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 18:04:40 GMT -8
After eating, Krypt had originally planned to wait until called upon before leaving his room, for he was on the property of someone else and was not sure of his permissions. However, as the minutes went on and the man grew increasingly restless, he eventually chose to do so of his own accord. The day would not last forever, after all, and it seemed that with each new night came more attacks from the beasts he had promised to hunt in exchange for a payment he had already received.
So, dressed and armoured in his usual light, bone-meld attire, the man opened his room door, peered left and right down both sides of the corridor, then took the direction which he was sure would take him back to the main doors.
As he neared the exit to lady Neferet's house, he would seek out one of her house servants and ask: "where should I go to learn more of the beasts and the attacks they are carrying out? Is there an investigation centre, or someone who might know more? If you can give me directions to an actual scene of an attack, or to meet any possible surviving victims, that would be a great help."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2015 21:23:40 GMT -8
Rasha bowed her head to the foreign woman. "I understand. Given Neferet's busy schedule, you have time to refresh. Kiano will take your horse to the nearest stables and make sure it is properly cared for, while you can come inside. I suggest you bathe, then eat, and then perhaps dress in clothing more comfortable to our humid climates."
Typical Rasha, mother-henning people. Still, all of the ideas were sound ones, and if Oleanna took Rasha up on the offer of hospitality, she would be treated very well. The servants WOULD look at her scars, but it was doubtful they would be rude about it.
As for Krypt, a white draped servant would be easy to find, a girl carrying fresh linens to another room. "You will want to speak to Akbar," she told Krypt. "He just left for the Market district. He will be at the Providers Guild Hall. Will you need a guide?"
The servant asked out of assumption. Gaiaton was a scramble of staircases, bridges, and zigzagging alleys and streets, making it its own stone and rock junge of a sorts. It would be confusing to anyone who didn't grow up there.
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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 18, 2015 21:53:53 GMT -8
"No thank you. On my way here, I believe I passed the market you speak of. I appreciate the offer, however," he told the servant girl, before leaving Neferet's home and going to find his horse at the stables. The beast, as magnificent as ever, was primed and ready. However, it was not Krypt's intention to use it as a steed at that moment.
"Good girl," he said, stroking the horse's long snout and taking his spear from the pack strapped by the saddle. Armed with a weapon with a range good for skewering beasts, he turned and left, his intention to head to the market district.
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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.
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Post by Dame Oleanna D'Ignis on Nov 19, 2015 7:18:21 GMT -8
Rasha bowed her head to the foreign woman. "I understand. Given Neferet's busy schedule, you have time to refresh. Kiano will take your horse to the nearest stables and make sure it is properly cared for, while you can come inside. I suggest you bathe, then eat, and then perhaps dress in clothing more comfortable to our humid climates." Typical Rasha, mother-henning people. Still, all of the ideas were sound ones, and if Oleanna took Rasha up on the offer of hospitality, she would be treated very well. The servants WOULD look at her scars, but it was doubtful they would be rude about it. As for Krypt, a white draped servant would be easy to find, a girl carrying fresh linens to another room. "You will want to speak to Akbar," she told Krypt. "He just left for the Market district. He will be at the Providers Guild Hall. Will you need a guide?" The servant asked out of assumption. Gaiaton was a scramble of staircases, bridges, and zigzagging alleys and streets, making it its own stone and rock junge of a sorts. It would be confusing to anyone who didn't grow up there. Oleanna realizes just how inconsiderate it had been to say she was having a bad day. Rasha could have lost someone in last night's attack all Oleanna had done was climb up a mountain in plate. The knight let's out a low groan and say's in a depressed voice. "Oh bugger me I spoke carelessly everyone's having a bad day. Some probably worse than mine." Still the women didn't look the least bit offended so Oleanna took off her helm and gave Rash her best smile. Giving the large scar dominating the left half of her face her best smile was a bit intimidating. Fortunately it did manage to reach her one eye that still had sight so it was friendly enough. She says politely almost all trace of anger gone after her internal chastisement. "I would be delighted to take advantage of your hospitality. I am most grateful for the chance to make myself presentable before meeting the mayor." She would then bathe and change clothing. She is now wearing a light loose fitting white tunic, a pair of brown leggings, and leather boots. The outfit is utilitarian and does little to compliment her figure though that she has a figure worth complimenting is obvious. She still wears her sword this combined with her scar will be enough to stop most people from saying anything. She then waits patiently, or at least as patiently as she can in her rooms waiting to be taken to the Golden Leopard. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2015 21:45:45 GMT -8
Rasha smiled, pleased with Oleanna's ability for compassion. The younger woman seemed brash and hot-headed, but not without kindness and consideration for others.
"Allow me to lead you inside," Rasha said warmly, while Kiano stepped forward to take the horse. The Mayor's stables were very small as there was simply no need for the creatures within the city. The stairs and the stone were no doubt hard on such a steeds legs and knees, especially this high up. Most stables were at the city commons and market district where they had more use and were closer to the road out.
Oleanna was shown to her room, set up much like the others, with a small sitting area with smoothly carved stone walls, and a small staircase that led to a room with a wide and fresh bed at one end a tub at the other. The public bath was for sharing with guests, these small tubs were for convenience. Servant girls filled the tub with water, and Rasha had a set of weather appropriate clothes delivered.
"I will inform you when to go to the Golden Leopard. In the mean time, did you have any questions?" Rasha asked.
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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.
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Post by Dame Oleanna D'Ignis on Nov 20, 2015 4:46:35 GMT -8
Oleanna gives Rasha an aplogetic smile and say's in a kindly tone of voice.
"I actually have a few questions about the attack if you don't mind. I figure if I am going to get this job I should start with my best foot forward. If I can do some planning now I might impress the mayor."
Oleanna waits long enough to get an answer. Assuming it's positive she takes a deep breath and starts talking.
"Do we know what is attacking? Roughly how many creatures are there? What time of day do they most frequently attack? Where do the attacks usually occur? Do they have any preference in their victims? When did the attack start? What is our troop disposition? What's the command line look like? What defenses are being put into place? Can I get a map of the city?"
Her voice takes on a clipped military tone once she starts asking questions. Oleanna exudes an air of confidence and command that says she has done this kind of thing before.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2015 7:14:08 GMT -8
Rasha smiles and bows her black and silver head to Oleanna. "Of course, I will share with you as much as I know. Neferet's body guard, Akbar, will know more, and he will be at the Memorial tonight as well."
When Oleanna's deluge of questions washes over Rasha, her first instinct is a shocked widening of her dark eyes, but then she laughs gently. "I will answer as best I can...
"We do not know what is attacking, specifically, hut I believe there are two of them. The natives of Gaiaiton call them the Demon and the Pitch, for they only attack at night." She paused, "Or perhaps I should say when its dark. They have attacked in the early morning. --And not every night, either. As far as I know, they have only killed men because it is only men who have been working on the road to Gaiaton. As for a map, I'm afraid there isn't one. Gaiaton is such a unique place. It is not built flat, like other cities, but on top of itself. I am not sure how a map would help."
She was out of order with her questions, but the thoughtfulness of her face seemed like she was trying her hardest to answer to the best of her ability. "We have no guard force in Gaiaton. Akbar became a de facto leader of a scrawny group, but after last night's attack... I have no idea how many remain. Neferet has put a curfew on the city, and intends on locking the gates each night."
She looked to Oleanna, "That's as much as I can answer those questions," she said, but she seemed willing to discuss more with the female knight.
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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 20, 2015 8:03:53 GMT -8
Oleanna drums her fingers on her arm rest for a few minutes before responding voice tight with concentration.
"Not a great situation but I've been in worse."
Her brows furrows and she says slowly.
"If it's not too much trouble Rash could you get me some sticks? They should be about 8 inches long and dry enough to break cleanly with some effort. I have idea and they would help if you could please do so."
Assuming Rasha complies and brings her some sticks Oleanna would pull a knife from her boot and begin carving. As she carves she will speak distractidly more to herself then Rasha.
"We don't have enough guards for a proper patrol that means we are going to need a citizen watch. We will need out fighters on standby to act as a strike force. These will be signal sticks break them cleanly and toss him on the ground and they will shot a fireball into the air. I'll colour code them to indicate which level if the city they are being set off in. That will give us height as well as general area. Of course we are going to need to rally volunteers and find good watch points. Somewhere where the sky is clearly visible as well as a large swath of street, but also safe from attack."
The plan is already forming in Oleannas mind there would be risks of course. There were two target and nothing said they had to work independently or separately but without more people she was stuck.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2015 9:17:30 GMT -8
Rasha frowned a little, not at Oleanna's plan, but at trying to think if she had any such sticks in or around the house.
She didn't, of course. And the wood used for the fires was certainly no sticks, and the little brambles used for the braziers were too wispy.
"I don't have any such sticks," Rasha said to Oleanna. When Oleanna began to explain the plan, Rasha also didn't understand what she was saying in the sense that she clearly did not understand the plan. Rasha shook her head.
"I think perhaps you should seek out Akbar in the Market District. He will have more information for you until you can meet with Neferet. Perhaps you will also find the sticks you seek. Would you like me to provide a guide for you?"
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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 20, 2015 10:23:05 GMT -8
Oleanna seems so wrapped up in making plans she doesn't seem to notice Rasha replied. After a few moments she blinks a few times and say's apologetically.
"Sorry what? No sticks hmm."
She pauses again before she finally says.
"No I should probably speak to the mayor before I carve up a hundred potential fire hazards. I have a metal signal stick in my bag I'll use that as an example instead."
She then proceeds to drum her fingers for a few more minutes and say's impatiently.
"Sorry how long till I meet the mayor? All this sitting around while there's a problem to solve is driving me crazy."
Rasha may find this statement amusing since it's been less than an hour since Oleanna got to the house.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2015 19:36:22 GMT -8
"When Neferet returns, you will be the first informed," Rasha said, a small smile on her mouth as she bowed her head and then left Oleanna to her suite of rooms.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2015 19:42:00 GMT -8
It was a few hours later that the serene, dark-haired oracle arrived back at her home. She seemed tired and weary, emotionally so, as she reached up with a sigh to unpin the blue scarf from her dark hair.
Rasha appeared. "Dame Oleanna D'ignis is here on behalf of your captain of the guard position." She gently took the pin and the hair scarf from Neferet, careful that her hand never touched the Oracle's.
"Mm," Neferet said and closed her eyes, dark lashes fanning over her high cheekbones. "My sight seems... scarred." She looked to Rasha for an explanation.
"The dame is as war scarred as all warriors."
"Ah. Please lay out the cerulean silk, Rasha. I will see to the dame."
A gentle knock rapped on Oleanna's door.
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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 20, 2015 20:11:07 GMT -8
Oleanna who had paced for an hour before finally passing out on the sofa jerks awake when there is a knock on the door. Swearing to herself as she tries to un-ruffle her clothing Oleanna yanks the door open and tries and fails not to glare at the person at on other side. Oleanna's glare is quite intimidating her sighted eye narrows but the blind one doesn't instead the tattoo of the sun glows a low red and the scar stands out more. The knight pauses takes a deep breath relaxes her expression and says with a forced smile.
"Sorry for the delay and the grouchiness I was sleeping."
Oleanna examines the woman at the door she was older though still attractive, dressed for the climate, and wearing a few pieces of expensive jewelry. Oleanna steps to the side and indicates that the women should enter.
"Please come in. I assume you are either Mayor Neferet or the person who will take me to her? I am of course Dame Oleanna D'Ignis a pleasure to meet you."
She says this politely now that she has calmed down after being woken up, and then she drops into an at ease stance she learned in the military. Hands clasped behind her back legs shoulder width apart.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2015 8:20:32 GMT -8
When Neferet first laid eyes upon Oleanna, it was in this frustrated whipping of the door. It came as a shock, and Neferet's light brown eyes widened, her full mouth parting a little with a tiny but unheard gasp. Her heart skipped a beat but she was captured by Oleanna's scars.
They were powerful and commanding, and unlike anything Neferet had ever seen before. It only took a moment for Neferet to temper the mild shock in her expression into a softer, gentler smile, the distantly sad one that seemed to be the only one to ever turn the Oracle's lips.
"I understand," Neferet said in her smooth and faintly accented voice, the sound a calming influence due to its warm and velvet nature. "Forgive me for interrupting your well-needed rest. Rasha told me how far you traveled."
Neferet stepped into the room, her hands gently clasped in front of her. She was so practiced at avoiding being touched by others, that one almost missed the one little extra step she took to make sure there was distance. She turned to face Oleanna after the female knight spoke and took her military stance.
"Yes, I am Neferet," the dark-haired woman said to the lighter-haired with a nod of her head. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Dame Oleanna." Neferet purposefully did not use her title, an act of humility that she had learned over the years of her life. She would, of course, always use the titles that people used when introducing themselves. It was a sign of respect.
"I understand that you are interested in being the Captain of the Guard for Gaiaton. Do you bring any other soldiers with you?"
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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 21, 2015 9:02:36 GMT -8
Oleanna flashes Neferet a rueful grin and say's tone wry.
"Much to my chagrin no just me at the moment. Not all of my company were eager at the thought of transferring from mercenary work to guard duty. I gave my women a furlough to make their choice while I went to find out if there was even a choice to be made. If I had known how bad the situation was I would have brought the full company. From what Rasha told me your defenses are anemic and your enemy strong."
Oleannas tone switches to her usual curt professional one.
"However I have already started thinking of ways to make best use of what we have available. Additionally with your permission I'll send a runner to my second. I should be able to get 6 lances, that's one knight a squire two archers and a porter per lance, here by the end of the week. Should be able to triple that number by months end if need be."
Oleanna thinks about continuing but realizes if she does she would start barking orders. It goes against her instincts but she decide to defer further discussion until the mayor has the chance to respond.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2015 9:34:23 GMT -8
Neferet calmly listened, and she could tell how powerful a presence Oleanna would be. She seemed to be staunch in her ways, and very strong minded. Oleanna appeared to have a very strong will, and a mouth better suited for war than politics.
"Have you and your company had much experience in the jungle?" Neferet asked, not yet answering any direct questions. While Neferet really didn't have any room to be choosy, she also didn't want to make a hasty decision and cost more lives to the beasts, or the Living Jungle. The Oracle was expecting that after the beasts had been dealt with, that there would be a permanent presence of a Gaiaton Guard.
She also had to think of the backlash from the people. A foreigner was the mayor of Gaiaton, and now she would be bringing in foreigner to be captain of the guard. Neferet had to step lightly in this case, and the news that Oleanna had trudged all this way in plate armor, and now spoke of lances and squires of an environment that was not altogether suited for such traditions, Neferet had to wonder.
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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 21, 2015 10:21:38 GMT -8
Oleanna bristles slightly ay having her at the run around. She has to remind herself that she isn't guard captain yet and she shouldn't expect to get right into strategy. Her tight military stance and demenor do not change as she answers Neferet's question.
"Yes we do mam quite recently in fact. One of the things that chaffs me about this situation is I like to be prepared. As such I took a job from Mayor Fletcher of Carmela Island before coming here. It proved to be most illuminating in jungle tactics another reason for the furlough is the need to resupply. My best fighters are heavy cavalry which are I'll suited to jungles. Those that choose to sign on here will need to acquire lighter armor probably chain and leather. I myself did not need to do so immediately my talents run both magic and martial. Though I am a bit limited in magic variety I am capable of casting a spell to ward off heat."
Oleanna having answered the question continues to study the mayor. She can't quite get a bead on the women. Neferet seems all at once kindly and distant. Wise but politically minded which rarely went together. She had the air of power but didn't seem to flaunt it. All in all the women was an oddity so far. Oleanna stifles a grin and wonders if she is reading too much into things.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2015 19:32:01 GMT -8
"Oh, I understand now," Neferet said to Oleanna as she described the situation of her company. That they did work on Carmela Island was both a plus and a drawback for Neferet. Having never been to the island and only aware of their mayor through lack of political structure, she wasn't sure what it meant that Oleanna and her soldiers had once worked for Mayor Roarin.
Still, the experience with tropical climates was a definite advantage.
"Have you come with references or paperwork?" Neferet asked, not unkindly. It was assumed that if one was going to travel all this for an occupatio, that one would have brought evidence to support their worthiness. Even so, it did not appear that Neferet would be made uneasy or dismayed if Oleanna had not brought such things. Neferet's. .. ability... allowed her a sharp intuition when it came to people.
"Dame Oleanna, I am intrigued by you, and I am humbled that a knight of your valor would even consider Gaiaton. I am even more pleased that you are a woman. I will reccomend you to the city council, and I hope that you will join me this evening?"
Her light brown eyes searched Oleanna's scarred face for an answer before the Dame spoke. If she said yes, Neferet would smile, make her polite departure and promise to come for Oleanna when it was time. Oleanna would be provided with higher quality clothes, though not overtly feminine, more structured to the climate and the event. If Oleanna declined, Neferet would bow her head and agree to introduce Oleanna to the city council the next morning.
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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 21, 2015 19:53:18 GMT -8
Oleanna nods at Neferet's words and walks over to one of her bags. She searches for a minute then returns with a neatly tied scroll, which she offers to Neferet stating.
"I got a letter of reference from Beatrice Tisdale the mayors secretary, I had one from the mayor as well but it was...crude. I have brought no paper work other then a few writs of passage and permits from various kingdoms licencing me to do mercenary work. You are welcome to review then of course."
Oleanna pauses for a moment to consider Neferets offer and her statement.
"I am glad I have made a good first impression thank you for your support. I would also be delighted to join you for dinner though I will apologize in advance since I will like try to turn the conversation to strategy fairly quickly."
If Neferet reads the offered scroll it she will find it written in a tight elegant script.
To Mayor Neferet of Gaiaton,
At the request of Dame Oleann D'Ignis I am writing this letter to provide an assessment of both her character and the services she provided for Carmela. We hired Dame D'Ignis to deal with a tribe of Lizard Folk attacking our river supply line. The day after she arrived she immediately got to work which was most appreciated. Though she allowed her troops to take time to rest, she personally began investigating and planning counter strategies to deal with the tribe. The following day she began the process of tracking down the tribe while leaving a supplementary guard force to complement Carmela's own. As I understand it she faced considerable challenges in adapting her troops to a jungle environment but she appeared to overcome those challenges admirably as she resolved the issue within a fortnight of arriving. Overall I found her to be polite, courteous, professional, and most importantly efficient. I only face two regrets in the affair one being that I cannot provide a more detailed account, and two that Dame D'Ignis had to travel with the Mayor no one should have to go through that.
My apologies for digressing,
Beatrice Tisdale
Secretary to Mayor Fletcher of Carmela Island.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2015 14:23:10 GMT -8
By the time the trio were moving through the gilded gates, the front door to her home was opened with a confused Rasha on the threshold.
"What--"
Neferet held up a hand to silence the comely housekeeper. "Not now, Rasha," Neferet spoke, causing Rasha to actually draw back in surprise. She stared at the three of them as Neferet led them into a study-like room.
Then, she rounded on Robert. "Do you have any idea what you have done?" She asked him.
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