Selene
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: Appears to be in her mid to late 20s
Appearance: Selene has striking, snow white hair, with a very pale complexion. She is a buxom beauty, often fashionably dressed in shades of blue or white. She has heterochromia iridium, with one eye being a brownish red, and the other eye being a striking deep blue.
Equipment: Selene has a wide assortment of magical trinkets that she has collected. Other than those, her primary equipment would be her tarot deck.
Biography: Selene was once the highly respected owner of the Temptation Hotel and Club, and was once the enigmatic, fearsome Pale Lady of the Isran criminal underworld, able to sit with the Empress at her leisure. Now, she is the Captain of a small crew aboard a ship.
Registered: Apr 19, 2021 12:22:07 GMT -5
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Post by Selene on May 28, 2021 19:23:56 GMT -5
Selene gracefully accepts Naoki's hand, rising once more. Her eyes are narrowed, but she's smiling rather broadly, teeth gleaming in the light. "No, I don't believe that will be necessary." She murmured, as she strode towards the threshold once more. She traced her fingers against the barrier, as Selene gathered her magic. When she had scanned it earlier, she could feel the threads starting to fray as Venus no longer supported the enchantment. That made it perfect for the spellweaver Selene was to unravel it.
She swept her eyes, studying the enchantment. It was definitely of the infernal sort, but it seems Venus had, as seemed to be the case, done it rather sloppily. The spell work was poor, and clearly thrown together to work, not to endure. Selene grit her teeth, as she carefully used her magic to gently tug at the threads that bound the spell together. It was a bit slow, but she found a gap, and poured her magic in it, coalescing it like a ball, before she willed it to expand. While she did that, Selene pulled a loose thread elsewhere, and the barrier glowed brightly before shattering. Naoki could likely sense the burst of magic, much as the other magical denizens of the ship did.
The barrier seemed to fall like broken glass. The sound that it emitted certainly imitated such. Selene waved her hand, invisible threads of magic grabbing the remnants of the barrier before it could boil off into the atmosphere, adding it to her reservoir. She took a step over the former barrier, and was pleased to see that she now could. Her smile fell, but Selene practically radiated with excitement as she spun around to look at Naoki. "I did it. The foul enchantment is gone." She declared, walking towards Naoki again.
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: 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.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on May 29, 2021 16:24:25 GMT -5
Naoki moves away from the edges of the ship as she realizes what Selene is doing and looks on quietly as the white-haired woman works her spellcraft. Naoki’s not seen this particular variety of magic practiced before, and it’s not the ugliest sort of magic she’s seen.
When it’s done, Naoki claps, as that seems appropriate. “That works as well,” she says, nodding. “Excellent work.”
For a moment, everything is mostly quiet, save for the sound of waves washing against the hull. “In that case, I’ll see you there tonight,” Naoki supposes, starting toward the plank. “Bring your friends.”
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Selene
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: Appears to be in her mid to late 20s
Appearance: Selene has striking, snow white hair, with a very pale complexion. She is a buxom beauty, often fashionably dressed in shades of blue or white. She has heterochromia iridium, with one eye being a brownish red, and the other eye being a striking deep blue.
Equipment: Selene has a wide assortment of magical trinkets that she has collected. Other than those, her primary equipment would be her tarot deck.
Biography: Selene was once the highly respected owner of the Temptation Hotel and Club, and was once the enigmatic, fearsome Pale Lady of the Isran criminal underworld, able to sit with the Empress at her leisure. Now, she is the Captain of a small crew aboard a ship.
Registered: Apr 19, 2021 12:22:07 GMT -5
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Post by Selene on May 30, 2021 3:16:32 GMT -5
Selene nods, as the ruckus down below begins anew. "We will see you tonight, then." Selene says with a dip of her head and a slight bow. She waits for Naoki to depart, before bringing the ramp back up, it would not do for any crustaceans or other animals to climb aboard. After Naoki leaves, Selene waves her hand lightly, casting a very small spell to alert her if anyone departed the ship without her. She then heads down to the depths of the ship, entering the makeshift cafeteria, where it seemed a small celebration was occurring.
"Madame Selene," Lucifer greets with a deep bow and kiss upon Selene's knuckles. "About time you joined the festivities. Mercedes said you were entertaining a guest upstairs?"
"Yes, the former Empress of Isra." Selene responds blankly, as she gives Lucifer a kiss upon each cheek in greeting. The two have always enjoyed their games of exaggerated formality, despite having worked closely together for years. Selene scanned the room, seeing Obscura was already swaying as she stood, the shadow-stepper leaning upon a deeply blushing Claire, which did not escape Selene's notice. 'That'll be interesting,' she thought. "Empress Naoki has invited us all to dine at her settlement, where we are free to stay as long as we desire." She declared loudly, gathering attention from the others in the room.
"She's still alive?"
"Can we stay there, Miss Selene?"
"Do you know what food she'll have?"
Selene raised her hand calmly, quieting the rising clamor of questions directed at her. "Yes, for now, and no, I do not. Any other questions can be postponed until a later date. We can continue to enjoy the celebrations for a couple more hours yet, but I expect everyone to be prepared to depart within six hours."
"Has Captain Venus lowered the barrier?" Mercedes sneered. She could feel the spike of magic from earlier, but it was better to determine if the barrier had truly lowered. Lucifer shot Mercedes a look, but returned his gaze to Selene, even if he knew the answer. The others in the room looked at Selene with hopeful eyes, giddy at the thought of leaving.
"Former Captain Venus did not lower the barrier." Selene stated calmly. Everyone seemed crushed, faces downcast and sorrow practically radiating off of them. "I broke her spell and shattered that infernal barrier," she revealed with a small tilt of her lips.
Immediately, a chorus of applause and cheer greeted Selene's ears. Even Obscura, who was half-asleep on Claire's shoulder, smiled widely and clapped. 'Yes,' Selene thought to herself. 'I certainly won't let this flock of sheep depart so quickly in this new world. Perhaps I'll have to modify Venus' brand, if I can.' She took a drink offered by Lucifer, and smiled slightly at her crew. "Please, enjoy yourselves. We have a lot to do, but it wouldn't hurt to take a break and celebrate what we've achieved."
Lucifer looked at Selene oddly, knowing the woman's penchant for causing misery. Selene met his gaze and mouthed 'Later', and he nodded, before sidling up to Stele. Selene snorted into her drink, he'd need all the luck in the world if he tried barking up that tree.
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Ralf Valgard
Committed
The White Wolf
Roleplay posts: 67
Equipment: Ancestral Sword: An ancient sword passed down in the Valgard family for generations. It is made of a dark, unknown metal. Ralf could potentially channel magical powers through the blade, but he has yet to discover the possibility.
Steel Longsword: Ralf's preferred weapon of choice.
Hirhanic Shield: Ralf's special shield, a gift from his friend Hirhan. It can absorb magical attacks and kinetic energy, to be redirected at his will.
Mariah's Dagger: A magical dagger than can sap magical power from opponent's. Taken from the corpse of Mariah.
Ki'Gar: A traditional garment worn by the Varan. Ralf wears his like a scarf, but other Varan may wear them as capes, sashes, head-dresses, and more. Ralf's is blue, with white trimming, and white wolf's head in the center. The name VALGARD is spelled beneath it. Ki'Gars are knitted from Buunvar hide, making them resistant to damage as well as fireproof.
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Skills and Abilities: Warrior: Ralf is a strong and capable warrior, preferring to use a sword-and-shield combination in combat. Ralf's fighting style focuses on speed, agility, and opportune striking. He wields his sword and shield with impressive dexterity, and complements his style with the powers of his Hirhanic Shield.
Cure of the White Wolf: As per his bloodline, Ralf is cursed with a form of lycanthropy. He transforms into a werewolf, whose hide is nigh-invulnerable and resistant to damage. His speed, strength, and reflexes are greatly increased. Ralf has learned to repress his instincts, but he will unleash the creature if necessary.
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Biography: Ralf is the son of Volrun Valgard, the original heir to the throne of Valland. Volrun was killed in battle at Gripclaw Pass, but his lover Aesa Jojora returned to Asgeir pregnant. Ralf was born and his mother would rule as regent until he came of age.
Ralf, however, opted to travel the world in search of adventure, fame, and wealth. He also wanted to prove his worth, as his rivals criticized his bastard birth.
Ralf is well-traveled, and a highly experienced combatant, explorer, and survivalist. His friend Hirhan created the Hirhanic Shield for him. He also looted a magical dagger from the corpse of Mariah.
Ralf has opted to build a bustling trade hub for his people and allies on the Mistbourne Isles called the Twin Cities, straddling the Ildesian Strait.
Allegiances: Varan
Place of Residence: Twin Cities
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 21:05:09 GMT -5
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Post by Ralf Valgard on Jun 2, 2021 7:48:43 GMT -5
A favorable southeasterly wind had carried Ralf's longboat along the coasts for some time after leaving Neue Ritterheim. They enjoyed the smooth sailing, but had not come across anything of note. The first major landmark they would come across would be the Argentium River, and as luck would have it they would see at least two large ships docked nearby and a coastal encampment.
"Ho!" Ralf raised his hand, urging his men to dip their oars into the water. The vessel slowed, and as the sail was raised their boat came to rest. Drawing a spyglass Ralf attempted to observe the discovery. The men aboard shared feelings of interest, surprise, and curiosity: it turned out they were not the only individuals who had arrived in this new land. But who had washed ashore here? Only Ralf knew for the moment, and his accomplished grin encouraged his crewmates. His spyglass revealed the flag of Isra.
"Friends. Bring us closer."
The longship did not bear a flag of any kind. However, the Israns were no strangers to the Varan. In fact, the Isro-Varan had lived in the great city for a time. The mere appearance and construction of the Varan longboat was all too familiar to the citizens of Isra. Similar vessels had traded with the Free City since its founding. And so as it was before, they would trade once again.
Ralf nevertheless exercised caution. This was a new world - and he did not know what to expect. The ship advanced toward Port Argentum, but at a reasonable pace. He was more than ready to halt and answer any questions the officials might have...
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Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: Appears to be in her 80's
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Appearance: An elderly woman with a wiry frame who most notably possesses unnatural height, standing at well over seven feet tall even when hunched over her cane. Her hair is grayish-white and normally done up in a bun and her eyes are also gray in color. Her skin is very pale and has an almost grayish hue to it. Her nails are long, black, and sharpened at the tip.
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Equipment: She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others' spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish-colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for communication with others who own similar bracelets.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled at knitting!
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Biography: While the details of Grandma's past are shrouded in mystery, since first meeting Naoki she has served essentially one role, that of advisor. While her titles have varied as Naoki moved up the social ladder of Isra, her continued support, and assistance she offered to Naoki have never wavered.
Even following the destruction of Isra, Grandma continues to follow and offer guidance to Lady Naoki as they attempt to rebuild from the wreckage.
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Allegiances: Naoki
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 19:51:53 GMT -5
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Post by Grandma on Jun 4, 2021 1:23:40 GMT -5
Eying Venus with a sly look, Grandma shook her head slightly at the mention of restrictions.
“Oh, I’m certainly not that gracious Venus. The only restrictions I’ve held myself to are ones that benefit me in some way or another. I’m far too greedy for anything less regardless of how fond of Naoki I am. Still, I can see what you’re getting at. Too much restraint is what leads to the downfall of creatures such as us. Our appetites must be sated or we’ll simply wither away.”
Pulling her ivory pipe out from her robes, the crone raised it to her lips. Inhaling the sweet smoke deeply, she exhaled it with a long, satisfied sigh.
“I have no doubt they would reject such a thing if it suited them… As for the matters I have in mind. Well, nothing concrete just yet. I’ve only just got here after all. But soon, soon.”
Letting out a chuckle, Grandma bounced her cane from one hand to the other.
“I’m sure there will be some projects your consultation on would be prudent. After all, mortals never do react kindly to toying around with life and death.”
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Venus
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: Seemingly mid 20s
Appearance: Beautiful and stunning, Venus has long black hair and piercing green eyes. She has full lips, porcelain skin and a shapely figure.
Equipment: Venus has a gemstone ring that shines a bright green. The ring helps her channel her magic. She also has a pendant that does similar things, and has a few enchantments placed upon it.
Biography: Venus' past is about as enigmatic as the woman herself. She's been seen in the higher echelons of Isra's society, consorting with the High Adviser and Empress Naoki in the past. She's been found in ancient tablets of long gone empires. She's been seen lurking within the Black Vale, and many other nations before the Flood.
Registered: Apr 15, 2021 14:33:33 GMT -5
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Post by Venus on Jun 8, 2021 18:02:33 GMT -5
Venus looks around curiously, her nose sniffing out something.. It was faint. Very faint. It was old, though. Old and archaic, with a magic not unlike that of the eldest demons, but twisted. Tainted and made frail.. Unfamiliar enough to be concerning, but familiar enough to strike a note in Venus' mind. 'A cambion? No, there have not been one of those in quite some time. Unless it were from a different infernal realm.. Perhaps a darkened Nephilim?' Another sniff told Venus the answer to that was no as well. She could feel a faint hint of the scent upon Grandma, but it was but a few droplets in the ocean of magic the crone held in her aura. Venus narrowed her eyes, before she grinned at Grandma, paranoia retreating from her mind rapidly.
"Oh, my. You're already scheming, aren't you?" Venus accuses with a laugh, although she shakes her head and shrugs. "Then again, I suppose I shouldn't throw stones. We are quite similar in a number of ways, dear Grandma. Despite my thoughts, I'm sure you have no idea what I smell, do you?" She asked rhetorically. "I see you, Grandma." She said with a drawl. A wicked thought crossed Venus mind, and the demoness decided to run with it. "When your guest becomes unruly, do let me know. I'm sure I can assist you in fixing her rather stubborn deposition."
If Grandma truly had that heinous Blood Witch's disciplines in her clutch, she would only provoke the ire of other powers, or perhaps the very Blood Witch herself.. If Grandma held her, then Venus' decision became all the more clear.
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: 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.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Jun 11, 2021 3:45:54 GMT -5
A favorable southeasterly wind had carried Ralf's longboat along the coasts for some time after leaving Neue Ritterheim. They enjoyed the smooth sailing, but had not come across anything of note. The first major landmark they would come across would be the Argentium River, and as luck would have it they would see at least two large ships docked nearby and a coastal encampment. "Ho!" Ralf raised his hand, urging his men to dip their oars into the water. The vessel slowed, and as the sail was raised their boat came to rest. Drawing a spyglass Ralf attempted to observe the discovery. The men aboard shared feelings of interest, surprise, and curiosity: it turned out they were not the only individuals who had arrived in this new land. But who had washed ashore here? Only Ralf knew for the moment, and his accomplished grin encouraged his crewmates. His spyglass revealed the flag of Isra. "Friends. Bring us closer." The longship did not bear a flag of any kind. However, the Israns were no strangers to the Varan. In fact, the Isro-Varan had lived in the great city for a time. The mere appearance and construction of the Varan longboat was all too familiar to the citizens of Isra. Similar vessels had traded with the Free City since its founding. And so as it was before, they would trade once again. Ralf nevertheless exercised caution. This was a new world - and he did not know what to expect. The ship advanced toward Port Argentum, but at a reasonable pace. He was more than ready to halt and answer any questions the officials might have... Having been informed that an unknown ship approaches, Naoki has made her way here, to the surf, where a group of Legionaries, warned by the scout as she was, and curious souls, following the legionaries, have gathered. She waves the gawkers away, and the Legionaries stand ready as she approaches, ready for orders. The ship is still a little ways away, out over the breakers, and Naoki raises her spyglass, eyeing the ship over the swell of the waves. “It’s a Varan ship,” she says, recognizing the profile of their longboats. “I’d hazard it’s full of Varan, but no flag. She waves, beckoning. They can come ashore if they’d like.
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Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: Appears to be in her 80's
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Appearance: An elderly woman with a wiry frame who most notably possesses unnatural height, standing at well over seven feet tall even when hunched over her cane. Her hair is grayish-white and normally done up in a bun and her eyes are also gray in color. Her skin is very pale and has an almost grayish hue to it. Her nails are long, black, and sharpened at the tip.
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Equipment: She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others' spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish-colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for communication with others who own similar bracelets.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled at knitting!
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Biography: While the details of Grandma's past are shrouded in mystery, since first meeting Naoki she has served essentially one role, that of advisor. While her titles have varied as Naoki moved up the social ladder of Isra, her continued support, and assistance she offered to Naoki have never wavered.
Even following the destruction of Isra, Grandma continues to follow and offer guidance to Lady Naoki as they attempt to rebuild from the wreckage.
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Allegiances: Naoki
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 19:51:53 GMT -5
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Post by Grandma on Jun 13, 2021 21:21:50 GMT -5
Grandma raised an eyebrow in Venus' direction. She wasn’t sure what the demoness was going on about with smells, but she supposed she’d bite.
“What exactly do you smell, Venus? As for scheming, well. Those of our particular disposition would be dead of boredom if we didn’t. However, I regret to inform you my current schemes are rather bland. At least by your standards. What exactly do you think I’m up to that’s so interesting to you? I feel like I’m sitting upon a treasure I don’t know I have.”
Shaking her head with a chuckle, Grandma collected yet another shell from the beach. Dusting the sand off from it, she tossed it into her collection. Stretching her fingers out with a long sigh, Grandma let her gaze lazily slide over Venus.
“As for a female guest… That’s something much more in Naoki’s wheelhouse than mine. I’m sure you’re already well aware how fond she is of having guests over.” The crone’s eyes glinted with a hint of playfulness as she waited for Venus’ response.
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Venus
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: Seemingly mid 20s
Appearance: Beautiful and stunning, Venus has long black hair and piercing green eyes. She has full lips, porcelain skin and a shapely figure.
Equipment: Venus has a gemstone ring that shines a bright green. The ring helps her channel her magic. She also has a pendant that does similar things, and has a few enchantments placed upon it.
Biography: Venus' past is about as enigmatic as the woman herself. She's been seen in the higher echelons of Isra's society, consorting with the High Adviser and Empress Naoki in the past. She's been found in ancient tablets of long gone empires. She's been seen lurking within the Black Vale, and many other nations before the Flood.
Registered: Apr 15, 2021 14:33:33 GMT -5
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Post by Venus on Jun 14, 2021 1:43:58 GMT -5
Venus' grin grows, showcasing her sharp teeth and a newly forked tongue, that darts across her lips. "I smell a familiar magic, one that reeks of ambition and pain, dear Grandma." She whispers with another laugh. "Keep your secrets if you must, I'm sure I'll learn of them sooner or later. When that witch does start wreaking havoc, please let me know. I would love to crush her bones and feast on her mana once again. I do wonder how she survived the last time," she paused, tapping a finger against her chin. She elects to ignore the comment about Naoki, not deeming it relevant to respond to.
"No matter. In any case, I must depart, there are dark things within the jungle that I am hunting." She licks her lips again, eyes full of bloodlust. She turns away and starts walking towards the center of the island. Before she disappears out of sight, she turns her head to look at Grandma. "But remember, a pawn is easily capable of transforming into something so much greater. Do not let your desires for more create another queen on this island." With that, Venus is gone, the only indication of her presence being the tell-tale fragrant aroma of chocolate, iron and roses that seems to linger.
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Ralf Valgard
Committed
The White Wolf
Roleplay posts: 67
Equipment: Ancestral Sword: An ancient sword passed down in the Valgard family for generations. It is made of a dark, unknown metal. Ralf could potentially channel magical powers through the blade, but he has yet to discover the possibility.
Steel Longsword: Ralf's preferred weapon of choice.
Hirhanic Shield: Ralf's special shield, a gift from his friend Hirhan. It can absorb magical attacks and kinetic energy, to be redirected at his will.
Mariah's Dagger: A magical dagger than can sap magical power from opponent's. Taken from the corpse of Mariah.
Ki'Gar: A traditional garment worn by the Varan. Ralf wears his like a scarf, but other Varan may wear them as capes, sashes, head-dresses, and more. Ralf's is blue, with white trimming, and white wolf's head in the center. The name VALGARD is spelled beneath it. Ki'Gars are knitted from Buunvar hide, making them resistant to damage as well as fireproof.
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Skills and Abilities: Warrior: Ralf is a strong and capable warrior, preferring to use a sword-and-shield combination in combat. Ralf's fighting style focuses on speed, agility, and opportune striking. He wields his sword and shield with impressive dexterity, and complements his style with the powers of his Hirhanic Shield.
Cure of the White Wolf: As per his bloodline, Ralf is cursed with a form of lycanthropy. He transforms into a werewolf, whose hide is nigh-invulnerable and resistant to damage. His speed, strength, and reflexes are greatly increased. Ralf has learned to repress his instincts, but he will unleash the creature if necessary.
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Biography: Ralf is the son of Volrun Valgard, the original heir to the throne of Valland. Volrun was killed in battle at Gripclaw Pass, but his lover Aesa Jojora returned to Asgeir pregnant. Ralf was born and his mother would rule as regent until he came of age.
Ralf, however, opted to travel the world in search of adventure, fame, and wealth. He also wanted to prove his worth, as his rivals criticized his bastard birth.
Ralf is well-traveled, and a highly experienced combatant, explorer, and survivalist. His friend Hirhan created the Hirhanic Shield for him. He also looted a magical dagger from the corpse of Mariah.
Ralf has opted to build a bustling trade hub for his people and allies on the Mistbourne Isles called the Twin Cities, straddling the Ildesian Strait.
Allegiances: Varan
Place of Residence: Twin Cities
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 21:05:09 GMT -5
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Post by Ralf Valgard on Sept 12, 2021 8:58:49 GMT -5
A wolf-headed prow greeted the Israns as the longship came forth. Ralf Valgard stood at the forefront, hoping his appearance might jostle the memories of the onlookers. Some strongmen leaped out of the ship in shallow water to haul it ashore. Following their leader's example, a band of Varan warriors climbed over the sides of the vessel and assembled on the beach of Port Argentium. The Israns might recognize these long-haired and bearded warriors as raiders, traders, and settlers from the Overworld. They primarily sought to trade with the Isran Empire, but everyone knew they sold themselves as mercenaries as well, while many often sought to settle in new lands.
Ralf approached Naoki, a grin growing across his face as he approached. "Empress," he simply said before offering a slight bow. "These are strange times. But it gladdens me to see you and the folk of Isra here. Perhaps there is a place we can talk?" He looks back and glances at the Varan warriors. "My men need rest after their journey, but we might can find some work for them later." Ralf's offer was not only meant to be generous; he needed to keep his men occupied. An idle Varan could be prone to restlessness; without direction they might resort to behavior others might consider.... barbaric.
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: 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.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Sept 20, 2021 16:05:03 GMT -5
Looking on as the Varans disembark, Naoki nods, first to herself and then to the one who addresses her. “Welcome to Port Argentium,” she says, ever the picture of a dignified leader. “Indeed, but you’ll have to forgive my lack of proper hospitality, my tents are being cleaned and I’ve not yet had a proper office constructed. A yet unassigned home will do for us -- for your men I would see them to the Mess Tent, and then, if they’re to be staying for any length of time, tents, and then, perhaps to the construction effort.” Naoki points in the direction of each of these things, then turns to gesture to a page boy. He snaps to attention and listens as Naoki instructs him where to lead the Varan warriors. It may be a strange sight, a boy of not many more than a dozen summers leading a column of warriors each of whom is perhaps double or triple his size, but the page boy is uncowed and proceeds about his duty with the grace expected of his post. To the leader of the group, Naoki crooks a beckoning finger and leads him off in another redirection, toward the residential district, where rows upon rows of recently erected houses are laid out in a grid, and even as they approach, laborers hauling freshly cut stones and planks still trailing sawdust hurry to and fro. The arrhythmic sounds of hammers on nails and sawing betray the fact that construction is still very much underway. The trail that Naoki cuts avoids the worst of it, and eventually leads them to a seemingly complete house toward one of the edges. [Exit to A Yet Unassigned House]
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Wah Doobie
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: Adolescent
Appearance: He's a Kobold with brown scales and seems like a girl with how he acts and dresses.
Equipment: Wah carries with him a mixed bag of various stones he has collected in his life from before the flood.
Skills and Abilities: Wah has great power within him and can control rock and earth in various ways. His first major feat came when he was a younger child and his powers manifested for the first time and he created a landslide that carried him miles away from his home.
Biography: Wah Doobie is a young Kobold who lives with his father and sister, they used to have another brother but he left home years ago and they haven't seen each other since.
For a while, Wah has been training with Ralf Valgard but Skarlet has come to bring him back to New Isra and recruit him for her plans.
Wah must now learn to use his powers in ways that he has never tried before.
Allegiances: Doobie Family, Dux Skarlet
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 15:41:20 GMT -5
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Post by Wah Doobie on Oct 25, 2021 19:00:22 GMT -5
The young Kobold Wah Doobie walks down the beach until he reaches Port Argentium and keeps an eye out for the man known as 'The White Wolf'. His father hadn't told him what he looked like though or what his actual name was. Hopefully he'd know him when he sees him.
The wrapped-up staff that he was carrying had begun to settle down, but it would shake a little bit depending on who Wah was passing on the way. Eventually Wah would come to where the ships are docked and he noticed the one with the Wolf on the front of it. Could this be the ship belonging to that man? He looks around to see if he was anywhere nearby.
"Well, I guess I could wait here and see if he shows up."
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Valignat
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Appearance: Valignat is a 85 foot red dragon.
His wings are patchy with decaying holes. Wounds ooze with blood amidst a scattered hide of broken scales. The left leg is broken in multiple spots, barely attached.
Gold and red mana seep out of the wounds, slowly healing them. It seems like most of the magic is dissipating into mist.
Equipment: A wooden coffin bound with large gold and iron bands, held in one claw.
Skills and Abilities: Fire breath
Decay - Old wounds once healed by magic are now open. The remaining magic is enough to stop Valignat from bleeding to death if nothing else.
Registered: Nov 19, 2021 22:04:25 GMT -5
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Post by Valignat on Nov 19, 2021 23:21:56 GMT -5
With a feeble roar the Valignat crashed into the beach with a shower of water, blood, and sand. As the dragon tumbled one of its front legs smashed against a rock with a resounding Thwack. Rolling to a stop the beast tried to stand, but collapsed as the shattered leg crumpled beneath his weight. The dragon toppled over with a trumpeting shriek of pain, landed awkwardly on one wing, then began to thrash violently until finally tiring and lying still.
With slow and ragged breaths Valignat opened his eyes. The sun gleamed off the water as it filtered through a hole in the mist. Light refracted as it bounced off the patchwork of red scales that covered the dragon’s hide. Scales fell to the ground a Valignat began dragging himself up the beach. Blood flowed out of the broken arm, where a bone protruded from the thick skin, and streamed down into the surf.
Globs of magical aura puffed around the broken arm, attempting to knit it back together. But the golden mana continually dissolved into the air and turned to mist. This decay of magical power had begun as the dragon flew through the mist, fleeing his flooded home, clutching a pitiful piece of salvaged treasure. As magic left him, old wounds that had been once healed by magic reopened again.
Now only a small flame of magic burned deep within the dragons chest. He roared this time a bit louder and fiercer as he pulled himself from the beach up to the land.
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Norman Cleats
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Appearance: Norman is a tall and strapping young lad. His hands are calloused and muscles toned from several years of hauling lines. He appears to be in his late 20s.
Equipment: 2 sets of sailing cloths
1 set of land clothes
1 rigging knife
1 razor
1 set of sewing and splicing gear
1 medium leather drybag
Skills and Abilities: During his time as a cleat makers apprentice Norman learned to carve, cast metals, and work a forge, though he only ever made one thing. Since taking to the seas he as worked on the decks and as a yardsman. He someday wishes to learn to chart maps and become an accomplished navigator.
Biography: Norman's father was a cleat maker. As was his father's father, as was his grandfather's father. So it was with some contention from his family that Norman because a sailor instead. While the making of cleats was a safe and dependable job, Norman had never understood how someone could be content with such a monotonous existence. Sure, there had been the occasional order for an ornate bit of carving or gilding, and there was some skill involved in casting or forging larger gear, but mostly they just made plain old wooden cleats.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 15:13:41 GMT -5
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Post by Norman Cleats on Nov 19, 2021 23:38:53 GMT -5
Norman had been helping cut boards out of beach logs as the dragon crash landed a ways down the beach. The other workers began to argue and yell about what to do. Some ran. Norman's knuckles turned white as griped his axe, watching the monster thrash around. Norman knew that there was only one way to deal with a savage creature like this, but he wasn't sure he had the courage.
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: 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.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Nov 20, 2021 0:05:48 GMT -5
The roar wasn’t loud, as dragon roars go, but it was close. Lady Naoki was overseeing construction in what will eventually become the city center when she heard and took off at a sprint. Rounding the corner of a building, she sees it. Largish, red, but also bloody, having crashed there in the surf. That must have been the crashing noise. It’s obviously wounded, but not unconscious, and not so wounded that it’s incapable of movement. “That’s a dragon,” Naoki mumbles to herself before sighing. This isn’t what she intended to do today, but alright. “Stay back!” Lady Naoki’s voice booms with both a volume and compelling authority she rarely employs. “Stay back,” she repeats. “It’s dangerous, move away, go inside.”
Yet, as she says this, Naoki herself steps closer. Not close, by any means, but clos er, out onto the sands, with the intent to stop some 150 meters away or so. A collection of gemstones, taken from the pouch on her hip, are held in between the fingers of both hands, and one in the corner of her mouth. She glances to her left and right for the likes of Elizabeth Finch , Alden , and Grandma , who she expects would have heard the roar and will be at her side shortly.
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