Almorlin Da'Lael
New
Can be found overseeing The Garrison for the Vallon Gang
Roleplay posts: 4 
Age: 27
Physical Description: Just over 5'5"
White hair down to her shoulders
Reddish-brown eyes, surrounded by the dark skin of her people
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Clothes and Equipment: Her normal attire usually consists of clothing any civillian would wear. Simple, cheap clothes hide daggers and other blades from would be attackers.
On her hip dangles a rapier, set in the hilt is a blue gem
Slung across her back is a compact crossbow
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Registered: Dec 6, 2017 19:06:52 GMT -8
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Post by Almorlin Da'Lael on Jun 19, 2018 13:52:46 GMT -8
"Everything is as it should be, Mr. Vallon." Almorlin gave him a sidelong glance, then fixed her eyes straight. She was unsure why he even needed her for these errands, and doubted he was up to any good. Her gloved hand fell over the hilt of the rapier as the walked down the street, her discomfort in this foreign city was obvious. What was more obvious, was the sneer she held while looking at the occupants.
"The library, you mentioned. I doubt the citizens are smart enough to read."
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114 
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Jun 26, 2018 20:08:50 GMT -8
The early morning in the capital proved quite warm, though that was hardly surprising considering it was the height of summer, and that the buildings of the city prevented much movement of air. Still, it offered no comfort to the man walking down the empty street as he ate a quick breakfast pastry. The sun was barely peaking above the horizon, yet sweat was already trickling down his spine, finding its way into all his pores since he woke up that morning in his cramped little apartment.
After several minutes of walking, the man finally reached his destination: a two story brick building some blocks off the town square. Large doors, big enough to fit a team of horses and wagon through them, were open, trying to get any source of air moving through the building. Behind the building, the man could hear the snorting of pegasuses as they swatted away horseflies with their tails, and the scraping of shovels as stall pickers went about their jobs.
The men and women on duty were already awake, washing down the red wagons until they shined, trying to get their work done before the heat of the day. Walking past them, they greeted him with a, "Morning Captain Decker," and Montag returned their greeting with his own. Walking through the bay, Montag entered the main building through a side door. The clanking of dishes could be heard as firefighters on kitchen patrol prepared the morning meal for the crews. Stepping into the kitchen, he poured himself a quick cup of mint tea, adding a dash of honey to sweeten the brew.
Just another day at Fire Station 2 he thought, as he took his first small sip of tea, watching as the cooks flipped pancakes into the air, trying to out-do each other with their tricks. He shook his head at their shenanigans, but didn't criticize them for the possibilities of accidents. A firefighter needed to find enjoyment in doing the little things while on the job, otherwise they would go mad.
Leaving the kitchen, Montag climbed the spiraling staircase to the second floor, which held the offices and barracks of the crews. His was on the first on the right, and he quickly sat down, and began reviewing dispatches that came through the night.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Jun 27, 2018 5:02:03 GMT -8
Kaelie took a deep breath of the clean unpolluted air as she danced through the thick wood. She rejoiced in the steaming air, the chirps of the birds around her, the thrumming of life surrounding her completely, nearly suffocating her in it’s all encompassing nature. She rested against a tree trunk, her eyes closed blissfully as she felt the heartbeat of the tree pulsing against her back.
Being the spirit of a Juniper tree that burned down from a forest fire, she had been teased quite a bit for her relish of life, but she cared not. It made more sense to her, being struck down to relish in the life that followed around her. Beautiful. Colorful. Vibrant. Like the fires that flowed through her veins. That was her duty, to burn away the old, letting the new and young burst from the ash to start anew.
She hummed as she pushed away from the tree looking up and wandering further. This forest was much too young though, it was not time to start the cycle anew. No she wouldn’t be burning just yet, another place-
CRACK-THUD
Kaelie froze in her step as the birds that had been singing sweetly burst into a cacophony of noise. The forest seemed to darken and a chilling wind swept through the wood. Kaelie gasped as the wind was knocked from her lungs feeling the forest cry out in pain.
It was under attack?
But.. by what? As her mind spun with panic and pain, Kaelie ran as fast as her legs could carry her to the forests’ edge. Where she could hear- feel- her brethren were dying. Things past in a blur as she sprinted till she caught herself against a tree and looked out only to stand agape in abject.
Humans.
What else could it have been? No other species as terrible and immoral existed. She felt her blood begin to boil as she watched another tree fall at the hands of the lumber crew. No. Her comrades may have run at this scene-retreated deeper into the forest and gave land. But no. This was her forest. She would not let them destroy her home. If they wanted to play at destroying domains... two could play at that game. She set her sights on the ugly tumor on the horizon known as the City of Isra. She set her feet alight and went right to the den of evil.
She would burn it all down and bring life to the plains again as was her duty.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Jun 27, 2018 20:24:49 GMT -8
Decker took another quick sip of tea as he disdainfully flipped through the file in his left hand, reading about the calls from the previous night. Another false alarm at the Enclave. Apparently the student didn't let the staff know that they were keeping a dragon in their quarters, and someone saw the smoke when it... "exhaled air". We really ought to find some way to cut down on those false calls. All it does is lowers morale.
A knocking on the door broke the captain from his thoughts. "Come in," he said, not surprised to see an aged man enter through the opened door. He walked with a hobble, which he earned by falling through the floor of a burning building when trying to save a person's cat. Now, he spent most his days in front of Montag's desk, playing checkers or chess with the Chief in between calls.
Carrying the board under his arm, he asked in a gruff voice akin to a smoker's rasp, "What's it today Chief? The game of kings, or the game of kings?" he followed with a harsh chuckle that grated on the ears. Clearing some space on his desk, which seemed harder and harder to come by due to the ever piling paper of bureaucracy, Montag answered sarcastically, his own voice mostly clear and deep, though the beginnings of the rasp that infected most firefighters was creeping in, "The game of kings sounds good to me."
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Jun 28, 2018 4:59:16 GMT -8
Kaelie sighed softly as she finally, finally, touched down once more at the gates of the human city. The journey, even as a wisp, had taken more than two days. Tired though she was, there was little to stop her from her mission. Once her mind was set, there was little anything anyone could do to dissuade her.
She sighed as she cracked her achy bones, stretching as she walked further into the city. She shuddered as the scent of “human progress” filled her nose. Not only an eyesore, but it was filthy as well! What more could she expect from humans though, really?
She sighed softly though as she looked around at the old wooden buildings rising above her. Long dead, but still, the bodies of her brothers and sisters mutilated beyond recognition of their former glory. And that set her heart aflame once more with righteous anger.
“I will free you from this prison brethren. I promise.” She said softly, resting her hand then her forehead against the nearest building to her. She took a breath before she began to sing, her fire beginning to lick up her body and wrap around her, spreading and catching like the Wyld fyre it was.
“Losgadh, losgadh slighe a dhèanamh don òganach. Losgadh, losgadh, till don talamh. Losgadh, losgadh thig còmhla rium.”
(Trans: Burn, burn return to the earth. Burn, burn make way for the young. Burn, burn come lay with me.)
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Jul 10, 2018 19:46:16 GMT -8
Two moves in, and Montag was already losing. Well, he couldn't quite tell it now, but he had a gut feeling that moving the pawn was a bad move, judging by the twinkle in the eye of the older man. He leaned back in the chair, preparing for the thrashing.
"ALERT! ALERT!" came the call through the brass pipes serving as communications for the station, "FIRE DETECTED ON EMPRESS STREET! ENGINE ONE TO RESPOND!"
Jumping from the chair, Montag didn't bother to say that they would continue the game later. The aged man knew the drill. Running to the end of the hall, Montag was joined by other firefighters, forming a line to slide down the brass pole to the engine room. The room was a flurry of activity, as people moved out of the way of the wagon as teams of Pegasuses were brought forward and harnessed. The firefighters called pulled on their fireproof coveralls and coats, slipping on their heavy gloves before pulling on their helmets.
Pulling on his coat, Montag was immediately covered in another layer of sticky sweat with the added weight. Feeling even more miserable than before, he knew it was going to be a long day. Pulling on his red helmet, Montag took his position next to the driver. With a flick of their wrists, the driver brought the Pegasuses to a trot as they turned onto the street, and into a run as they began to gain altitude with each flap of their powerful wings, soon being airborne.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Jul 11, 2018 4:58:50 GMT -8
Kaelie smiled brightly as she raced up the side of the fourth building from the one she had started, the blaze of the other three buildings eager to join and spread to this structure. She sighed pleased as she came to stop on the roof, fire licking at her heels as she danced along.
This truly was child's play. If she had brought her sisters with her, they could have easily erased this scar from the earth within the day. She could hear the cries of the wooden frames of the buildings and she took a moment to savor them. It was almost as if they were the voices of the long dead trees, thanking her for releasing them from her prison. And she was more than happy to help.
She continued to dance around the roof of the building , whipping the flames up into fury before she sighed contently and sat at the front bow of the building watching the humans scramble out of their homes like ants, panicking as if she had kicked over their mounds.
With another contented sigh she decided to let her fire do the work, and take a brief rest before moving on to the rest of the city. There was really no rush, and her fire would spread naturally now that it was firmly ablaze. With those warm thoughts in her mind she laid back with a sigh to enjoy the sensation of her fire licking her arms.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Jul 19, 2018 18:15:00 GMT -8
"There, put down now," ordered Montag to the driver, raising his voice to be heard above the wind rushing past his ears. The smoke from the blazes was clearly evident from the air, making their job all that much easier. Turning in the air, the driver coaxed the pegasus team parallel with the chaotic street below, as people ran out from the houses and onto the street. Descending altitude quickly, the driver pulled back hard on the reins to slow the teams so the engine wouldn't roll when it hit the ground.
The wagon first made contact with the ground for a brief second, bouncing up with the collision. The driver lowered the wagon again, this time the wheels holding to the ground. As the team of pegasuses galloped down the street, Montag rang a bell attached to wagon next to him to disperse the crowd ahead. The crowd ran to the side of the street not filled with flames, watching with curiosity as the wagon flew past.
Rolling up in front of the burning houses, the crew jumped to work. Wizards with wands and staffs starting muttering spells and waving their instruments in a circular motion as water poured out from them over the burning houses. Montag left the main work to his crew mates, and turned to the crowd. He needed to know how the blaze was started to see if an official inquiry would need to be made.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Jul 20, 2018 10:31:17 GMT -8
The hiss and sizzle of her flames was what woke Kaelie from her light doze. She frowned as her eyes lazily opened and she slowly sat up, yawning and stretching. There was no way her fire was going out so soon, yes it spread quickly but there was no way the buildings would be crumpling to ash just yet.
She rubbed at her eyes to clear them of sleep before she leaned out to check on her work. What met her eyes set her blood a-boil once more.
Humans! Filthy little humans who dared to extinguish her ravenous righteous flames. How dare they stop her from freeing her brethren from their prisons.
Kaelie jumped to her feet once more, her flames surging up around her in a mighty flare, spreading to the buildings around her. Her eyes locked on the cart that had not been there moments before and leaning down, gathering her flames in her hand as if she was picking up a stone to skip across a vast lake, she hurled her fire ball down to the engine below catching.
"What's just is just! What you take, the forest will take back! How dare you interfere!" Kaelie boomed from her perch on top of the building, hatred scrawled across her features as her flames descended on the engine.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Jul 25, 2018 19:02:34 GMT -8
Montag barely had time to register he was being shouted at before the flames nearly engulfed him and the crowd he was approaching. He threw himself away from the cart, landing amidst the group of people he was approaching. The engine was quickly consumed by the unnatural flames, pausing the actions of the firefighters as they watched with open mouthed confusion. The pegasuses managed to break free from the engine as the blaze ate its way through the reins, but the driver was not nearly as lucky.
He backed away from the engine, turning in a macabre dance as he attempted to smother the flames that consumed his coat. Montag quickly got up, and turned his cedar wand on the driver. With a quick mutter, a blast of water consumed the driver, dousing him in a cone of water.
Diverting his attention for a second, he turned to the crowd, "GET THE GUARDS!"
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Jul 26, 2018 19:33:54 GMT -8
Kaelie's temper only rose as her eyes followed the cone of water from her hissing flames, back to the detestable human that was shouting to the rest of the lot. He thought he could fight against the natural order of things did he? She'd make an example out of him for the rest of humanity to know, they had made a folly in disturbing the natural world.
With a great cry of rage did her flames surge up around her, hungrily crawling up her limbs and torso to envelop her completely. The fire surged and roared about her like a wild suit of armor and without a moment's hesitation, she launched herself like a arrow loosed from a recurve bow at the man. She was intent upon tackling him through to the next building and then using his body as kindling to burn the next buildings. A fitting end to a water spout.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Aug 3, 2018 19:04:37 GMT -8
The scream from the crowd was what told Montag that something was even more amiss than him having to put out a compatriot because some fire happy harlot decided to set him alight. Usually people are happy that we're putting out fires. Seems to be a bit of an off day...
He barely managed to turn and register what was flinging itself at him, let alone have enough time to raise his wand and try to propel the gathering and rapidly approaching ball of flame towards him. As flame made contact with his coat, a loud thud of fabric and coursing power crashed against his body, knocking the air out of his body with an, "Oof."
Crumpling with the force, he was carried limply with the ball of flame into the wall of the building, and through into the rapidly charring living room, his body serving as a battering ram through the wooden siding. Montag lost consciousness for a second from the whiplash as he made contact with the inner wall of the living room, the shock and adrenaline hiding the immense coursing of red hot pain that was beginning to spread through his back.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Aug 4, 2018 13:02:21 GMT -8
The shock of impact also jarred Kaelie, and she laid against Montag's chest for a bit before she regained her bearings and hurriedly sat up again. She was straddling Montag as the flames that had enveloped her dispersed, eagerly spreading throughout the house that they had broken into.
"Tch, that hurt more than I was expecting..." She muttered as she rubbed her shoulder that had taken the brunt of the impact before she looked down at the unfortunate soul she'd sentenced to burning for humanities' crimes. Her eyes actually widened a bit as she took in the human man she sat astride. Hair black like soot and eyes grey like ash... Truly she couldn't have chosen a better candidate.
"Aw... it was hard to tell from above, but you're a pretty one.... Such a shame..." She murmured as she reached down, her smoldering hands rubbing along his jaw as she thought of what to do as the fire around them raged. To just burn him away to nothing would be a waste...She straightened up after a moment as an idea came to her and she bent over, closer to his face. "I know what I'll do pretty one. I'll keep your soul after you've become my kindling.... What is your name,my little water witch?" She said with a bright grin, green eyes swirling intoxicatingly as she stared into his eyes.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Aug 4, 2018 15:52:20 GMT -8
The first sensation through Montag's waking mind was pain, emanating from what felt like every muscle, tendon, and bone in his back. Probably because it was coming from every muscle, tendon, and bone in his back. The pain was quite quickly followed by extreme heat spreading throughout his entire body, not surprising considering his environment, but what was odd was that it was especially hot around his jawline.
Opening his eyes to see what was causing the excessive heat, he was greeted by a world of shimmering and refracting red and orange lights, dancing and swirling through his vision. His helmet had saved his skull from being caved in by the exterior wall, but it did not prevent the inevitable concussion from the force of impact. A sensation of nausea distracted him even further from the source of the heat on his face, and the words of the ball of flame.
His thought process slowed from the pain and impact, it only began to dawn on him that he needed to get out of here. He was in the exact wrong place at the exact wrong time. But he was pinned underneath... he didn't even know, his vision was still swimming, and the ringing in his ears made all other sounds impossible.
A distinct sensation of being completely out of control of his actions overcame him, the muscles and tendons seeming to take rely purely on memories it had done in the past. His right hand gripped firmly onto the thin, almost delicate piece of cedar wood in his hand, the forearm raising up slightly to point the end at the ball of flame, the muscles that controlled his lip contorting as it fumbled the motions of a word, his diaphragm pushing out the last bit of oxygen, pushing out the barely perceptible sound above the crackling of the house, "Aard".
In an instant, a blast of telekinetic force erupted from the tip of the wand, into the side of the ball of flame.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Aug 4, 2018 16:15:15 GMT -8
The first emotion Kaelie felt was confusion. 'Aard' was a very strange name, even for a human. And the name really didn't hold the weight a
name should. She was just beginning to think that perhaps she had brought him down too hard and he had lost all ability to speak or even remember who he was when the next emotion hit. Something new that she had never quite encountered.
Pain. Sharp physical, real, pain.
Pain exploded in her right side as she was blindsided with a force that she could not identify and she was thrown into the wall to the left of her. She let out a gasp as her head smacked into the brick wall and the last thing she could feel was shock as she fell to the ground limply. The flames that had enveloped her body quieted and slowly died out with a sizzle as she lost consciousness. In tandem, the flames that had seemed impossible to fight and extinguish in the first houses she had set alight died down as the connection to their master was severed.
Said perpetrator laid unconscious and unmoving at the base of the brick wall, looking very small now. Especially with the small trickle of silver hued blood that dripped from her forehead.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Aug 6, 2018 18:48:49 GMT -8
The first thing that Montag did when he found his chest free was to turn over onto his hands and knees, and vomit out the small pastry he had for breakfast. His vision was spinning at a dizzying rate, no doubt because of the impact. After several too long seconds of retching, he rolled back onto his spine, and nearly cried out in pain. It seemed there was nothing he could do to stop the throbbing, red hot pain all over his body, nearly curling him into a ball.
For several long moments, it took all he had to simply breath in slowly, and letting out it in the same rhythm. Breath by breath, heartbeat by heartbeat, Montag began to uncurl, to regain some form of motor function, some control over his bashed brain and searing spine. Finally, he managed to stretch out to his full length, and turn onto his hands and knees, and to work his way to a swaying, unsteady standing position, turning slightly to survey the rather odd position he was in, that the world was no longer consumed by flames, though it was still rather charred.
That's when he noticed the unconscious form on the floor, the thin sliver of silver trailing down her head. As he stumbled towards her, to check if she was still breathing, his foggy mind attempted its best to figure if she was still alive, and if she needed medical care. She wasn't burnt any, so she couldn't have been in the room when the fire started. Kneeling down heavily next to her, he scooped her up in his arms, and felt another groan of pain arch its way through his battered body. He was sure that he was in this much pain sometime in the past, but a moment did not come to mind.
Carrying her out the door in his arms, he was rushed by the other firefighters, not quite sure what had happened, but glad to see their Chief still alive. As he passed the form of the girl to another firefighter, he ordered, "Take her to the guards for questioning." With that, the ringing resumed in his ears, and he collapsed.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Aug 27, 2018 4:25:44 GMT -8
[Entrance: The Midnight Sun] A little late did not seem the appropriate term for his time of arrival. Before she would dismount she would toss his bag of coins back to him. His rations were settled behind her in a pack that had simply been allowed to rest on the bottom of the horse. Swinging her left leg over she slid down from the height landing lightly upon the dirt beneath her. Bending her knees to smooth out the impact she’d reach back in order to grasp it and held it out in his general direction. “You are late,” she informed him without mincing words beyond that. “Have you traveled thus far without a steed upon which to ride?” If his answer was yes she would actually be surprised. To think he would carry his own weight upon the road and he came without a servant. No one had accompanied him down to the gate and considering they were fixing to leave it meant that he did not have one. It painted him in a different light for if he had survived the road thus far, and she assumed he’d probably been accosted more than once, he was somewhat capable. Despite his rather grating personality he was willing to fare things on his own and carry his own weight. Then he opened his big fat mouth again and the small amount of respect that he had garnered by her observations went poof. Disappearing faster than a magician with a rabbit, “I got what you would need for the journey but I assumed you would not be without a mount.” |
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Aug 27, 2018 9:56:08 GMT -8
Vithkun looked up at the sun.
"I suppose you could say that." he said sounding rather disinterested in Myra's obsession with these finer details. Vithkun would grab hold of the sack of coins and to his surprise immediately see that she had used only a few of them. "Why didn't you use more?" he asked surprised. "Seeing your saddle and your gear you could easily have. You haven't just bought me stones have you?" he asked rather sarcastically while rummaging around in the sack she had put his stuff in. For some reason Vithkun was feeling less spiteful and quite eager to head out and finally be on his way though. The closer he came to the jewel, the closer he came to home.
But she seemed to have bought a lot of sensible stuff and for some reason, even using so little coin, she had stretched it rather far.
"You didn't steal it, did you?" he asked her and gave her a serious glance. "It's just... there's a lot for so few coins used?" he said and rubbed his chin.
"Without a mount?" Vithkun said as a smug smile curled up. "I am not without a mount." he assured Myra as he extended his index finger, making a few curly moves in the air, a faint blue outline would mark them as elven words and he took a wide stance, crossed his arms and lowered his hips. "Prepare to be awestruck." he said stepping back a couple of feet as suddenly the wind kicked up as torrents of wind started outlining the shape of a horse its back gently lifting Vithkun's body in the hair as a his smile smuggened. The little streams, whirls and torrents of wind would continue to build and you'd start to see contours of the mane, tail and other details, though the horse would by all means be translucent and for those not close it would seem as if he was being carried by absolutely nothing and flying around in a seated position.
The soft whispering of the wind would accompany the horse and a slight breeze would rustle through Vithkun's hair and slightly lift his cape making him look positively stunning even at a standstill.
"I call her Windstrider." he said and gently clapped the airy horse on its mane it being sorta tangible. "I use my inscription magic to assign special properties to things and elements - if you were in doubt." he said self assured. "Mmmh, so comfy and soft." he commented on his seating before looking at her Myra's saddle being genuinely concerned about the thin piece of leather that she had put in place. "You need better than that." he challenged her.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Aug 27, 2018 11:01:23 GMT -8
Prepare to be struck in general, never had she so often had to police the words that wanted so badly to come out of her mouth. She felt them stuck in her throat making it almost rasp when she finally spoke in response to his commenting on the lack of coins she had spent, "I do not steal. If I had wanted to do so I might have used your own coin for my supplies as well. As it were the reason it is but a slight bit lighter is for your own."
Rather miffed at the suggestion that she would steal the disgust was evident the instant that he had spoken the words. Born a street rat and without the parentage that others so boasted she had a life of hardship. Picking pockets as a child she had gotten caught once. The threat upon her hand had been enough to correct her from then on out.
As he conjured his magical horse the wind sweeping downward in order to lift him upright she was a little awestruck. A tempest such as the one he rode were difficult to manage, usually volatile, and belonging to one of the main winds. Summoned by elemental magic it made it chained to his own self but it did not make it obedient. The way it remained in place spoke volumes. Her own horse seemed unbothered by the appearance of the other. It was trained for the sound of war, for charging into pikes without thought, for obedience and a calm manner. It would take much to frighten it away from her. Loyalty was a thing not many possessed in truth and she patted the side of her mare’s neck in a manner of appreciation.
It helped to hide her initial expression as well the edges of her hood hiding the side of her face as she got herself under control. Wishing to so compliment the horse she could not do so without it being seen as a point for its master. Still she was a beautiful thing and she would say such, “To be made of something unable to be seen by normal sight is,” searching for a word she met his face just as he began to be blown by the wind. That changed her last word, “Interesting.”
Then he commented on her saddle. She turned the reins coming about to a walking pace heading out of the gate being short with him when he spoke, “Not all of us require such great measures of comfort your Highness.”
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Aug 27, 2018 13:36:18 GMT -8
"Pfft... I gifted you those coins to use for both of us." he said and waved his hand at what he found to be a silly sentiment. Vithkun enjoyed what looked like genuine appreciation from the drow though she did much to hide it. "You don't have to hide your awe, I am brimming with brilliance so it is only natural for onlookers to bask in it." he said with a smirk. Indeed this was the way he expected people to see him all the time - but some of the more stubborn ones who knew little of elegance would need further convincing and he was pleased that he at least put a dent in her facade.
"Interesting indeed." he said not quite able to comprehend what she had truly meant by her words. Vithkun however quickly deemed the true meaning as being of little consequence as small thinking folks often just opened their mouths as words driveled out with little care to tug them together as to make them mean anything someone of wit would appreciate.
Vithkun would stare at Myra with an unchanged expression. Being called 'highness' would normally make him smirk even wider, but he sensed a little sarcasm to it and could not fully enjoy it at this time.
"Sure you do." he answered abruptly looking at that despicable parody of a saddle. There was no way his efforts in saving her butt yesterday were to become undone by the lack of a proper saddle. "Wait a second." he said as he turned Windstrider around and galloped back into the city in the search of the nearest stable. The initial haste was quickly lessened as he found that no one apparently made saddles of a quality that equaled the elven ones.
"Tsch... Just give me the very best one you have then. I think... it's this big!" Vithkun said and held up hands to visualize what it had to accompany. "Probably... normal size." Vithkun concluded at least before coins changed hands and he quickly rode back to the gate. Assuming she was still waiting for him he would ride over next to her and hand her the saddle. It was made by the finest leather and had ample cushion for long rides.
"Here, mount this instead of that... napkin." he said and twitched ever so slightly with the sight of what she had expected to make the journey with. "I will pack my saddle while you fix this." he said as Windstrider went down on its knees enabling him to step through it without Vithkun having to do unsightly acrobatics like swinging his leg over its back. He would then start to sort the things Myra had just put in a sack and make sure they were fastened properly to Windstrider.
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