was just another excuse to have another drink, stay a bit longer. But this. That was magic, highly advanced and explosive magic, at that. Whatever was out there not only meant business, but had the means to execute on it.
Madame Naoki, already on edge due to Mr. Cresno's failure to report in, the fight happening in the basement, and the soldiers' announcement, took hold of the situation. Stepping on a stool, the climbs up on top of the bar, and addresses the assembled guests, patrons and staff.
"Everyone! It seems that there's a bit of an emergency going on. I would like you all to listen to me and follow my instructions so everything goes smoothly."
The sound of her voice, and the sight of her, up there on the bar, waving her hand around, had a calming and commanding effect on the listeners.
"Bouncers, please bar the doors and block the windows. Close us off. Guests! Please follow Kevin into the storeroom beneath the kitchen! Once you're in there, lock the door and bar it shut. Anyone who is willing and capable of fighting, may stay here with me. We will hold this bar against the invaders!"
With the last exclamation, she raises a glass into the air. The bar erupts with cheers, the intended effect.
The assorted bouncers do as they're told, and begin barring the door, as well as using whatever they could to block off the narrow windows, fortifying the ground floor from assault.
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Kevin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Physical Description: Kevin is a non-descript man, dressed in a suit.
Registered: Sept 17, 2015 18:15:13 GMT -8
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Post by Kevin on Sept 27, 2015 6:44:45 GMT -8
At Madame Naoki's instruction, Kevin nods. From behind the bar, he took his turn to address the crowd.
"Everyone who's with me, this way!"
He leads the crowd who choose to follow him through a door at the back of the bar, into the kitchen and brewery. It is here that all of the food is prepared. Through there, they take a narrow staircase down into the larder, where the raw ingredients are stored. The storeroom itself isn't too glamorous, intended for nothing more than bulk storage. Sacks, barrels and crates line the stone walls of the larder.
The stone walls, low ceiling, and defensible doors made it an ideal place to store the non-combatants during the invasion. There are only two doors, one at the top of the narrow stairwell the group entered from, and one leading out the back of The Midnight Sun, into the alley, where deliveries are usually taken.
Once everyone is inside, Kevin closes the door at the top of the stairs, and throws the bar across, before joining the group below.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Sept 27, 2015 7:11:17 GMT -8
Grandma entered the Midnight Sun, looking around to make sure everyone was safe. Some strange attacker was making quite the assault against the city.
Noticing that all the customers had been evacuated, Grandma was about to make her way to her rooms when she noticed Bupae sitting by herself, others not taking notice of her. She also could also feel that the woman was not human, but instead something supernatural, most likely a demon or a fallen angel.
Grandma made her way other to her, "It seems you forgot to leave when they were evacuating the others. At this point it isn't safe to leave the bar, I suggest you come with me to my rooms here, it'll be safer there. I also feel... Quite the interesting aura coming from you."
Grandma motioned for the woman to follow her quickly as the sounds of chaos outside grew louder.
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Bupae
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Thousands
Physical Description: What appears to be makeup is birthmarks. Her eyes can sometimes been seen as black pits or glowing red, depending on her moods. Her hair is gray, almost white, but is hardly seen.
Clothes and Equipment: She will always be seen in a black cloak that has a hood that covers most of her face. The cloak is showing its age. It has began to split at the ends and unravel. She wears a fitted black dress and then stockings that disappear under the dress. She wears buckled up boots. Black. They reach her knees.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 10:56:58 GMT -8
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Post by Bupae on Sept 27, 2015 7:23:33 GMT -8
The demon raised and eyebrow, leaning back into her seat. "It isn't dangerous here," she murmured, barely heard over the raucous. She motioned around the bar, but at a pace that was too slow and awkward. "I go with you, I won't be able to help myself. If you were able to pick me out... You should know others will die around me." She flashed her teeth as she reached behind her. She gripped the scythe's handle, but stopped. "I should fight here. The little humans will kill themselves if I stay," she giggled, flopping her head back and revealing her face. "What do you say?"
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Odric Belthron
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: Unkown.
Physical Description: Nothing can be seen behind his suit of armor
Clothes and Equipment: Full set of armor and a Lucrene Hammer
Player's online availability : Fairly often.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 11:30:56 GMT -8
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Post by Odric Belthron on Sept 27, 2015 8:17:29 GMT -8
From the Western Fortifications, Red's fireball impacts the ground, rattling the windows of the Midnight Sun, and illuminating the sky with the glow of hellfire. A quiet befalls the bar as the rumbling dies down. The patrons were stunned. When the soldiers came in, you know, perhaps some raiding party or a group of bandits were making a pass. The professional soldiers would take care of it, and it was just another excuse to have another drink, stay a bit longer. But this. That was magic, highly advanced and explosive magic, at that. Whatever was out there not only meant business, but had the means to execute on it. Madame Naoki, already on edge due to Mr. Cresno's failure to report in, the fight happening in the basement, and the soldiers' announcement, took hold of the situation. Stepping on a stool, the climbs up on top of the bar, and addresses the assembled guests, patrons and staff. "Everyone! It seems that there's a bit of an emergency going on. I would like you all to listen to me and follow my instructions so everything goes smoothly." The sound of her voice, and the sight of her, up there on the bar, waving her hand around, had a calming and commanding effect on the listeners. "Bouncers, please bar the doors and block the windows. Close us off. Guests! Please follow Kevin into the storeroom beneath the kitchen! Once you're in there, lock the door and bar it shut. Anyone who is willing and capable of fighting, may stay here with me. We will hold this bar against the invaders!" With the last exclamation, she raises a glass into the air. The bar erupts with cheers, the intended effect. The assorted bouncers do as they're told, and begin barring the door, as well as using whatever they could to block off the narrow windows, fortifying the ground floor from assault. . "Sure thing." Odric begins to help bar the door, and looks ready for a fight. |
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