Robin Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 84 
Age: 23
Physical Description: Robin is 6'1, has shaggy out-grown pure white hair, with bright blue eyes. He tends to always have a stern look on his face, even when he's drunk at the bar. His face is pale, with a decently looking jawline; not too sharp, not too round, attractive.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears an old worn-out suit with a white a lazily done tie to finish off his look. He wears normal old dress shoes and occasionally wears a long tan trench coat. On each side of his belt hangs two long, sheathed blades, loosely strapped in for easy access.
Registered: Oct 17, 2015 17:22:45 GMT -8
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Post by Robin Fletcher on Mar 2, 2016 10:31:00 GMT -8
Robin chuckled to himself.
"No no, No magic." he says, wondering why they would ask something like that.
He walked along and into the gates.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:18:54 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2016 10:33:02 GMT -8
The guards hand him a travel pass and send him on his way.
"Don't cause any trouble, ok? Enjoy your stay."
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Queen Audrey I von Audria
Established
Supreme Sorceress
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: 30
Physical Description: A beautiful lady with sun-kissed skin, entrancing blue eyes, and a fair complexion with long, flowing crimson hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: An assortment of expensive fashion and attire suitable for a lady of her stature.
Lady Audrey also carries various gems which increase her magical talent, or perhaps help to control it.
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Registered: Sept 25, 2015 14:39:52 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Audrey I von Audria on Mar 9, 2016 16:25:39 GMT -8
A white carriage rolls along the road leading through the valley. Two magnificent white horses are pulling it, groomed to near perfection, with beautiful white manes. Surrounding the carriage were six mounted knights: those of the Brotherhood, wearing their plated armor and white capes.
The carriage rolled up to the gatehouse. One of the Knights was quick to dismount and open the door of the carriage. Out stepped the beautiful Lady Audrey, with her flowing red hair, bright blue eyes, clear complexion, and red dress. She had served as the 'face' of the Order, engaging in diplomatic and other foreign affairs. She was coming to Gauldin to request an audience with its officials.
"The good Lady Audrey wishes to gain entrance," one of the Knights said to the men on the gates.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:18:54 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2016 16:43:36 GMT -8
A young man wearing a robe enters the pass. "How far am I from home?" He thinks to himself, and continues his march. Eventually he reaches a guardhouse - likely the entry point into a foreign country.
To an untrained eye, Brian may have seemed like a monk or even a mage. His robe was clean yet unexpensive and at worst he might come off as a vagrant. Either way, it was clear that he would not gain entrance before the important person with the carriage and armored knights did.
He approached one of the stalls, and purchased a raising bun and some water. He was unfamiliar with the currency of this land but evidently merchants do not refuse a sufficient amount of silver coins when they see them. "Still, I only have so many of them left." Brain thought as he sat down in a nearby place to enjoy his meal.
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The Inquisitor
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: The Inquisitor is a 6 feet suit of armor. What lies underneath is a mystery. It is dressed in numerous thin decorative plates of metal, and a long black robe concealing its body. The armor itself is not very effective and serves as an aesthetic.
In The Inquisitor's hand there is a staff made of metal. The coloration of The Inquisitors gear is generally dark and gives off quite a grim impression.
Registered: Mar 30, 2016 20:38:27 GMT -8
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Post by The Inquisitor on Apr 2, 2016 21:32:17 GMT -8
The Inquisitor arrived seemingly out of nowhere, walking up to the guardhouse. There was snow and frost on The Inquisitor's cloak, a sign that he may have arrived from the mountains. A broad hood was pulled over his face mask, revealing only his metallic jaw. He stopped dead in his tracks, the staff in his head appearing as a walking stick.
"I request access to your country, it is a matter of business" he murmured. His voice was calm and sounded human, it was perhaps a little quiet.
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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on Apr 2, 2016 22:23:36 GMT -8
Entrance to Gauldin is a standardized affair and those who wish to enter go through the same steps. A guard provides them with a set of documents which they are told to fill out. The primary information is name, place of origin, and reason for visit. There is other information of a more bureaucratic nature to be filled out, but none of it too invasive. Once the paperwork is done a set of travel papers is produced. These must be signed by the traveler and then by the guard. One copy of the papers is returned to the traveler the other kept by the guard. With this done the traveler is free to enter Gauldin.
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The Inquisitor
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: The Inquisitor is a 6 feet suit of armor. What lies underneath is a mystery. It is dressed in numerous thin decorative plates of metal, and a long black robe concealing its body. The armor itself is not very effective and serves as an aesthetic.
In The Inquisitor's hand there is a staff made of metal. The coloration of The Inquisitors gear is generally dark and gives off quite a grim impression.
Registered: Mar 30, 2016 20:38:27 GMT -8
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Post by The Inquisitor on Apr 2, 2016 22:26:19 GMT -8
The Inquisitor fills out the paperwork with believable lies and then hands it over before wishing the guards a good day. He'd pass through the forested valley without any further interruption and move into Gauldin.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:18:54 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2016 5:05:11 GMT -8
Brian fills the information he can, the other parts making them up (but keeping consistency) when required.
He was now entering a strange realm for the first time, and he was excited about what he would find in it.
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Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131 
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Apr 3, 2016 22:21:38 GMT -8
Megan with Raulio Fletcher finally arrived at the border of Gauldin. "I think we're here Raulio! I'm pretty sure we went the right way." She'd go up to the guardhouse, "Hello! Is this Gauldin?" |
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Raulio Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 28
Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 19:52:13 GMT -8
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Apr 3, 2016 22:39:40 GMT -8
Raulio looks around. "I'm impressed! We only had to ask directions 4 times!" He sounded sincere. On his back was a brand new instrument he had picked up from a mysterious traveler, one which was promised to hold wondrous power when played properly. He had already started practicing with it, though he wasn't quite able to produce a coherent song yet. |
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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on Apr 5, 2016 21:18:58 GMT -8
The two receive confirmation that this is in fact Gauldin. Entrance to Gauldin is a standardized affair and those who wish to enter go through the same steps. A guard provides them with a set of documents which they are told to fill out. The primary information is name, place of origin, and reason for visit. There is other information of a more bureaucratic nature to be filled out, but none of it too invasive. Once the paperwork is done a set of travel papers is produced. These must be signed by the traveler and then by the guard. One copy of the papers is returned to the traveler the other kept by the guard. With this done the traveler is free to enter Gauldin.
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Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Apr 6, 2016 14:57:44 GMT -8
Megan fills out the forms and hands them back to the guard for signing. Once she and Raulio are finished Megan would ask something else of the Guards. "Where should I go to contact a mage? Working with a local magi would be beneficial for gathering information for my quest."
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The Honorable Dr. Tiddly
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 35
Physical Description: Tall, dark, and handsome, with bulbous eyes said to be as luscious as the midnight sky. His skin is as smooth as his silver tongue and his eyebrows have a commanding presence about them.
Clothes and Equipment: A 100,000 gold coin suit
A cane (also used for back massages)
A feathered cap
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Apr 7, 2016 14:06:34 GMT -8
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Post by The Honorable Dr. Tiddly on Apr 7, 2016 14:55:59 GMT -8
Dr. Tiddley sidles up to a guard, hunched over from his long journey, cloak covering his face in the rain. Hidden beneath his cloak is his long "sword." Removing his hood to reveal a large, bulbous nose beneath and beady, small black eyes, the doctor smiles and licks some droplets of rain off his face. Approaching a guard, Tiddley coughs and summons all of his courage to speak as fluently as possible. "Hello, good sir!" Doctor Tiddley exclaims. "A fine morning it is! Except for all this....rain. Not the most weather-friendly day to be visiting my mother beyond the boarder. May I come in? It's a bit chilly in here."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:18:54 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2016 15:19:49 GMT -8
The guard takes Megan's papers and looks over them closely. Finding them to be in order, he stamps them and hands them back.
"Keep these with you at all times, they're important. And as for the mage...you should head to the Academy of Magic, in Travere. Travere is just down that road, keep going until you find the bay and cross the bridge. It's a couple of days."
He waves vaguely in the direction of Travere.
"Go on. You're clear. Enjoy your stay, and welcome to Gauldin! Watch out for inland albatrosses."
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:18:54 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2016 10:27:57 GMT -8
The sky was alight! The stars came out to play. And well above the world, within the sparkling heaven, the moon sat perfectly in the sky in a sliver crescent - nestled right along side a small cluster of brilliantly shining stars. They shimmered for a moment and then faded to join the rest. If one could focus hard enough and watch over the land, they could make out a shimmering silhouette descending to the ground - a swaying figure with the twist and flow like a coursing river, leaving twinkles of stardust in it's wake.
A fox would soon touch the earth and his figure would become solid, with a soft angelic glow about his moon pale pelt. He made no sound save for a whisper on the wind as he leapt about the mountainous terrain for the valley well below. When he found the worn road in the valley he stopped, staring at the guard station several yards down the road that kept him on this side, and the smells of snacks on the other. His leery stare watched the gates for motion, his thick tail whipping around - and then splitting into nine, with each swaying about like strands of hair on the water. He sat perfectly still save for the tails, watching and waiting.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Apr 11, 2016 13:29:04 GMT -8
"A nine tailed fox spirit, interesting."
Echoes pops into existence behind the odd creature, three silver orbs float in the air around his head. The fox had caused a disturbance when it crossed over from the spirit realm. Curious as to what caused it Echoes had come to investigate himself. In the past he would have just used time sight to investigate. Since he started wearing his glasses he had learned to enjoy having to see things for himself. The most effective method of investigation was always asking questions.
"Hello! What bring you to Gauldin spirit?"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:18:54 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2016 15:37:22 GMT -8
Oho! The gates did not open, but rather someone poofed in behind him. How rude! The fox turned his head about where his shoulders would twist, pegging the man with his leery gaze over a shoulder. It did not move from the place it sat, tails still writhing about like serpents comprised of fluff and fur. Though it did not move and the mouth did not open, there was a faint echo of a devious laughter on the air - sounding more like an echo within one's head than outside it. "Kekekeke..."
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Apr 11, 2016 16:32:46 GMT -8
Edward continues to eye the spirit curiously. He isn't overly concerned by the devious laughter. He also isn't overly concerned about it resounding inside of his head. Plenty of creatures communicated telepathically. Though he figured he should give the creature fair warning. It ran a risk if it tried to probe deeper than his surface thoughts.
"Well the laughter doesn't really answer my question. I am Professor Echoes, I would advise against trying to read my thoughts. Well unless you are a spirits of the third order or higher. I exist outside of time and my perception is distinctly fourth dimensional. From experience lower level spirits who attempt to probe my thoughts get over whelmed."
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:18:54 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2016 18:21:40 GMT -8
Somewhere in the midst of the professor's ramblings on his superiority in regards to his mind and the like, the fox's head would tip a bit to the side, and a small bubble blew from his pointed nose that inflated and deflated with each breath coming and going. And when he finished speaking, the kitsune didn't seem to awaken. The leery eyes were still pointed at the man... but it seemed the creature may not be paying attention. And those tails continued to sway and curl about, never ceasing.
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Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Apr 11, 2016 18:24:48 GMT -8
The guard takes Megan's papers and looks over them closely. Finding them to be in order, he stamps them and hands them back. "Keep these with you at all times, they're important. And as for the mage...you should head to the Academy of Magic, in Travere. Travere is just down that road, keep going until you find the bay and cross the bridge. It's a couple of days." He waves vaguely in the direction of Travere. "Go on. You're clear. Enjoy your stay, and welcome to Gauldin! Watch out for inland albatrosses." "Right, I'll make sure these are safe. Thank you for the directions!" Megan puts the papers away into a safe pocket of her bag and leads Raulio down the road to Travere. |
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