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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 16:11:35 GMT -8
The older woman blushed as Robert kissed her on the forehead, and cleared her throat to get a hold of herself.
"Sleep well, Mayor," she said, and she shut the door behind her. She chuckled as soon as she was back in the hallway again, muttering something beneath her breath about twenty years younger and tulips, and moved to make sure that the Gray Warrior's room was as equally prepared.
A part of her wanted to listen in at Neferet's door, but she knew she wouldn't be able to hear anything of importance, and even more so, she knew that Neferet would know, if only because Rasha herself wasn't very good at keeping secrets.
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Robert Fletcher
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Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376 
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 15, 2015 16:42:08 GMT -8
Robert chuckles, then warms up the bath. After evicting his rather damp peacock from the tub, he undresses and gets in himself.
"Ahh..."
After the bath, he goes to sleep. He'll sleep late, unless someone wakes him up.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 17:59:59 GMT -8
Robert was allowed to wake up when he felt ready to. Breakfast was prepared for him and Bennik, and fresh clothing set out for his travels.
Rasha was awake, but she was somewhat busy as she was preparing extra food to give to the families that now had no patriarchs to protect or feed them in Gaiaton due to the undue amount of kills. She was also pale-faced.
"More attacks," she said quietly to Robert. "They took three last night. The Ancient Kings will kill us all," she continued, and made a sign of protection over herself, and over Robert, and after a minute beat of hesitation, over Bennik as well.
"Neferet is at her office in the Business District. It's safe to walk among Gaiaton in the day." She informed Robert. "For now," she muttered quietly as she walked away.
[Exit to the Business District.]
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 15, 2015 18:01:57 GMT -8
"That many? Oh my..."
Robert sighs as he eats his breakfast.
"I'll have to send for Roxanne. She'll know what to do. Oh, I hope nothing bad happens to her."
He writes a letter to his cousin as he drinks his tea, then heads out to the business district to look for Neferet. He'll drop the letter off at the post office there.
[Exits]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2015 11:00:05 GMT -8
Rasha, who had been watching, held her breath during the exchange and released it quietly once the door had shut with a soft click. She turned to look at Krypt and for a moment seemed to be judging his worth.
Then she sniffed, clasping her hands in front of her. She was a little cooler with Krypt as she didn't know him as well as Robert (AND Robert had given her flowers), but she was still friendly and felt a need to mother Krypt the same way she felt with most that came in and passed her "inspection."
"You didn't eat," she told him. "Do you not like my cooking?"
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Kinzokan Krypt
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Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 16, 2015 14:08:48 GMT -8
"I have a strict diet," he explained to Rasha, giving her a glance to try and figure out exactly what it was she wanted. "Can I help you? I have preparations to make, so unfortunately I do not have time to speak."
He was brief and to the point. After having his prophecy told to him and leaving the oracle to her bed, he suddenly felt no great thirst for further thinking. He, after all, had a lot to think about and was eager to get to it. First among them, however, was how he was going to track down the murdering beasts and kill him.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2015 18:38:06 GMT -8
Rasha scoffs. Scoffs!
"As you wish," Rasha said as she led him down the halls. She glanced over her shoulder at the large, gray-skinned man. She was expecting him to be perturbed or annoyed or elated; SOME sort of reaction to having had his future told, but he seemed just as stoic as when she had first seen him.
"I could cook for your special diet, you know," Rasha felt the need to tell him. "If you're supposed to rest up, then I'm sure you're supposed to eat, and you didn't eat anything at dinner-- which was DELICIOUS, by the way--" tutted the motherly housekeeper, "but you'll need your strength."
She paused at a door -- his door and turned around to look at him, plopping her hands on her hips. "So go on. Tell Rasha what it is you can eat, and I will fix it for you."
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Kinzokan Krypt
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Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 16, 2015 18:58:45 GMT -8
Krypt followed Rasha to where she stopped at the door, then shrugged his shoulders. "I can eat cooked meat and small amounts of plant roots and vegetables. As for liquid, I'm not sure, though I have no taste for anything aside from water and do know that sugar does not agree with me."
He rubbed at his arm, trying to idly pass the time. It was extremely strange to be around an elder, for most people died long before they reached her age where he came from.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2015 19:09:43 GMT -8
Rasha scoffed all over again. "Child!" she said and had to look away in exasperation. "I COOKED meat and vegetables for dinner tonight! The fruit was part of a dessert!"
She shook her head and tut-tutted as she brought him into his room that was set up much the same way as Robert's had been, with one room for receiving friends, and a small staircase that led into another room that was a simple, wide bed, the walls painted in beautiful images, and holes carved out of the stone where candles flickered.
"I will bring you food to eat. Meat, root vegetables, and water. No sweets."
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Kinzokan Krypt
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Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 16, 2015 20:30:34 GMT -8
"Perhaps tomorrow," he told Rasha, with a slight rub of his eyes. "It's too late to eat now, wouldn't you agree? I try not to eat before bed, or I risk losing my physique." He started to agree that his aversion to her food was starting to become almost comical, but he did not genuinely mean for it to be so. Still, he wouldn't linger on it, and instead take off his boots and put his cloak neatly upon any nearby hook-like object he could find.
"Thank you for the room. I'll see you tomorrow, perhaps."
With that, he moved off up the staircase towards the room with the bed. His plan, unless interrupted, was to fall fast to sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2015 7:07:13 GMT -8
"Oh," Rasha said, as if genuinely not even realizing the time, so focused was she on getting this young man to eat her food. He mentioned his physique and she looked at it, then blushed hotly in her cheeks. The woman was pretty now, but clearly aged, with crows feet at her eyes to suggest that she smiled often, but it was easy to see that when she was younger, she had been quite a looker.
"Right, yes, your physique." She looked away, and cleared her throat. "In the morning then," she gave a terse, business-like nod to cover up her blushing-girl reaction and turned away before turning back and holding out her hand. "Give me your clothes, Gray Warrior. I'll launder them so they don't stink of the sweat they do." There now, she felt more in control.
One he passed over the clothes, she left him for the night, and in the morning he'd find them cleaned, dried, and folded in a neat pile along with another set of clothes more comfortable to the Gaiaton weather set beside and chosen to match the tailoring of his own.
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 17, 2015 23:55:29 GMT -8
((Sorry for the long wait, I had was kinda busy yesterday. :( ))
Krypt sighed at her reaction, but knew such things were an inevitability when an individual worked as unimaginably hard as he did. "Thank you," he told Rasha, as he handed her his clothes, himself not shy at all about any nakedness.
When she left, he would go to his bed and sleep through until before the crack of dawn. It would still be dark and no doubt hot, but even so he would go to the floor of his room and set about attending to his personal muscular exercises in order to keep his shape in as top a form as he could.
If, by the time he finished, no-one had yet called him, he would return to sleep in the frontal room until that fact changed. The bed was comfortable, but perhaps too comfortable and certainly warm. He felt much better resting in the more open area at the bottom of the stairs.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2015 11:12:33 GMT -8
Rasha was shocked to find him awake when she came into his rooms while it was only barely light in the sky to give him clothes and the extra pair. She walked in and saw him doing his exercises naked and almost dropped her clothing.
"Oh! I am so sorry, I didn't even realize--" she went forward and laid them on one of the larger, round tables in the sitting area. "You're just like Neferet, rising early to exercise," she admonished, as if she could never think of doing such a thing just to do it.
"Shall I bring your breakfast to you?" Rasha asked, keeping a hand over her eyes and looking down.
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Kinzokan Krypt
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Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 18, 2015 14:33:01 GMT -8
The man slowly rose, letting out another sigh and beginning to dress himself in the provided clothes. "I understand women find me attractive, but aren't you a little too old to be thinking about such things?" He asked, eyes glancing at her slightly. "Well. You're not THAT old, but even so I would have thought at your age you would be more of a motherly figure than a blushing housewife."
As he finished dressing, he nodded. "I won't trouble you for breakfast. Preparing meat at this time in the morning must be nothing but trouble, but I would like a large pitcher of water, if it pleases you."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2015 15:24:43 GMT -8
Rasha was displeased with the way Krypt spoke to her, but she still kept a hand over her eyes and her own gaze on the floor. Her blush was even warmer now, a pinprick of anger on it. Of course, Krypt couldn't know that she'd spent most of her life as a slave to a priestess, where she served only women before she came across Neferet years ago. Rasha was as much a virgin as Neferet was, and she'd never been a mother, and she'd never been a wife.
"If only you exercised your manners as much as your muscles," Rasha snapped, clearly hurt by his words with stung pride. She didn't answer his request for meat or drink, and instead turn and closed the door.
A few minutes later, she came back. The meat was cold-cut style, but it was nonetheless delicious, and she had raw vegetables arranged on the platter. There was a mountain of meat, and a large, decorated jug of water. She set it on the table, refused to look at him, and shut the door with a final CLICK behind her once again.
Akbar, who was traveling down that same hallway, paused when he saw Rasha's face. He reached out, then stopped himself and dropped his hand from touching Rasha. Akbar and Rasha were of a similar age, and anyone that even looked at them could see that care Akbar had for Rasha, and Rasha too oblivious to even notice it.
"Rasha?" rumbled Akbar's deep voice. "Is everything alright?"
Rasha waved a hand. "Men are inconsiderate and oblivious," she snapped and walked past him to finish her chores for the morning, leaving Akbar to stare after her.
"Rasha?
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Dame Oleanna D'Ignis
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Bloody politicians.
Roleplay posts: 96 
Age: None of your damn business.
Physical Description: At 6' even, Oleanna is tall for an elven women. She wears heavy plate armor, most of the time. Underneath she has a lithe, toned body, with moderate curves.
She likes to keep her helmet on, as most find her face off putting. Her most noticeable feature is a scar, that begins just above her left eyebrow. It runs straight down her face, directly over her eye, and stops at her jaw line. Her left eye is a milky grey color, and it is surrounded by a stylized tattoo of a black sun. If it wasn't for the scar, Oleanna's face would be a mask of flawless elven beauty. She has a delicate jaw, dainty chin, full lips, high cheek bones, and her right eyes is a vibrant green. Her skin is alabaster in tone, and glows with health. Her vibrant red hair is kept in a short military cut, leaving her knife like ears visible.
She has a reputation among other wandering knights as being exceptionally fierce. She wields primarily wields sword and fire magic in combat. She can also use ice magic having advanced fair enough in her art to understand she can manipulate heat not just create fire. She rarely turns down jobs even if the pay is poor. She lead her own group of female mercenaries called the Crimson Ladies which she disbanded a few years ago. She has won quite a few tournaments and slain many powerful beasts in her time. She has traveled all over the world and can survive most any where either by living off the land or living by her sword.
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, tower shield, long sword, water skin, travel rations, War horse, Lance, long bow and quiver, spell book, and the sun tattoo which acts as her magical focus.
Registered: Nov 18, 2015 12:07:10 GMT -8
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Post by Dame Oleanna D'Ignis on Nov 18, 2015 15:28:39 GMT -8
The walk to the mayors house has done little to improve Oleanna's mood. The streets where confusing and there were a lot of stairs. The locals also seemed to be comprised largely of shirtless condescending men. Which meant she had to resist setting fires every time she double checked directions. Finally though she made it to the mayors house. Once at the gate she locates a servant and say's.
"Good day I am Dame D'Ignis I am here to inquire about the position of guard captain. Could you tend to my horse and alert the mayor that I would like to speak to her."
As she speaks she makes a solemn vow to invest in some lighter armor.
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Kinzokan Krypt
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Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 18, 2015 15:39:15 GMT -8
Krysis found himself perplexed when accused of bad manners, and found himself pondering what she meant by it as she left. Perhaps it was the 'old' comment? Could it surely be something as small as that? Was she sensitive about her own sexual appeal?
When she finally returned with the meat, he raised a brow in surprise and thanked her with a slight bow of his head. "I didn't mean to offend when commenting about your age, but I cannot help but notice when a woman finds me appealing in.. Certain ways. If it makes you feel any better, I think you're rather attractive and would quite happily bed you."
Still, it seemed she was intent on leaving, so simply sighed, sat down, and began to eat the breakfast that had been offered to him. Meanwhile, his thoughts were on how he would accomplish the task he had promised to do.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2015 15:39:43 GMT -8
TO DAME OLEANNA:
Horses are a rare enough sight in Gaiaton. Neither the environment nor the cities supported a lifestyle that would require these creatures, so many stared at Oleanna as she truged through the city with an unseemly beast of burden and full plate armor. Locals whispered, but they smiled to her, and most were very kind, speaking to her in a language she would understand as she made her way up to the Mayor's Mansion.
Unfortunately, due to the time of day, Neferet would not even be within residence! Oleanna spoke to a common servant who blinked at the horse. "Ah... wait just a moment," the servant said in accented Common to Oleanna.
She left, and returned with Rasha, a fifty-something woman who was dressed in the jungle way and still had a prettiness about her despite her experience in years. She bowed her dark head, peppered with white, to Oleanna.
"My name is Rasha. I understand you are here about the Captain of the Guard's position. Neferet is not in Residence. The Beasts attacked last night, and she is organizing curfew and caring for the welfare of the deceased families. However, should you like to come inside and freshen up, I will have a servant lead you to the Golden Leopard, where she will be dining before attending tonight's Memorial Services."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2015 15:45:18 GMT -8
TO KRYPT:
His words only served to fluster Rasha more. She was blushing like a school girl, and even fumbled when she set the jug of water down. The woman was also at a complete loss of words. No one had ever told her before that they wanted to bed her. At least, never so blatantly, and never such a stranger!
She left the room without a word, and had her little run in with Akbar. Akbar had been the de-facto "captain of the guard" since the beasts were truly seen as a threat, so his duties had kept him mostly within Gaiaton.
Krypt would be unbothered for the rest of the day as long as he stayed in his room.
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Dame Oleanna D'Ignis
Committed
Bloody politicians.
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: None of your damn business.
Physical Description: At 6' even, Oleanna is tall for an elven women. She wears heavy plate armor, most of the time. Underneath she has a lithe, toned body, with moderate curves.
She likes to keep her helmet on, as most find her face off putting. Her most noticeable feature is a scar, that begins just above her left eyebrow. It runs straight down her face, directly over her eye, and stops at her jaw line. Her left eye is a milky grey color, and it is surrounded by a stylized tattoo of a black sun. If it wasn't for the scar, Oleanna's face would be a mask of flawless elven beauty. She has a delicate jaw, dainty chin, full lips, high cheek bones, and her right eyes is a vibrant green. Her skin is alabaster in tone, and glows with health. Her vibrant red hair is kept in a short military cut, leaving her knife like ears visible.
She has a reputation among other wandering knights as being exceptionally fierce. She wields primarily wields sword and fire magic in combat. She can also use ice magic having advanced fair enough in her art to understand she can manipulate heat not just create fire. She rarely turns down jobs even if the pay is poor. She lead her own group of female mercenaries called the Crimson Ladies which she disbanded a few years ago. She has won quite a few tournaments and slain many powerful beasts in her time. She has traveled all over the world and can survive most any where either by living off the land or living by her sword.
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, tower shield, long sword, water skin, travel rations, War horse, Lance, long bow and quiver, spell book, and the sun tattoo which acts as her magical focus.
Registered: Nov 18, 2015 12:07:10 GMT -8
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Post by Dame Oleanna D'Ignis on Nov 18, 2015 16:05:47 GMT -8
Oleanna nods in sympathy at the first words Rasha says. Then she says with as much sympathy as she can put in her voice giving her current state of mind.
"You have my condolences for the tragedy that has struck your people. Even if I do not get the position I want I will offer my assistance in dealing with the threat."
Then strangling a sigh of annoyance says.
"If that is the best time to speak to the mayor then I will do as you suggest. Suppose I'll have to take my armor off, damn it."
Oleanna hated taking her armor off especially her helmet. Whenever she I'd people always stared and said stupid things like. "Oh dear what happened to your beautiful face." Sombody tried to cut her eye out what the hell did they think the answer would be. With as much forces civility as she can manage Oleanna days to Rasha.
"Sorry if I sound cross it's been a long day. And it sounds like it's going to be a long night. Please lead the way."
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