Karath Durson
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 168 
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Oct 30, 2015 19:53:18 GMT -8
"Yeah," he chimed in on coherence. The tattoo on his muscular arm glowed momentarily in a light blue, a chime-like sound emanating from his body. Having spent a moment gathering energy in the last ten seconds of his spectation, it now manifested in the form of a spell...one that'd shower the victim in sparkles for a few seconds. At first, nothing seemed to happen. But over time, the wound would begin to rectify itself at a vastly improved rate.
She was lucky she didn't die, if she was indeed normal.
"That should help," he said in a low, serious and concerned tone of voice.
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Reese Cresno
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Physical Description: Reese is a very skeletal man, albeit one dressed to impress. He has a very wide grin, as would be expected of a person whose face lacks a skin. His bones are well-polished indeed, sometimes catching and reflecting a bit of light. This is possibly achieved with a bit of glaze, as normal skeletons are rather dull and lackluster.
Clothes and Equipment: Reese is always dressed in an immaculate suit, complete with a fine ironwood walking stick. A small chain hangs out of a jacket pocket. Were one to yank it out, they would find an elaborate medallion bearing a single, glowing, silver-etched eye.
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:48:35 GMT -8
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Post by Reese Cresno on Oct 30, 2015 19:54:32 GMT -8
The woman waved the first man's questions aside, trying to project an air of vigor and health.
"I don't need a doctor. I'm fine, I'm fine." Her words were noticeably slurred. There was only so much acting could do. "I just need to... get back home. Healer there. Thank you both, though. Help was nice."
She tried to get to her feet, but staggered and fell against the wall with her first step. Perhaps she would need assistance after all.
"Second thought. If you could get me to a place called the Midnight Sun, I'd appreciate it. Employer spends a lot of time there."
Though the wound itself was bandaged, the blood on the back of her shirt left a smear on the wall as she slid back down. Just before she blacked out, a very satisfying image of clocking Reese across the skull skittered over her mind.
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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 Oct 30, 2015 20:02:41 GMT -8
Alden stares at the now unconscious women.
"Well I have no idea where the Midnight Sun is, but this sounds like an adventure!"
Alden drags the women up draping one of her arms around his shoulders, he then looks at Karath.
"Okay you get the other side, and we will find this Midnight Sun place."
He will wait to see if Karath helps but either way he starts walking.
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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 2, 2015 17:43:13 GMT -8
Striding out of the Midnight Sun Alden realizes he still doesn't have a plan of action an unfortunate oversight but one he doesn't let bother him.
"What would I do if I was on a job without any intel?"
He wonders out loud, and of course he knows the answer know you get the lay of the land. Moving down the nearest ally way Alden finds waits until no one would see him, before scaling the building with surprising speed. Once on top he scans the city looking for...
"Perfect!"
He says with a huge smile before taking off across the roof tops towards the tallest building he can see.
<Exit to the Tower Dragon Spire.>
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Rahlie Persnip
Established
Syndicate Thief
Roleplay posts: 10
Registered: Oct 25, 2015 21:04:45 GMT -8
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Post by Rahlie Persnip on Nov 4, 2015 15:07:06 GMT -8
"HAWHAWHAW!" Rahlie laughs heartily after just punching that guard in the balls. He sides tingled from laughing so hard. Running from the Bazaar, Rahlie needed to come up with a way to get Garo off his trail.
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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 18:07:45 GMT -8
Alden finally returns to the Free City slipping though the city gates he enters the streets again. He was glad the guards seemed pretty lax since explaining how he had gotten out of the city and why he was in his current condition would have been weird. He grumbles in annoyance with each step on the hard cobblestone it is too far below his pain threshold to actually hurt him but it is still annoying and uncomfortable. He wished he had money or better yet just a spare set of boots, unfortunately he had neither which meant he had to retrieve his gear from where he left it. Alden was almost 100% positive that approaching the Towering Dragon Spire again had the potential to end very poorly but that was where his gear was so... Alden weighs his options for a long moment before he lets out an exasperated sigh and laments out loud.
"I don't have any choice do I?
He desperately needed his boots back, and he would also like his cloak. Sure it was a ripped and torn mess, but it was his ripped and torn mess. So despite his better judgement he heads toward the tower. As he moves through the street he spot a young man laughing his ass off as he runs away from another angry looking man.
"Huh that's weird."
Curious but undeterred Alden continues on his way.
<Exits to The Towering Dragon Spire.>
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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 5, 2015 14:32:04 GMT -8
Having successfully retrieved his boots Alden finds a bench and sits down. He proceeds to get his feet as dry and clean as he can with the remains of his cloak. Finally satisfied Alden slips his socks and boots back on with a small sigh of relief. Sitting their triumphantly and comfortably re-shod he then realizes that he is really thirsty. He looks up and down the street until he spots a public water barrel. His objective located he heaves himself to his feet and ambles over. Grabbing the ladle and proceeds to drink greedily dipping the ladle into the water over and over until finally his thirst is satiated.
As he returns the ladle to its place something that was stuck in the back of Alden's mind rises closer to the surface tantalizing close but just out of reach. Peering into the water barrel he stares at his reflection. His normally clean shaven face is covered in the beginnings of a scraggly beard, his hair is tangled matted with dirt and bits of straw stick out. Though his eyes still shine with mirth his face is creased and strained by fatigue.
"I look like a vagrant."
Alden mutters in surprise he hadn't realized just how hard the past few days had been on him. The thought he was trying to catch though it had nothing to do with his appearance or at least not his face. Alden slips a finger into the water barrel wetting it before rubbing some of the dirt off of his leather arm guard. Underneath the dirt and grime is plain brown slightly scuffed leather. There were no runes carved into the surface, no traces of magic, and it was the wrong weight to have a plate of metal sewn between the layers. Next Alden turns his head looking down at his waist at one of his short swords. He draws two inches of steel from its scabbard it was a well made blade but it was just normal steel. The sword was not made of reinforced silver, etched with runes, and brimming with magical energies. Alden's expression grows remote distant as he looks at the unadorned metal a thought escapes his lips.
"This isn't my gear."
How had he not noticed this earlier? Though now that he thinks back he had noticed earlier at least on some level. When he had been assessing the various threats he had faced during the last few days he had only considered his natural abilities his gear hadn't factored in. A low pressure begins to build behind Alden's left eye and he sheaths his sword so he can cover his eye with his open palm. What was going on? This thought reverberates in his head. Hi gear was gone this was a problem he should be concerned yet he hadn't even noticed. The pressure in his head builds and builds. How could he have been aware of something so vital only subconsciously when it was obvious at cursory glance. The pain in his head is becoming blinding his thoughts begin to scatter. Who was...? Where had he...? A high pitched piercing noise resonates in his ear he gasps out as the pain becomes neigh on crippling.
"It doesn't matter, don't worry."
The thought enters his head from nowhere but he embraces it, he clings to it, and slowly the building pressure fade. Of course he has nothing be worried about everything was good he was free that's all that mattered. Shaking off the last vestiges of whatever had just happened Alden's grin returns as bright as ever. Some how in the throws of his little fit an idea had come into his head which he announces out loud to the street.
"If I look like a beggar may as well act as one."
With that exclamation he turns toward the grand market he had spotted during his brief time atop the Spire and he begins to move.
<Exit to the Grand Bazaar. >
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 16:26:59 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2015 0:29:26 GMT -8
Smertas, caked in blood and dirt, strolled into an alleyway. The victim of his next extermination had run into this alley, he was sure of it. Well, crawled. Its lower half was still in the middle of the unlit street outside.
This is the trouble with magic-users, thought the vigilante. They can use magic to survive the most grievous of injuries. Well, not today.
The pathetic creature was just whimpering in the dirt. Upon seeing Smertas, it shuffled against a corner and cowered as he approached. "Tell me, witch, why you used your abominable art?" The knight's head tilted, as if in honest curiosity.
The witch opened her mouth, but before a word could be uttered, Smertas's poisoned sword has pierced her throat. He withdrew the blade and delicately cleaned it with a monogrammed handkerchief as his victim gurgled in a growing pool of blood. He turned away from the repulsive creature and paced to the street. He stopped at the alley's edge and looked back at the body, sneering behind his mask. "As if I'd want an answer from you."
The "hero" disappeared into the night.
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Garo Zelsai
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 16
Player's online availability : Random, and usually you can find me in the Free City.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 22:10:44 GMT -8
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Post by Garo Zelsai on Nov 10, 2015 9:10:20 GMT -8
"HAWHAWHAW!" Rahlie laughs heartily after just punching that guard in the balls. He sides tingled from laughing so hard. Running from the Bazaar, Rahlie needed to come up with a way to get Garo off his trail. Yet Garo kept on chasing, driven by a strange mix of some blind, primal irritation and curiosity. He wove in and out of people and ducked into the alleyway Rahlie had disappeared into, leaping over a broken crate to keep up his speed. |
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Rahlie Persnip
Established
Syndicate Thief
Roleplay posts: 10
Registered: Oct 25, 2015 21:04:45 GMT -8
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Post by Rahlie Persnip on Nov 11, 2015 14:48:44 GMT -8
Rahlie would turn down a corner into and alleyway and wait for Garo. The thief could have made his escape here but he felt like having a little more fun. "Hmm, knife? Naw, not yet. Knife doesn't need to stab until I see his weapon." He contemplated whether he needed to use his weapons. While waiting in the alley he put the coins he stole into his stash. "Too bad these weren't chocolate, that was a nice surprise when I pickpocketed that old man ( Renalt Fletcher), hehehehe." |
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Garo Zelsai
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 16
Player's online availability : Random, and usually you can find me in the Free City.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 22:10:44 GMT -8
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Post by Garo Zelsai on Nov 12, 2015 10:14:10 GMT -8
Rahlie would turn down a corner into and alleyway and wait for Garo. The thief could have made his escape here but he felt like having a little more fun. "Hmm, knife? Naw, not yet. Knife doesn't need to stab until I see his weapon." He contemplated whether he needed to use his weapons. While waiting in the alley he put the coins he stole into his stash. "Too bad these weren't chocolate, that was a nice surprise when I pickpocketed that old man ( Renalt Fletcher), hehehehe." Finally... he gives up. Out of breath and rage, he decided to let this one go. He didn't have much money left anyways. Annoyed and defeated, he slowly turned back home. |
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Reyna Dyre
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61 
Age: 21
Physical Description: Reyna Dyre is tall, with a slender ivory figure. She has long white locks that flow down her back and bangs that cover her eyes, thus her eye color is undetermined. Her limbs are long and slender, feet and hands small and dainty.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a simple white gown, that was given to her upon entering Eden. She carries nothing with her, having had everything taken by Castiel, an angel with the desire to dominate his fellow angels.
Player's online availability : All the time
Registered: Nov 12, 2015 10:18:15 GMT -8
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Post by Reyna Dyre on Nov 12, 2015 10:41:11 GMT -8
"You're a disgrace, Reyna." How she had begged, how she had pleaded for Castiel to spare her.
"No, please...! I'll be good, I promise..." Through his black bangs, his wide silver eyes shone with a malicious glee, pursed lips turning up into a grin. Only mere moments before, the disgruntled angel had thrown her upon the ground, using his right foot to pin her wing down. He grabbed her by her long white locks, pulling her upright. "I'm going to show you what happens to disobedient brats such as yourself!" Ripping off her wings in one swift flick of his wrist and dragging her to the edge of the Garden, Castiel kicked her as hard as he could. Reyna reached out for him, her savior so many years before, only to bet met with a sadistic smile.
His smile. As she fell, Reyna's eyes were filled with tears that spilled down her cheeks. His smile was all that lingered behind her eyes as she closed them tightly. She at last landed upon her back, on cold stone ground, her back screaming out in pain. Now, any passerby would witness a pale, slender figure with long white hair laying on the ground, white silk dress ripped in several places. Her eyes were closed as well as veiled by her bangs.
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Karath Durson
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Nov 12, 2015 10:49:11 GMT -8
It happened to be an alleyway, one cloudy evening after a bit of rain. Crude torchlight lit the way between two tall brick walls, glistening in the sheen of rains just hours before. It was somewhat cold, but humid; uncomfortable but not freezing. Mists hung over the alleyways and rose from warmer sewers.
Karath was walking down the alleyway, his purpose unknown, before he came upon Reyna. He thought he had heard a crash, and someone had indeed smashed into some crates that'd painfully catch her fall in a mess of splintered wood.
"Hey! You alright??"
He moves over to her with a sense of urgency, though none of her wounds seem life-threatening.
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Reyna Dyre
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 21
Physical Description: Reyna Dyre is tall, with a slender ivory figure. She has long white locks that flow down her back and bangs that cover her eyes, thus her eye color is undetermined. Her limbs are long and slender, feet and hands small and dainty.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a simple white gown, that was given to her upon entering Eden. She carries nothing with her, having had everything taken by Castiel, an angel with the desire to dominate his fellow angels.
Player's online availability : All the time
Registered: Nov 12, 2015 10:18:15 GMT -8
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Post by Reyna Dyre on Nov 12, 2015 11:11:52 GMT -8
It happened to be an alleyway, one cloudy evening after a bit of rain. Crude torchlight lit the way between two tall brick walls, glistening in the sheen of rains just hours before. It was somewhat cold, but humid; uncomfortable but not freezing. Mists hung over the alleyways and rose from warmer sewers. Karath was walking down the alleyway, his purpose unknown, before he came upon Reyna. He thought he had heard a crash, and someone had indeed smashed into some crates that'd painfully catch her fall in a mess of splintered wood. "Hey! You alright??" He moves over to her with a sense of urgency, though none of her wounds seem life-threatening. Reyna sat up, gasping in pain as some of the splinters had dug deep into her palm and arm. Without looking up, she hesitantly stammered a reply, "I-I think so..." refusing to make eye contact with Karath as she spoke. Her heart was skipping beats, breath constricted as if a boa constrictor were wrapped around her throat, and as she attempted to sit up a wave of hot white pain struck her entire body, her shoulders taking the worst of the pain. "Ah..." Why was she being such an idiot? Of course she would have been hurt, after having her wings ripped out. Brushing a stray white feather that had stuck to her shoulder during the fall, she began pulling the splinters out of her delicate hands. |
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Karath Durson
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Post by Karath Durson on Nov 12, 2015 11:30:51 GMT -8
"Hm.. you need help?"
He asked, though he moved to kneel beside her anyway. He'd help gingerly in any way that he could, clearing some debris for her to sit up and, if needed, tying bandages torn from his sash to stay any serious or obvious bleeding.
"Curious, what happened?"
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Reyna Dyre
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Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 21
Physical Description: Reyna Dyre is tall, with a slender ivory figure. She has long white locks that flow down her back and bangs that cover her eyes, thus her eye color is undetermined. Her limbs are long and slender, feet and hands small and dainty.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a simple white gown, that was given to her upon entering Eden. She carries nothing with her, having had everything taken by Castiel, an angel with the desire to dominate his fellow angels.
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Post by Reyna Dyre on Nov 12, 2015 11:43:20 GMT -8
Reyna pointed up at the sky with a finger before continuing to pull the splinters out of her hands and arms, causing tiny wounds to open up. "What happened?" She repeated the inquiry before finally managing to pull herself upright into a sitting position, taking a long moment to respond.
"I...uh ... well, I... fell." Rubbing her shoulder as she spoke, although there was no visible wound the burning sensation still lingered.
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Post by Karath Durson on Nov 12, 2015 11:48:33 GMT -8
"Oh."
This was a magical world. There was no time for questions--she could have fallen from a steed. Perhaps she could levitate or fly. Once, he had seen a jump-enhancement spell gone awry.
"Well, I can heal. I come from a very magical place, and I know a few things."
The tattoo on his arm glowed a light blue, and blue sparkles surrounded his form, which for a couple seconds shone with a bright blue hue.
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Reyna Dyre
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Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 21
Physical Description: Reyna Dyre is tall, with a slender ivory figure. She has long white locks that flow down her back and bangs that cover her eyes, thus her eye color is undetermined. Her limbs are long and slender, feet and hands small and dainty.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a simple white gown, that was given to her upon entering Eden. She carries nothing with her, having had everything taken by Castiel, an angel with the desire to dominate his fellow angels.
Player's online availability : All the time
Registered: Nov 12, 2015 10:18:15 GMT -8
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Post by Reyna Dyre on Nov 12, 2015 11:57:56 GMT -8
"I don't think you can ... heal me. At least, not in the way I need healed. I lost my wings...well, had them ripped off." A thought suddenly struck her, a thought in which she'd hadn't known would surface. It seemed appropriate to ask, as she was most likely going to spend a great deal of time here...wherever she'd landed. "Would you...mind telling me where I am? I really don't have any idea..."
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Post by Karath Durson on Nov 12, 2015 12:01:32 GMT -8
"Lost your wings?--Uh.. I mean, you're in Isra. It's a very big city-state. I'm new here myself. There's supposed to be lots of opportunity to make a living here, some quick money."
(brb.)
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Reyna Dyre
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Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 21
Physical Description: Reyna Dyre is tall, with a slender ivory figure. She has long white locks that flow down her back and bangs that cover her eyes, thus her eye color is undetermined. Her limbs are long and slender, feet and hands small and dainty.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a simple white gown, that was given to her upon entering Eden. She carries nothing with her, having had everything taken by Castiel, an angel with the desire to dominate his fellow angels.
Player's online availability : All the time
Registered: Nov 12, 2015 10:18:15 GMT -8
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Post by Reyna Dyre on Nov 12, 2015 12:06:35 GMT -8
"Money? Oh, right...!" Stupid girl. "Money is something I don't really have, so I...I suppose this is a good place." She tilted her head to the right, as she often did when curious about something. "Haven't you ever heard of people losing their wings before? It happens sometimes, where...I fe- I mean, come from."
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