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 Dec 30, 2015 9:16:59 GMT -8
Lum'Valia slams an iron curtain around her thoughts, an oversight given she was aware of the twins and their telepathic predelections. She makes no move to drink the offered beverage.
"The spells I have prepared are purely defensive. And I believe my reaction is quite reasonable, given that a soulless man, brandishing a scalpel, approached me after urging everyone in the bar to depart. Leaving me in a room with a demon, a vampire, two children I know to be murderers, and three humans I do not know."
Lum folds her hands in her lap primly, her voice is calm, and her smile polite. She does not however release her prepared spells, well she releases four of them settling on single defensive spell.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 8:04:38 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 10:55:19 GMT -8
"Let me share with you a brief warning." Hasdrubal states, "This place is a home for those humanity cannot or will not tolerate. Those who are either inhuman by choice, or by birth. All of us are labeled monsters. Vampires, homunculi, and other such entities. Bring 'good' and particularly 'human' standards here at your own peril."
With that, he dumps the rest of the glass down his throat, and strides back and down into his lab.
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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 Dec 30, 2015 11:37:46 GMT -8
The web of energy was soon finished, the edges bound into the ring's gem. It was returned to Artaxerxes with a casual flick of the wrist, sending the band skittering across the desktop.
"As I said. It's good to meet you, Artaxerxes. If there's anything I can help with, let me know."
A little metal man trundled out from behind a curtain to the side, a pin tucked within his hand. He settled himself behind a stool in the corner and heeeeeaved it over to a map behind Reese. His feet made clinking noises as he climbed up, reaching to press the pin into a specific point on the map. Upon the pin was a label. "Artaxerxes".
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Cyronin the Blue
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 28
Physical Description: Trying.
Clothes and Equipment: https://imgur.com/a/sIpRe
Player's online availability : Often?
Registered: Nov 9, 2015 2:04:16 GMT -8
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Post by Cyronin the Blue on Dec 30, 2015 11:59:23 GMT -8
Madame Naoki stands to shake Cyronin’s hand over the desk. “A pleasure to have you aboard. Allow me to show you to your room.” She slides the completed paperwork into a folder to be filed away later, and leads the way out of the office, down to the second floor. One the way down the stairs, she considers which rooms are still available. A side-effect of such a massive employee growth was such that they were running out of rooms. Only a handful of second-floor quarters remain unoccupied. Leading Cyronin to one of these empty rooms, she opens the door, and steps inside. The room is square, nine meters to a side, walls and floor of wood. A single, naked bed sits in one corner. A tall wardrobe and dresser sit to either side of the bed. In another corner, a square table is flanked by two wooden chairs. Next to the door, a small painting of some mountains hangs over a sturdy chest. A circular gray carpet sits in the middle of the floor, and few more bits of furniture and living accommodations fill out the remaining wall space. Overall, the room is well furnished, but a bit dusty, not having been used. Madame Naoki straightens a mirror above the dresser, and addresses Cyronin. “Not the worst. This will be your room. Use it however you like. I will send someone over with bed linens and a duster sometime in the next hour. Once you’re settled in, I suggest having a look around, perhaps meeting some of the other staff. If yourself find any problems, with the room, or anything else, come let me know; you know where to find me.” Assuming that Cyronin doesn’t have anything else to say, Madame Naoki nods in farewell, and returns to her office. Cyronin followed her out the door, pulling it closed behind him. He then proceeded to walk down the hallway until he reached Reese Cresno's room, whereupon he knocked on the door, waiting to be admitted. |
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Raulio Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 28
Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 19:52:13 GMT -8
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Dec 30, 2015 12:15:31 GMT -8
"... Yes... yes indeed! I accept! Art, it is a never ending pursuit." Raulio's face turns dreamy. "Hmm... payment..." He lifts up his pencil, twirls it in his fingers, and ponders for a bit. His eyes settle on his beetle pet and he thinks back to his travels in Ozmodias. "Well, during my travels, much of my finest equipment was destroyed. This notebook, sketchpad, and pencil are all I have. Bring me the finest supplies, and not only will I create your masterpiece, but I'll give you a discount on all future works. Why, I could be your resident artist for hire! What do you say?"
What Raulio didn't mention was that he almost never charged people for his art and was all too happy to give his art away for free, provided he was allowed to make more. But he needed supplies, and Madam Naoki seemed to... like him. He was getting rather tired of living off the Fletcher family fortune and wanted to make his own way in the world.
That's when he noticed the angelic being and the mysterious biological entity having words with each other.
"Perhaps we should take this somewhere else...?"
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Artaxerxes
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 34
Physical Description:
Artaxerxes is a wandering knifegrinder. He is well built, with dark hair and light skin.
Clothes and Equipment:
Artaxerxes wears a cloak and carries a pack full of supplies. He is commonly seen with a dagger at his side, a walking stick in his hand, and a smile on his face. His supplies include a bedroll, a pot for cooking meals, herbs of varying kinds, and a grinding wheel.
Registered: Dec 22, 2015 17:25:19 GMT -8
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Post by Artaxerxes on Dec 30, 2015 12:16:31 GMT -8
The web of energy was soon finished, the edges bound into the ring's gem. It was returned to Artaxerxes with a casual flick of the wrist, sending the band skittering across the desktop. "As I said. It's good to meet you, Artaxerxes. If there's anything I can help with, let me know." A little metal man trundled out from behind a curtain to the side, a pin tucked within his hand. He settled himself behind a stool in the corner and heeeeeaved it over to a map behind Reese. His feet made clinking noises as he climbed up, reaching to press the pin into a specific point on the map. Upon the pin was a label. "Artaxerxes". Artaxerxes retrieves the ring and slips it back on his thumb, then gets up to leave. "Likewise, Mr. Cresno." Artaxerxes then returns to Naoki's office. |
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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 Dec 30, 2015 12:20:32 GMT -8
The dragoness rises to her feet and say's simply.
"I can see I am not welcome here."
She walks out of the bar. She had passed no judgements on its inhabitants it was not her place. She found it odd that Mr. Hasdrubal had taken offense at her morals. Evidently he believed his own absent or foreign moral compass gave him the right to do what he pleased and it was other peoples fault if they took offense. As though it was close minded to be wary of people like the twins, who may not be evil but had clearly committed multiple unprovoked murders. Absence of malice does not mean absence of danger, in fact people who did not prescribe to any morals tended to be far more vile. They were people who placed there own wants, desires, and rights above those of others, operating under the impression they should be free to do as they please regardless of the harm they do.
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Artaxerxes
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 34
Physical Description:
Artaxerxes is a wandering knifegrinder. He is well built, with dark hair and light skin.
Clothes and Equipment:
Artaxerxes wears a cloak and carries a pack full of supplies. He is commonly seen with a dagger at his side, a walking stick in his hand, and a smile on his face. His supplies include a bedroll, a pot for cooking meals, herbs of varying kinds, and a grinding wheel.
Registered: Dec 22, 2015 17:25:19 GMT -8
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Post by Artaxerxes on Dec 30, 2015 14:14:02 GMT -8
~about a half an hour after meeting with Reece~
Artaxerxes stares out into the crowd as he enters the first floor of the Midnight Sun.
Hmm. Kitchen...
Artaxerxes straightens his cloak, attempting to make himself look slightly less like a homeless wanderer. He fiddles the silver ring on his thumb, runs a hand through his hair, and begins making his way through the crowd.
After much searching, Artaxerxes locates the kitchen.
He pokes his head through the door, to be met with the smell of delicious food being prepared.
"Excuse me folks, I'm looking for the head chef. Do any of you know where he or she might be? I'm Artaxerxes, the new knife sharpener."
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Dec 30, 2015 14:40:44 GMT -8
Ralf was merely wandering the Free City, looking for potential work, when all of a sudden he decided to seek respite at some local inn. But his zig-zagging around the city had brought him to the Midnight Sun, and in he went. He looked curiously around the place, but decided that all bars in the world would be far from the bars back in Asgeir, and so sat at a table - alone.
He was nervous at first, because he was hungry and sought refreshment, but felt that if he asked the wrong lady she might think he was looking for a more 'expensive' service. "Excuse me, young lady," he called out to one of the women. "I'd like some Varan mead, if ye have any, and a lotta meat." Indeed, the Varan was itching for a strong brew, and his stomach growled for sustenance.
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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 Dec 30, 2015 17:05:12 GMT -8
Madame Naoki swivels around on her stool to see the casino totally vacant, save for the retreating backs of Hasdrubal and Lum'Valia. Her lips press together as a small indicator of her frustration. Could he, not? She glances at all of the tokens left on the gambling boards, the abandoned drinks, and the door swinging shut behind Lum'Valia. Whatever Hasdrubal just did, he completely stopped business in the casino, and drove off whoever that was, likely for no fault or misbehavior of their own. Again, she finds herself thankful of Hasdrubal’s departure, but unable to stop his misconduct before it disrupts her operations.
As patrons begin to filter back in and resume their games, the lively din of clinking drinks and chips rising back up out of the silence, Naoki addresses Rualio once more.
“Excellent. By this time tomorrow, you’ll have the finest artisanal supplies I can get my hands on. For the time between now and then…”
From her pocket, Naoki pulls an Eclipse token. She rubs off a bit of melted bonbon with her thumb, before offering the coin to Raulio.
“Take this. It’s a piece of our in-house currency. Over there, through those double doors, is the inn. This token would get you something like… fifteen, twenty nights, perhaps, but you’re also probably going to want something to eat. Our chef is very good. An artist of another sort; you should definitely treat yourself to something from the kitchen. It may inspire you.”
She pauses, reminiscing back to that meal of Elk. It had certainly ‘inspired’ her.
“But I digress. This should last you at least until tomorrow. By then I’ll have your supplies. We can discuss the specific terms of our agreement at that point.”
Madame Naoki extends her hand to be shaken, marking yet another successful business arrangement.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Dec 31, 2015 14:57:42 GMT -8
Alden wonders back into the Midnight Sun and looks around curiously. His cloak was fixed and he had fancy new boots. Both of these thing made him quite happy, and his grin was larger than normal. He wanders who he should talk to about meeting with Naoki again. The madam had said she could point him in the direction of a job, and he was eager to no longer be a homeless vegabond. He decides to stand around looking clueless, and hopes someone will ask him what he wants.
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Raulio Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 28
Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 19:52:13 GMT -8
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Jan 1, 2016 0:33:20 GMT -8
Raulio reached out and firmly shook her hand.
"Wonderful! Actually, I do think I'll retire to my room. Even caffeine has its limits. Come my friend." He carefully picked up his beetle and placed it back in his hair, then left for the inn.
"It was a pleasure to meet you. You are beyond charming. Love the ears." He grinned.
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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 Jan 1, 2016 2:07:24 GMT -8
Reese placed his pen aside and looked up from the papers scattered atop his desk. "Do come in!"
As the man (presumably) bustled in, the lich quickly ran through his list of new faces. The newly-hired man Naoki had just signed on, it seemed.
"Cyronin, is it? A pleasure!" He stood and offered his hand. "My name is Reese Cresno. Tell me, what can I do for you?"
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Cyronin the Blue
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 28
Physical Description: Trying.
Clothes and Equipment: https://imgur.com/a/sIpRe
Player's online availability : Often?
Registered: Nov 9, 2015 2:04:16 GMT -8
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Post by Cyronin the Blue on Jan 1, 2016 2:17:41 GMT -8
Cyronin stepped into the door, closing it softly behind him. Walking across the floor, he admired the set up Reese had briefly. It was certainly set up with magical enhancements, which made it all the more powerful. He dimly wondered how far it could see.
If Reese expected him to be taken aback by the sight of the skeletal lich, he was sorely disappointed. "A pleasure as well. Reese? Cresno?" Cyronin was unsure what to call him convivially. "I won't take shake your hand. I'm sure the Madame would disapprove of me collapsing her..." He waved his hand not certain of what Reese's title was. "employee." He liked this skeleton- he had a sense of humour not often found in the dead, or undead, as the case may be.
"I was wondering if you'd be able to help me. The Madame said employees here communicate using magical gems. My touch has a habit of nullifying magical things, especially if I'm not concentrating. Do you think there's a workaround?"
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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 Jan 1, 2016 12:26:11 GMT -8
Madame Naoki nods in farewell, raising her hand as Raulio departs.
“Until tomorrow.”
Finished with her business downstairs, Naoki departs back upstairs to her office. There, she spends a short time finishing up with the day’s paperwork, and issuing orders to a few operatives regarding Raulio’s supplies, before heading to bed herself.
During the night, a pair of nondescript Midnight Sun Employees quietly approach Raulio’s door, and leave a number of items just outside his room. Once finished depositing their load, they depart as silently as they came, careful not to disturb the sleeping guests of the Inn.
Once Raulio wakes, and looks outside his door, he would find three crates, stacked vertically. The bottom crate contains painting tools; a pair of pallets (one large, one small), a fine set of painting knives, and about thirty paint brushes, of varying size and quality, as well as a few cloths for cleaning the brushes, and a brown leather apron with pockets.
The second crate contains paints. The instructions Naoki gave for this crate were “Buy some of every paint they have”, and those instructions were fulfilled to a great capacity, there must be twenty kinds of paint in there. Oil and egg based, red, and blue and all colors of the rainbow, in metal drums and small wooden boxes.
The final crate, resting on top of the pile, contains writing supplies. Some notebooks of varying size and paper type, a box of quills, six bottles of ink, and a few stacks of unbound parchment, fit for drawing upon.
Leaning up against the crates, are a pair of identical wooden easels, finely crafted and polished with dark resin. Also, a few small buckets sit stacked next to the crates, presumably for cleaning brushes in, as well as a small padded stool that matches the easels.
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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 Jan 1, 2016 21:07:11 GMT -8
Skarlet is doing manager things while wearing her bunny suit as usual, she's starting to get used to it more.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Jan 2, 2016 9:09:29 GMT -8
The clueless approach was apparently not working, so Alden decides to look for a fave he recognizes and it isn't long before he spots Skarlet. He walks up to the woman and say's politely. "Excuse Ms. Skarlet? My name is Alden we met the other day, I was wondering if you could help me. I'd like to speak to Madam Naoki again, she said she could point me in the direction of a job. Do you know how one goes about setting up a meeting with her?" |
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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 Jan 2, 2016 11:34:38 GMT -8
"Hello? Oh. Hi." Skarlet wasn't too fond of this man. "Uh hold on."
Skarlet reaches for the necklace that lays at her cleavage and taps the gem in it. After a moment she speaks to Alden again. "You can go up to her office now, knock first."
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Jan 2, 2016 11:58:47 GMT -8
"Thanks!" Alden smiles at Skarlet gratefully, and he wanders up the stairs whistling a chipper tune. Once he finds Empress Naoki door he knocks and waits to be called in. |
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
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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.
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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 Jan 2, 2016 12:51:13 GMT -8
A short time after Alden knocks, the door swings inward, revealing the standing figure of Madame Naoki. At the sight of Alden, she smiles, and waves him inside.
“Ah, Alden! Good to see you again, come in.”
She moves towards her desk, gesturing to the unoccupied guest seat as she does so. The other chair in front of the desk is currently occupied by Davous, who still hasn’t awoken from his hangover. He slumps in the chair, with his chin resting on his chest; his bottle sits neatly next to one leg of the chair.
She takes her own seat on the other side of the desk, and addresses Alden.
“Don’t mind him,” she says, indicating Davous with a jerk of her head. “He’ll likely be asleep for another few hours. But to what do I owe the visit? You’re not planning on leaving, are you?”
She adds the tiniest tinge of sorrow to the end of her sentence, as if expressing displeasure at the idea of him leaving. Somewhere along the way during this short conversation, she’s picked up a capped bottle of ink, and is currently fiddling with it.
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