Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238 
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jul 24, 2016 21:47:42 GMT -8
Madame Naoki nods in response to Gothmog, and rises from her seat, shaking her head to indicate the negative. “Excellent. No additional escort will be necessary, thank you.” Naoki nods in Artemis ‘s direction. Between her and the Sun Marshals that were sent ahead, Naoki would not need any sailors. “If you would please, see to it that we’re prepared to leave as soon as we're able.. There isn’t much to be done here in Bayonne besides look at the poor and berate the nobility for allowing such deplorable conditions to exist for their citizens, and I’d like to proceed to Travere without much of a delay. I don’t expect we’ll be long.” With a gesture of her hand, suggests that Liz, Skarlet, and Artemis follow her. “Let’s go see what sort of trouble we can get into out on the streets…” She trails off, exiting the cabin and making her way up toward the gangplank. [Exit to The Streets of Bayonne] |
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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 8, 2016 13:30:01 GMT -8
The long winding streets eventually sloped down to the harbour. And what a sight for old eyes it was. Ships, as far as eyes can see. Men of the sea, carrying valuable cargo up and down wooden planks. The smell of fresh mackarel. The sweet port town ladies greeting their sweetheart returning from years on the sea, or just looking for someone to keep them company through the night.
But more than anything, the sea. Dangerous, yet beautiful. Norman stood still. This was as far as he had planned. Now he had to find a vessel to take him away from here. He looked at the names of the ships beneath his hood: All women. Strange habit, that.
As he approached an important looking dock worker, a carriage ran at him from his blind spot. The driver yelled at him, but the horse knocked him over and the perpetuator was long gone before he had the strength to lift himself up.
Some welcome...
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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 8, 2016 22:32:57 GMT -8
As Alistar approached the Harbor he sees a figure being knocked down from an oncoming carriage. Immediately walking over to the victim and kneels beside him and helps him up from their fall. "Hello there, are you alright?" he asks genuinely. After aiding him he takes a small step back to further examine the figure he just helped.
It would be a male lizard, weathered by life by the looks of it. Either way, he rests his hand on the hilt of his sword while he awaits a response from the male lizard, wondering if he is friendly or not. Maybe it was a sign from the gods, an initiation to a quest that will lead him on many adventures and treasures. Now's not the time to think like that, his stay here has only begun. The only thing left to do is to help this being and be on his way.
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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 9, 2016 4:40:06 GMT -8
Norman gladly accepted the assistance, his body was not quite as durable as it used to be. He grunted painfully as he reached for his walking stick. He could've been badly hurt, his bones broken into shrapnel and internal organs ground to mush from the impact. Fortunately the spongy quality of lizards made them more durable, and he could shrug off impacts like this like it was just another day in the life of a punching bag.
Attempting a straight, sociable posture, Norman arched his neck upwards so that he could see the man better. He was reasonably tall, handsome, and wore a sword at his hip. Norman met his gaze and glared intensely, in a way that only reptilians could.
"Greetings and salutations my beautiful man,
I hope only worst for the driver of that that van.
Travelling in cities can be such a pain...
Anyway, won't you tell me your name?"
Conical eyes swivel expectantly. Norman examined the youth's musculature with the envy of a former athlete.
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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 9, 2016 8:40:10 GMT -8
"I am Alistar the Drake, and I came to seek my fortune in these lands. Perhaps you can help me with this venture?" Alistar stood tall over the reptile and looked down at him, showcasing his body. In a way showing that he was capable of many tasks and worthy of being hired. He looked around to see the buzzing activity of the harbor, thinking that if he wasn't to be hired he can easily go look somewhere else.
After introducing himself Alistar examines the lizard. Realizing he has seen many things in his age and by his posture time was getting to him. He stares into the lizard's eyes while he awaits a response.
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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 9, 2016 10:52:41 GMT -8
Well well. If it wasn't mister goody-two-boots. Norman meets his look innocently. He was the spitting image of a spring chicken yet to be plucked clean by his first dragon raid. "The Drake", was it? Norman wondered if he had given that name to himself just to sound cool. So he was looking for an adventure. Shame. Norman had just about enough of adventures.
Well, maybe just one more. Maybe passing down his skills wouldn't be such a bad idea. Hopefully "The Drake" was more than just his muscles and his sword and a set of knives Norman wouldn't use to shave his beard. Well... If he had... You know.
Norman knocked his cane on the cobblestones and smacked his lips.
"I am heading somewhere equatorial,
if that's adventurous enough for you
Or if you'd rather do something more banal,
The guards could find you something to do.
I'm just an old man looking for a friend
You're still young and wet behind the ear
I could make the journey worth your cent
Or stay here and kill some rats for all I care."
Norman was pretty sure he'd take the bait. It didn't look like he had spent much time outside the sticks, so promising an island vacation was something he was sure to take. Besides, Norman had no money left, so he was living of the kindness of strangers. He could really use some kindness right about now.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Aug 9, 2016 11:27:19 GMT -8
At some unseen signal, the Dakota's group of Sun Marshals- perhaps twenty or so in number, rise, prepare their gear, and disembark.
A motley sort of crew they are- with seemingly no commonly shared features beyond the scarves they all wear. One, a burly sort of shirtless gentleman whose magnificent sideburns somehow manage to transition flawlessly into his chest hair. Another, the most petite of elven beauties, whose features and movements seem almost doll-like. And then off to one side, there’s Louis, the amorphous cloud of gray gas, whose scarf seems to only coincidentally be floating in his general vicinity.
Regardless, the Sun Marshals, with their hitherto unparalleled motleyness, roll out, swift and purposeful in their respective strides. They had received their orders, and woe betide any who might choose to stand in their way.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Aug 9, 2016 15:18:40 GMT -8
"Battle stations you bastards! Load the ballistas and draw your swords! The Lady has been attacked and the ships may be next! Prepare for unwelcome visitors!"
Gothmog's voice echoed throughout the Isran fleet, and the sounds of ballista and sword rang out from the small Isran fleet, and ballista bolts became visible out of the portholes in the sides of the Isran ships. The Sun Marshals were quickly backed by explosive ballista bolts from the flagship of the Isran fleet, the Dakota .
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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 9, 2016 19:02:17 GMT -8
"Very well, I will accompany you to your destination." Alistar adjusted the sword on his hip in its sheathe before standing beside him. "Ready when you are, lead the way." By the look of the lizard it didn't look like he carried much. He hoped that he was secretly wealthy or something among those lines. If not he could use this as an excuse to head over to the island. Since the lizard was alone in this area, he assumed he has friends elsewhere.
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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 10, 2016 10:36:27 GMT -8
Norman nodded. That was easier than expected. All the better. His enthusiasm was sure to be useful later. He poked Alistar on his knee with his stick and pointed towards a fancy ship that was loading it's cargo: whiskey, wine and kegs of rum, into the ship's hold.
"Try to get us onto that ship, why don't you then
I would myself, but dockhands dislike lizard men."
Norman would gently push him towards a man checking the cargo off a jotter. Norman would motion him to hurry up. They'd need to have a spot on that ship when it left, not the day after. If Norman's guess was correct, they were shipping beverages to a certain resort in Carmela. Just about the place he's need to rest his cold-blooded skin.
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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 12, 2016 16:59:43 GMT -8
Alistar responds by giving him a nod before heading off to the man jotting things on a list. After approaching him Alistar and the man would be in a really animated conversation, which Norman won't be able to hear due to the distance and busy activity in the harbor. Then he turns back and points at the elder lizard before facing him once more and continuing the conversation. Finally after a lengthy silence the man sighs to himself and waves over the lizard to get onboard the ship.
Alistar wastes no time in waiting for the lizard and gets onboard. While the ship's occupants are busy with readying the ship to sail, Alistar takes a seat on an empty bench and watches the scene unfold before him. Alistar's intellect was higher than the other male, so it was easier to persuade him to aid their cause. By saying that they needed to get to Carmela to enact a deal which results in a lengthy reward for Alistar himself and the man. He knew about the vices of man, one of them being greed.
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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 13, 2016 14:50:49 GMT -8
Norman enters the ship with all the time in the world. his back didn't allow any sudden movements especially on a slope gently tilted upwards. He seated himself next to Alistar and grunted with satisfaction. He had indeed chosen the right man for the mission.
"Splendid display, your negotiations there,
Glad to have you around, I do declare.
Seems they're not quite ready to sail yet.
'For then, tell me why on this quest you set?"
Norman took a comfortable position and leered at the men carrying heavy crates back and forth. He was quite fond of the young men's musculature. All were in such good shape. If they were told how quick they'd lose it all, that would terrify them to no measure. He'd listened to Alistar until the bell would ring, signalling the ship embarking.
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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 14, 2016 11:17:58 GMT -8
"I'm just like any other young man. I was born in a farm, but it never suited me. So I always had a dream of doing something bigger. Then one day while I was exploring the land, I saw a cave and decided to explore. Inside there was a skeleton next to a small water deposit wearing the equipment that you see. To me it was a sign and I decided to take the armor and weapons and told my parents that I would go out into the world when I was of age. At this time I was only a small boy so I had to bide my time. I practiced nonstop with the sword until a knight came by to seek refuge and saw my talent. He took me to an academy and when I graduated I was his squire and there I learned all the tricks of the trade. That was a long time ago, though it's been years since I saw him."
Alistar said while the ship eased its way out of the bay and to the big ocean.
"I heard other stories of adventurers, theirs seem more exciting. But nonetheless, I won't stop until I have the glory and gold I seek. But for now, I just have to work hard. You seem like you've been on this planet for longer than I have. How about you tell me your story to pass the time?" Alistar adjusted his posture to be more comfortable. In his mind, he knew the lizard had some sort of tell to tale, because he met only a few lizard folk and all of them were interesting to a degree.
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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 14, 2016 11:52:01 GMT -8
Norman listened intently. So the boy had been mulling in the caves and just happened to find a dead body and just happened to take his only possessions. Stranger thing have happened. “Heck, the strangest things happen to me!", he thought, and chose not to judge the boy too harshly. He would only be young so long and if he were to accomplish anything of note, he’d have to seize the moment, which he did.
Norman leaned starboard to see the details of the city vanish little by little and began to speak:
“My journey begins far from the see,
Foreign country from which I’m an exilee
I was a father of four and a husband of two
I owned a cotton field and a few slaves too”
He gave Alistar a look that begged him not to judge him too harshly. He had heard all about the new ideologies, and was in fact sick of people judging him. He’d continue:
“I studied the dark arts until the sun fell
You see, I wanted power and cast a spell
But it backfired and it killed my family,
cursed me a lizard and took my heraldry”
Norman shrugged.
“Do I regret it? Yes. Maybe so.
It’s too late to go back anyhow.
But the power I got was too advantageous
Wait until we arrive and I’ll show how it helps us."
Norman grinned a smile too wide for human mouth and sunk deeper into his robe. Direct sunlight would cause damage to his lizardly skin. Or at least freeze him for hours in place. He wobbled on below the deck to see how strict the security on the medanese gold was.
<Exit to Carmela Island>
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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 14, 2016 22:01:50 GMT -8
The Calcutta's security was medium to high. It was just like any other ship moving gold between the seas. The gold wouldn't be able to be seen by eyesight, as it was locked in a vault with three guards standing in front. One of them would be noticeably larger than the other two. He would be an orc with a large greatsword resting on his shoulders while he was engaged in a conversation with two humans who were also on guard duty. You can tell The Calcutta's reputation was backed up because all of the guards seemed seasoned in battle and were well equipped for many scenarios. Pirates wouldn't be a problem for this ship.
Alistar nodded at his story, not being the one to judge. It would've been nice to own a few slaves back at the farm to help with the work. "Since you know magic, what do you know about Pyromancy and Pyrokinesis?" He asks while they both delve into the underbelly of the ship to see the various guards and sailors.
<Exit to Carmela Island?
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Aug 19, 2016 0:39:38 GMT -8
The trip back to The Dakota is relatively uneventful. Relative to the events that transpired within the bakery, at least. The only items worth noting is that Liz receives a quick talk from Naoki regarding the status of her arrest and how Naoki would be largely unable to assist should Liz leave whatever Viddick’s definiton of Naoki’s ‘custody’ is. For safety's sake, Naoki recommends that Liz abstain from leaving the ship with St. George for the duration of their voyage to Travere- seeing as how Naoki would be unable to accompany her in the air.
Additionally, Naoki is careful- more so than usual, to keep Skarlet close. Being largely unaware of how quickly word spreads in Bayonne, Naoki suspects the possibility of The Cartel attacking her group in the streets. And, even though in reality, Skarlet is generally fully capable of defending herself- considerably more so than Naoki, it’s a maternal sort of thing, and she’ll do it if she’d like to.
However, beyond those things, the walk is mostly uneventful. Presently, they arrive back from whence they came, the Isran Ship of the Line, The Dakota. With half a cake in her mouth, Naoki is unable to articulate herself clearly, but suggests with a sweeping arm motion that the others proceed her up the gangplank. Meanwhile, she keeps an eye out for Captain Bloodsail. She hasn’t yet received word regarding the ship’s readiness to proceed onto the next leg of their journey.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Aug 19, 2016 3:14:58 GMT -8
The lack of flying from the ship between Bayonne and Travere would not present much of an issue, it was only about a day's trip, and while St. George would be restless when they made port, he would be no more worse for the wear.
Liz was as careful as Naoki was, in spite of the warning given to her by Viddik, her hand never strayed far from her sword, and St. George remained on alert as well. They had made a good dent in the cakes she had bought, and Liz was certain that the remainder would not last long on board the ship. She would wait to board the ship until after Naoki for safety reasons.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Aug 19, 2016 10:45:18 GMT -8
Gothmog strode down the gangplank towards Naoki's returning party, a wide grin on his face and a bottle in one hand, the other giving Naoki a barely passable salute.
"Heard you caused a bit of a ruckus in Bayonne. I wholeheartedly approve, sometimes these snobbish nobles could use a good shaking up, or in your case, a good old fashioned beatdown. Haha! Most excellent. We are ready to get underway whenever you wish Lady Naoki."
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Aug 19, 2016 20:47:09 GMT -8
Skarlet keeps close to Naoki, while they walked she kept an ear listening for any trouble but everything was fine. She comments on the bakery situation, "It was a curious ordeal for sure."
She turns to Naoki, "Mother, while the cakes are fun to eat, I must ask about our stock of blood for the trip. I could use a drink right about now to quench my thirst as well as to wash this dry pastry down.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
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Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Aug 19, 2016 22:38:06 GMT -8
Polishing off her cake as she ascends the gangplank, Naoki is careful to clear her mouth before responding, “We… should have enough. I haven’t been monitoring your supply, but I had enough packed to comfortably last you comfortably to Travere- based on your average rate of consumption over the past three months with forty percent extra. Once we’re in Travere, I arranged for a re-supply which should last you the trip back. Unless something has gone wrong, or you’ve been particularly thirsty lately, or I did the math wrong- all of which are reasonable enough possibilities, we should still have plenty. Go check, why don’t you? There ought to be at least a crate or so.”
With her tail, Naoki points in the direction of the hatch leading below decks. Skarlet’s supply is kept in glass bottles which are then kept in specially marked crates in the cargo hold- a short ways away from the rest of the crew’s sustenance.
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