Crow & The Fisher King
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The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216 
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 20:21:14 GMT -8
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Mar 8, 2016 11:10:08 GMT -8
Crow watches as the man rounds the corner. Another person armed and armored. She referred to the man as a guard, and referenced him as being tied to the law. Ah, guards, guarded the law. They were enforcers of a sort. Interesting. The outside world was proving to be more and more complicated.
"If what you say is true... Then I will have to keep you in service, longer than I planned. Which means your eventual reward will be, that much larger. So we are to set up a market. Ideally I need something away from prying eyes, and near a source of water. Do you know of anywhere like that?" |
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Liliput Guttersnipe
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Roleplay posts: 16 
Age: 18
Physical Description: Lili is a rather short girl with a surprisingly curvaceous figure for a street urchin. She has short brownish hair and a keen look in her eye.
Clothes and Equipment: Lili usually wears dark leather clothing befitting of a thief when she's doing B&E jobs. Otherwise, she wears normal street clothes. She carries with her a full set of lockpicks and a blackened knife. In addition to the picks and knife, she has a coil of rope and a grappling hook. Usual thief things.
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Post by Liliput Guttersnipe on Mar 8, 2016 11:20:18 GMT -8
"Near a source of water?"
Lili thinks for a moment.
"Well, you could set up by the old well. Nobody goes by there because it's haunted, and it's in an out-of-the-way place. Follow me."
She runs off into an alley, and leads Crow to the old well.
[Exits]
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Eloria Tyrins
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: Uhh.. lost count?
Physical Description: Generally referred to as tiny and adorable, Eloria is 4'10" tall and petite. Although she appears to be barely into her teens, her purple-pink eyes have a wisdom and age about them surprising for one seemingly so young. Her hair, which falls to her knees when it's not bound up into its usual ponytail, is a pale shade of purplish-pink. Her skin is lightly-tanned due to lots of time outdoors, and she has no visible scars, or any defining physical characteristics, aside from her finely-formed, adorable facial features. This is excluding the line of intricate magical tattoos down her back, which are forged directly into her spirit, allowing her constant access to the summon spirits she's made pacts with - all ten of them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Eloria wears a very.. definitive outfit. On her lower half, she wears a pair of voluminous bright pink pants, tucked into white-and-purple ankle-high boots. On her tap half, she wears a purple, midriff-baring strapless top, on top of which is a white short-sleeved vest with long tails and purple edging. Accessory-wise, she wears a purple belt over her vest, a green bright green scarf knotted around her neck, two long gloves of pale purple, a single purple sphere dangling from her left ear, and two thick bracelets - a golden one around her right wrist, and a turquoise one around her left. The bracelets and earring aren't just for show; they're inlaid with strong enchantments. Additionally, she carries a broom.. that flies, and also is apparently at least semi-sentient, as she speaks to it.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 16:19:36 GMT -8
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Post by Eloria Tyrins on Mar 9, 2016 22:02:06 GMT -8
Although it had taken some time for Eloria to corral her wayward mount, she had finally managed to catch the broom.. or rather, the broom had allowed itself to finally be caught. With her errant steed in hand (and beneath rear), she had taken to the skies once more. Perched sideways upon the aerial cleaning item, she hovered above the streets with the wind ruffling her long ponytail, sending it twitching wildly behind her as she peered down at the hustle and bustle of the metropolis, the people going about their lives as usual.
You are needed here. The voice murmured in her mind, and Eloria crinkled her nose. "I don't understand why, though. Everything seems good in this realm. Well, I mean, other than those guys to the south, they're obviously bad eggs, but they haven't attacked anyone outside their own borders." There was no response. Whatever it was her patron goddess wanted her to do here, she wasn't supposed to know yet. Breathing a slightly frustrated sigh, Eloria let Broomy drift where it would, her dark eyes wandering absently.
Abruptly, the broom halted, and she eyed it warily. What was it up to... Before she could properly react, the broom began to zip off in a random direction, and she scrambled to move so she was sitting astride the attached seat, holding on for dear life. "Not again! Where are you taking meeeeeeeee?!" Alas, there was no answer, either from broom or from goddess. It seemed there was somewhere she was supposed to be...
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 9:16:30 GMT -8
The spider-like Immortal wandered the alleyways of Isra, seeking the other that it knew was here. Soon! Soon the reign of the Lightning Kingdom would return, and then the world would again fear the Immortals! Almighty Morgdun, your name shall not be forgotten.
The awkward construct left scorch marks on the road as it went. It eventually noticed this unfortunate side-effect and hunkered down in an alley behind some stacked crates, waiting.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 11:05:50 GMT -8
Daedros sensed the other Immortal and walked to the alley, only to confront a trio of drunkards swaying around a litter-fueled fire. The Immortal raised a hand and conjured up a fireball, then flicked it to the dispossessed drunks. In a flash of fire, nothing was left of the drunkards but bones.
Come out, Immortal, Daedros called. I know you are there. We have much to discuss, and more to rebuild.
Daedros searched the alley, looking behind boxes and rubbish bins. Some Immortals were smaller than others. Could it be inside a box...?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 11:13:44 GMT -8
Immortal Oflan began on its way to the alley. It had learned of this city-state's government: a bureaucratic democracy, with elections few and far between; and it had learned of this city-state's most influential businesspersons: the Midnight Sun, which was operated by a mysterious Madame Naoki. Her business branched to others, such as Green's Greens, and her influence spread far beyond the city's walls.
At first, Oflan intended to worm its way into this city's bureaucracy alone. Now there were other Immortals. Together, they could rise to the top as a greater unit, and begin Morgdun's revival. They would just have to pass as strange persons who wore armor at all times.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 11:18:27 GMT -8
Nuumturoth was found soon enough. There was not much hiding space in this alley, and the Immortal scuttled into view at Daedros's familiar voice. Another Immortal! I knew one would arrive. What is there to now be done? The kingdom has fallen, and we alone awake.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 11:20:40 GMT -8
Daedros shook its head. You are not alone. Seek out, Nuumturoth, as you could in the old days. A third approaches us yet now. Expand your search outward to the east, to the former lands of Morgdun's capital, and you will find another. It likely awakens within Morgdun's temple-palace, where our kind were buried. This is a good day, Nuumturoth. The kingdom may be rebuilt!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 11:23:36 GMT -8
Oflan found the alley in time to hear Daedros's words, and came forward when the senior Immortal finished its speech. Oflan placed a hand on its shoulder. I come, my commander. I have found much information regarding this city-state. We may begin with this land as the new capital of our rule. Morgdun Almighty's land shall be reborn.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 11:49:54 GMT -8
Daedros turned its head and regarded the unfamiliar Immortal with some surprise. Another Immortal that was bipedal. At least now there was some hope.
Excellent work, Immortal. You may relay this information now. What is your name?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 11:51:31 GMT -8
Oflan returned to standing at attention. I am Immortal Oflan, my commander. In Morgdun's life I controlled a portion of the continent to the west.
My information is plain. The Immortal then went on the divulge the knowledge of this city to Nuumturoth and Daedros.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 11:54:04 GMT -8
Nuumturoth nodded, or bowed rapidly. This knowledge would be useful. The conclusion is simple: burn down the Midnight Sun and kill its owner to prevent their power from interfering, and overthrow the democratic government.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 11:56:17 GMT -8
Daedros shook its head. The overthrow of a democracy is difficult and tedious. It would require the forced surrender of a large bureaucracy with an army behind it. We do not yet have our legions of Undying. We are but three Immortals. It would take too long to destroy every member of their army and their bureaucracy. The unwarranted murder of the Midnight Sun's owner may also spark reprisal.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 11:59:19 GMT -8
Even the lower-ranking Oflan was taken aback by Daedros's declaration. But we are the Immortals! We have leveled mountains, drained seas, frozen volcanoes, and we are stopped by a single city-state and a business? We had no need for walls, but we must cower behind what? Diplomacy? The slow rising of ranks among mortals? We are Immortals, not humans!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 12:00:50 GMT -8
Nuumturoth voiced a silent agreement, stamping a stubby foot on the cobbles. This city could burn!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 12:11:27 GMT -8
Daedros metaphorically sighed; the Immortals do not verbally communicate, despite being heard. How did they not understand? Three thousand years ago, we were destroyed. By whom, from where, or even how we were attacked remains a mystery. The human race flourishes. The Immortals and all of Morgdun's legacy are gone. Truly, there is naught to prove whether these humans still possess the powers that destroyed the Immortals. Until such is established, we must not attempt to conquer these people. Now, where may we plan in peace, away from the streets where so many eyes pry?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2016 22:21:17 GMT -8
Such a place I know, replied the lesser Immortal. Follow, and I shall guide you there. It is a home not far from here, for it is also in that district which is cheaper among the citizens. No doubt the essential guise for the king is as a pauper. Immortal Oflan marched to a familiar home in a familiar alley.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2016 22:23:18 GMT -8
Nuumturoth followed, legs clattering rapidly on the cobbles. It would make good time, and almost overtook its guide.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2016 22:45:25 GMT -8
Given no other choice, Daedros followed at a comfortable pace.
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Leona Malric
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 21
Physical Description: ------------------------------------------------------------
Slim, female girl
Light tan
Middle-long (chest-length) flowing dark brown hair
Light green eyes
Fit physique
5'7ft
130lbs
Slight dark makeup around eyes
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She usually wears light leather armor (her midriff bare), pants, boots and gloves. On her belt she carries two daggers, which are on her back and a shortsword on her left hip.
On her right shoulder she also has a single pauldron made of dragon scales, which she received from her mentor. Attached on that pauldron are four small throwing knives.
Also from that same material, her right sword arm is covered by a couter and a gauntlet.
A longsword is bound to her back.
She usually also carries a longbow and a shield, strapped to her backpack. According to the situation she switches her equipment.
Sword: http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa122/brotherbanzai/DSCF3430.jpg~original
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Mar 29, 2016 11:51:46 GMT -8
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Post by Leona Malric on Mar 30, 2016 7:31:04 GMT -8
[Entering from the Southern Gate]
As Leona entered the city, she needed some time to adjust. She hadn't been in such a great city ever before. The amount of people she saw was unfamiliar. She was used to be alone or more like be alone with Akanor. She had always been talking to him, although she knew he couldn't understand her. For outsiders it would probably look weird, but it made her feel less alone. Thinking of that, she should probably not do that in here, when others were close by watching. It would certainly make her look weird to others.
She patted the side of the wolf at her side and exchanged a look with him. Although they couldn't understand each other, there was still a bond that intertwined them, so even without a form of communication they knew what the other felt.
Simultaneously they started walking through alleys with houses on the opposing sides and people walking around them or standing together, talking. She somehow felt uncomfortable with so many others around and looked for a place to get some space between them and her. But she really needed to find an inn. It was getting dark and she was tired.
As Leona was roaming through the streets, getting the feeling that she was starting to get lost, she eventually found herself on a street, that looked a lot different than all the other streets she had wandered on. As she slowly walked on she saw all different kinds of things. There were stalls with traders advertising their wares to potential customers, drunk patrons exiting bars, singing loudly and she could smell all kinds of different smells. She was surprised in what kind of part of town she found herself in. But she didn't have time as people were bumping into her and she got caught in the stream of people walking through the street.
To escape this horde, she entered one of the buildings that was closest to her, almost crashing into the door. She rushed in and closed the door behind her, exhaling. This was really stressing her out. She hadn't expected city life to be so frantic.
As she turned around, her eyes opened wide and she had to wonder again in what kind of establishment she had stumbled into.
[Exiting to Midnight Sun]
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