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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2016 16:03:30 GMT -8
From there, more hunters were seen launching up from the grassy spotches, shaking their weapons or barking at her, directing the path. It could've been sensed they wanted her to go a certain way, but by the time she realized it it would be too late.
The trap was quite planned out. First, of course, the wolf would hear a snap, as the twigs holding the net under her would soon be forced upon with too much pressure to contain, the neck lifting her feet and tangling her back ones as the friction was lost with the ground. Sending her to tumble forth upon more earth her front paws would suffer the same fate, and she would remain there as the hunters gathered around, all shouting in cheer but as well surprise, weapons readied as one of the slimmer orcs attempted to grasp ahold of the wolf by its tangled arms and legs.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537 
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Mar 20, 2016 16:58:08 GMT -8
Where were all these creatures coming from?! Moon had never seen an orc before, and she was terrified of these big, green, tusked, screaming humanoids. Trying to stay away from them, and entirely unaware of the fact that she was being herded in a specific direction.. until it was far too late. Before she could even react, the world was suddenly sent topsy-turvy, and she yelped as she found herself strung up, looking at the world upside-down.
Struggling and yelping, she snapped and snarled at the orcs as they came near, her intelligent eyes filled with fear and her tail bristled. What did they want with her?! Clearly they thought she was just a normal wolf... Did they want to skin her for her fur? Panic filled Moon at the idea, but bound as she was, she couldn't shift back and ask them not to kill her. Maybe they'd put her in a cage. She could shift, then, and hopefully clear this whole mess up.
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Chalk
New
Roleplay posts: 6 
Physical Description: Chalk stands at ten feet tall, its entire body made of an unblemished white stone. Its face is an unreadable mask, never changing, never moving. He weighs roughly six tons, and his body is roughly the density and strength of marble.
Registered: Mar 20, 2016 23:42:24 GMT -8
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Post by Chalk on Mar 21, 2016 0:25:22 GMT -8
In the distance, a groaning creak sounds, like the cracking of stone. It sounds oddly muffled, booming out from beneath the ground. Along with the cacophonous clatter, the ground shakes, if only a little. Thirty seconds later, the sound rings out again. Then again. Each time is louder than the last.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 23:41:18 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2016 2:20:16 GMT -8
The wolf was soon lifted up upon the stronger hunter's shoulders, one of the other hunters doing so much as to slide a thin string of rabbit meet in the right side of her maw sneakily. Then the ground began to shake, and those not busy with the wolf began to either crouch down and praise the noise, bang on small drums, or sing their tribal songs. EIther way, the party had a mighty prize upon them, and found it high time for them to leave. WIth fair speed, the tribal hunters were gone before the thundering of the heard could continue.
----Party and MoonFlower exit The Free Plain----
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Chalk
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Physical Description: Chalk stands at ten feet tall, its entire body made of an unblemished white stone. Its face is an unreadable mask, never changing, never moving. He weighs roughly six tons, and his body is roughly the density and strength of marble.
Registered: Mar 20, 2016 23:42:24 GMT -8
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Post by Chalk on Mar 21, 2016 8:00:11 GMT -8
With a final, cacophonous crash, the ground erupts into a massive cloud of dust. Dirt and stone are launched into he air, and a figure slowly steps out onto the plains. For just a moment, it stands still, a statue of gorgeous white marble. Then, it begins to move. Instead of bending at the joints, the entire outer layer of the statue cracks and crumbles, obscuring the actual mechanism of its movement. As it walks forward, the rumble of crumbling stone, and the crack of rock striking rock accompany it. It grazes a tree that happens to be too close, The tree snaps off at the roots, and is flung off to one side. Its movement is, proportionally, similar to a human's strides, but its sheer size makes each step much longer. A normal human would be hard pressed to keep up with its strides at a dead sprint. It walks after the hunters at its relentlessly fast, yet languid pace.
<exit The Free Plain>
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Mar 23, 2016 18:41:30 GMT -8
After her descent from the Celestial Plane and her.. interesting interaction with Spero and his.. friend.. Naenia had taken to meditation. It hadn't done her much good, though. She was still puzzled, conflicted. She had been taught all of her long life that demons were the enemy, demons were evil by default, and they were to be exterminated. Spero had told her differently - he was engaged in relations and was affectionate with the enemy. She didn't know what to think. And so, with meditations being useless, she had taken to flight. A city was spotted in the distance as she soared across a vast open plain, its walls and buildings silhouetted by the rising sun, and so the angelic guardian descended from the skies, alighting upon a rocky outcropping. Her wings folded behind her as she stood there, watching the sun rise and gazing across the sea of grass. It was peaceful, and for the first time since meeting Spero and his.. friend.. she felt at ease.
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Mar 23, 2016 19:11:17 GMT -8
"Excuse me. If it isn't a bother could you move please?"
Crow had been sitting underneath a tree near the edge of the cliff. His murder was perched in the branches above, likely why the angel hadn't noticed him during her ascent. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't have said anything. She had landed right in front of him though, spoiling his view of the sunrise. Crow loved sunrises and sunsets, each one was unique and beautiful. After living so long in eternal twilight, he found watching the sun move to be oddly pleasing.
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Mar 23, 2016 19:28:24 GMT -8
Naenia stiffened. How had she not realized there was someone behind her? Had she been that lost in thought? Whirling about, she spread her wings and flapped them, lofting herself back into the air, both to look at the man, and to move aside as he had requested. "My apologies. I was unaware anyone else was here." Settling atop another rocky protrusion further to one side, she settled in again, wings folded behind her and hand on her sword. She eyed him for a moment, then glanced up at the murder of crows, and then back at him.
Deciding he was probably not a threat, she turned to look toward the sun again.. although her hand remained resting on her sword. Just in case. There was no telling what any of these odd creatures on the mortal plane would do.
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Mar 23, 2016 19:46:58 GMT -8
Crow sits in silence until the sun is fully over the horizon. His attention then turns to the angel. He was slightly curious. He had never actually seen one before, outside of Azrael. What was she doing her? He debates asking her, then decides to instead attempt conversation. It never hurt to try and be friendly.
"They are lovely aren't they? So far they are my favorite thing about this plane." |
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Mar 23, 2016 19:58:09 GMT -8
Naenia also focused upon the sunrise, with only part of her focus allotted to making sure the man didn't do something reckless, like try to attack. It seemed unlikely, given he hadn't tried yet.. he also seemed like a fairly mild-mannered fellow. Once the illuminating circle was fully above the horizon, she pondered leaving, but realized that she really had nowhere to go. She had come down here for a purpose, but all she had gotten was.. confused. Before she could come to any sort of real decision, he was speaking to her, and Naenia turned to look at the man inquisitively, her head tilted slightly to the left. "Yes. They are rather impressive. You are not from this plane?" Curious, indeed.
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Mar 23, 2016 20:11:38 GMT -8
"No I am not. I lived in Bridge Town, before it was destroyed."
Crow answers both the spoke question, and the obvious follow up. He rises slowly to his feet, stretching lightly. He had been sitting for some time. He bends down plucking his cane off of the ground. The silver crow head glinting in the sunlight. His murder lets out a might caw, and flaps back to the city. Crow does not leave just yet. Instead he turns to face Naenia.
"I was always under the impression, that angels were meant to help troubled souls. I was unaware they could have them. Your turmoil is obvious from your face, bearing, and aura. Would you like to speak of it? I have heard mortals say speaking of your troubles helps. I may not have anything useful to add, but I am a good listener." |
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Mar 23, 2016 20:21:36 GMT -8
Bridge Town? That sounded vaguely familiar, although she couldn't quite figure out why. She looked upward as the murder took off, watching as their dark wings contrasted against the lightening sky, then looked back down at the man as he spoke. Her brow wrinkled ever so slightly. She hadn't realized her features were that readable. Perhaps she needed to work on better schooling her facial expressions, especially when she was lost in thought. As tempting as his offer was, there was something within his statement that puzzled her. "You speak of mortals as though you are not one. If you are not, then might I ask, what are you?"
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Mar 24, 2016 6:35:50 GMT -8
Crow's expression remains studiously polite. A small smile that framed his gentle eyes. Even though her question had taken him off guard. No one ever asked him what he was. Most just assumed he was human, or something unknowable. In all his many years this was the first time he was asked. He weighs the value of the knowledge. It wasn't something he had ever thought of as a secret. Knowing what he was only gave a small idea of his skills. So far as he could tell there was no point in charging for it. The worst that could happen is that she could attack him. If it came to a fight, he could easily run away.
"I am a Nephilim. Son of a Ferrymen, or an angel of death as you might put it." |
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Mar 24, 2016 10:37:50 GMT -8
The answer she received made Naenia's brows shoot upward in surprise, and she folded her arms, gazing at him thoughtfully. Well, that was two surprises she'd had since coming to this plane. First a seraphim consorting with a demon, and now the half-breed son of one of her own people. Admittedly, the Angels of Death were their own special type of angel, and tended to keep away from the rest - the aura of Death that tended to surround them was most unpleasant, and Naenia had never actually met one of them. "..I see."
Turning away from him, she looked out across the plain, her turmoil even more evident, now, as her wings twitched, shifted, spread out, ruffled until the feathers fluffed, then tucked in against her back again and settled. "Upon my descent to this plane, I came across a seraphim who was engaged in lewd acts - with a succubus, of all things. Now I find myself conversing with the offspring of one of my own. Coming to this plane has made me wonder about what I was told." She sighed, glancing over her shoulder at him, then back out at the plain as she continued.
"I was taught that demons were evil and to be struck down upon sight, and that love should be something that is.. benevolent, and distant. Not something that should be enacted upon. Love means watching from afar and protecting, but not.. consorting with physical beings, let alone engaging in physical acts, especially not ones that could produce offspring. Yet here I stand, having seen two things that fly in the face of what I have been told for eons. I am.. confused, and troubled by these contradictions." She fell silent, armored fingers tapping an idle staccato on her pauldron. This was most unsettling.
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Mar 24, 2016 12:32:47 GMT -8
As Naenia speaks Crow swings his cane around. Resting the tip against the ground so he can lean on it with both hands. His expression is thoughtful as she speaks. He remains silent for a time after she finishes. He stares at her, his silver eyes seeming to see through her. Judging, weighing, considering. His thoughtful expression deepens as he comes to a decision.
"Having your world view challenged is always disconcerting. Would you like to here my thoughts on your situation?" |
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Mar 24, 2016 12:55:28 GMT -8
Feeling his eyes on her, Naenia half-turned to gaze at Crow, tilting her head curiously. What was he thinking, she wondered? The facial expressions of mortals - or well, he wasn't a mortal, really, so the expressions of others in general, were hard for her to decipher. Being a Guardian did not give her insight into the minds and hearts of others. She found herself wondering how these emotions felt. She had only ever felt one thing for so long - dedication. To her duty, to her fellows, to serving her Gods. And yet now.. now she was feeling confusion. Curiosity. Distress. What did the other gamut of emotions feel like? Realizing he was speaking to her, Naenia refocused on the situation and nodded. "Please. Perhaps some perspective will help with my confusion."
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Mar 24, 2016 13:41:11 GMT -8
Crow turns to face the rising sun. Tilting his head up to allow it's beams to warm his face. He takes a deep long breath. Thoughts composed he speaks.
"In Bridge Town the sun never rose or set. It simply hung just below the horizon, casting us in eternal twilight. When I finally escaped it was... odd to see it move across the sky. It challenged my knowledge of how the sun should act. I found that people here trade with little bits of metal. This challenged what I believed to be valuable. I could list further examples, but I think I have made my point. In coming to this plane I too was thrown into turmoil. Having your world view challenged is never easy."
Crow turns his attention back to Naenia.
"The only thing that can challenge a truth is a truth. That you are in turmoil means you have been presented with a new truth. In my experience there are two different ways to handle such things. Reject the new truth in favor of the old one. Or accept the new truth and decide how you feel about it. The former require little effort. After all is is just stagnation. The later is a little more work, since it requires change. I decided to accept the truth of this world. The sun moves across the sky. I have decided that I think that this is beautiful and is a good thing. I have accepted that I have to deal in coin. I have decided that I think coin is silly."
Crow raises his cane and points it at Naenia.
"You have been confronted with two new truths. That not all demons are evil, and that angels are capable of romantic love. So now you should make your choices. Will you reject these truths in favor of the old? If you accept the truths how do you feel about them? Is knowing that even the lowest of the low can be redeemed a bad thing? Is knowing that an angel can care deeply for another a bad thing? Those are my thoughts on the matter. I hope that in some small way the help you."
Crow lowers his cane and watches. Curious about what her reaction will be. |
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Mar 24, 2016 14:09:55 GMT -8
Naenia listened as he spoke, a thoughtful expression on her face as she absorbed his words. Interesting. He made some very good points. Most of the Celestial Plane was.. stagnant. Ways of thinking that had been around for countless thousands of years, and none wanted to change how they thought. Perhaps that was part of why she'd felt drawn to the mortal plane, why she wanted to learn more about those she watched over. She wanted to think for herself, to feel things they said she wasn't supposed to. She peered at Crow, thinking of how best to answer his questions.
"I came to this plane to learn better about mortals. As a Guardian, it is my duty to watch over them, but I do not understand them. This seemed.. wrong to me. I want to know about them, to learn how they think, and why they feel. It seems foolish to dismiss the obvious evidence, especially given that I want to know." Pausing, she seemed to mull this over.. then slowly, a small smile appeared. It changed her features, from cold and stoic, to tentatively warm. "I believe I will accept these things. Perhaps all things are capable of some good.. and perhaps love is not as forbidden as they say it is."
She moved a bit closer to him, treading lightly across the stony ground with the soft clink of armored shoes. "Redemption should be available to all.. this has always been our creed. And we have always been told that we should be beings of love.. I do not see why this cannot extend to the kind of love between mortals." Once she came close enough, she stopped, and lifted her hand from her sword hilt, offering it to him. "Thank you for your clarity of thought. I am Naenia the Watcher. May I ask your name?"
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 20:21:14 GMT -8
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Mar 24, 2016 15:12:56 GMT -8
Crow gives Naenia a small smile. He takes her hand and shakes it. His grip is surprisingly firm. There is power in his slim frame, perhaps not surprising given his heritage. He withdraws his hand and once again leans on his cane.
"No name only a tittle, King of Crows. Most people simply call me Crow. I understand that it is less of a mouthful. So may I inquire as to what you shall do with your new truths?" |
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Mar 24, 2016 16:23:18 GMT -8
Shaking his hand, and then releasing it, she returned the appendage to resting on her sword hilt. It was apparently a force of habit, rather than a gesture of mistrust or impending violence. "Well met, Crow. Your aid on this day has done me a great service, and I am in your debt." The question as to what she would do with these truths drew a ponderous expression to her features, and she frowned slightly, raising her free hand to push some loose dark blonde curls away from her face, behind one ear, then sighed.
"I am uncertain. It seems to me that the best way to explore these things I do not know and wish to understand, would be to venture among mortals and learn their ways. I do not know where to start, however." Her blue gaze drifted toward the city in the near distance, and she made a soft, contemplative sound. Then she looked back at Crow. "Do you dwell in yonder city? I think perhaps I was led to this spot for a reason. Mayhap I can live there, for a time, and achieve what I seek."
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