Healer Julane Gael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58 
Age: 27
Physical Description: Healer Julane is a tall, slender woman with soft glacial blue inquisitive eyes and long, silky smooth white hair, falling straight down to about halfway down her back, prim and well taken care of. Her eyebrows are almost always slightly furrowed, and her soft pink lips always turned up into a smile, giving her a gentle, kindly face, despite its slender and otherwise sharp features. Her figure is slim and somewhat muted, with a rather unimpressive bust and legs meant less for outdoorsy physical activity and more for long strides across a library. Her fingers are long and slender, like a pianist's, and although they tend to be utilised more for flipping pages and casting spells, she does "dabble" in the citole, as she puts it, though in reality she's a very proficient musician. Her voice is soft, clear, and crisp, wonderfully suited for calming down patients or ordering nurses around without so much as a raised tone.
Clothes and Equipment: ===========================================
Healer Julane is almost always dressed in her white, plain and yet elegant flowing silken robes, the upper half of which is split to show a long tract of flesh down the centre of her torso, the reason behind this stated to be to disarm patients upon the battlefield by showing them that she is unarmed and not an enemy, although it has the side-effect of looking somewhat unnecessarily immodest. The lower half, however, is slightly thicker, the skirt overlapping on itself once in the front, falling down to right below her ankles to cover her booted feet without making her trip over herself.
She almost always wears a storage belt with phials and small satchels hanging off of it, making a musical clinking as she walks along. A small, ornate and yet primitive round charm with two eagle feathers hanging from leather cords is always on her person, usually latched to her belt, and she has been known to risk her own life to retrieve it if lost. No one knows the purpose of the object, but all know it is sacred to her.
Unlike her mentor, Andraste, Julane doesn't carry about a hefty tome full of spells. Instead, she carries about a compact booklet full of all the incantations, evocations, and charms a healer must know in order to be proficient. In addition to this, her staff is made of solid redwood, straight and well-carved with swirling Elven runes etched into its length, the tip widening and spiralling about to caress a large opal the size of a fist, quite an unusual channelling stone to be upon a mage's staff. Its utility is singular: light, defence, and healing spells, and the stone excels at enhancing those magics, but one will find it difficult if not impossible or extremely dangerous to cast offensive, dark, or blood magic spells using the stone. Luckily, it's perfect for Julane. Although she doesn't know it, Healer Julane is also very good at passive magical suggestion, her words seeming to carry a tone of authority no matter how they're spoken, causing those undefended hearts and minds to be drawn to her ideals.
Registered: Sept 27, 2015 19:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Healer Julane Gael on Oct 12, 2015 18:53:29 GMT -8
"Well, I do remember where I picked you up, but I don't remember seeing a pack on your person. It might still be there, but we cannot go to look for it yet," responds Julane, raising a brow as the troll undresses before her, though otherwise she's unfazed. Being a healer, she's seen plenty of nude people by necessity. She's rather desensitised to it, though Rani's lack of modesty and willingness to strip in front of a stranger is...surprising.
"I actually stored them in here, in the eventuality that you said yes," continues the woman, cracking a smile and pulling the robes out from beneath the cot, laying them out on the ground and turning away from Rani in order to give her some privacy, as a politeness.
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Oct 12, 2015 19:29:44 GMT -8
When Julane turns away, Rani finishes undressing and attempts to put on the robes she was given. Her torn outfit was bundled up and set aside. Rani really liked trying on new clothes, back home she just wore palm leaves threaded together with string and jewelry made of bones.
The robes weren't a perfect fit for Rani, since she was more shapely and busty than Julane, but she managed to get them on. "Ah, it's kinda tight... How I look?"
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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 Nov 4, 2015 10:21:03 GMT -8
<Alden enters mid fall from The Towering Dragon Spire.> "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" Alden screams out expressing his raw exhilaration and enjoyment as he goes flying into the air. Not counting death or heights among his short list of fears Alden decides to take a moment and simply enjoy the sheer rush of what was happening. This was going to be a long fall which was probably going terminate in his death so might as well enjoy it. It had happened almost faster than he could have reacted and he would have only been able to react if he was ready to move he had been sitting. The dragon had grabbed Alden yelled at him then threw him right after Alden observed a flash of some dark energy resonate through the mighty beast. Some kind of curse maybe? Who could put a curse on a dragon? Questions for another day Alden devices, since at this particular moment he should be focusing on maximizing his chances of survival. Alden twists like a serpent in mid air putting his back towards the on coming ground tucking his chin into his chest. Next Alden relaxes all of the muscles in his body this wasn't the first fall he had taken but it was definitely the highest, farthest, and longest. "Hopefully I hit something soft." Alden thinks this to himself as he awaits the eventually impact. In his braced state he cannot see what he is about to land on so when he impacts into the hay bale it comes as a pleasant surprise. The impact is bone jarring and the breath is forced from his lungs but he remains conscious which means he survived! "That was fun!" Alden declares this his smile bright enough to light a dark room, or it would be even he didn't get a mouthful of hay for his trouble causing him to sputter. With considerably less than his usual grace Alden clamors out of the hale bale Alden reflects on his day. So far he had traveled to the Free City, saved a women's life, eaten the greatest sandwich ever, met a skeleton and a dragon, and then he had been flung several miles out of the city by aforementioned dragon. "Who new a normal life was so exciting!" Free of the hale bale finally Alden declares this with a smile. Stretching out his sore and battered body he decides that its time to get going and he heads towards the nearest road. Alden is shoe-less, cloak-less, covered in hay, and he had bruises that he could already feel forming, though he could also feel his runes coming to life repairing the damage. "My backs going to be black and blue tomorrow." He continues to stretch as he says this, but his smile is undiminished as he know that it may be sore tomorrow but the next day it will be all better. <Alden exits to the Free plains.> |
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Healer Julane Gael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 27
Physical Description: Healer Julane is a tall, slender woman with soft glacial blue inquisitive eyes and long, silky smooth white hair, falling straight down to about halfway down her back, prim and well taken care of. Her eyebrows are almost always slightly furrowed, and her soft pink lips always turned up into a smile, giving her a gentle, kindly face, despite its slender and otherwise sharp features. Her figure is slim and somewhat muted, with a rather unimpressive bust and legs meant less for outdoorsy physical activity and more for long strides across a library. Her fingers are long and slender, like a pianist's, and although they tend to be utilised more for flipping pages and casting spells, she does "dabble" in the citole, as she puts it, though in reality she's a very proficient musician. Her voice is soft, clear, and crisp, wonderfully suited for calming down patients or ordering nurses around without so much as a raised tone.
Clothes and Equipment: ===========================================
Healer Julane is almost always dressed in her white, plain and yet elegant flowing silken robes, the upper half of which is split to show a long tract of flesh down the centre of her torso, the reason behind this stated to be to disarm patients upon the battlefield by showing them that she is unarmed and not an enemy, although it has the side-effect of looking somewhat unnecessarily immodest. The lower half, however, is slightly thicker, the skirt overlapping on itself once in the front, falling down to right below her ankles to cover her booted feet without making her trip over herself.
She almost always wears a storage belt with phials and small satchels hanging off of it, making a musical clinking as she walks along. A small, ornate and yet primitive round charm with two eagle feathers hanging from leather cords is always on her person, usually latched to her belt, and she has been known to risk her own life to retrieve it if lost. No one knows the purpose of the object, but all know it is sacred to her.
Unlike her mentor, Andraste, Julane doesn't carry about a hefty tome full of spells. Instead, she carries about a compact booklet full of all the incantations, evocations, and charms a healer must know in order to be proficient. In addition to this, her staff is made of solid redwood, straight and well-carved with swirling Elven runes etched into its length, the tip widening and spiralling about to caress a large opal the size of a fist, quite an unusual channelling stone to be upon a mage's staff. Its utility is singular: light, defence, and healing spells, and the stone excels at enhancing those magics, but one will find it difficult if not impossible or extremely dangerous to cast offensive, dark, or blood magic spells using the stone. Luckily, it's perfect for Julane. Although she doesn't know it, Healer Julane is also very good at passive magical suggestion, her words seeming to carry a tone of authority no matter how they're spoken, causing those undefended hearts and minds to be drawn to her ideals.
Registered: Sept 27, 2015 19:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Healer Julane Gael on Nov 9, 2015 21:51:33 GMT -8
Julane turns back around to take in the newly-dressed Rani and smiles. "You look lovely. Now, stay here and I will go look for your things. You still require much rest before you are fully healed! I will leave the water and food if you require more," says the Healer, ushering Rani back into her cot and giving her a gentle smile before leaving the tent.
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Nov 9, 2015 22:10:21 GMT -8
"Oh, thank ya." Rani blushed from the compliment and smiled. She was confused a little from the feeling of blushing as it usually happened when she was embarrassed, but she didn't feel very awkward right now.
"Ah, oh. Are ya sure ya gonna go yaself?" Rani was directed back to the cot and it seemed she'd have to follow doctor's orders and stay here. She watched Julane leave and immediately felt lonely. She hoped the healer would come back safe, though she did bring Rani all the way here without a problem so she'd likely be fine. The troll would lay down and rest in wait of Julane.
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Healer Julane Gael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 27
Physical Description: Healer Julane is a tall, slender woman with soft glacial blue inquisitive eyes and long, silky smooth white hair, falling straight down to about halfway down her back, prim and well taken care of. Her eyebrows are almost always slightly furrowed, and her soft pink lips always turned up into a smile, giving her a gentle, kindly face, despite its slender and otherwise sharp features. Her figure is slim and somewhat muted, with a rather unimpressive bust and legs meant less for outdoorsy physical activity and more for long strides across a library. Her fingers are long and slender, like a pianist's, and although they tend to be utilised more for flipping pages and casting spells, she does "dabble" in the citole, as she puts it, though in reality she's a very proficient musician. Her voice is soft, clear, and crisp, wonderfully suited for calming down patients or ordering nurses around without so much as a raised tone.
Clothes and Equipment: ===========================================
Healer Julane is almost always dressed in her white, plain and yet elegant flowing silken robes, the upper half of which is split to show a long tract of flesh down the centre of her torso, the reason behind this stated to be to disarm patients upon the battlefield by showing them that she is unarmed and not an enemy, although it has the side-effect of looking somewhat unnecessarily immodest. The lower half, however, is slightly thicker, the skirt overlapping on itself once in the front, falling down to right below her ankles to cover her booted feet without making her trip over herself.
She almost always wears a storage belt with phials and small satchels hanging off of it, making a musical clinking as she walks along. A small, ornate and yet primitive round charm with two eagle feathers hanging from leather cords is always on her person, usually latched to her belt, and she has been known to risk her own life to retrieve it if lost. No one knows the purpose of the object, but all know it is sacred to her.
Unlike her mentor, Andraste, Julane doesn't carry about a hefty tome full of spells. Instead, she carries about a compact booklet full of all the incantations, evocations, and charms a healer must know in order to be proficient. In addition to this, her staff is made of solid redwood, straight and well-carved with swirling Elven runes etched into its length, the tip widening and spiralling about to caress a large opal the size of a fist, quite an unusual channelling stone to be upon a mage's staff. Its utility is singular: light, defence, and healing spells, and the stone excels at enhancing those magics, but one will find it difficult if not impossible or extremely dangerous to cast offensive, dark, or blood magic spells using the stone. Luckily, it's perfect for Julane. Although she doesn't know it, Healer Julane is also very good at passive magical suggestion, her words seeming to carry a tone of authority no matter how they're spoken, causing those undefended hearts and minds to be drawn to her ideals.
Registered: Sept 27, 2015 19:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Healer Julane Gael on Nov 19, 2015 21:24:21 GMT -8
By the time Julane returns, dusk has fallen as the sun begins to creep below the horizon, and the sky above Rani's tent is a beautiful amalgam of colours, from blazing orange to cool indigo. The stars have begun to peek out from the darkness, and insects begin their chirping song as the birds begin to quiet. Finally, the sound of rustling leaves echoes throughout the campsite as the healer returns, slipping into Rani's tent with a wave and dropping the large sack she carries upon her shoulder. It appears to be Rani's bag, and while it's a bit dusty, it's no worse for wear.
"I believe I have found it," says Julane, smiling brightly. "Can you walk yet, dear? The poultice should have healed the worst of your wounds. You will still be sore for quite a while, and should try to rest as much as possible for a few days at least."
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Nov 19, 2015 21:34:38 GMT -8
Rani was looking out at the sky, she'd been resting most of the time Julane was gone. When she returned, Rani was elated. "Ah! You're back! I can try."
The troll got up on her feet and felt achy right away. "Ack, well, das not so bad."
Rani would smile and hold her hand out to receive the back and check it, she was happy to see her stuff was still in it. "Yes, dis is my stuff! Thank you once again Miss Julane."
After placing her bag down near her gauntlet she looked out at the sky again to see it had changed in the time she was looking away. She pointed up at the horizon, "Lookie there, Julane. The sky looks tonight."
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Healer Julane Gael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 27
Physical Description: Healer Julane is a tall, slender woman with soft glacial blue inquisitive eyes and long, silky smooth white hair, falling straight down to about halfway down her back, prim and well taken care of. Her eyebrows are almost always slightly furrowed, and her soft pink lips always turned up into a smile, giving her a gentle, kindly face, despite its slender and otherwise sharp features. Her figure is slim and somewhat muted, with a rather unimpressive bust and legs meant less for outdoorsy physical activity and more for long strides across a library. Her fingers are long and slender, like a pianist's, and although they tend to be utilised more for flipping pages and casting spells, she does "dabble" in the citole, as she puts it, though in reality she's a very proficient musician. Her voice is soft, clear, and crisp, wonderfully suited for calming down patients or ordering nurses around without so much as a raised tone.
Clothes and Equipment: ===========================================
Healer Julane is almost always dressed in her white, plain and yet elegant flowing silken robes, the upper half of which is split to show a long tract of flesh down the centre of her torso, the reason behind this stated to be to disarm patients upon the battlefield by showing them that she is unarmed and not an enemy, although it has the side-effect of looking somewhat unnecessarily immodest. The lower half, however, is slightly thicker, the skirt overlapping on itself once in the front, falling down to right below her ankles to cover her booted feet without making her trip over herself.
She almost always wears a storage belt with phials and small satchels hanging off of it, making a musical clinking as she walks along. A small, ornate and yet primitive round charm with two eagle feathers hanging from leather cords is always on her person, usually latched to her belt, and she has been known to risk her own life to retrieve it if lost. No one knows the purpose of the object, but all know it is sacred to her.
Unlike her mentor, Andraste, Julane doesn't carry about a hefty tome full of spells. Instead, she carries about a compact booklet full of all the incantations, evocations, and charms a healer must know in order to be proficient. In addition to this, her staff is made of solid redwood, straight and well-carved with swirling Elven runes etched into its length, the tip widening and spiralling about to caress a large opal the size of a fist, quite an unusual channelling stone to be upon a mage's staff. Its utility is singular: light, defence, and healing spells, and the stone excels at enhancing those magics, but one will find it difficult if not impossible or extremely dangerous to cast offensive, dark, or blood magic spells using the stone. Luckily, it's perfect for Julane. Although she doesn't know it, Healer Julane is also very good at passive magical suggestion, her words seeming to carry a tone of authority no matter how they're spoken, causing those undefended hearts and minds to be drawn to her ideals.
Registered: Sept 27, 2015 19:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Healer Julane Gael on Nov 19, 2015 22:17:13 GMT -8
"Yes, it is quite beautiful this eve. Would you like to take a walk to the riverside and sit with me? I find it a calming experience," says the healer in her soft voice, smiling gently at Rani and extending her arm. "I will support you if you need it to walk."
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Nov 19, 2015 22:39:14 GMT -8
"Yes, I would like that." Rani moved to Julane to join her. She crumples from a shot of pain but catches hold of Julane's hand and pulls herself back up. Holding onto her hand makes Rani feel warm and fuzzy, and not hurt anymore. She smiles at Julane and would continue to walk with her to the river.
Once there she'd take her seat gently by Julane and looks around. She feels calmed as the healer said and of course Rani loves taking in the beauty of nature. She's visibly happy with the experience and scenery. After a moment she realizes that her hand has found itself touching Julane's while they are sitting and it gives her that funny feeling again as she looks at the woman, with her white hair shimmering in the moonlight. Rani had never witnessed a creature more beautiful than what she saw before her, and she stared in awe.
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Healer Julane Gael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 27
Physical Description: Healer Julane is a tall, slender woman with soft glacial blue inquisitive eyes and long, silky smooth white hair, falling straight down to about halfway down her back, prim and well taken care of. Her eyebrows are almost always slightly furrowed, and her soft pink lips always turned up into a smile, giving her a gentle, kindly face, despite its slender and otherwise sharp features. Her figure is slim and somewhat muted, with a rather unimpressive bust and legs meant less for outdoorsy physical activity and more for long strides across a library. Her fingers are long and slender, like a pianist's, and although they tend to be utilised more for flipping pages and casting spells, she does "dabble" in the citole, as she puts it, though in reality she's a very proficient musician. Her voice is soft, clear, and crisp, wonderfully suited for calming down patients or ordering nurses around without so much as a raised tone.
Clothes and Equipment: ===========================================
Healer Julane is almost always dressed in her white, plain and yet elegant flowing silken robes, the upper half of which is split to show a long tract of flesh down the centre of her torso, the reason behind this stated to be to disarm patients upon the battlefield by showing them that she is unarmed and not an enemy, although it has the side-effect of looking somewhat unnecessarily immodest. The lower half, however, is slightly thicker, the skirt overlapping on itself once in the front, falling down to right below her ankles to cover her booted feet without making her trip over herself.
She almost always wears a storage belt with phials and small satchels hanging off of it, making a musical clinking as she walks along. A small, ornate and yet primitive round charm with two eagle feathers hanging from leather cords is always on her person, usually latched to her belt, and she has been known to risk her own life to retrieve it if lost. No one knows the purpose of the object, but all know it is sacred to her.
Unlike her mentor, Andraste, Julane doesn't carry about a hefty tome full of spells. Instead, she carries about a compact booklet full of all the incantations, evocations, and charms a healer must know in order to be proficient. In addition to this, her staff is made of solid redwood, straight and well-carved with swirling Elven runes etched into its length, the tip widening and spiralling about to caress a large opal the size of a fist, quite an unusual channelling stone to be upon a mage's staff. Its utility is singular: light, defence, and healing spells, and the stone excels at enhancing those magics, but one will find it difficult if not impossible or extremely dangerous to cast offensive, dark, or blood magic spells using the stone. Luckily, it's perfect for Julane. Although she doesn't know it, Healer Julane is also very good at passive magical suggestion, her words seeming to carry a tone of authority no matter how they're spoken, causing those undefended hearts and minds to be drawn to her ideals.
Registered: Sept 27, 2015 19:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Healer Julane Gael on Nov 21, 2015 20:54:42 GMT -8
Julane sits by the riverbed with her hands planted on either side of her, smiling lightly as her eyes pan over the clear, clean water of the river. Within, fish can be seen darting to and fro, moving with the current. The croaking of frogs emanates throughout the riverbed, and insects sing their songs all around. She looks back to Rani and gives a bright smile. "Is not this a beautiful sight, dear? Magic and medicine may mend the body, but only the beauty of nature may mend the soul," she says, her voice soft and musical.
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Nov 21, 2015 21:38:11 GMT -8
"Ya, you are. I- I mean, yes. I love nature. I'm a shaman actually, sometimes I talk to da air, da water, da erf and fiya." Rani blushes and deflects her embarrassment by describing her profession. After a moment of looking along the river she turns back to Julane and revisits what she said first, her face reddens again. "In my eyes you are beautiful, Julane. Unlike anyting else I've seen. It pleases me dat you've graced my presence."
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Healer Julane Gael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 27
Physical Description: Healer Julane is a tall, slender woman with soft glacial blue inquisitive eyes and long, silky smooth white hair, falling straight down to about halfway down her back, prim and well taken care of. Her eyebrows are almost always slightly furrowed, and her soft pink lips always turned up into a smile, giving her a gentle, kindly face, despite its slender and otherwise sharp features. Her figure is slim and somewhat muted, with a rather unimpressive bust and legs meant less for outdoorsy physical activity and more for long strides across a library. Her fingers are long and slender, like a pianist's, and although they tend to be utilised more for flipping pages and casting spells, she does "dabble" in the citole, as she puts it, though in reality she's a very proficient musician. Her voice is soft, clear, and crisp, wonderfully suited for calming down patients or ordering nurses around without so much as a raised tone.
Clothes and Equipment: ===========================================
Healer Julane is almost always dressed in her white, plain and yet elegant flowing silken robes, the upper half of which is split to show a long tract of flesh down the centre of her torso, the reason behind this stated to be to disarm patients upon the battlefield by showing them that she is unarmed and not an enemy, although it has the side-effect of looking somewhat unnecessarily immodest. The lower half, however, is slightly thicker, the skirt overlapping on itself once in the front, falling down to right below her ankles to cover her booted feet without making her trip over herself.
She almost always wears a storage belt with phials and small satchels hanging off of it, making a musical clinking as she walks along. A small, ornate and yet primitive round charm with two eagle feathers hanging from leather cords is always on her person, usually latched to her belt, and she has been known to risk her own life to retrieve it if lost. No one knows the purpose of the object, but all know it is sacred to her.
Unlike her mentor, Andraste, Julane doesn't carry about a hefty tome full of spells. Instead, she carries about a compact booklet full of all the incantations, evocations, and charms a healer must know in order to be proficient. In addition to this, her staff is made of solid redwood, straight and well-carved with swirling Elven runes etched into its length, the tip widening and spiralling about to caress a large opal the size of a fist, quite an unusual channelling stone to be upon a mage's staff. Its utility is singular: light, defence, and healing spells, and the stone excels at enhancing those magics, but one will find it difficult if not impossible or extremely dangerous to cast offensive, dark, or blood magic spells using the stone. Luckily, it's perfect for Julane. Although she doesn't know it, Healer Julane is also very good at passive magical suggestion, her words seeming to carry a tone of authority no matter how they're spoken, causing those undefended hearts and minds to be drawn to her ideals.
Registered: Sept 27, 2015 19:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Healer Julane Gael on Nov 23, 2015 19:26:29 GMT -8
"Well, thank you for the compliment," responds Julane graciously, "but I have never thought of myself as particularly beautiful. You, too, are a beautiful woman. Your presence is most welcome as well." She smiles gently and leans back on her hands, looking up at the sky, which is quickly darkening, stars beginning to tentatively creep into the firmament, fading slowly into view as the sun retreats beneath the horizon. The river bubbles with life, and the air begins to chill. Julane shivers lightly, her very much exposed skin rising in goosebumps, yet she retains her smile, unchanging and calming.
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Nov 23, 2015 20:00:49 GMT -8
"Ahaha~" Rani laughs after receiving Julane's counter-compliment. After having spent time in the Phoenix State, Rani was used to being out in the cold of the desert nights so she wasn't too affected by the cold. The troll took in he scenery again, listening to sounds of the nocturnal creatures and the bubbling brook. "It's very relaxing here, as you said."
Rani looks over at Julane again and catches a glimpse at her shivering. She reaches over for one of Julane's hands, clasping it with both of her hands to share some warmth. "It's getting colda, shall we go back to camp? Dis outfit doesn't help much against da cold, haha."|
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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 Nov 26, 2015 21:03:25 GMT -8
Lum'Valia swoops in from the Free Plains and above a pasture she comes in low directly above a herd of now stampeding cows and without pomp or ceremony scoops one up in each clawed hand. She carries them over to the nearby farmhouse and land directly out side supporting her weight on her hind legs the cows kicking in terror. She says her voice perfectly calm and pleasant though loud enough to make the glass in the house shatter.
"Excuse me, would you mind terrible if I ate these?"
The terrified farmer who had run into the house with his family when they saw the dragon sticks his head out the window after a few minutes and he shakes his head. Lum'Valia curls her lips back revealing her razor fangs and says.
"Thank you."
Then much the farmer distress she begins the process of roasting and eating the cows in his front lawn.
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Nov 27, 2015 16:28:37 GMT -8
Fundor, great red wyrm of the Nokari mountains glides along high in the sky above the farmlands, soaring in from the west. He soon spots the white dragon below, roasting and eating a couple of cows among the pastures, and also the new farmlands that seemed to have cropped up since he last flew over these plains. These wretched creatures grow more and more daring by the decade, and not only that, but now other dragons dare encroach on my lands as well? Fundor was simply not going to let this fly.
The huge dragon soared down towards where the white dragon now stood by the small house, landing quite close by. The very earth beneath the dragon quaked as it received his weight. His claws made punctured huge ditches in the ground as he walked, over. The farmer quickly ducked back into the house now as the dragon whom was four times the size of the other bared his huge teeth. He communicated with the other dragon telepathically, his anger almost permeable as it boiled within him, masked only by the contempt he held in his words when he spoke to the much smaller, and in his eyes inferior dragon,
What do we have here? It seems I have slumbered for far too long to let such pests encroach on my territory. How careless of me.
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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 Nov 27, 2015 16:43:32 GMT -8
Lum'Valia flicks an eye away from her meal to eye the larger dragon disdainfully she then returns her eyes back to her meal. With a mental shrug she ejects Fundor from her mind and seals it against further intrusion. She only sent a single thought to him before doing so.
Don't be rude.
Lum'Valias only other concession to the larger dragons existence was to gather up power within herself ready to release a spell should he turn hostile.
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Nov 27, 2015 17:04:51 GMT -8
Fundor growled viciously at the white dragon whom seemed to brush him off as if he was insignificant. Now he spoke with his own voice, his words seething as he spoke,
"Don't be rude the pest says? Oh yes, how rich this is." He let out a bellowing laugh of mockery, his demeanor sooned turned though, and he roared his next words at the smaller white dragon, "You come into MY territory and eat MY lifestock and you have the audacity to speak to me like that?"
"I will show you rude," he said then before roaring again and grabbing the farmers house in his huge jaws and ripping it out of the ground as if it was a pesky weed. Wood could be heard splintering as he took it up in his jaws and set a streaming gout of flame through the crushed house he held in his jaws. Once it was aflame he threw it the white dragon, "There is rude for you, you whelp."
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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 Nov 27, 2015 17:15:50 GMT -8
When Fundor pounced on the house Lum'Valia's beautiful voice rang out across the farmlands.
"Stahdim kun spaan stahraal nol aax."
Though the house crunched easily a shimmering shield of energy springs up around the farmer and his family and they are torn from the house landing safely next to the white dragon. Lum'Valias voice echoes with divine power as she thunders at Fundor the very sound of it raking against the evil in the larger dragons soul.
"THIS IS NOT YOUR TERRITORY FOOL! YOU THINK SLUMBERING UNDER A MOUNTAIN MILES AWAY GIVES YOU RIGHTS TO THESE LANDS OR ITS PEOPLE! USING YOUR STRENGTH TO TAKE SOMETHING FROM ANOTHER DOES NOT MAKE IT YOURS IT SIMPLY MAKES YOU EVIL! BEGONE FROM HERE I HAVE NO DESIRE TO TREAT WITH SCUM SUCH AS YOU!"
Lum'Valia then begins to draw even more holy power into herself, before she simply glowed but now she is blindingly bright. Any creature with evil intent will find themselves simply incapable of looking directly at her.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Nov 27, 2015 18:54:21 GMT -8
"THIS IS NOT YOUR TERRITORY FOOL! YOU THINK SLUMBERING UNDER A MOUNTAIN MILES AWAY GIVES YOU RIGHTS TO THESE LANDS OR ITS PEOPLE! USING YOUR STRENGTH TO TAKE SOMETHING FROM ANOTHER DOES NOT MAKE IT YOURS IT SIMPLY MAKES YOU EVIL! BEGONE FROM HERE I HAVE NO DESIRE TO TREAT WITH SCUM SUCH AS YOU!" Lum'Valia then begins to draw even more holy power into herself, before she simply glowed but now she is blindingly bright. Any creature with evil intent will find themselves simply incapable of looking directly at her. The large amounts of shouting, flame, and magic had brought another dragon into the fray. Kaden Houpe VeIt was Storm-Wing. Concealed in a small grey thunder cloud, words broke out, crackling like energy. "Neither is it your territory." Spoke the cloud, which had began a dive at Fundor Eater of Sheep . Lightning spewed from underneath the cloud, aiming for his face and neck. However, from the side view Jarkoopi had stopped midair and the cloud kept charging Fundor Eater of Sheep , he was shooting through it, rather than in it. This was not visible from Fundor Eater of Sheep 's perspective however. |
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Asaph, Dream Hunter
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Age: 700
Physical Description: A hybrid Orium and Blue dragon, about 20 meters long, 15 meters standing, and a 20 meter wingspan, mostly blue scales, but with a red underbelly and wings. He is covered in battle scars.
Clothes and Equipment: A gauntlet that gives resistance to the elements, and a ring on one of its horns that enhances its mana pool. An experimental set of armor to help him fight enemy dragons, a more recent addition.
Registered: Oct 25, 2015 11:40:24 GMT -8
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Post by Asaph, Dream Hunter on Nov 27, 2015 19:11:43 GMT -8
Asaph was gliding through the air, having successfully acquired a new treasure, a collection of ancient philosophy books. He was looking forward to getting back to his lair to pour over the ancient knowledge. He was just thinking how proud his mother and uncle would be, when he saw the clash of dragons raging below.
His father's side started to get the better of him. A BATTLE! It had been too long. Ancient secrets could wait, especially when he got a good view of one of the combatants.
"A HOLY dragon, and a beautiful one at that. It's rare to meet a fellow dragon who respects human life." He decided to fly down and head in for a closer look.
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