Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244 
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 22, 2015 15:02:01 GMT -8
The Saucy Maid From left to right: Salvatore d'Artusio, Contessa d'Artusio, Catalina d'Artusio, Regalio d'Artusio, and Francesco d'Artusio 
Run by a family of eccentric folk from a far-off land, The Saucy Maid Tavern is a fine and upstanding establishment, despite its vulgar name. Their drinks are known for being of very high quality, and the tankards they use to serve their ale are massive in size, and relatively inexpensive. They are one of the few establishments to carry Medanese Gold, a fine wine produced in Medan.
The establishment itself sits fairly close to The Citadel, and the first thing one notices walking down the streets is its large sign displaying a woman bending over and winking at the observer, nude but tactfully covering all the private areas with strands of her long, orange hair. Above the picture are the words The Saucy Maid scrawled in a gold-plated fine script. The Tavern has two levels, one massive one for the main bar area and a myriad of different-sized red oak wood tables, and an upper one housing ten rooms used for those who are too drunk to return home, or those who wish for a more...private setting for their drinking and joy-making.
The barmaids are renowned for their beauty, all dark-haired, slightly tanned, and very volluptous, hailing from the same far-off land as the family who runs the tavern. The finely-crafted bar itself is run by the proprietor of the establishment, a finely-crafted gentleman with dark, messy hair and dark features, his strong jaw nearly always covered with stubble and his tunic always unbuttoned to showcase his well-built slim figure. He has a ready grin and a charmingly exotic accent, and his name is Francesco d'Artusio. He is quite the lady's man, and he is the reason most of the female customer base returns for business, rather than simply the fine wines or ales, or even the d'Artusio family's famed pies, created with fluffy, thick dough, a spicy tomato sauce, a strangely soft, yet delicious cheese, and pieces of meat. Truly, this place is one of a kind. |
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 22, 2015 15:31:17 GMT -8
<Enter from The Conjunction> As Andraste walks through the door, trailing Vain and Vigil, they're instantly greeted by the massive, musclebound bouncer known as Regalio d'Artusio, who, upon a quick inspection with an eye that Andraste can tell is artificial by way of sensing its magical aura, nods to them and steps aside to let them through. He does keep an eye on Vain, however; his magical eye sensed something...off about that one. The scene they're greeted with after the musclebound bouncer's allowance into the establishment is much more pleasant. The tavern is lively and rowdy even at this fairly early hour. A couple of desert Dwarves sit at a table in the corner, drunk after apparently several dozen tankards of ale and singing a song in a foreign language. A few well-dressed humans sit at another table nearby, lounging in finely-dressed clothing and sipping Pheonix Red as they talk in sophisticated tones. Truly, it's a melding of atmospheres, but somehow it's welcoming and homey. The smell of freshly-cooked "pizza pie", as they call it, emanates throughout the tavern from a huge brick oven behind the bar, off to the side a bit.
Andraste sits down upon a barstool, the finely-crafted leather and down seat extremely comfortable upon her still-sore backside. She smiles at Francesco d'Artusio as he comes over to greet them, his charming grin splayed across his facial features. "Ah, Andraste Ruana, my favourite customer!" he states in his lilting, lively accent. "A glass of the gold for you, yes? And who are these?" he asks, gesturing to Vain and Vigil. "New friends of yours, I assume," he continues without letting her answer, giving her a knowing wink. Before she can object, he moves off to pour her a glass of Medanese Gold, calling something over to the woman who operates the stove, whereupon she begins to mould a piece of dough upon the counter beside her, flattening it out into a pan. He shouts another order to a busy-looking barmaid, who nods and runs back into the kitchen.
Andraste turns to Vain, visibly blushing at Francesco's implication of their relations. "Ah...so, this is The Saucy Maid. Does it please your senses? I did not mention their specialty dish before; I wished it to be a surprise. They call it 'pizza pie'. It comes from the land from whence they hail," she states, smiling her placid smile. |
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169 
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 22, 2015 15:35:48 GMT -8
"The last place like this I went to was much different, in a place called Katashima. I think this atmosphere is more comfortable." Vigil had condensed his form to be small and hovered near Andraste's shoulder. "Andraste, I noticed you have a lot of books. I learned from my father how to read, he has so many books and I would read them sometimes. The books told stories about the Overworld, and that's why I became so curious to explore it."
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 22, 2015 15:36:24 GMT -8
Vain isn't looking at the pizza.
"Huh? Oh yeah, it does. Very pleasing. Uh huh. I like this place already. Nice sign art, I didn't think you'd like such a place...but it does smell good."
He glances at the barmaids, licking his lips.
"Yeah, looks good...the food, I mean. Of course."
Grinning, he reaches under the table and grabs Andraste's hand.
"You really do have good taste, Andraste. Is that tomato sauce and sausage?"
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 22, 2015 15:48:38 GMT -8
Andraste squeezes Vain's hand in return and smiles up at him, pleased at his acceptance of their venue and oblivious to his wandering eyes. She then looks over to Vigil. "Ah, indeed, there is much interesting knowledge to be gained through reading," responds Andraste, "and you are, of course, welcome to partake in my archive freely. A few of them are even tomes on magic and theory that I published!"
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 22, 2015 15:56:15 GMT -8
"Wow, you write books? I've always been interested in magic, it comes naturally to me, being a creature such as myself. It could be beneficial for me to learn more."
Vigil thinks for a while before he whispers, "Andraste, I have something to speak to you about at some point. It confuses me and I'd prefer to mention it in private."
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Orgath
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: This wraith is covered in tattered black cloth. It has a black leather vest with various pouches and ornaments. A hood is pulled over the head of the wraith, concealing its face.
It generally appears an archer dressed for practical field work, long stays in the wilderness and extensive travel.
Across its back is a black shortbow, by its hip rests a quiver and a sword.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 14:44:17 GMT -8
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Post by Orgath on Sept 22, 2015 16:02:11 GMT -8
Orgath entered the tavern, providing creatures with even the slightest magical affinity with an inclination that something was wrong. Regalio d'Artusio immediately blocked Orgath's path, his massive arms crossed and his eyes inspecting Orgath carefully.
"I need a place to rest and recover from a very long journey" a voice from beyond the hood spoke, and Regalio did not respond at first. He merely observed the newcomer. "You are not allowed entry" the bouncer spoke plainly, clearly not hired to sweet talk. Orgath turned his head, fixing his empty gaze on Andraste and her companions.
"I require an audience with the sorceress" the voice sounded. At this point in time an unpleasant cold spread throughout the tavern, even regular folk could tell something was off.
A voice attempted to get through to Andraste, attempting to communicate with her in the private setting of her head.
"We require your assistance" the voice spoke, it was unenthusiastic and cold. The ranger stared at Andraste for another five or so seconds before Regalio lost his patience. "That's enough" he muttered calmly, his strong hands forcing the ranger out the door. The sound of someone being thrown onto the cobble outside could easily be heard from within the tavern, and quite violently so. Regalio d'Artusio appeared behind the door and assumed the same position he always held. He crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall, his eyes fixed on the door.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 22, 2015 16:03:32 GMT -8
Vain focuses on Andraste, grinning.
"You published books? I can't say I'm surprised, with your skill in magic...Mmm, I can't wait for the food to get here. It smells delicious."
He glances at Vigil.
"I'm curious...can you smell things? You don't have a nose. But then again, you don't have eyes or ears either..."
Or hands, he thinks to himself, but that didn't stop that malicious little ball of light. I'll have to watch out. He turns back to Andraste.
"You come here pretty often, I take it? Often enough for the manager to recognize you? Although that wouldn't have to be too often, you're not exactly the forgettable type."
Orgath comes in, and Vain senses his presence. He turns around and sees him staring at Andraste.
"Andraste...that guy's giving you the evil eye."
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 22, 2015 16:17:30 GMT -8
"Of course, Vain," responds Andraste, "it is how I became to be known as a master sorceress. Not all can be achieved through simple spellcasting; my theory on elemental conversion of magical energy is widely accepted by many academic circles. Much of my inspiration comes from Ildesias and Hirhan, both renowned scholars in their own right. Ildesias has written many books on efficient application of magical forces within the physical plane, and Hirhan has published many studies on ancient cultures. Their books are the reason I first actually became interested in lear--" Suddenly, something interrupts her train of thought, and she stops speaking abruptly. The voice within her mind echoes throughout her thoughts. What could that be? A cry for help, perhaps?
Andraste excuses herself with a very light sigh, stating, "I am sorry, my friends, but I must take a...breath of fresh air." She stands and walks outside, and although Vain and her both immediately begin to feel longing for one another's presence, Andraste is able to ignore it for now. As she steps outside, she looks around until she finds the ranger lying on his back upon the ground. She tilts her head at him, asking, "I assume it was you who called me? Your aura is one of a practitioner of some sort of magic...although I cannot tell which school. Cold and dark, it is. What is it you wish with me?"
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Meanwhile, inside, Francesco returns with a tankard full of fine ale for Vain, and a small power crystal for Vigil, placing the crystal wine glass filled with the golden substance before where Andraste was a moment ago. He looks about the tavern for a moment, trying to figure out where she is. When his search comes up short, he shrugs, and grins at the two, "When your girlfriend gets back, let her know I have her favourite cooking and it'll be finished in a moment."
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 22, 2015 16:18:12 GMT -8
"Yes, I can smell. I have all senses." Vigil looks over in the direction of the ranger, "Think he'll be trouble?"
Vigil is caught off guard by the crystal placed in front of him. "Oh, Thank you."
Vigil is on a diet, but this one crystal wouldn't hurt. He grabs it with a tether and pulls it into himself, after a while the crystal is rendered inert and he places it back down.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 22, 2015 16:23:28 GMT -8
"Oh, thanks..."
Vain glances anxiously at the door. Andraste isn't far enough away that it hurts, but she's still far enough that he needs her back right now. He sips the ale nervously.
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Orgath
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: This wraith is covered in tattered black cloth. It has a black leather vest with various pouches and ornaments. A hood is pulled over the head of the wraith, concealing its face.
It generally appears an archer dressed for practical field work, long stays in the wilderness and extensive travel.
Across its back is a black shortbow, by its hip rests a quiver and a sword.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 14:44:17 GMT -8
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Post by Orgath on Sept 22, 2015 16:29:56 GMT -8
Orgath slowly got up, not bothering to dust himself off. The area where his face would've been fixed itself on Andraste, observing her without eyes. "I am no practitioner of magic, I am but an emissary" the voice creaked. It was weak, almost struggling to produce words.
It was apparent that this creature bore little warmth, it had no life force, no energy within it, only something unspeakable. They stood for a while in silence before the ranger managed to produce another sentence. "My master is in need of someone with your particular skill set" the voice low, almost a whisper. A dog started barking wildly at the ranger from across the street, growling until silenced by its owner.
"He would have you infuse this with your magic" Orgath spoke, as if he had little knowledge of what magic was. He reached into one of the many pouches presented on his vest, retrieving a crystal of sorts. This crystal had once been the core of a great wizards staff, it had once held terrifying power. It was unsure if Andraste could sense the extraordinary nature of the crystal, but Orgath did extend his hand, allowing her to take and inspect it.
"He would have you restore it to its former glory, that is all..." This was clearly difficult for the wraith. It usually had a very simple objective once deployed by its master, but in this case the approach was less direct and more of a diplomatic nature. "He will pay you handsomely... In whatever material wealth you so desire" the voice struggled.
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 22, 2015 16:31:18 GMT -8
Vigil doesn't try to attack Vain, instead he just talks to him. "Your presence discomforts me, Vain. I am feeling an array of new sensations within me I've never had. I'm going to be frank here, I hope your connection with Andraste is severed soon because I can't stand seeing your hands on her. I feel pain from it somehow."
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 22, 2015 16:35:25 GMT -8
Vain turns to Vigil, surprised to hear him speak civilly to him.
"Oh, is that what all that was about? Sorry about that. I can't help it, it's the way I'm made. Literally. You eat crystals, I seduce women. I'm an incubus. And to tell the truth, I wouldn't mind staying linked to her a little longer. She's nice to be around. I didn't know you were that bothered by it. I didn't even know you were in her pocket the whole time that first night..."
He takes a sip of ale.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 22, 2015 16:41:53 GMT -8
"Is your master unwilling to talk to me directly?" asks Andraste as she takes the crystal, scrutinising it and turning it over in her hands. It was clearly very powerful; this much could be felt by simply holding it in her hand. "A channelling crystal?" she asks the wraith, tilting her head slightly. "If your master is able to use one of these to any great effect, why is he unable to restore its power himself? Furthermore...you say I will be reimbursed in any form of material wealth? What if I were to request that I be paid in the form of a pact of alliance, or perhaps an army that I may use at my discretion? It would be very valuable in these troubled times. I feel that there is war brewing in the lands, and I will not have the Free City fall."
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Orgath
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: This wraith is covered in tattered black cloth. It has a black leather vest with various pouches and ornaments. A hood is pulled over the head of the wraith, concealing its face.
It generally appears an archer dressed for practical field work, long stays in the wilderness and extensive travel.
Across its back is a black shortbow, by its hip rests a quiver and a sword.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 14:44:17 GMT -8
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Post by Orgath on Sept 22, 2015 16:56:11 GMT -8
These questions pained the wraith beyond belief, it was obvious in the long silence that followed. From beyond the abyss, under the hood a low hiss was heard before the ranger spoke. "My master is far away as of this moment, and is currently too weak to make use of the crystal" the voice struggled.
It had not been part of the instruction, what if she asked for protection? What if she wanted something beyond riches?. Orgath felt relief wash over him as he felt a familiar presence closing in, an odd situation for a wraith to be in. Suddenly a much deeper voice spoke. It was loud and bellowing.
"The Free City will endure if you are willing to strike this bargain" The voice came from far away, and it was speaking directly to Andraste. It was commanding and arrogant, as if it did not have time for her. This newly arrived presence was something else entirely, something that could not be put into words, as if something pulled on your soul, urging it into a realm where evil does not sleep. It was Orgarth's master speaking directly through him.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 22, 2015 17:02:42 GMT -8
Andraste raises her brow at the new voice, closing her mouth that she had opened to respond. When the newer voice is done speaking, she does so herself, her own voice a stark contrast to the other, soft and soothing and kindly as usual, a strange dichotomy. "Indeed? And who -- or what -- are you? Furthermore, I do not deal in cryptic promises. What are you willing to do in order to help the Free City endure?" she asks, smiling her trademark eerily placid smile as she clenches her fist about the crystal, the opposing voice secretly grating at her mind, although she doesn't show her discomfort.
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Orgath
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: This wraith is covered in tattered black cloth. It has a black leather vest with various pouches and ornaments. A hood is pulled over the head of the wraith, concealing its face.
It generally appears an archer dressed for practical field work, long stays in the wilderness and extensive travel.
Across its back is a black shortbow, by its hip rests a quiver and a sword.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 14:44:17 GMT -8
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Post by Orgath on Sept 22, 2015 17:14:32 GMT -8
Andraste had provoked anger within this presence, it was very obvious. However it was not in the nature of Orgath's master to let his emotions influence important inquiries. "I am nothing, and yet everything. I will provide whatever defense you may require, whatever help you may require. If you allow my servant to deliver this crystal to me fully restored. You will ride for my sanctuary once I return to my good health, and then we shall seal our pact with an unbreakable vow".
"There is however a catch... In order for me to see this pact through, I must have the crystal, without it I'm afraid I cannot uphold my part of the bargain. This means you'll have to take my word". Orgath remained completely still in front of the sorceress, simply delivering the word of his master.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 22, 2015 17:27:26 GMT -8
"Nothing, and yet everything? I am sorry, but that is far too cryptic for my liking. What is your designation? What is your purpose? Who are you?" asks Andraste, maintaining her composure with practiced ease. "You have come to me in this weakened state. You require my assistance, or you would not be so willing to acquiesce to all the terms I have thus presented. Therefore, I must insist that we will do this on my terms, or not at all. I require full disclosure of this object's purpose and why I am expending my valuable time and energy restoring it for a shadow creature whose name has not yet been revealed to me." She folds her hands together with a soft smile, the crystal sealed between them, and mutters a short incantation. Unless it's somehow resistant to aportation, or the wraith is quick enough to snatch it back within the time she begins speaking the incantation and the time she stops, it will disappear from her hands with a short flash, and reappear upon her desk back at the archives.
"I am not some foolish mortal to be toyed with, shadow. These terms will be met, or we will have no deal," continues Andraste, her tone still completely unchanged, kind and mellow despite the fairly demanding nature of her requests.
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 22, 2015 17:29:34 GMT -8
"Yes. I was resting there. I feel safe resting with her." Vigil awaits Andraste's return, hoping she wasn't getting into any sort of trouble.
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