Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133 
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 23, 2016 17:30:35 GMT -8
Her gaze flicked up to the sky above, taking note of the impending rain clouds. She knew that the elements often responded to Talis and his emotions, and the sudden onset of what appeared to be an impending rainstorm... Dammit. She'd failed to cheer him up. But what could she do? It was hard to make Talis happy when she was flooded with such heartache. Trying to brush it off as a coincidence, Iania chuckled and slid her arm around his waist, leading him out of the graveyard.
"Let's get going before we get caught in this rain."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 23:21:03 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2017 15:36:03 GMT -8
Finally. Winding through the massive city had been a tedious chore, especially with peering eyes all around. But at least she had finally found the designated garden of the dead. Now, under the cover of night, she had returned to the gates and slipped inside - wandering through the array of marking stones standing at attention over their graves. The further inside and away from common walking ground, the better.
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Daedalus
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86 
Age: Unknown - Appears to be in his 20's
Physical Description: The golden haired man is tall, standing at about 6 feet 2 inches. He appears to be built quite normally for a healthy and active adult human male. The only thing off about the man is his eyes, which are golden in color and glow faintly.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears clothes, usually. He doesn't really carry anything interesting with him, though.
Player's online availability : Fairly often
Registered: Oct 25, 2016 16:35:39 GMT -8
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Post by Daedalus on Jan 22, 2017 20:25:06 GMT -8
Even though it was the dead of night, there was another individual that was at the graveyard on that night, a mage by the name of Daedalus.
He had taken a liking to a certain kind of magic he had only learned of recently and had grown quite infatuated by it recently. Daedalus had learned scrying magic, and had quickly grown quite adept at it, enough so that he could observe many parts of the city of Isra from his own apartment whenever he wanted, and it was in this way he 'explored' much of the city, mapping it's various streets meticulously within his mind...
Daedalus' intellect would even at times let him observe multiple areas at once, if he was so inclined. Even so, however, he found that he was not able to observe some of the more secure locations within the city. This limitation did not prevent him from observing what he did this night, which caused him to come to the graveyard, though.
He had seen a figure that moved through the streets, attempting to remain hidden from what he could tell. This figure struck Daedalus as familiar, and he was quick to draw the connection between them and various posters he had seen posted around the city. Thus, he tracked this certain individual until they came to the graveyard, and then, once they arrived he would leave for the graveyard himself.
Daedalus would enter, slipping in through the same gates as his quarry. He would begin gathering mana then for a possible confrontation. If this person was who he thought they were, he knew they would be dangerous.
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Jan 25, 2017 15:27:00 GMT -8
A third shadow arrived at the graveyard the same night. Silas had become convinced that if the cloaked women were to have any nefarious plans for the city she would go about them in a place like this. After dinner with Skarlet he had excused himself and come to investigate his hunch. Rather then enter the graveyard, Silas hid himself in the shadows of an ally near the main gate. He waited, listening carefully to the night.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 23:21:03 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2017 19:27:01 GMT -8
She found a large, stone coffin at the back of the graveyard, tucked beneath a couple of sad-looking trees. Prying the stone slab from the top was difficult enough, but she could manage. If there hadn't been tails, no one would've heard the heavy stone hit the ground.
From here, she found the remains of the buried - maybe it had been Elven once. But now it was mostly bones and material goods. That was fine. The cloaked individual leaned over to reach in and start harvesting the skeleton from everything else.
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Daedalus
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Unknown - Appears to be in his 20's
Physical Description: The golden haired man is tall, standing at about 6 feet 2 inches. He appears to be built quite normally for a healthy and active adult human male. The only thing off about the man is his eyes, which are golden in color and glow faintly.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears clothes, usually. He doesn't really carry anything interesting with him, though.
Player's online availability : Fairly often
Registered: Oct 25, 2016 16:35:39 GMT -8
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Post by Daedalus on Jan 30, 2017 9:42:03 GMT -8
Daedalus would look around the graveyard for a time, being as quiet as possible. It was quite dark outside however and he was not able to see very far, thus he would cast a spell that would aid him in finding the location within the graveyard of his quarry exactly.
Murmuring a short incantation, Daedalus' eyes would glow softly with a dull blue light as he began scrying, scanning the surrounding area. A few short moments later he would pinpoint Meredith, who seemed to be prying open a stone coffin. He would begin closing in on her position then, though he was doing so cautiously for now, as he did not have as much mana built up as he had before casting the minor scrying spell.
The scrying spell was broken for now, so his eyes no longer glowed in a blue light, and instead held their usual though less noticeable golden sheen.
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Jan 30, 2017 22:32:06 GMT -8
Grating stone broke the nights silence. A crash sent shivers running up Silas's spine. He pinpoint the location and began to creep quietly through the graveyard. He cautiously hid behind each gravestone, driven by his curiosity of the unknown and morbid?
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 23:21:03 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2017 6:25:49 GMT -8
The grave digger paid no heed to her surroundings, a little frantic in her own work. The skeleton was still well intact and strong, so it took some time to start separating the bones and prepare them for transport - without damaging them. Granted, reinforcing bones structure was doable but she rather avoid the issue if possible. She was oblivious to her two tails stalking through the graveyard.
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Daedalus
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Unknown - Appears to be in his 20's
Physical Description: The golden haired man is tall, standing at about 6 feet 2 inches. He appears to be built quite normally for a healthy and active adult human male. The only thing off about the man is his eyes, which are golden in color and glow faintly.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears clothes, usually. He doesn't really carry anything interesting with him, though.
Player's online availability : Fairly often
Registered: Oct 25, 2016 16:35:39 GMT -8
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Post by Daedalus on Feb 7, 2017 13:15:47 GMT -8
Daedalus would soon be within range to spot the necromancer with the naked eye through the dark night. From beneath the shadows of a darkened old elm tree within the graveyard was where he watched, peering from behind its thick trunk. He would begin to gather mana now, though he would attempt to do so subtely, building it up slowly over several seconds as to make the gathering of energy nearby less noticeable to his quarry as they went about their work.
It seemed she was pillaging a grave, from what Daedalus could tell as he saw the stone lid of the grave she was hunched over thrown to the side, revealing the open grave. She seemed to be taking some items out of the grave currently.
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Feb 7, 2017 15:57:17 GMT -8
Silas spotted a a faint golden glow coming from beneath a tree. This was about where he had heard the sound. Silas loosened his nervous grip on his spear and prepared himself to spring into action. As his eyes adjusted he could make out the silhouette of person with golden eyes. Surely this was the necromancer.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 23:21:03 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2017 12:56:33 GMT -8
The thief finished her work, the bones disassembled and ready for transport. She began a very, very low muttering sound as she chanted a few words. A thin hand would carefully graze over the surface of one bone before coming up and disappearing beneath the hood and shawl - tapping one of the many gems set in her ear. And it vanished moments later - safely tucked away.
Just a few more.
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Julia Rafine
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Physical Description: In the darkness, Julia almost seems solid; but in brighter light, her incorporeal nature is obvious to even the casual viewer looking through her. At 5'10", Julia is rather tall for a human woman, and a build that many would describe as Amazonian. She has light brown, almost blonde, hair and grey eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment:
She is usually seen in the uniform and/or armor of an Isranian Legionnaire. Her armor, weapons, and other gear retain the same semi-transparent appearance as their owner.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 22:18:20 GMT -8
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Post by Julia Rafine on Apr 16, 2017 10:12:26 GMT -8
A hero’s burial. That is what Ana had said. Julia had no cause to doubt it, but little sign of it remained now. The ghostly soldier looked down at the marble stone that marked where her body lay. It was a good spot. Near her father. Next to the empty space reserved for her mother. The thought of it made her want to cry. But she didn’t even know if she could anymore. Centurion Julia Rafine.
Beloved sister and daughter.
Liberator of Medan.
“She gave her life so that others might live free.” That was true, but not at all the whole truth. She was fighting to liberate the people of Medan from the Goraians, of course. And she was proud to have been a part of it. But she had gone where she was ordered to go. She was doing her job. Doing her best to look after the soldiers in her command and complete the objectives given by her superiors. She was a soldier, not a hero. A slightly faded flower lay on the grass below the headstone, already grown thick and lush. Had she really been dead so long? It felt to her like only a few days since the battle. But that was impossible, of course. The walk from there to here would take much longer than that. And her body had beat her here by enough time for the grass to grow in. Months. It had been months since the battle. Months since she had died. Months since her mother and her brothers had stood here and watched them lower her into the earth. And how many weeks before that since she had seen them last? Hugged them and promised them that she would be home again before they knew it? Would a part of them hate her for breaking that promise? Would it be more or less than she hated herself for breaking it? The pink petals fluttered in the breeze. How long before it blew away, and not even that remained? But a thought came to Julia in that moment. The flower had not blown away yet. It had not wilted entirely. It was relatively fresh. Someone had been here in the last day or so to place a flower on her grave. Not on the anniversary of her death. Not on her birthday or a holiday of remembrance. Someone in her family missed her so much they had come here to visit her grave and leave a flower for her. And she had not even been to see them yet. A soft rain fell on the graveyard, where a lonely soldier stared down at a stone marker through the night. It turns out that ghosts could cry after all. |
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