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Post by The Winterlight Estate on Feb 9, 2022 18:20:34 GMT -5
It was at this point that Ava returned, practically materializing in the tent rather than entering it.
"Lady Eliza will see you now, Miss Blaine," Ava stated, in that dry tone that Moira may have come to expect from the woman. She tilted her head in the direction she had come from, gesturing for Moira to accompany her. "You can follow me back to the Op's Tent."
Ava looked next to Alvaro, sizing him up for the first time since his arrival at the gate. She was curious about the man, but a full report would have to wait until Eliza was finished schmoozing. "Anything I can get for you in the meantime? Food, water, a mender?" She looked at Alvaro blankly for a few moments before clarifying, "Medic. For your wounds, if you've got any."
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Appearance: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
Equipment: ----------
Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
With his magical items effectively neutered, Volkh has been searching for a way to subvert the limitations imposed upon him by the Isles, yet finds no such luck. Thankfully his sword has maintained its barest level of enchantment, allowing him to use it with his supernatural strength without destroying it in the process, and preventing it from dulling with sustained use.
Skills and Abilities: --------
Volkh's use of magic has dampened in the presence of the isles, like many others. Yet his keen mind, his ability to withstand severe punishment coupled with an overwhelming strength borne from his vampiric nature makes him a deadly foe.
Though much of his magic was robbed from him, he has centuries of experience in hand-to-hand combat and swordplay at his disposal.
He is capable of transforming into a large bat or wolf, affording him flight or an increased speed.
Last of all is a strange, magnetic aura. An attraction that tends to alert people of his otherworldly qualities. It could manifest as fear, interest, or even desire. Anyone of power finds it resistible, though would potentially feel the attempt to sway them.
Biography: ---------
Aloof and distant. Pleasant company with those he considers friends or worthy of his time, cruel and merciless to those he considers his enemies. He has no clansmen, no surviving vampires that had passed on their curse and no Fledglings of his own.
Registered: Dec 31, 2021 20:09:53 GMT -5
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Feb 10, 2022 11:08:16 GMT -5
"I will make certain he is well taken care of."
The Lord Volkh was a silent specter as he drifted through the entrance of the tent, the temperature almost seeming to drop by a few degrees. If there were any indication of the conversation that had transpired between himself and Lady Winterlight, he kept it impossibly well hidden. Yet a deal had been struck...so perhaps it was time to observe his new allies in earnest. For the moment his gaze slid over Moira. If she survived her conversation then he would consider her. Until then, it merely seemed a waste. After all, she seemed just as suitable a morsel to be given to the foul little imp the room hosted.
Fixing his gaze upon Alvaro the vampiric lord approached the fledgling vampire, eyes roaming with a hunger that begged no desire for feast or flesh. Beyond his immediate need for sustenance, his mind yearned for study. For experimentation. How long, he wondered, would Alvaro's absence go unnoticed? Not long now, certainly, but later? Considerations for another time. At the moment, he awaited their long overdue solitude. There were questions, first. Gentle probing that might reveal more of just what the white-haired whelp was here for... and if there were spares.
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Moira Blaine
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Appearance: With her red hair, slender build, and big, doll-like eyes, Moira Blaine is pretty by anyone's standard. It's only upon very close inspection that one might notice that her left eye is made entirely of glass.
Biography: A former agent in the employ of Isra's most secret labs, Moira was charged with watching over the workings of the inner government and keeping watch over the government's inner workings.
Registered: Dec 4, 2021 0:31:13 GMT -5
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Post by Moira Blaine on Feb 10, 2022 15:48:54 GMT -5
"Alvaro, then," said Moira, nodding along with the man's words. "That's good to know."
Everything he said fit with what she knew about the family, which meant that he was either telling the truth or they were all very good at keeping their stories straight. Whichever it was, it seemed that the family was eager to regain its former glory. Perhaps she'd consider throwing her lot in with them if it turned out that they had a chance of pulling it off. If more of them were like Alvaro than Vasco, then perhaps it was possible. From what she'd seen so far, though, she wasn't impressed.
When Ava returned, Moira turned her smile back on her and rose from her seat. It was time to finally meet the queen bee, it seemed. Finally, she'd have a chance to speak with someone important. As she stepped out, she glanced back and gave Alvaro a wink, sticking her tongue out at him before heading away. It paid to keep people guessing, sometimes. No sense in letting people know exactly where they stood with her.
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Alvaro Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 67
Appearance: Like most Correas, Alvaro boasts sharp features and long, wavy, flaxen hair. Though he has a strapping figure, it's easily hidden behind layered blouses, doublets, and embroidered capes. Alvar trims and oils his beard often, keeping a well-groomed appearance where he can. Just below a pair of long lashes, he has a couple of blue eyes that fade to black.
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Equipment: Alvaro is a political man and prefers not to fight if ever he has the chance to avoid it, but he knows his way around a few bladed weapons. This time, however, he has found himself with a singular dagger.
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Skills and Abilities: The baron's vampiric curse can allow him to change his form into several distinct shapes: a shaggy black dog, a vulture, and a centipede no smaller than his human form.
Alvaro's senses and natural strength are heightened considerably at night and gutter just as significantly during the day. He has excellent night vision that causes him to be blinded entirely in the presence of the sun. If in direct contact with sunlight, he burns.
The Correa family's shared ability is to create loyal thralls without having to sire them into vampires. Thralls are made with a bite that doesn't kill the victim; instead, using the blood that pours from it, they create a sigil that binds them to the vampire. Thralls share a portion of the vampire's strength and can still walk freely in the sun, though with a newfound disdain for it.
Registered: Nov 3, 2021 16:50:55 GMT -5
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Post by Alvaro Correa on Feb 12, 2022 19:19:57 GMT -5
Alvaro gave Ava a flat smile. "I am the sculpture of health," he replied, gesturing down to himself from his face. Indeed, the man had no lacerations or broken bones. Anything Eliza had done to him on their journey healed during nightfall. Even the paralysis had worn off completely after a full eight hours! “I’m stronger than I look. Promise.”
He watched as Volkh reentered the room while Moira departed with a cheeky gesture. His shoulders stiffened and it was a battle to try and relax them, but The Beast was coiled and wary around the other vampire. He knew why. Hunger was a friend he was well acquainted with; one that overstayed its welcome.
The younger vampire flicked his eyes up to the elder’s face, gauging his interest. If harm came to Alvaro, no doubt Maribel would find out as soon and avenge him, but was that good enough? No, he decided. No, for now, he wanted to live. It was a selfish proposal, for life wasn’t all that worth living, but it did get a little more interesting recently. He would use Maribel’s presence as a threat to keep Volkh at bay. More prevalently, he had another card as well.
“I assume that went over well,” he said, gesturing to the entrance of the tent.
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Appearance: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
Equipment: ----------
Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
With his magical items effectively neutered, Volkh has been searching for a way to subvert the limitations imposed upon him by the Isles, yet finds no such luck. Thankfully his sword has maintained its barest level of enchantment, allowing him to use it with his supernatural strength without destroying it in the process, and preventing it from dulling with sustained use.
Skills and Abilities: --------
Volkh's use of magic has dampened in the presence of the isles, like many others. Yet his keen mind, his ability to withstand severe punishment coupled with an overwhelming strength borne from his vampiric nature makes him a deadly foe.
Though much of his magic was robbed from him, he has centuries of experience in hand-to-hand combat and swordplay at his disposal.
He is capable of transforming into a large bat or wolf, affording him flight or an increased speed.
Last of all is a strange, magnetic aura. An attraction that tends to alert people of his otherworldly qualities. It could manifest as fear, interest, or even desire. Anyone of power finds it resistible, though would potentially feel the attempt to sway them.
Biography: ---------
Aloof and distant. Pleasant company with those he considers friends or worthy of his time, cruel and merciless to those he considers his enemies. He has no clansmen, no surviving vampires that had passed on their curse and no Fledglings of his own.
Registered: Dec 31, 2021 20:09:53 GMT -5
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Feb 18, 2022 13:49:26 GMT -5
"As well as any meetings with mortals go." Volkh replied calmly. Even just the prospect of a meal was enough to take the edge off of his immediate need for aggression. He had, for now, a simple source of the life-giving vitae he so desired. Although he hardly trusted Eliza, he saw little reason for her to betray him as of yet. For a moment he allowed himself to take in the sight of the fledgling as something more than an object. He appeared well put-together at the very least. Perhaps more tattered than himself, but that was simply the runic nature of his own clothing.
Lord Volkh drifted closer, stopping less that a foot away from the young man. "I would ask if your own negotiations were as fruitful. Her smell on you answers that." he suggested coldly. "and now you follow along obediently it seems. A pet to a master, is that it?" his mantle billowed somewhat, and for a moment it seemed to curve in a crescent shape, folding forward, in around Alvaro. Wings, ready to snatch him close. An arena of velvet meant only for the two of them.
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Alvaro Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 67
Appearance: Like most Correas, Alvaro boasts sharp features and long, wavy, flaxen hair. Though he has a strapping figure, it's easily hidden behind layered blouses, doublets, and embroidered capes. Alvar trims and oils his beard often, keeping a well-groomed appearance where he can. Just below a pair of long lashes, he has a couple of blue eyes that fade to black.
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Equipment: Alvaro is a political man and prefers not to fight if ever he has the chance to avoid it, but he knows his way around a few bladed weapons. This time, however, he has found himself with a singular dagger.
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Skills and Abilities: The baron's vampiric curse can allow him to change his form into several distinct shapes: a shaggy black dog, a vulture, and a centipede no smaller than his human form.
Alvaro's senses and natural strength are heightened considerably at night and gutter just as significantly during the day. He has excellent night vision that causes him to be blinded entirely in the presence of the sun. If in direct contact with sunlight, he burns.
The Correa family's shared ability is to create loyal thralls without having to sire them into vampires. Thralls are made with a bite that doesn't kill the victim; instead, using the blood that pours from it, they create a sigil that binds them to the vampire. Thralls share a portion of the vampire's strength and can still walk freely in the sun, though with a newfound disdain for it.
Registered: Nov 3, 2021 16:50:55 GMT -5
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Post by Alvaro Correa on Feb 20, 2022 3:11:37 GMT -5
Alvaro hid a smirk behind his hand. How could he expect the other vampire to look over such a thing? Of course he would figure it out. That redhead had probably done the same. "Is that how it seems, Lord? I would say that the entire congregation went over just as favorably for both parties." The vampire didn't take his eyes off of Volkh. He never blinked. "It is I who led her here, after all. She found herself lost in the forest. As any gentleman would, I offered to take her back. To keep her protected. Do you know of the deadly creatures in the wilds yet? They are numerous. Moreso now than ever."
The Beast screamed as Volkh's mantle enveloped them. Lines formed at the edges of Alvaro's eyes and mouth as he fought to control it. "Intriguing. Does your kind often disregard the space others would often reserve only for themselves?"
It wasn't quite a taunt, more about addressing the elephant in the room. Perhaps it would give him a chance to address negotiations, to put his pieces on the table.
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Appearance: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
Equipment: ----------
Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
With his magical items effectively neutered, Volkh has been searching for a way to subvert the limitations imposed upon him by the Isles, yet finds no such luck. Thankfully his sword has maintained its barest level of enchantment, allowing him to use it with his supernatural strength without destroying it in the process, and preventing it from dulling with sustained use.
Skills and Abilities: --------
Volkh's use of magic has dampened in the presence of the isles, like many others. Yet his keen mind, his ability to withstand severe punishment coupled with an overwhelming strength borne from his vampiric nature makes him a deadly foe.
Though much of his magic was robbed from him, he has centuries of experience in hand-to-hand combat and swordplay at his disposal.
He is capable of transforming into a large bat or wolf, affording him flight or an increased speed.
Last of all is a strange, magnetic aura. An attraction that tends to alert people of his otherworldly qualities. It could manifest as fear, interest, or even desire. Anyone of power finds it resistible, though would potentially feel the attempt to sway them.
Biography: ---------
Aloof and distant. Pleasant company with those he considers friends or worthy of his time, cruel and merciless to those he considers his enemies. He has no clansmen, no surviving vampires that had passed on their curse and no Fledglings of his own.
Registered: Dec 31, 2021 20:09:53 GMT -5
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Feb 20, 2022 14:22:21 GMT -5
It was a careful eye that surveyed Alvaro. Cold, calculating, he sought to understand the being before him. There was the spark of hunger within the fledgling, yet it was swaddled. Leashed. Whether by himself or the designs of another, it was as if there were something holding him back. At Alvaro's parry into Volkh's own potential social faux pas, the Lord raised a hand, his cloak sweeping back to provide the younger man some room. Dominance had its uses but for now they were, ostensibly, allies.
"My kind," Volkh replied, his voice losing the immediate hostility, but still carrying with it that edge. "Our kind. Differing strained of the same disease, but conceptually the same. I had not realized myself to be in the company of a gentleman." he grasped the edge of his cape, bringing it close to his chest in a slight bow, though the undertone of mockery did little to suggest a change in opinion.
"Here I had assumed I stood before a servant. I'll make certain to send for the finest of silverware. Alvaro, was it? In the meantime, why not regale me with the tale of a gentleman who rescued the no doubt defenseless Lady Winterlight and brought here her a savior? I suggest you speak quickly. I believe I hear the sharpening of stakes the next tent over."
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Alvaro Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 67
Appearance: Like most Correas, Alvaro boasts sharp features and long, wavy, flaxen hair. Though he has a strapping figure, it's easily hidden behind layered blouses, doublets, and embroidered capes. Alvar trims and oils his beard often, keeping a well-groomed appearance where he can. Just below a pair of long lashes, he has a couple of blue eyes that fade to black.
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Equipment: Alvaro is a political man and prefers not to fight if ever he has the chance to avoid it, but he knows his way around a few bladed weapons. This time, however, he has found himself with a singular dagger.
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Skills and Abilities: The baron's vampiric curse can allow him to change his form into several distinct shapes: a shaggy black dog, a vulture, and a centipede no smaller than his human form.
Alvaro's senses and natural strength are heightened considerably at night and gutter just as significantly during the day. He has excellent night vision that causes him to be blinded entirely in the presence of the sun. If in direct contact with sunlight, he burns.
The Correa family's shared ability is to create loyal thralls without having to sire them into vampires. Thralls are made with a bite that doesn't kill the victim; instead, using the blood that pours from it, they create a sigil that binds them to the vampire. Thralls share a portion of the vampire's strength and can still walk freely in the sun, though with a newfound disdain for it.
Registered: Nov 3, 2021 16:50:55 GMT -5
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Post by Alvaro Correa on Oct 14, 2022 20:47:22 GMT -5
The Beast within Alvaro recoiled and bared its fangs, but the man just gulped. "I'm not sure I would call it a disease. A parasite, perhaps... maybe even a shadow? Hard to tell." Maribel was often caught speaking to something in the dark. Alvaro could never see it, but there were times he could feel its presence there, within him. Even still, the nature of his curse illuded him. Here, however, he faced a very different demon. This one stared him down from above, not from inside.
If he could sweat, he would have.
"Well, there was a rather nasty storm, you see. I abandoned ship when saw a fire offshore and made my way to it. It was there that I met the dashing Lady Eliza in a tussle with a horse-sized mutt. With all the strength I had left, I fended off with her by my side." His smile was placid. It wasn't the truth, but in a way, it wasn't a lie, either.
"Does that tale sate you, Lord Volkh?"
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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 Sept 14, 2023 18:13:23 GMT -5
It was peaceful up here, just her, the griffon, and some clouds. This griffon in particular was a magnificent beast, and the training it’d received from the Dawn Riders was very evident in its demeanor. Rubbing her hand soothingly against the creature’s neck, Grandma smiled as her gaze scanned the horizon. Bingo. The sun was just beginning to set, but judging by the smattering of structures on the horizon, Grandma had found just what she was looking for.
Leaning forward, Grandma’s arms wrapped around the griffon's neck as if in an embrace. She whispered something into the creature's ear. With no further prompting needed, the griffon entered a rapid descent. Grandma’s clothes were sent fluttering, buffeted this way and that by the wind. Fortunately, her hat and a few other of her trinkets were stored away securely in some saddlebags.
Grandma had to admit there was a certain thrill to plummeting towards the ground like this. Everyday life in Port Argentium wasn’t exactly known for being eventful after all. Pulling out of the dive at the last second, the griffon glided just above the treeline. Now they just needed to… Ah yes, that would do. With a light flick of the reigns, Grandma directed the griffon towards a small clearing. Landing with a light thump, the griffon surveyed its new surroundings as Grandma slid off its back and began getting a few things from its saddlebags.
Her cane, her whip… It’d be a shame to haul out this heavy crossbow for no reason. Hefting it up she adjusted it before slinging it over her back. Oh and her travel bag, couldn’t forget that. There were all manner of goodies in there. Taking a moment to smooth her windswept clothes, Grandma produced the hat from one of the saddlebags and adjusted it. Satisfied with her appearance, she turned to get her bearings. The setting sun was there and the buildings she’d seen while flying… Yes, she needed to go that way. Murmuring something in the griffon's ear, Grandma began her journey.
The shift was almost imperceptible, but something had changed as the old woman turned away from her mount. Was it the glint in her eye, a lengthening of her shadow? Whatever it was, outwardly she remained the same, and yet… The usual forest sounds that had but moments ago been chirping and chittering fell deathly silent, a silence that was broken only by Grandma’s movement through the forest.
Her black boots trampled the underbrush noisily, the snapping of twigs announcing her presence to any within earshot. The old crone moved at an uncomfortably slow pace, moving through the now-dark forest like she was taking a stroll through her garden. Predators, thieves, even the worry of stumbling into a pit in the pitch dark of the night? Grandma was unconcerned by all these things as her slow but inevitable march brought her closer and closer to her destination.
It was time to pay the Winterlights a visit.
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Eliza Winterlight
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Appearance: Eliza is a striking woman of taller than average height. She owns a plethora of extravagant outfits, many of which she was able to take with her to the Mists before the flood, as well as a more practical set of survivalist's vestments.
She has long, wavy black hair, and eyes the color of a lantern's glow.
Equipment: Elizabeth carries little with her, relying on her magic to solve most problems. She does, however, have many items hidden amongst her outfits, including daggers and poisons.
Skills and Abilities: Elizabeth is a fearsome sorcerer, though not many have witnessed her ability first-hand. Unlike her brother, she does not often flaunt her power, preferring to keep others in the dark about her capabilities. She is a skilled manipulator, negotiator, and a known socialite, having taken on many of the diplomatic responsibilities of the Winterlight Estate.
She is learned in many studies typical of Komali nobility, and is highly intelligent, despite her frivolous nature.
Allegiances: The Winterlight Estate
Registered: Oct 17, 2021 21:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Eliza Winterlight on Sept 30, 2023 23:36:47 GMT -5
The thought came to Eliza in the throes of passion, slender fingers gripping her pet vampire's hair to motivate his tongue to work harder: Things were finally beginning to feel like home.
By the time the guards sounded the perimeter alarms, the sorceress' needs had been met and then some. The same couldn't be said of the wretch - but that was hardly her concern, now was it? Eliza collected herself, threw on a robe, and walked over to a stone basin at the end of a room to see what all the fuss was about.
She dipped her middle finger in the water, humming a few words of a twice-dead language and tracing a sigil across the surface until the waves sifted into the image of a front gate. She saw a woman. A woman with... oh, but that hat!
The doors of the manor billowed open. Eliza stepped forward, wearing a black robe of fine silk embroidered with the estate's filigree at its breast, and black silk slippers to match. A jade pin in the likeness of a stag's horns affixed her hair into a messy bun. She held a bottle of brandy in one hand, swinging it lazily to and fro as she made her way to the gate. With her other, she waved dismissively at the guards at the tower.
"Enough then, enough!" She chided with a voice that carried surprisingly far across the camp. "Nothing to see here, back to your posts. Good job, well done and all of that. Have a cookie. Open the bloody gate, why don't you?"
The guards looked at one another quizzically, but every living soul within these walls knew better than to question an order delivered straight from an Exemplar's mouth. The gate creaked, and the gates began to slide apart to reveal its visitor. Eliza waved a hand in greeting, smiling widely.
"Grandma, I can only presume? Brother dearest had told me all about you - but gods, he never mentioned your sensibility, now did he? You simply must tell me where you came by such delectable finery." She giggled to herself, acknowledging the moment of genuine praise. Such a rare thing to afford a compliment that wasn't just another lie.
She titled her head and raised the bottle towards the camp in invitation. "Please, come in. You'll join me for a drink, won't you? I was just about to settle in for a night-cap."
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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 Oct 4, 2023 19:13:59 GMT -5
Grandma came to a halt at the closed gate, listening to the sounds of alarm from the guards with an almost disinterested expression. They already had a gate, did they? Grandma wondered who the hell they were even keeping out in this god-forsaken location with it. Perhaps the forest animals? The sound of creaking snapped the crone’s attention back to the gate, it seemed someone had decided to let her in. Good, that saved her a lot of trouble.
Would this be a diplomatic visit? Or…
“So you must be Eliza Winterlight then…” Grandma recalled Julius had mentioned family and specifically his sister Eliza. It seemed her reputation preceded her here, something Grandma hadn’t necessarily been expecting in this new world. Yet she couldn’t claim she necessarily hated it. “It seems Julius informed you of me already, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Grandma’s voice sounded exactly what one might expect from an old woman. Yet it carried unusually far and held a certain clearness to it that one might not expect from a crone.
Offering a tip of her hat towards Eliza, Grandma strode into the camp without hesitation. Past the gates, she walked, apparently unconcerned that she was entering another’s domain. One that was potentially dangerous at that. “Back when I met your brother I was still wearing naught but some stuffy robes. However, since then I have found them nothing but troublesome for navigating these wilds.” Grandma made a vague gesture at the world around them. “I find this uniform much more… utilitarian. Still, I’m pleased to hear one of a higher class finds it well fitting.” Having closed the distance between them suddenly with her unusually long strides, Grandma offered the bottle Eliza proffered with an amused look.
“Perhaps your brother also let you know of my weakness? I can hardly turn down an invitation with a drink involved.” Teeth glinting in an almost too wide smile, the aura of something that was around Grandma seemed to withdraw slightly. It was hard to quantify. Had the shadow she cast been too long? Was the air around her actually heavier feeling? Was it simply a trick of the light that things seemed to dim the closer they were to her? Regardless of the truth, all these things seemed to fade away as quickly as they had first materialized at the crone’s approach. Her height, however, that was no trick of the light.
“I hope you’ll pardon the unannounced visit. I was doing a bit of travel and simply couldn’t help but drop by…” Her cold gray gaze swept across the camp and there was an audible clink as Grandma tapped two gauntleted fingers together. “Ever since meeting your brother, I’ve simply been oh so curious what manner of settlement was being built here.”
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Eliza Winterlight
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Appearance: Eliza is a striking woman of taller than average height. She owns a plethora of extravagant outfits, many of which she was able to take with her to the Mists before the flood, as well as a more practical set of survivalist's vestments.
She has long, wavy black hair, and eyes the color of a lantern's glow.
Equipment: Elizabeth carries little with her, relying on her magic to solve most problems. She does, however, have many items hidden amongst her outfits, including daggers and poisons.
Skills and Abilities: Elizabeth is a fearsome sorcerer, though not many have witnessed her ability first-hand. Unlike her brother, she does not often flaunt her power, preferring to keep others in the dark about her capabilities. She is a skilled manipulator, negotiator, and a known socialite, having taken on many of the diplomatic responsibilities of the Winterlight Estate.
She is learned in many studies typical of Komali nobility, and is highly intelligent, despite her frivolous nature.
Allegiances: The Winterlight Estate
Registered: Oct 17, 2021 21:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Eliza Winterlight on Dec 18, 2023 0:20:51 GMT -5
Dancing shadows, flickering just at the edge of her vision. Julius’ suspicions were correct, as they so frustratingly often were - this woman reeked of darkness, and a potent darkness at that. She wondered what agenda she held, what master she might serve, what wicked, withered heart might stir within her chest. All questions that would be answered with time, and with drink.
“Stuffy - oh, you poor thing.” Eliza pouted in sympathy, placing a hand on Grandma’s shoulder. The expression carried the same severity of a mother soothing her daughter, perhaps after being made to swallow an especially vile medicine.
“My brother gave me no such hints, I assure you. The man cares little for the finer things in life. No, it is rather the case that I can simply smell good taste from leagues away, Grandma dearest.” She winked, bidding the old woman to follow her deeper within the encampment, back towards the manor. “Your sophistication was quite wasted on Julius, I'm afraid. Fortunately enough, that dour expression of his isn’t present to sully an otherwise lovely evening - with an honored guest.”
Eliza’s ear perked up at Grandma’s inquiry. Gathering intelligence, are we Grandma? A sensible enough reason for an expedition. And Eliza was not fool enough to think her guest was any less perceptive - or indeed, even divinatory - than should be expected of someone of her caliber. Grandma would find the answers she seeks here, with or without Eliza’s help. No need to be cagey, at least in this scenario.
She turned to smile warmly at Grandma, walking backwards as if leading the old woman on a tour. “Well, then - far be it from me to keep your curiosity in suspense, hm? It would be my pleasure to sate any questions you 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 Apr 10, 2024 13:30:38 GMT -5
“It seems then that you and your brother's expertise lie in different areas. Julius seemed to have quite a few impressive talents of his own and if you cover for some of his weaknesses… Well, I can see why the pair of you are running this place.” Smile deepening, Grandma let out a knowing chuckle. Despite Eliza’s jabs at her brother, Grandma had no doubt the pair of them were thick as thieves. They were bound together by both blood and ideology. “The two of you make a formidable duo. While I generally advocate for choosing one’s ‘family’ based on mutual interests and alignment, there are times when those of your own blood are the most compatible. Almost as if by the hand of fate…”
At Eliza’s motion to follow, Grandma didn’t hesitate to travel deeper into the encampment. The crone moved with a strange gait, it was simultaneously leisurely and slow interspersed with sudden bursts of movement. One moment Eliza would have started pulling a little too far ahead for comfortable conversation and the next Grandma would be right beside her. Grandma herself made no indication that this was strange behavior, continuing her conversation with Eliza unperturbed.
Grandma didn’t even attempt to obfuscate the fact she was looking around the encampment. Other than the occasional eye contact with Eliza, the crone’s head swiveled this way and that constantly, her gray eyes glinting in the firelight of the torches.
Adjusting her hat slightly at Eliza’s question, Grandma stroked her chin with a gauntleted finger. “I do have plenty of questions… But let’s start with something easy,” Locking eyes with Eliza, the crone’s lips curled upwards in a mischievous smile. “What’s your favorite vintage?”
A billow of Grandma’s cloak in the wind was the last thing any of the Winterlight’s night watch would see before the pair vanished into the manor itself.
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