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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2016 0:02:01 GMT -8
More painful silence, giving out to a tone that refused to change.
"That holds no relevance to you or those you represent. I say it is mine for it is in my possession, as it has been for many years. It is not to be shared, nor will it ever be. I suggest you return to your Lord and tell him to seek another crystal for his ends."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jun 2, 2016 0:13:47 GMT -8
Jun's facial expression went blank. She continued to stare out at the horizon.
"Well, technically my mission was to find out what we need to do to get the crystal from you. Then I guess my answer is... nothing, since it can't be obtained."
Jun shrugged and stood up and stretched over the water. "Well, I don't want this meeting of ours to end on a sour note, so... how is the sea being treated in the shipping lanes? Are the humans keeping their word?"
It was all she could think of to ask.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2016 20:52:55 GMT -8
It might be the only time in the entire conversation that the queen finally eased up on the hard boom of her voice, to something more pleasant and approachable. Even her form seems to relax a bit more from where she bobbed in the water by the pier.
"I have seen hardly a thing dropped into the waters on my watch, and no spills of any oil or chemicals yet. It is... a relief, I should say," she replies, letting her gaze soften. "I am thankful for the effort of the land dwellers - it has not gone unnoticed."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jun 4, 2016 19:36:53 GMT -8
Jun sighed. "Alright then, that's good." She said despondently. "I'm sorry to have disturbed you. If you need something else from us, let us know. My lord won't be pleased but I'm sure she will understand." Since there was really nothing left to talk about, Jun gave a respectful bow and waited for the queen to depart. *** After the queen would depart, Jun sighed. What a disaster. She touched the necklace on her neck and focused deeply, reaching out to Alden Marshal. Alden, sir... I have some bad news. According to the queen, the crystal is not up for bartering. She says she refuses to part with it and is unwilling to give an explanation. She implied that it doesn't have any special properties and that it's rather large. She won't even let anyone touch it or observe it. It's strange. I suspect it has some sort of sentimental value, but I can't be sure. And frankly I'm not willing to steal it or fight her for it.Jun gulped. Does this mean I've failed my mission? |
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420 
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Jun 7, 2016 11:28:17 GMT -8
There is a long moment of silence and then finally Alden's voice sounds in Jun's mind.
"Find out where she obtained the crystal. Where there is one perhaps there are others. The crystal plays in The Ladies plans I doubt she will give up on it easilly."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jun 7, 2016 11:40:47 GMT -8
Jun sighs.
I'll think of something.
<Exit>
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Norman Persson
Established
The rhyming lizard is back, yo!
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: Way old
Physical Description: An old lizardkin, with worn yellow scales and a weary stare.
Clothes and Equipment: Covers himself with a blue cloak made of fine cloth. Carries a spellbook that bears evil marks and wards. Supports his bent posture with a walking stick that is just a long stick.
Registered: Oct 9, 2015 11:03:41 GMT -8
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Post by Norman Persson on Aug 19, 2016 9:21:42 GMT -8
Norman pangs open the doors to Vauc'Tutt n' Butts hard enough to leave noticeable dents to the walls on both sides. He cleared his throat to announce his, and Alistar's, presence. Such a long time in subspace left one's tendency towards drama unquenched, and Norman sought to right this by making a scene where as many people as possible could see.
"Hear me waiters and people who spend,
Norman is here and he brought a friend!", he bellowed
"We've traveled the sea through fire and hail,
it's about good time till we get some good ale.
So would one of your fine lasses get me a drink and a chair,
The most exquisite, of course, I have money to spare."
Norman signalled the nearest waiter with flamboyant showmanship. Being in that weird reality show hosted by a maniacal ethereal had brought out in Norman, a need to perform. He winked at Alistar.
"Oh, and he'll have a pineapple juice,
do forgive him, he's sort of a recluse.", he whispered that last part.
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Alistar The Drake
Established
I like sleep, it's like death but without the committment.
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 23
Physical Description: Standing at six feet tall, incredibly fit and athletic due to his profession. Has dark brown hair with hazel eyes, a scar running down his left eye vertically from a previous bout with a knight. Tends to be clean from the look of his face and armor.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears plate armor made from an alloy that makes it lighter than most conventional plate armor, allowing him more movement and freedom. Equipped with an enchanted one-hand sword named Apohpis, its enchantment is flame. Meaning the blade by the will of the bearer can be ignited by a magical fire, which burns hotter than orthodox flames. From his blade it is, where he got the title "The Drake". Alistar does not use a shield instead he sports a second weapon. A simple steel dagger to increase his attack options. He has more than one though, located throughout his body such as boots and wrists, hidden really well. The only daggers noticeable is 3 that he has in a belt on the left side of his hip used to throw.
Player's online availability : Too often for my own good
Registered: Aug 8, 2016 10:48:58 GMT -8
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Post by Alistar The Drake on Aug 20, 2016 14:50:30 GMT -8
Alistar stays quiet as Norman speaks loudly, trying to garner attention from the establishment. As he follows the old lizard deeper into the bar. The stench of rum and roasted meats fills up the nostrils of Alistar. His goal would only to be to escort the reptilian to where he wants, after this he will go on to pursuing his quest. But that doesn't mean he can't fun. Retaining his composure would be his best bet. For now he has to be vigilant, locations like these only breed trouble.
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Aug 21, 2016 20:13:27 GMT -8
The patrons of the bar look up at the odd lizard person. The mostly laid back islanders quickly decided that he must be one of the many entertainers that came to the island. Once this decision is made they return to their drinks and partying. Norman's order is filled quickly and they would find the bar a rambunctious place. With plenty of fruit drinks being consumed in ridiculous manners and many men and woman sans clothing. For this was a bar on Carmela Island, the island of parties.
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Norman Persson
Established
The rhyming lizard is back, yo!
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: Way old
Physical Description: An old lizardkin, with worn yellow scales and a weary stare.
Clothes and Equipment: Covers himself with a blue cloak made of fine cloth. Carries a spellbook that bears evil marks and wards. Supports his bent posture with a walking stick that is just a long stick.
Registered: Oct 9, 2015 11:03:41 GMT -8
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Post by Norman Persson on Aug 23, 2016 13:01:40 GMT -8
"The Island of parties! Hehe!
We shall sit our arses hither!"
Norman tapped a vacant stool by the counter, next to one alike. He figured this should suffice for their seats now, since the place was full, so full of people partying, drinking and singing. Loud.
"See Alistar, I'm... Dying of ills.
I need someone to teach my skills
There'd be monster slaying too, I reckon
If you'd be willing to learn from my lessons"
Norman pinned his cane next to the counter and extended a split tongue to sample his ale. Finding it agreeable to his taste buds, he grabbed hold with too arms and took a long, deep gulp.
"Ahh... Now that it some truly magnificent ale.
With drinks this strang, we will shurely prevail.", Norman announced. A reptilian wizard finger sprang to point at Alistar.
"You mate, are pretty aight with yer looks.
Whaddya say we find some ladies fer us?
Ya handled the bit witha sailor wif colours flying,
I'm sure ya can handle this! It's part offa training!" His speech was of the rails. Points for him being able to rhyme while this inebriated.
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Alistar The Drake
Established
I like sleep, it's like death but without the committment.
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 23
Physical Description: Standing at six feet tall, incredibly fit and athletic due to his profession. Has dark brown hair with hazel eyes, a scar running down his left eye vertically from a previous bout with a knight. Tends to be clean from the look of his face and armor.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears plate armor made from an alloy that makes it lighter than most conventional plate armor, allowing him more movement and freedom. Equipped with an enchanted one-hand sword named Apohpis, its enchantment is flame. Meaning the blade by the will of the bearer can be ignited by a magical fire, which burns hotter than orthodox flames. From his blade it is, where he got the title "The Drake". Alistar does not use a shield instead he sports a second weapon. A simple steel dagger to increase his attack options. He has more than one though, located throughout his body such as boots and wrists, hidden really well. The only daggers noticeable is 3 that he has in a belt on the left side of his hip used to throw.
Player's online availability : Too often for my own good
Registered: Aug 8, 2016 10:48:58 GMT -8
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Post by Alistar The Drake on Sept 4, 2016 6:25:24 GMT -8
Alistar takes a deep breath before taking a seat next to his reptilian companion. Whilst he listens to Norman talking about passing down his skills and getting women he would be looking at something else. The scenery of sailors partying and what not would pique his attention. "I'm down for you teaching me what you know. You look like you have a lot of Knowledge Norman." Alistar looks around the establishment looking for any possible suitors of the pair."About your dilemma, what are you into anyways? I need something, Norman." He says casually before getting comfortable into his seat and goes back to keeping to himself.
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Norman Persson
Established
The rhyming lizard is back, yo!
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: Way old
Physical Description: An old lizardkin, with worn yellow scales and a weary stare.
Clothes and Equipment: Covers himself with a blue cloak made of fine cloth. Carries a spellbook that bears evil marks and wards. Supports his bent posture with a walking stick that is just a long stick.
Registered: Oct 9, 2015 11:03:41 GMT -8
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Post by Norman Persson on Sept 9, 2016 14:53:35 GMT -8
“Oh, but there are many women my wizardly staff hungers,
but tonight, Alistar, I think I’ll go with redheads, gingers”
Norman erected his trusty staff and pointed it towards a table near the staircase. Two women were laughing, drinking and having a generally good time with each other. They were both speaking in fluent goldfish, which suggested they both were from the mainland Gauldin. One was blonde, the other had the color of the setting sun in her hair.
“Make her an offer she can’t refuse,
Once you do that, The other you can use.”
Norman nodded seriously and ordered another beer. He was going to die anyway, he figured, so there would be no harm in overdoing it just a little bit.
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