New Isra
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Biography: This account represents the NPCs and locations associated with New Isra.
Registered: Sept 18, 2023 21:36:50 GMT -5
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Post by New Isra on Sept 24, 2023 12:32:08 GMT -5
As Guardsman Buffle approached the boat, his breath caught in his throat. The mist (so strangely dense today) had obscured all but its general shape from a distance, but the horrific details slowly emerged with every step closer. He stared transfixed at the craft, his eyes drawn helplessly into the twisting labyrinth of demented scrollwork. The endless spirals and twisted faces seemed to move with the swirling mist, twisting and morphing before Percy's very eyes. The figurehead was even worse, jutting out of the fog like a tortured soul gasping for its last breath. There was no doubt in Percy's mind that this little boat was demonic in origin and that the strange, horned figure upon it had sailed it straight from the depths of whatever fiery realm it had spawned from. His knuckles went white around his spear as he tore his gaze away from the ship, staring off into the mist for more of the terrible little boats. The dense fog could hide a whole fleet of demons, all intent on burning his little settlement to the ground. They'd set the buildings ablaze and eat all of the inhabitants, as demons were wont to do. What could he do against such a foe? Perhaps it would have been better to have drowned with the others, condemned to the bottom of the ocean and safe from the inferno. At least the ocean wouldn't flay him alive before devouring his organs.
As he waited, however, no infernal warships emerged from the fog to unleash their ravenous hordes. Instead, the demon on the little boat seemed to wake. Its thin, frail voice came as a shock to the terrified Percy, who'd expected the low, predatory growl of a monster. The demon introduced itself, claiming to not be a demon at all...but wasn't that exactly what a demon would say? Perhaps this was a scout, sent to reconnoiter the region before the main force arrived. Still, the weakness in its voice didn't seem to be an act. Percy had heard that sort of dryness many a time, the unmistakable sound of a tongue exposed to too much salt and not enough fresh water. If the demon (or not-a-demon) died of dehydration before it could be interrogated, how could the settlement ever prepare itself for the impending invasion? Taking a few cautious steps forward, Percy drew a waterskin from his pack and held it out gingerly towards the newcomer. His grip on the spear never slackened, and he eyed the newcomer with more than a little suspicion.
"Not a demon?" he repeated, stepping close enough to offer Nels the water. "We'll see about that. I'll have you know that there's never been a demonic invasion of the settlement on my watch, nor do I intend for tonight to be the first."
Percy decided not to mention that he'd only joined the guard patrols the previous month, nor the fact that the island had in fact never been invaded by demons. Newcomers didn't need to know everything, after all.
"Your name was...Nels?" he asked, not even attempting to pronounce the newcomer's last name. "I'm Guardsman Third Class Buffle. Welcome to Port Argentium, I suppose. Is...is that a weapon?"
He gestured with his chin to the staff, still not taking his eyes off the Nels' face. One false move, he thought, and he'd run the demon through. He could do it, surely. He'd never stabbed anything but a bundle of straw before, but how difficult could it be? People stabbed interlopers and invaders all the time. The tremor in his hand, he told himself, was surely due to a slight chill in the breeze. Not fear, certainly not. How could a Guardsman Third Class of the Isran Guard be afraid of a single dehydrated demon?
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Nels Óvættrson
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Skills and Abilities: Ritualistic Magic
Alchemy
Biography: The masses shifted as they looked towards Her, awaiting Her decision as she played with the broken pieces of Her horns in scarred and muscled hands. "Take no comfort." Her voice was quiet as it washed over the docks. None spoke, not even Nels as he watched Her faded gold eyes. "There is pain coming. I have tested you all, and I have found your strength wanting." There were no cheers of agreement nor rejections of this assessment. They had been broken on the shore, shattered upon rocks time and time again. They knew they were not enough for what was coming. She raised Her hands as the fog rolled in from the great barren sea. "I will scatter you to a million worlds. You will suffer. You will struggle. You will die." They would die anyways, the distant drums echoing for miles from those who hunted what they labeled hellspawn.
"But some of you may survive. Some of you may yet live." They boarded their vessels, things of blackwood and ashen rope. Familiar symbols and insignia's marked their passage. "So sail my children." They pushed off from shore in waves, black ships upon darkened seas. On the docks, watching their people leave stood Her alone. Her voice reached them even then. Nels heard sobs. "Sail, my children. Sail and never look back."
Registered: Sept 23, 2023 15:00:11 GMT -5
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Post by Nels Óvættrson on Sept 24, 2023 14:02:31 GMT -5
The ache of whatever ordeal Nels had experienced finally came to rest steady on his shoulders, and still he sat rather still. Swirling eyes continued to watch the guardsman, an equivalent suspicion apparent in them despite the way the salty air threatened to chap away the last of his faded makeup. Regardless of that apparent suspicion he was in no state to deny offered water and reached out with a manicured hand to grasp the waterskin, faded blue nail polish visible only because of the pitch coloring of his fingers. Carefully and slowly he brought the container to his lips, feeling life itself return to him with the lukewarm liquid as it washed away the salt and dryness that had settled deeply in his mouth. Though he wished to empty the entire waterskin, his eyes did not leave the guard as he spoke and he slowly offered it back with at least enough water for a few more small swigs.
Port Argentium. The words sat strangely in his mouth. He hadn't considered how firmly he could place names to at least vague cultures with at least the accuracy of a dart tossed at a map. If there was a port that at least gave him enough time to speak like this guard without raising arms? Well, it was better than sitting in this tender. Carefully, using his staff as an aid, he stood. His legs wobbled momentarily, protesting the sudden shift from who knows how long at sea to sturdy and stable land. The boat hardly shifted, having sank enough into the sand to remain steadfast to the motion. "A weapon?" He repeated. An image appeared in his mind of him trying with a great awkwardness to swing the unyielding gnarled wood with aching limbs. It almost made him smile. "No. It's a magical aid." Though still dry he found it easier to speak. His voice still frayed, but smoother than before. Carefully he stepped out onto the sand, legs uneven as the drier patches allowed his shoes to sink somewhat.
"And I assure you, I am no demon." He considered giving thanks for the water, but hesitated. Being called a 'demon' certainly restrained his interest in being thankful. He stood tall, back straight as he found his footing in the sand. Before Buffle was an unbent figure not easily cowed by the presence of weapons. "Nels." Pronounced like yells. "And if I were followed, it would be by refugees, not invaders." He paused, glancing towards the waters that vanished into the thick and unforgiving fog. No sound but the lapping of lazy waves permeated the air. No call of oarsman or the beating of paddles against surface tension. "They were just..." Here. Alive. The silence is the answer to whatever wayward questions form and die on his lips. Confidence drowns in it, and he seems troubled beyond repair. "Could you... Take me, to your Port Argentium?" He finally asks, swirled eyes turning back to the guard.
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New Isra
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Biography: This account represents the NPCs and locations associated with New Isra.
Registered: Sept 18, 2023 21:36:50 GMT -5
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Post by New Isra on Sept 24, 2023 15:40:24 GMT -5
Percy accepted the returned waterskin, giving it a curious shake to see exactly how much was left before clipping it back to his pack. The fact that it wasn't entirely empty surprised him, and he wondered exactly how long this non-demon had been at sea. He'd seen castaways washed up before, and they were frequently so dehydrated that they gulped down water until they vomited. To have such restraint as to leave some water remaining suggested that this stranger had either not been at sea for all that long or was simply instilled with a strong sense of good manners. Either seemed likely, as Nels' makeup and clothes certainly didn't seem to suggest an impoverished peasant. Still, despite his appearance, his behavior didn't seem especially demonic to Guardsman Buffle's untrained eye.
"A magical aid?" repeated Percy, eyeing the odd staff. "That's fine, I suppose. Don't go throwing fireballs, now."
He'd never been an especially well-educated man, and magic was one of the many topics of which he bore little familiarity. He wasn't sure what exactly the thing was or how it was used, but he'd heard some of the surviving mages complaining about how their magic didn't work quite right anymore. Perhaps it would be alright to let the newcomer keep it after all. Besides, it seemed as though it was helping the odd purple man to walk.
While he'd never seen a demon (or whatever sort of demon-adjacent creature Nels was) before, Percy was all too familiar with the look in his eye. The mention of others, the pause, the pain of loss...he'd seen it in every face around the settlement. Hell, he'd seen it enough in his own mirror to recognize it as genuine. Shaking his head, he fell silent, giving Nels a few moments of peace. Demon or not, he deserved that at the very least. The request to be taken to Port Argentium was met with a nod, and Percy waved a hand for Nels to follow.
"We're not far," he said, heading in towards the settlement. "There's a lot of people there, you'll see. Plenty of fresh water, and there's some food too. Come with me, I'll take you there."
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Kae Marshall
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: He is 19 years of age
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Appearance: Standing at 5'10 and with a toned build his most defined features are his ears which have a subtle blue to them which is strange compared to his brown hair. His hair is at a medium length way above the shoulder but bangs that go down to his chin, his hair is often tied back in a small pony tail or braids. His clothes of choice are often loose and/or fitted with almost always wearing a long belt that's looped on half way making it extend down the rest of its length almost like a tail. Their left ear at the base of it had a small cut into it, A series of tattoos of what seems like Runes is also adorned around their left tricep and bicep.
Among his wide range of clothing he does favor a certain jacket, some call it his trade mark. It's a dark black jacket that goes down to his belt, with a white shoulder that seems to be sewed on and made of reinforced leather. Its cuffs are rolled back once. It sports a hood and a built in mask that comes in from the side of the hood. On the back it presents a decently sewn in Isran flag, though pull back the stitching and something else rears its head. There are hidden pockets and sheaths all over the jacket.
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Equipment: He carries on him a longer short sword. The short sword was spared no expense with its flawless blade and its needlessly flair filled runes dotting across the blade. Most of the runes have seemed to give out but there are a few runes still active on the blade. Often stored in their back pocket they also carry a hand gauntlet that seems to only cover the front of someone's hand and their palm but not above the hand where it might be practical. The palm gauntlet is also etched with runes into it. He also carries at least a dozen senbon at most times, often hidden around his clothing rather than one place. Outside of the combat aspect he often carries a satchel filled with mundane items like his journal, some sewing tools, and some other knacks he enjoys.
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Skills and Abilities: Being trained by head marshall of the sun marshalls since around the age of 9 had him gain combat skills that some deem impossible for his lack of years. Though not nearly or really anywhere close to the training his father had endured, he is somewhat adept in those skills gaining them through a cleaner and more caring style of receiving that training. Outside of what his father taught him and what he picked up training with others who wanted to help his training. He has developed his own style of combat to which he feels most attuned too compared to everything else. Though a lot of his favored moves are those he trained and honed with his twin. He is also a known master of the light skin stare. A weird ability he's gained is cat-like flexibility, which does include being able to squeeze his head.
He also shows promise in music and sewing. He can play a wide variety of instruments but prefers strings. Surprisingly to all he also shows great skill in cloth. From patching his own shirt to even making entire shirts. Though this isn't honed at all and is rather sloppy Kae still shows promise in the field and enjoys doing it.
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Biography: Born as the son of Alden in Isra with five siblings, one of which looks uncannily just like him. Kae started life with the pinnacle of love and care and safety that most could only dream of. He had a happy childhood for the most part despite his mother never exactly being there. He doesn't talk about his biological mother. Given every chance at everything with gifts coming plenty he still chose to want to train in the art of combat. It was the day of blue blood that really drove him to pursue violence over anything else. He enjoyed his siblings loving each one differently but never one less than the other, though always biased towards Caleb his twin. Throughout his years he's gained many stories of him and his siblings going off on adventures and such. He often shadowed Caleb if he had nothing going on for himself.
Although his heavy combat roots and the amount of training done on him, he never really wanted a life of combat. He wanted to spend his youth adventuring for sure, but not sitting and stalking ready to act with violence against another living being. Now that he has grown more he can't help but want to drop weapon training and train to becoema tailor. But when he started having these feelings he felt he was already far too in to back out. So he went on with the path he was building.
At around 14 he started sneaking into fight clubs, mainly ones ran by a man going by Skel-o-tin. and going at it not for money but just a chance to use his skill. He soon got under the "mentorship" of a man named Ego. Ego taught Kae to be more flashy in his combat but not much else beyond that. This didn't last for long as the disappointment of those he cared about when they found out bared too much for him. After that he went on to go through a soft hearted phase to the love of many Isran young girls and boys. He spent the rest of his minor years mainly training and being a playboy.
It wasn't until his eighteenth birthday when he started going on more wild adventures, both by himself and with his close friends and family.
Allegiances: Isra, His family
Place of Residence: Nowhere
Registered: Mar 19, 2024 23:29:24 GMT -5
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Post by Kae Marshall on Apr 10, 2024 0:02:00 GMT -5
Kae had been drifting for however long he didn't bother to count. The sun had drained him, and made it far too hot to just lay in the tent. Though the temperature had changed since then. He laid his full body all over the raft, letting the small waves give him whatever excitement sea sickness could ever give. He had worked on his side project for a long time, but now his fingers all had different small pricks. He did his normal little routine to keep him active but outside of that there was reading, so he stared at the sky instead. He was in pain, he was sick, he was bored, and why are the waves picking up.
The sound of water hitting sand hit his ears, which shot straight up his head. He looked up to see the tide had taken him into a beach. He leapt up from his prone position and grabbed a piece of stray wood and started paddling. He wasn't going to needlessly get wet but he wanted to get to shore as soon as possible. The waves took the raft further towards the beach until eventually, with one last powerful wave, the raft hit the sand.
Kae almost instantly grabbed all his stuff and threw it off the raft. He grabbed everything that wasn't part of the raft and threw it onto the sands. Then he sent himself off the raft just as quickly, he landed awkwardly and ended up on the ground. Kae took a moment to lay in the stable sand, he had been on a raft for more than forever so hygiene was at the bottom of the bucket. After a long while of soaking in the sand he came to his senses. He then got up and pulled the small raft he had grown to hate further ashore. It wasn't too terribly difficult and after he slumped back onto the sand.
He was just going to let the universe pass him by for right now. But he wouldn't spend all day doing this. Kae was already thinking of what to do after he's done with his mental/moral break. But for right now he doesn't know whats around him and he doesn't care at the moment.
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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 Apr 14, 2024 20:17:06 GMT -5
Patrolling the beach during the day is a little bit of a guilty pleasure for Lady Naoki. The ostensible reason she’s out there relates to the beasts that crawl out of the water, and how every other day it seems that some half-dead soul from her past washes ashore. But the real reason she ‘patrols’ the beach is to take long walks without being bothered much. It’s good for clearing her head, and she enjoys the fresh ocean air and the sound of the waves.
Today she’s accompanied by a guardsman and a pageboy, the latter of whom is toting the picnic basket. They’re quiet, trailing behind ten or so steps. They enjoy these walks as well.
Today is a clear day. Spring is beginning to take hold, and the weather is quite pleasant. It would almost be too hot here on the beach, if not for the breeze blowing off the ocean. Naoki’s in the midst of considering how she’s going to get some walls built when she spots something in the distance. Pulling the spyglass from her belt, she fixes it and spies a raft. Near the raft, a figure, lying on the sand.
Naoki hums to herself and starts walking over. It takes her a little bit to get over there, but the figure is still there. She can see now that they’re breathing, and judging by those ears, and that build…
She calls out as she gets closer, “Is that Kae Marshall I spy, lazing about on my beach?”
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Kae Marshall
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: He is 19 years of age
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Appearance: Standing at 5'10 and with a toned build his most defined features are his ears which have a subtle blue to them which is strange compared to his brown hair. His hair is at a medium length way above the shoulder but bangs that go down to his chin, his hair is often tied back in a small pony tail or braids. His clothes of choice are often loose and/or fitted with almost always wearing a long belt that's looped on half way making it extend down the rest of its length almost like a tail. Their left ear at the base of it had a small cut into it, A series of tattoos of what seems like Runes is also adorned around their left tricep and bicep.
Among his wide range of clothing he does favor a certain jacket, some call it his trade mark. It's a dark black jacket that goes down to his belt, with a white shoulder that seems to be sewed on and made of reinforced leather. Its cuffs are rolled back once. It sports a hood and a built in mask that comes in from the side of the hood. On the back it presents a decently sewn in Isran flag, though pull back the stitching and something else rears its head. There are hidden pockets and sheaths all over the jacket.
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Equipment: He carries on him a longer short sword. The short sword was spared no expense with its flawless blade and its needlessly flair filled runes dotting across the blade. Most of the runes have seemed to give out but there are a few runes still active on the blade. Often stored in their back pocket they also carry a hand gauntlet that seems to only cover the front of someone's hand and their palm but not above the hand where it might be practical. The palm gauntlet is also etched with runes into it. He also carries at least a dozen senbon at most times, often hidden around his clothing rather than one place. Outside of the combat aspect he often carries a satchel filled with mundane items like his journal, some sewing tools, and some other knacks he enjoys.
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Skills and Abilities: Being trained by head marshall of the sun marshalls since around the age of 9 had him gain combat skills that some deem impossible for his lack of years. Though not nearly or really anywhere close to the training his father had endured, he is somewhat adept in those skills gaining them through a cleaner and more caring style of receiving that training. Outside of what his father taught him and what he picked up training with others who wanted to help his training. He has developed his own style of combat to which he feels most attuned too compared to everything else. Though a lot of his favored moves are those he trained and honed with his twin. He is also a known master of the light skin stare. A weird ability he's gained is cat-like flexibility, which does include being able to squeeze his head.
He also shows promise in music and sewing. He can play a wide variety of instruments but prefers strings. Surprisingly to all he also shows great skill in cloth. From patching his own shirt to even making entire shirts. Though this isn't honed at all and is rather sloppy Kae still shows promise in the field and enjoys doing it.
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Biography: Born as the son of Alden in Isra with five siblings, one of which looks uncannily just like him. Kae started life with the pinnacle of love and care and safety that most could only dream of. He had a happy childhood for the most part despite his mother never exactly being there. He doesn't talk about his biological mother. Given every chance at everything with gifts coming plenty he still chose to want to train in the art of combat. It was the day of blue blood that really drove him to pursue violence over anything else. He enjoyed his siblings loving each one differently but never one less than the other, though always biased towards Caleb his twin. Throughout his years he's gained many stories of him and his siblings going off on adventures and such. He often shadowed Caleb if he had nothing going on for himself.
Although his heavy combat roots and the amount of training done on him, he never really wanted a life of combat. He wanted to spend his youth adventuring for sure, but not sitting and stalking ready to act with violence against another living being. Now that he has grown more he can't help but want to drop weapon training and train to becoema tailor. But when he started having these feelings he felt he was already far too in to back out. So he went on with the path he was building.
At around 14 he started sneaking into fight clubs, mainly ones ran by a man going by Skel-o-tin. and going at it not for money but just a chance to use his skill. He soon got under the "mentorship" of a man named Ego. Ego taught Kae to be more flashy in his combat but not much else beyond that. This didn't last for long as the disappointment of those he cared about when they found out bared too much for him. After that he went on to go through a soft hearted phase to the love of many Isran young girls and boys. He spent the rest of his minor years mainly training and being a playboy.
It wasn't until his eighteenth birthday when he started going on more wild adventures, both by himself and with his close friends and family.
Allegiances: Isra, His family
Place of Residence: Nowhere
Registered: Mar 19, 2024 23:29:24 GMT -5
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Post by Kae Marshall on Apr 17, 2024 0:27:28 GMT -5
Kae stared at the blank sky, entranced by its blue bleakness. His ears snapped upwards and he took notice of that. But just as soon he ignored everything once more and let the sun hit his skin and the breeze take the heat away. He felt as though his body was drifting up and down but still stable to the ground, which he rather enjoyed compared to the real thing. He let each breath go in and out, he listened only on the waves and the sand as it shifted when a wave smacked into the beach.
He then heard humming, then started to notice incoming footsteps. Of course whenever he puts his guard down someone has to come over and try something. All he could do was lay still and see what would happen. Kae was now entirely focused on the incoming people, one leading head on while two others dragged behind. Kae started to think of ways to go about a scenario like this, take the first one hostage perhaps, just mow through them with the little energy he has, grab his sword and go for a more pirate strategy?
Now they sounded almost too close for a comfortable setting. Kae was ready and had a plan, using the fear of the Isran military he was never part of.
They apparently knew his name, not surprising with his blue ears and such. And it isn't lazing if you've drifted for more than who knows. Well plenty knew his name and had a wide range. Though the voice that it came from sounded far too familiar, giving comfort. Though that could be a trick of magic so stick to the old plan.
Kae then sprung from his laying position and dive rolled to his sword. In a fluid motion, with sand in the air from springing upwards, he grabbed the sword, turned to face the people, and yelled.
"ISRAN SUN MARSHALL STO- Naoki?" The sand had fallen half way through his threat. He could now see the full body of the lady Naoki, and others.
With a sudden smile, that was swiftly corrected to a grin. Kae Sprinted his way to Naoki, disregarding any exhaustion or fever he may have. He sprinted closer and closer until about 3 meters away when he screeched to a stop. The sand beneath his feet shot forward as the sudden break was in motion. Once the dust cleared Kae would swiftly throw the sword he was holding aside and quickly fix his face.
"Apologies Empress, just got a little excited is all." Kae said with as serious a tone and expression as possible. He was very happy and overjoyed to see his goddad- aunt... empress. But he knew fully well how Naoki likes to be addressed, or at least he thinks, he has been on no fresh water for awhile now and the heat. He wanted nothing more than to just hold her but natural training kicked in. He wasn't too worried about being not formally dressed for this, by that he means wearing a shirt.
He was tired, dehydrated, hungry, and sick.
If any of the people behind Naoki would get in between them, Kae would do the same just further back. If being charged he would not throw away the sword. If all went according to plan he would then speak.
"Did Caleb make it back?"
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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 Apr 21, 2024 9:34:38 GMT -5
Kae stared at the blank sky, entranced by its blue bleakness. His ears snapped upwards and he took notice of that. But just as soon he ignored everything once more and let the sun hit his skin and the breeze take the heat away. He felt as though his body was drifting up and down but still stable to the ground, which he rather enjoyed compared to the real thing. He let each breath go in and out, he listened only on the waves and the sand as it shifted when a wave smacked into the beach. He then heard humming, then started to notice incoming footsteps. Of course whenever he puts his guard down someone has to come over and try something. All he could do was lay still and see what would happen. Kae was now entirely focused on the incoming people, one leading head on while two others dragged behind. Kae started to think of ways to go about a scenario like this, take the first one hostage perhaps, just mow through them with the little energy he has, grab his sword and go for a more pirate strategy? Now they sounded almost too close for a comfortable setting. Kae was ready and had a plan, using the fear of the Isran military he was never part of. They apparently knew his name, not surprising with his blue ears and such. And it isn't lazing if you've drifted for more than who knows. Well plenty knew his name and had a wide range. Though the voice that it came from sounded far too familiar, giving comfort. Though that could be a trick of magic so stick to the old plan. Kae then sprung from his laying position and dive rolled to his sword. In a fluid motion, with sand in the air from springing upwards, he grabbed the sword, turned to face the people, and yelled. "ISRAN SUN MARSHALL STO- Naoki?" The sand had fallen half way through his threat. He could now see the full body of the lady Naoki, and others.
With a sudden smile, that was swiftly corrected to a grin. Kae Sprinted his way to Naoki, disregarding any exhaustion or fever he may have. He sprinted closer and closer until about 3 meters away when he screeched to a stop. The sand beneath his feet shot forward as the sudden break was in motion. Once the dust cleared Kae would swiftly throw the sword he was holding aside and quickly fix his face.
"Apologies Empress, just got a little excited is all." Kae said with as serious a tone and expression as possible. He was very happy and overjoyed to see his goddad- aunt... empress. But he knew fully well how Naoki likes to be addressed, or at least he thinks, he has been on no fresh water for awhile now and the heat. He wanted nothing more than to just hold her but natural training kicked in. He wasn't too worried about being not formally dressed for this, by that he means wearing a shirt.
He was tired, dehydrated, hungry, and sick.
If any of the people behind Naoki would get in between them, Kae would do the same just further back. If being charged he would not throw away the sword. If all went according to plan he would then speak.
"Did Caleb make it back?"Having stopped a fair distance away, Lady Naoki watches Kae’s ears. She can see he's awake, and remains right where she is as he springs to his feet. The guardsman trailing along behind her is startled and hustles up, raising his shield, but quickly realizes the nature of the situation and steps back. “Sun Marshal?” Naoki's eyebrows nearly leave her forehead. “I don't recall handing you a badge, young man. Impersonating Imperial agents is a very serious crime.” “Your punishment shall be severe,” she continues, wagging a chastising finger at him. “Firstly, get over here and give me a hug. Then, you shall be made to eat a sandwich at sword point, and made to down an entire water skin.” Maintaining her stern expression, Naoki spreads her arms. Off to one side, the page boy has the sandwich and water skin ready.
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Kae Marshall
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: He is 19 years of age
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Appearance: Standing at 5'10 and with a toned build his most defined features are his ears which have a subtle blue to them which is strange compared to his brown hair. His hair is at a medium length way above the shoulder but bangs that go down to his chin, his hair is often tied back in a small pony tail or braids. His clothes of choice are often loose and/or fitted with almost always wearing a long belt that's looped on half way making it extend down the rest of its length almost like a tail. Their left ear at the base of it had a small cut into it, A series of tattoos of what seems like Runes is also adorned around their left tricep and bicep.
Among his wide range of clothing he does favor a certain jacket, some call it his trade mark. It's a dark black jacket that goes down to his belt, with a white shoulder that seems to be sewed on and made of reinforced leather. Its cuffs are rolled back once. It sports a hood and a built in mask that comes in from the side of the hood. On the back it presents a decently sewn in Isran flag, though pull back the stitching and something else rears its head. There are hidden pockets and sheaths all over the jacket.
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Equipment: He carries on him a longer short sword. The short sword was spared no expense with its flawless blade and its needlessly flair filled runes dotting across the blade. Most of the runes have seemed to give out but there are a few runes still active on the blade. Often stored in their back pocket they also carry a hand gauntlet that seems to only cover the front of someone's hand and their palm but not above the hand where it might be practical. The palm gauntlet is also etched with runes into it. He also carries at least a dozen senbon at most times, often hidden around his clothing rather than one place. Outside of the combat aspect he often carries a satchel filled with mundane items like his journal, some sewing tools, and some other knacks he enjoys.
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Skills and Abilities: Being trained by head marshall of the sun marshalls since around the age of 9 had him gain combat skills that some deem impossible for his lack of years. Though not nearly or really anywhere close to the training his father had endured, he is somewhat adept in those skills gaining them through a cleaner and more caring style of receiving that training. Outside of what his father taught him and what he picked up training with others who wanted to help his training. He has developed his own style of combat to which he feels most attuned too compared to everything else. Though a lot of his favored moves are those he trained and honed with his twin. He is also a known master of the light skin stare. A weird ability he's gained is cat-like flexibility, which does include being able to squeeze his head.
He also shows promise in music and sewing. He can play a wide variety of instruments but prefers strings. Surprisingly to all he also shows great skill in cloth. From patching his own shirt to even making entire shirts. Though this isn't honed at all and is rather sloppy Kae still shows promise in the field and enjoys doing it.
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Biography: Born as the son of Alden in Isra with five siblings, one of which looks uncannily just like him. Kae started life with the pinnacle of love and care and safety that most could only dream of. He had a happy childhood for the most part despite his mother never exactly being there. He doesn't talk about his biological mother. Given every chance at everything with gifts coming plenty he still chose to want to train in the art of combat. It was the day of blue blood that really drove him to pursue violence over anything else. He enjoyed his siblings loving each one differently but never one less than the other, though always biased towards Caleb his twin. Throughout his years he's gained many stories of him and his siblings going off on adventures and such. He often shadowed Caleb if he had nothing going on for himself.
Although his heavy combat roots and the amount of training done on him, he never really wanted a life of combat. He wanted to spend his youth adventuring for sure, but not sitting and stalking ready to act with violence against another living being. Now that he has grown more he can't help but want to drop weapon training and train to becoema tailor. But when he started having these feelings he felt he was already far too in to back out. So he went on with the path he was building.
At around 14 he started sneaking into fight clubs, mainly ones ran by a man going by Skel-o-tin. and going at it not for money but just a chance to use his skill. He soon got under the "mentorship" of a man named Ego. Ego taught Kae to be more flashy in his combat but not much else beyond that. This didn't last for long as the disappointment of those he cared about when they found out bared too much for him. After that he went on to go through a soft hearted phase to the love of many Isran young girls and boys. He spent the rest of his minor years mainly training and being a playboy.
It wasn't until his eighteenth birthday when he started going on more wild adventures, both by himself and with his close friends and family.
Allegiances: Isra, His family
Place of Residence: Nowhere
Registered: Mar 19, 2024 23:29:24 GMT -5
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Post by Kae Marshall on Apr 24, 2024 23:59:24 GMT -5
Kae stayed still, Naokis eyebrows going like that was a sure thing of a damn bad mess up. Kae started to open his mouth to defend himself and to rationalize why he proclaimed he was a Sun Marshall. But he was cut off and would rather not speak while the empress was. Though he did not at all like the guardsman and the way he took a defensive stance. Kae shot a hard glare at the guardsman with only his eyes for a second then focused back on Naoki.
Kae simply listened while Naoki was handing out his punishment. He was not expecting it by any means and was shaking a little when Naoki started speaking, but soon loosened up once hearing what the punishment was.
"I apologize with any weight I hold in this conversation, and your punishment is as strict as it is fair and will not be met with any resistance." Kae said trying to remain as straightforward and monotone as possible.
Kae then approached the empress before quickly falling into her open arms with a small whimper. He had wrapped himself around below her shoulder so when he adjusted his posture in the hug he would raise Naoki up a little bit. If met with uncomfort from being picked up, Kae would swiftly bend his knees to allow the empress to be solid on the ground once more.
"I'm so tired" Kae let out softly while in the hug, his ears drooping to lay flat as well.
After a long enough hug that it was awkward for the guardsman and pageboy to just be standing there, Kae detached. After making sure Naoki was okay after a rather rough and heavy hug, he would then snap towards the pageboy and thanklessly take the sandwich and water skin.
Then strictly ignoring the part of his punishment that required sword point. Kae began biting deep into the sandwich taking chunk after chunk, only stopping to take chugs of water between bites. It was all rather violent and barbaric and all done almost directly in front of Naoki, but it was clear that Kae was too busy committing war crimes against bread to notice or care. It was not long before the entire sandwich had been devoured and the water skin on its last few sips.
Kae slurped up the rest of the water skin then tossed it back to the boy. He was gasping for air after all that, but now with a throat no longer dry and a stomach no longer on the edge of using his own fat to survive. He took a second with his hands on knees to breathe before fixing himself.
"Well... I'm burning that raft, later of course." Kae stated while flicking his left ear.
Though this all was weird. From his drifting he could tell this was no way to the city. In fact this seemed like a large island that Isra was not on at all. It wouldn't be weird to drift to a random island, in fact he had taken that into account when taking a boat with no sail. But how was Naoki here? He had just met her not to long ago and from his knowledge she had no plans of going on a beach vacation.
"Where are we?"
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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 Apr 26, 2024 14:57:31 GMT -5
Naoki embraces Kae. The boy needs more affection than he’s received, and she does what she can to compensate, laying a hand on the back of his head. If she objects to the rough treatment, she doesn't mention it. He needs this more than she does.
“It's alright,” she assures him. “You're safe. Relax.”
Crossing over the sands, Naoki bends to pick up the sword Kae discarded. She examines it for a moment before giving it a test swing away from everyone to loose any errant grains of sand.
She then goes to level the blade at Kae, but by the time she's raised it, the sandwich is gone. She shrugs, shifts the sword to her other hand, and beckons for him to follow her.
Starting back towards the settlement, she motions for him to fall in beside her, and draws a breath to begin her explanation. Naoki opens her mouth to begin but pauses, and turns to look at him. Kae is a bit younger than she recalls. He looks more or less as he did upon 20th birthday. He is but an adolescent lad, and the full truth is quite a lot for anyone to take in. But she's not about to sugarcoat it.
“It's a long story,” she begins. “Not necessarily a happy one. The short version is that Old Isra is no more, consumed by The Mist and the floodwaters. This settlement we’re walking to is Port Argentium. The first town of what I've been calling New Isra. We've been here for some time now, and things are progressing apace. The Depravity bore a great number to safely, and more survivors arrive every day -- like yourself.”
“As to where, precisely, we are, that's anyone's guess. These isles are surrounded on all sides by Mist, and the stars aren't the same as they were back in Isra. My supposition is a wholly separate realm.” With this, she offers a small shrug.
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Kae Marshall
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: He is 19 years of age
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Appearance: Standing at 5'10 and with a toned build his most defined features are his ears which have a subtle blue to them which is strange compared to his brown hair. His hair is at a medium length way above the shoulder but bangs that go down to his chin, his hair is often tied back in a small pony tail or braids. His clothes of choice are often loose and/or fitted with almost always wearing a long belt that's looped on half way making it extend down the rest of its length almost like a tail. Their left ear at the base of it had a small cut into it, A series of tattoos of what seems like Runes is also adorned around their left tricep and bicep.
Among his wide range of clothing he does favor a certain jacket, some call it his trade mark. It's a dark black jacket that goes down to his belt, with a white shoulder that seems to be sewed on and made of reinforced leather. Its cuffs are rolled back once. It sports a hood and a built in mask that comes in from the side of the hood. On the back it presents a decently sewn in Isran flag, though pull back the stitching and something else rears its head. There are hidden pockets and sheaths all over the jacket.
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Equipment: He carries on him a longer short sword. The short sword was spared no expense with its flawless blade and its needlessly flair filled runes dotting across the blade. Most of the runes have seemed to give out but there are a few runes still active on the blade. Often stored in their back pocket they also carry a hand gauntlet that seems to only cover the front of someone's hand and their palm but not above the hand where it might be practical. The palm gauntlet is also etched with runes into it. He also carries at least a dozen senbon at most times, often hidden around his clothing rather than one place. Outside of the combat aspect he often carries a satchel filled with mundane items like his journal, some sewing tools, and some other knacks he enjoys.
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Skills and Abilities: Being trained by head marshall of the sun marshalls since around the age of 9 had him gain combat skills that some deem impossible for his lack of years. Though not nearly or really anywhere close to the training his father had endured, he is somewhat adept in those skills gaining them through a cleaner and more caring style of receiving that training. Outside of what his father taught him and what he picked up training with others who wanted to help his training. He has developed his own style of combat to which he feels most attuned too compared to everything else. Though a lot of his favored moves are those he trained and honed with his twin. He is also a known master of the light skin stare. A weird ability he's gained is cat-like flexibility, which does include being able to squeeze his head.
He also shows promise in music and sewing. He can play a wide variety of instruments but prefers strings. Surprisingly to all he also shows great skill in cloth. From patching his own shirt to even making entire shirts. Though this isn't honed at all and is rather sloppy Kae still shows promise in the field and enjoys doing it.
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Biography: Born as the son of Alden in Isra with five siblings, one of which looks uncannily just like him. Kae started life with the pinnacle of love and care and safety that most could only dream of. He had a happy childhood for the most part despite his mother never exactly being there. He doesn't talk about his biological mother. Given every chance at everything with gifts coming plenty he still chose to want to train in the art of combat. It was the day of blue blood that really drove him to pursue violence over anything else. He enjoyed his siblings loving each one differently but never one less than the other, though always biased towards Caleb his twin. Throughout his years he's gained many stories of him and his siblings going off on adventures and such. He often shadowed Caleb if he had nothing going on for himself.
Although his heavy combat roots and the amount of training done on him, he never really wanted a life of combat. He wanted to spend his youth adventuring for sure, but not sitting and stalking ready to act with violence against another living being. Now that he has grown more he can't help but want to drop weapon training and train to becoema tailor. But when he started having these feelings he felt he was already far too in to back out. So he went on with the path he was building.
At around 14 he started sneaking into fight clubs, mainly ones ran by a man going by Skel-o-tin. and going at it not for money but just a chance to use his skill. He soon got under the "mentorship" of a man named Ego. Ego taught Kae to be more flashy in his combat but not much else beyond that. This didn't last for long as the disappointment of those he cared about when they found out bared too much for him. After that he went on to go through a soft hearted phase to the love of many Isran young girls and boys. He spent the rest of his minor years mainly training and being a playboy.
It wasn't until his eighteenth birthday when he started going on more wild adventures, both by himself and with his close friends and family.
Allegiances: Isra, His family
Place of Residence: Nowhere
Registered: Mar 19, 2024 23:29:24 GMT -5
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Post by Kae Marshall on Apr 27, 2024 0:52:10 GMT -5
Throughout the hug Kae would tighten his arms whenever Naoki would say words of comfort, at one point almost collapsing but quickly caught himself before anyone including Naoki could notice. He would close his eyes as well throughout the hug just focusing on Naokis comfort.
When the sword is pointed at Kae, he awkwardly takes a crumb that was on his lip and eats it like finishing the sandwich. He wanted to show some degree into it even if it was just a literal crumb. He shrugs as well and starts to follow Naoki closely, he doesn't feel like being far. If the pageboy or guard try to get close to Naoki for any reason, Kae would swiftly shoot an insane grin at them to scare them into backing away.
Kae snapped into noticing Naokis hesitation at him, he hasn't shaved in awhile maybe that is it? Kae continued to follow Naoki as she started speaking and would do so throughout the entire time she was speaking. How bad could a long story be shortened.
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Bad, a long story shortened could be very bad. Kae looked at Naoki looking for a prank-like look to come across Naokis face. Kae then stared at the ocean for a quick second, then straight forward. He had so many questions and he feels that most of those could be answered with his first thought. What about his father? What about his family? What about him finally being able to give Naoki that sweater dress!?! Though that last one was in his satchel next to his jacket... Which was still by the raft.
Kae would quickly try to snap the pageboy to his side and whisper harshly though quietly enough to a point where Kae would think Naoki wouldn't hear, "Grab my personal belongings and bring them back to me, run don't walk."
Where was he, ah yes everyone he's loved and known having a good chance of being dead.
"Well, fuck"
No matter what Kae would follow Naoki all the way to this Port Argentium, where he would likely get some more to eat before going to whatever estate that Naoki would likely own.
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