The Reverend
Established
Roleplay posts: 11 
Age: 77
Appearance: Standing at 5’10 and weighing about 160 pounds, the Reverend is far from physically imposing. His skin is tanned and leathery and he has a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. His eyes are gray in color and his hair is white. Most of the time he wears a rather plain brown hooded robe, but for ceremonies the outfit he wears in the profile picture is accurate.
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Equipment: The holy book of Ardorism, which is a very hefty tome that is gold wrapped and crafted out of the finest materials and enchanted with holy magic. Several ceremonial daggers made out of a variety of precious metals and materials. A pair of glasses that assist the user in detecting the presence of magic. An exceptionally tall ceremonial hat with matching pauldrons that are guided in gold, they are also enchanted.
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Biography: Known in the Balaton Kingdom as Archbishop Womodious, he presided over The Faithful while also offering his council to Prince Lylok, the young, presumptive ruler of Lower Pannonia. He had instructed Lylok since the tender age of 5, doing all he could to instill the values of a good leader into the lad.
However, Lylok wasn’t the only child he was raising. Several years prior to his appointment at the cathedral, The Reverend found an orphan left on his doorstep. While he could have simply sent them to the orphanage, he took this as a sign from God and chose to raise the child as his own. Naming her Zasha, after a famous Saint known for her patience, grace, and gentleness, she was brought up with the tenets of the church all around her, but Womodious did his best to never push her too hard to accept them all. Forcing the tenet’s of Adorism on someone who wasn’t willing went against all of Womodious’s beliefs.
Zasha and Lylok were similar in age, yet came from starkly different worlds. Through their mutual father figure, they had many interactions. Both learning different lessons from the other as a rivalry of sorts formed between them. Lylok succeeded in areas of the mind and wit, while Zasha routinely trounced her brother in the play yard, and always finished her chores first.
And then, the Holy Rain came. On the day of Lylok’s 30th birthday, at this point a beloved and just ruler. Womdious and Zasha were traveling back on a boat from missionary work and had just docked at the port as disaster struck. Immense amounts of rain, the likes they had never seen before fell, and the ocean came alive as if possessed by some demonic force.
Womodious didn’t know how he managed to clamber aboard the HMS Agamemnon, but took this miracle as a sign from God that he still had work to do in this life. With the nation of Balaton destroyed, he cast aside his previous title and his name, stating he was now solely “The Reverend”. He had lost Lylok, but he still had Zasha, and together, he wished for them to start fresh elsewhere. He planned to do all he could to keep Ardorism alive in what was left of this watery grave of a world.
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 18:26:03 GMT -5
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Pannoa
Apr 7, 2021 15:40:44 GMT -5
Post by The Reverend on Apr 7, 2021 15:40:44 GMT -5
Pannoa is a burgeoning settlement set on a lake in the northeastern part of the isles. Founded by the settlers on the Agamemnon, and the small auxiliary fleet that followed it, it is currently no more than a loosely gathered tent city and supply stockpiles. Plans to erect a temporary church and wooden houses are the center of civic conversations.  Following a river from the northern part of the isles to a large lake, surveying and prayer lead The Reverend to select this particular location with the hope it would shield his flock from the larger storms that might be present on the coastlines. Fertile land, fresh water, gently rolling hills, it was as though paradise and the land collided in this spot. |
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Lykon Tanthul
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Appearance: Lykon is a battered and scarred shadow elf, once prince of the City of Shade. He is roughly 6'2", rippling with muscle from an elven lifetime of training. He has silver eyes and pale, white skin with black hair. A haunted look in his eyes completes the appearance, and his demeanor is that of one who, having lost his purpose, now seeks a new one.
Equipment: Lykon wields an unnamed well-crafted greatsword
He wears a set of midnight blue plate armor, with the following inscription on the left pauldron:
"For Those Who Were Deceived
For Those Who Perished
For Those Who Survived"
On his right pauldron rests his personal symbol, that of a wolf eating the moon.
Draped across the right pauldron is the head of a winter wolf, with the rest of the creature's pelt spilling out as a cape behind him.
Skills and Abilities: Lykon is a gifted swordsman and decent shot, having trained from early "teenagehood" (relative to elves) to be a Nightbringer, the elite of the Shadow Goddess's Paladins, sworn to defend the City. His greatest gift is his natural insight and perception into his surroundings.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:53:29 GMT -5
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Pannoa
Apr 7, 2021 19:31:39 GMT -5
Post by Lykon Tanthul on Apr 7, 2021 19:31:39 GMT -5
Lykon stumbled over the hill, having been wandering around these accursed isles for nigh on a week now. He was filthy, his armor caked in dried mud and the odd bits of viscera from what he had managed to hunt. It needed to be repaired, and he desperately needed to sleep for more than an hour. He was used to a hard life, but surviving without any one else was a novel experience.
He paused as he took a look before him, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing the sight before him. Tents...people! It was among the most beautiful sights he had ever seen in this moment, and he dragged himself towards the settlement, waving his arm in the air to get someone's attention and hoping not to get shot on sight.
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The Reverend
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 77
Appearance: Standing at 5’10 and weighing about 160 pounds, the Reverend is far from physically imposing. His skin is tanned and leathery and he has a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. His eyes are gray in color and his hair is white. Most of the time he wears a rather plain brown hooded robe, but for ceremonies the outfit he wears in the profile picture is accurate.
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Equipment: The holy book of Ardorism, which is a very hefty tome that is gold wrapped and crafted out of the finest materials and enchanted with holy magic. Several ceremonial daggers made out of a variety of precious metals and materials. A pair of glasses that assist the user in detecting the presence of magic. An exceptionally tall ceremonial hat with matching pauldrons that are guided in gold, they are also enchanted.
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Biography: Known in the Balaton Kingdom as Archbishop Womodious, he presided over The Faithful while also offering his council to Prince Lylok, the young, presumptive ruler of Lower Pannonia. He had instructed Lylok since the tender age of 5, doing all he could to instill the values of a good leader into the lad.
However, Lylok wasn’t the only child he was raising. Several years prior to his appointment at the cathedral, The Reverend found an orphan left on his doorstep. While he could have simply sent them to the orphanage, he took this as a sign from God and chose to raise the child as his own. Naming her Zasha, after a famous Saint known for her patience, grace, and gentleness, she was brought up with the tenets of the church all around her, but Womodious did his best to never push her too hard to accept them all. Forcing the tenet’s of Adorism on someone who wasn’t willing went against all of Womodious’s beliefs.
Zasha and Lylok were similar in age, yet came from starkly different worlds. Through their mutual father figure, they had many interactions. Both learning different lessons from the other as a rivalry of sorts formed between them. Lylok succeeded in areas of the mind and wit, while Zasha routinely trounced her brother in the play yard, and always finished her chores first.
And then, the Holy Rain came. On the day of Lylok’s 30th birthday, at this point a beloved and just ruler. Womdious and Zasha were traveling back on a boat from missionary work and had just docked at the port as disaster struck. Immense amounts of rain, the likes they had never seen before fell, and the ocean came alive as if possessed by some demonic force.
Womodious didn’t know how he managed to clamber aboard the HMS Agamemnon, but took this miracle as a sign from God that he still had work to do in this life. With the nation of Balaton destroyed, he cast aside his previous title and his name, stating he was now solely “The Reverend”. He had lost Lylok, but he still had Zasha, and together, he wished for them to start fresh elsewhere. He planned to do all he could to keep Ardorism alive in what was left of this watery grave of a world.
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 18:26:03 GMT -5
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Pannoa
Apr 9, 2021 15:55:02 GMT -5
Post by The Reverend on Apr 9, 2021 15:55:02 GMT -5
It didn’t take long for Lykon to be noticed, the call going up that a stranger had been spotted approaching the settlement. Several of the younger children who spotted him went immediately running, no doubt terrified of his appearance. However, the adults seemed more curious than anything, some almost looking relieved. Perhaps the knowledge they weren’t the only survivors in this world brought them a certain peace of mind.
Two men, both armed with short swords and bucklers approached Lykon cautiously. While they didn’t draw their weapons, they did have their hands on them, ready to do so at a moment's notice.
“Who goes there! State your name and business!” The guard tried to sound forceful, but it was clear he hadn’t been properly prepared for a situation like this. Turning behind him, he called out to another nearby guard. “Fetch the Reverend, tell him we’ve finally encountered another survivor!”
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Jalil
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Appearance: A few inches shy of six feet, Jalil's lean, muscular form is of little note when compared to his bluish-gray skin, inked with a variety of angular tattoos of white. His single remaining eye is a cloudy-grey color, yet in spite of his ocular impairment he seems perfectly capable of seeing. Stark white hair seems to waver as if on its own, on rare occasions.
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Equipment: Jalil wears loose-fitting silk clothes that seem to billow dramatically, exaggerating every movement he makes. He wears fine jewelry, although its worth is questionable in the current market of lost souls. He carry's a short, curved dagger in his outfit, though it rarely sees the light of day. He's far more likely to utilize his Oud, a six-stringed instrument from his homeland.
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Skills and Abilities: Jalil's primarily ability is his speed. Although he lacks the raw magical power of his home, he can still summon enough speed to dodge the worst of a sword blow, or deliver a nasty strike with his blade when necessary.
He can on occasion create small gusts of air, and his voice and music seem to carry further than one might expect.
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Biography: Jalil is from a homeland far removed from the watery oblivion he found himself in so recently. A djinn of some power, he found himself surprisingly overjoyed to be stripped of his powers. A genie who can do little more than stir some leaves, finds far less intrusion and potential masters than one who could grant a wish.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 20:38:37 GMT -5
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Pannoa
Apr 12, 2021 20:07:03 GMT -5
Post by Jalil on Apr 12, 2021 20:07:03 GMT -5
These things always did happen in threes, didn't they? Whether it was deaths, wanderers, or wishes, three was the magic number. Behind Lykon, another man soon appeared, walking down the road as he whistled merrily a tune long forgotten. He eyed the guards as he approached, opening his arms welcomingly, as if they were the ones who had come into his own presence.
"Survivors!" he exclaimed, giving a brilliant, charming grin. He couldn't claim to have had much more luck that the man that had preceded him. In fact, he was fairly certain he should have noticed the man, or the man him, if they had truly been travelling so close to one another. This world was a peculiar one, he could sense that much. Yet it seemed almost reluctant to allow them to meet. In spite of it, however, he was glad to see someone. Approaching he placed a light hand on the elf's shoulder.
"Please, my friends, an exhausted traveler should be met with drink not suspicion! Might I add that I'm quite a weary traveler myself?"
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Ji-Min
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: Unknown
Appearance: As a celestial vulx, Ji-Min carries a phantasmic, eerie appearance even among her kind: hair like moonlight, a bushel of three tails, and a menagerie of tattoos that dance about her skin as though they were alive as she. She's also a head taller than other vulx, rising to be as tall as most human women. She wears a mask atop her head that will, under certain circumstances, change shape: one into a fox, the other into a human, both blank. She wears silken robes that are too large, and beneath that, a complex layering of undergarments unsuited for the isles.
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Equipment: Ji Min uses the two wakizashi painted into her skin for combat. Otherwise, she has little in the way of adventurer's tools: only a waterskin and another leather pouch for food. Around her neck, hidden beneath her collar, is a necklace wound tightly around a pearl.
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Skills and Abilities: Being the celestial yokai of winter, Ji Min has varying, if subdued, powers over the themes of frost.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 21:27:50 GMT -5
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Pannoa
Apr 12, 2021 20:39:56 GMT -5
Post by Ji-Min on Apr 12, 2021 20:39:56 GMT -5
The journey had been difficult and harrowing, even for a vulx, whose very being was entwined with the wilds. First, they'd gone by a slaughter, then Khepri decided that she wanted to scout around. Thankfully, she pointed out something she had spotted in the distance, noting a lake, before leaving. After that, Kroe also decided to take off for reasons he could only grunt about! Ji-Min stifled a sigh, deciding instead to be ecstatic at the prospect of making contact with others, even if they were strangers. After all, they were strangers with a camp! An entire camp! Perhaps they had something sweet to eat and drink. It had been far too long since she'd had lotus tea or ripe lychee! She lamented at the thought that she might never see it again, but a flicker of hope was there!
Running along in her linen-sack blouse and breeches, still stained from the plums that had become rotten before they could eat them all, Ji-Min approached, a sack filled with items strapped to her back. Her slit eyes seemed all a frosty blue at first, but if one looked closely was she looked around, they would spot the whites at the very edges of her eyes. With them, she spotted the blue lad speaking to one of those pointy-eared fellows- an elf, perhaps? Kroe had spoken of them from time to time, but she had never met one. In their midst, an intimidating elder whose voice made her pale ears swivel.
With one hand raised up to her lips, she sang, "As am I, but I do not arrive with this stranger."
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Lykon Tanthul
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Appearance: Lykon is a battered and scarred shadow elf, once prince of the City of Shade. He is roughly 6'2", rippling with muscle from an elven lifetime of training. He has silver eyes and pale, white skin with black hair. A haunted look in his eyes completes the appearance, and his demeanor is that of one who, having lost his purpose, now seeks a new one.
Equipment: Lykon wields an unnamed well-crafted greatsword
He wears a set of midnight blue plate armor, with the following inscription on the left pauldron:
"For Those Who Were Deceived
For Those Who Perished
For Those Who Survived"
On his right pauldron rests his personal symbol, that of a wolf eating the moon.
Draped across the right pauldron is the head of a winter wolf, with the rest of the creature's pelt spilling out as a cape behind him.
Skills and Abilities: Lykon is a gifted swordsman and decent shot, having trained from early "teenagehood" (relative to elves) to be a Nightbringer, the elite of the Shadow Goddess's Paladins, sworn to defend the City. His greatest gift is his natural insight and perception into his surroundings.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:53:29 GMT -5
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Pannoa
Apr 13, 2021 17:59:13 GMT -5
Post by Lykon Tanthul on Apr 13, 2021 17:59:13 GMT -5
It didn’t take long for Lykon to be noticed, the call going up that a stranger had been spotted approaching the settlement. Several of the younger children who spotted him went immediately running, no doubt terrified of his appearance. However, the adults seemed more curious than anything, some almost looking relieved. Perhaps the knowledge they weren’t the only survivors in this world brought them a certain peace of mind. Two men, both armed with short swords and bucklers approached Lykon cautiously. While they didn’t draw their weapons, they did have their hands on them, ready to do so at a moment's notice. “Who goes there! State your name and business!” The guard tried to sound forceful, but it was clear he hadn’t been properly prepared for a situation like this. Turning behind him, he called out to another nearby guard. “Fetch the Reverend, tell him we’ve finally encountered another survivor!” Lykon's own hand rested on his sword for a moment before lowering his hand. These guards were right to be suspicious. Even clean, his appearance was far from friendly on the best of days. "Lykon Tanthul, my business, for the moment is...survival, I suppose." He said, voice weary but strong. He heard the approach from behind him, felt the weight of the hand through his pauldron. The man's demeanor was disarming, friendly in nature, and it took a great deal of self-control for Lykon to not roll his eyes. These were not the same people he had been dealing before his disappearance into the mist, and they deserved not to be immediately distrusted. "A drink would be...a comfort beyond what I expected. Well met stranger." He said nodding at the strange-eared woman who had just appeared. "It would seem fate has put us all here at the same time." |
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Zasha Tolstov
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Appearance: Zasha is a lithe and lanky woman, standing a good 6' 5" tall. She is almost purely muscle, with an aggressive stance to match. Her bleached hair remains in a ponytail with long bangs and an severe undercut. Tattoos of various rules and symbols seem etched into her arms and shoulders. Each one radiates a green energy that grows in intensity to match her temper.
She wears a jumpsuit with the top pulled down and tied around her waist, with the legs tucked into calf high stockings. A pair of reinforced gloves and goggles never leave her side.
Equipment: · Reinforced gloves with built in brass knuckles
· Goggles with sea glass green lenses
· Blessed bandana usually tied around her right arm
. Earnings made from the teeth of a wild beast
· Steel skinning knife
· Heavy crossbow
Skills and Abilities: Zasha is a master of boxing and martial arts. Her particular school focused on overwhelming offensive manoeuvres and an almost dance-like agility. Her dexterity and poise are honed to a fine art.
A lifetime of service to The Reverend gives Zasha token book knowledge of a few academic subjects. Her particular passion concerns history and labour rights movements.
In addition, Zasha believes herself to be possessed by a spirit that enhances her aggressive actions and attitudes.
Biography: "My name is Zasha Tolstov", at least that is what a handwritten card left in the basket with her claimed. As a baby, Tolstov arrived in a wicker basket on the front step of The Reverend's home. He took the baby in and raised her as his protege and helper, watching in awe as she grew tall quickly. Her physical prowess was evident from a young age after she protected The Reverend from a band of would be thevies.
Since her youth, she has been a constant companion to The Reverend, helping him serve the sizeable flock which attended his cathedral. No spare moment would see waste as Zasha worked and trained wherever she could.
Now, following the total destruction of her old homeland, Zasha finds herself possessed by some spirit, invisible to all but her and The Reverend.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 15:52:20 GMT -5
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Pannoa
Apr 13, 2021 19:25:34 GMT -5
Post by Zasha Tolstov on Apr 13, 2021 19:25:34 GMT -5
The two guards nod to one another as the shorter of the two runs off, puffing under his breath towards the tent town. A few awkwards minutes pass with the remaining guard looking between the three new arrivals. What few survivors had been found did not look as downright magical as some of the sights before him. The one with the fuzzy ears gives him the most pause. Grandmother always told stories about woodland sprites and spirits, was this one of them? The swordsman seemed to relax his guard a bit, but that blade had seen recent work… This was not like inspecting cargo at home one bit.
The sounds of life echoing over the hills behind the posse suggest the first murmurs of breakfast. Wafting plumes of smoke laze upwards towards the sky. Gradually, the smell of cooking meat mingles with the morning breeze. The scent of flowers is ever present. Orderly rows of tents spit out individuals, families, and small bands of people at regular intervals until all is abuzz with morning chores.
The few refugees who notice the band of strangers at the outskirts of their settlement give it but a moment of attention as they see a figure, easily a head taller than the most vertically blessed man, stroll her way through the camp. She takes her time to finish a tankard of some liquid, greeting a few of her fellow Pannoans along the way.
Once she is within a charitable range to do so, the woman spreads her arms wide. With a mighty whoosh, her forearms burst into sickly teal-green flames. Her casual stride resumes, only stopping once she is but a few meters away from the three guests. The guardsman takes this as a sign to take his leave, walking backwards away from the affair.
“Welcome, my three friends, to our humble camp.” Her voice is rough, like boots over loose gravel, but the smile on her face is unmistakably genuine.
“Let’s see, I have the privilege of welcoming one Lykon Tanthul,” the lanky woman nods to the swordsman, “But I guess my friends Tosh and Bosh didn’t see fit to gather the rest of your names, eh? I’ll have to make sure they get the memo on hospitality.”
The flames lick away at the wrappings around her forearms. There does not appear to be any pain or structural damage following their coursing tongues playing over what seems to be several deeply carved runes coating her flesh.
“My name is Zasha Tostov. Sorta the de facto ambassador of Pannoa today. Not really a whole lot to ambassador for yet, but I’m hoping I’ll get to build myself a nice big house on my days off! Maybe I could host a luncheon or something bureaucratic like that.”
Zasha crosses her arms loosely in front of her, blowing away a tuft of hair that fell into her eyes following the updraft of her fiery display. Her manner of dress is anything but diplomatic or suggestive of her state position. A one piece set of grey coveralls, the top part rolled down and tied around her waist, tucks roughly into heavy black boots. An orange tunic, sized far too small and cut off right where it is decent, leaves plenty of room to show off further runes and tattoos. Every exposed inch of Zasha shows off a physique more accustomed to street combat and the duties of a longshoreman than wining, dining, or negotiating. She stands with purpose, feet steady so as to not be caught off balance if the threat should. The comfort and control Zasha shows over her frame is notable.
“I’ve got a tankard of caravan tea here, and far more of that back at my kitchen, if you’d like to tag along? Would love to get the other two of you to share your names first. Always nice to know who you’re dealing with these days,” she smiles with a wink.
The woman slowly brushes the fires out on her arms, swapping her gaze from Jalil to Ji-Min and back again. Something about the way these three stood gave her a hint at their acquaintanceships, or lack thereof. The taller one, with the one good eye, seems jocular towards the one with the sword. A connection from the road, perhaps? The tiny one with the ears came out and declared herself a solo traveller. It was a bit strange to see three strangers stumble right up to the camp.
“Nothing too formal like, just names and what you feel like sharing. I’ll make record of all that official type stuff once we get you to see The Reverend.”
The way she says that title, The Reverend, suggests something more than a modicum of respect.
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Jalil
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Appearance: A few inches shy of six feet, Jalil's lean, muscular form is of little note when compared to his bluish-gray skin, inked with a variety of angular tattoos of white. His single remaining eye is a cloudy-grey color, yet in spite of his ocular impairment he seems perfectly capable of seeing. Stark white hair seems to waver as if on its own, on rare occasions.
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Equipment: Jalil wears loose-fitting silk clothes that seem to billow dramatically, exaggerating every movement he makes. He wears fine jewelry, although its worth is questionable in the current market of lost souls. He carry's a short, curved dagger in his outfit, though it rarely sees the light of day. He's far more likely to utilize his Oud, a six-stringed instrument from his homeland.
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Skills and Abilities: Jalil's primarily ability is his speed. Although he lacks the raw magical power of his home, he can still summon enough speed to dodge the worst of a sword blow, or deliver a nasty strike with his blade when necessary.
He can on occasion create small gusts of air, and his voice and music seem to carry further than one might expect.
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Biography: Jalil is from a homeland far removed from the watery oblivion he found himself in so recently. A djinn of some power, he found himself surprisingly overjoyed to be stripped of his powers. A genie who can do little more than stir some leaves, finds far less intrusion and potential masters than one who could grant a wish.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 20:38:37 GMT -5
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Pannoa
Apr 13, 2021 19:56:00 GMT -5
Post by Jalil on Apr 13, 2021 19:56:00 GMT -5
Such a display! It would have been the talk of any noble's court, and in such humble surroundings! The woman who stood before them commanded, no demanded, their attention, and Jalil was in no rush to keep his attention to himself. The flames that licked along her arms, her grandiose size and display of force, he was reminded of the Ifriti of his homeland. No the most pleasant of comparisons, considering the genie's propensity for violence and cruelty, but none could deny the raw visual aspect of their existence.
"I am Jalil, wanderer and musician." he explained, taking her concession and not remarking on his obviously inhuman nature and, with a bow, a small gust of wind seemed to tousle the hair and clothing of those in his presence. Then, satisfied this newcomer wasn't going to wander off without the pleasure of their company, he turned to look at the woman who had approached from behind. He knew someone would be there, if not who. It just felt like a three kind of day. A grin spread across his face as he opened his arms invitingly.
"Welcome to Pannoa!" he offered, as if she may not have been able to hear the first woman say the very thing with those large and rather fuzzy ears perched atop her head. Without removing his hand from the elf's shoulder, he gestured between himself and the armored individual. "Ol' Lykon and I are at least twelve seconds your seniors in the area, maybe we could show you around? Get a drink?"
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Ji-Min
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: Unknown
Appearance: As a celestial vulx, Ji-Min carries a phantasmic, eerie appearance even among her kind: hair like moonlight, a bushel of three tails, and a menagerie of tattoos that dance about her skin as though they were alive as she. She's also a head taller than other vulx, rising to be as tall as most human women. She wears a mask atop her head that will, under certain circumstances, change shape: one into a fox, the other into a human, both blank. She wears silken robes that are too large, and beneath that, a complex layering of undergarments unsuited for the isles.
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Equipment: Ji Min uses the two wakizashi painted into her skin for combat. Otherwise, she has little in the way of adventurer's tools: only a waterskin and another leather pouch for food. Around her neck, hidden beneath her collar, is a necklace wound tightly around a pearl.
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Skills and Abilities: Being the celestial yokai of winter, Ji Min has varying, if subdued, powers over the themes of frost.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 21:27:50 GMT -5
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Pannoa
Apr 14, 2021 21:19:37 GMT -5
Post by Ji-Min on Apr 14, 2021 21:19:37 GMT -5
When the flames ignited along the woman's arms, they reflected in Ji-Min's eyes and made them flicker in admiration. Such a commanding figure with a flair for dramatics! She hid a smile behind her hand, all the hairs atop it standing on end from the excitement.
"Ji-Min Satou," spoke up the young woman. "I am a vulx. To you, we would be fox people, I suppose." As much as all of them were ape-people, the way she saw it, but there were none quite like herself around.
Her attention shifted to the blue fellow who she entered the gate alongside. He greeted her jovially, jokingly, as though they were friends. She dropped her hand from her face, a gentle reminder of a smile on her face.
"A drink sounds divine. Perhaps this caravan tea?" she asked.
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Zasha Tolstov
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Appearance: Zasha is a lithe and lanky woman, standing a good 6' 5" tall. She is almost purely muscle, with an aggressive stance to match. Her bleached hair remains in a ponytail with long bangs and an severe undercut. Tattoos of various rules and symbols seem etched into her arms and shoulders. Each one radiates a green energy that grows in intensity to match her temper.
She wears a jumpsuit with the top pulled down and tied around her waist, with the legs tucked into calf high stockings. A pair of reinforced gloves and goggles never leave her side.
Equipment: · Reinforced gloves with built in brass knuckles
· Goggles with sea glass green lenses
· Blessed bandana usually tied around her right arm
. Earnings made from the teeth of a wild beast
· Steel skinning knife
· Heavy crossbow
Skills and Abilities: Zasha is a master of boxing and martial arts. Her particular school focused on overwhelming offensive manoeuvres and an almost dance-like agility. Her dexterity and poise are honed to a fine art.
A lifetime of service to The Reverend gives Zasha token book knowledge of a few academic subjects. Her particular passion concerns history and labour rights movements.
In addition, Zasha believes herself to be possessed by a spirit that enhances her aggressive actions and attitudes.
Biography: "My name is Zasha Tolstov", at least that is what a handwritten card left in the basket with her claimed. As a baby, Tolstov arrived in a wicker basket on the front step of The Reverend's home. He took the baby in and raised her as his protege and helper, watching in awe as she grew tall quickly. Her physical prowess was evident from a young age after she protected The Reverend from a band of would be thevies.
Since her youth, she has been a constant companion to The Reverend, helping him serve the sizeable flock which attended his cathedral. No spare moment would see waste as Zasha worked and trained wherever she could.
Now, following the total destruction of her old homeland, Zasha finds herself possessed by some spirit, invisible to all but her and The Reverend.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 15:52:20 GMT -5
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Pannoa
Apr 19, 2021 9:34:35 GMT -5
Post by Zasha Tolstov on Apr 19, 2021 9:34:35 GMT -5
“Mr Jalil, the pleasure is mine. And the same to you, Ji-Min Satou!” Zasha clocks the lingering hand on Mr Tanthul’s shoulder, the faint smile dancing around the lips of the vulx, and the lingering gaze of Jalil upon her own forearms. These were not trouble makers of the immediate variety. Best to keep an eye on the one with the armour and sword, implements such as that weren’t common amongst the average Pannoan settler.
Zasha motions for the three newcomers to walk with her.
“Let’s head back to my tent for that tea and some relaxation. Our camp here is in its third month, and we are nearing the Feast of Saint Hildegard to boot, so it is the perfect time for your visit. Come twilight, the camp will rest in solemn silence as we hear the idem autem spiritus. Real moving stuff if you're into the mystical.”
The way Zasha pauses slightly before saying idem autem spiritus suggests care in proper enunciation, but a lack of familiarity with the correct pronunciation. A small shrug precedes Zasha’s strides towards the camp
“We can take a bit of a winding route so you can see more of the camp, eh? You will have to tell me if you’re too tired for that.”
She chuckles a bit before stopping to sweep her arms out and upward in a mighty flex.
“I would happily carry all three of your on my shoulders if you’d like!”
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Lykon Tanthul
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Appearance: Lykon is a battered and scarred shadow elf, once prince of the City of Shade. He is roughly 6'2", rippling with muscle from an elven lifetime of training. He has silver eyes and pale, white skin with black hair. A haunted look in his eyes completes the appearance, and his demeanor is that of one who, having lost his purpose, now seeks a new one.
Equipment: Lykon wields an unnamed well-crafted greatsword
He wears a set of midnight blue plate armor, with the following inscription on the left pauldron:
"For Those Who Were Deceived
For Those Who Perished
For Those Who Survived"
On his right pauldron rests his personal symbol, that of a wolf eating the moon.
Draped across the right pauldron is the head of a winter wolf, with the rest of the creature's pelt spilling out as a cape behind him.
Skills and Abilities: Lykon is a gifted swordsman and decent shot, having trained from early "teenagehood" (relative to elves) to be a Nightbringer, the elite of the Shadow Goddess's Paladins, sworn to defend the City. His greatest gift is his natural insight and perception into his surroundings.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:53:29 GMT -5
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Pannoa
Apr 27, 2021 19:03:02 GMT -5
Post by Lykon Tanthul on Apr 27, 2021 19:03:02 GMT -5
Lykon nods his head gratefully at the offered refreshments, his shoulders sagging in relief.
"Tea sounds lovely Lady Tolstov, I would be in your debt for such an offer." He bowed low to reinforce his sincere words and followed her into the camp as they walked.
"What is...idem autem spiritus?" He asks, saying the phrase slowly but nearly correctly based on her pronunciation. "I confess I do not recognize that language, but hardly surprising given the likely disparate backgrounds we are all from."
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Jalil
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Appearance: A few inches shy of six feet, Jalil's lean, muscular form is of little note when compared to his bluish-gray skin, inked with a variety of angular tattoos of white. His single remaining eye is a cloudy-grey color, yet in spite of his ocular impairment he seems perfectly capable of seeing. Stark white hair seems to waver as if on its own, on rare occasions.
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Equipment: Jalil wears loose-fitting silk clothes that seem to billow dramatically, exaggerating every movement he makes. He wears fine jewelry, although its worth is questionable in the current market of lost souls. He carry's a short, curved dagger in his outfit, though it rarely sees the light of day. He's far more likely to utilize his Oud, a six-stringed instrument from his homeland.
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Skills and Abilities: Jalil's primarily ability is his speed. Although he lacks the raw magical power of his home, he can still summon enough speed to dodge the worst of a sword blow, or deliver a nasty strike with his blade when necessary.
He can on occasion create small gusts of air, and his voice and music seem to carry further than one might expect.
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Biography: Jalil is from a homeland far removed from the watery oblivion he found himself in so recently. A djinn of some power, he found himself surprisingly overjoyed to be stripped of his powers. A genie who can do little more than stir some leaves, finds far less intrusion and potential masters than one who could grant a wish.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 20:38:37 GMT -5
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Pannoa
May 25, 2021 16:35:29 GMT -5
Post by Jalil on May 25, 2021 16:35:29 GMT -5
Seeing the others accept the woman's invitation, Jalil wandered after her with a smile back at Ji-Min.
"I can't say I recognize such a language, myself!" even without that, however, he could tell by the coarse woman's surprisingly precise handling of the words that it had some significance. It was as if trying to watch a warrior carefully cut the words out of a book with only their blade. "Is this some sort of prayer?" he added, curiously. His eyes wandered to the tents, though he didn't see many people wandering about. Most probably ducked for cover as soon as the guards noticed Lykon, he expected. When Zasha offered to carry them, however he grinned.
"You know, I wouldn't mind that myself. Light as a feather, I am! And yet a wearier traveler you'll seldom meet. I'd love to see your lovely camp, but perhaps we can better negotiate such a thing with full stomachs?"
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Ji-Min
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: Unknown
Appearance: As a celestial vulx, Ji-Min carries a phantasmic, eerie appearance even among her kind: hair like moonlight, a bushel of three tails, and a menagerie of tattoos that dance about her skin as though they were alive as she. She's also a head taller than other vulx, rising to be as tall as most human women. She wears a mask atop her head that will, under certain circumstances, change shape: one into a fox, the other into a human, both blank. She wears silken robes that are too large, and beneath that, a complex layering of undergarments unsuited for the isles.
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Equipment: Ji Min uses the two wakizashi painted into her skin for combat. Otherwise, she has little in the way of adventurer's tools: only a waterskin and another leather pouch for food. Around her neck, hidden beneath her collar, is a necklace wound tightly around a pearl.
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Skills and Abilities: Being the celestial yokai of winter, Ji Min has varying, if subdued, powers over the themes of frost.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 21:27:50 GMT -5
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Pannoa
May 25, 2021 23:26:31 GMT -5
Post by Ji-Min on May 25, 2021 23:26:31 GMT -5
Ji-Min put a fist in front of her mouth in a silent laugh that closed her eyes. This woman was quite amusing and she loved the attention she was getting for it! She exchanged glances with Jalil, who gave her a similar impression. "Even this language is new to me. This third one is stranger still. Enlighten us," she began, following alongside the blue man, "As I am sure you have questions for us, as well."
Her own stomach growled when Jalil mentioned it. Shyly, she pressed a hand against it, looking away.
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Zasha Tolstov
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Appearance: Zasha is a lithe and lanky woman, standing a good 6' 5" tall. She is almost purely muscle, with an aggressive stance to match. Her bleached hair remains in a ponytail with long bangs and an severe undercut. Tattoos of various rules and symbols seem etched into her arms and shoulders. Each one radiates a green energy that grows in intensity to match her temper.
She wears a jumpsuit with the top pulled down and tied around her waist, with the legs tucked into calf high stockings. A pair of reinforced gloves and goggles never leave her side.
Equipment: · Reinforced gloves with built in brass knuckles
· Goggles with sea glass green lenses
· Blessed bandana usually tied around her right arm
. Earnings made from the teeth of a wild beast
· Steel skinning knife
· Heavy crossbow
Skills and Abilities: Zasha is a master of boxing and martial arts. Her particular school focused on overwhelming offensive manoeuvres and an almost dance-like agility. Her dexterity and poise are honed to a fine art.
A lifetime of service to The Reverend gives Zasha token book knowledge of a few academic subjects. Her particular passion concerns history and labour rights movements.
In addition, Zasha believes herself to be possessed by a spirit that enhances her aggressive actions and attitudes.
Biography: "My name is Zasha Tolstov", at least that is what a handwritten card left in the basket with her claimed. As a baby, Tolstov arrived in a wicker basket on the front step of The Reverend's home. He took the baby in and raised her as his protege and helper, watching in awe as she grew tall quickly. Her physical prowess was evident from a young age after she protected The Reverend from a band of would be thevies.
Since her youth, she has been a constant companion to The Reverend, helping him serve the sizeable flock which attended his cathedral. No spare moment would see waste as Zasha worked and trained wherever she could.
Now, following the total destruction of her old homeland, Zasha finds herself possessed by some spirit, invisible to all but her and The Reverend.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 15:52:20 GMT -5
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Pannoa
Jun 1, 2021 12:04:47 GMT -5
Post by Zasha Tolstov on Jun 1, 2021 12:04:47 GMT -5
Zasha gestures behind her to the camp. “The idem is a holy song that reminds us all that the same spirit of life is within us all. We may live differently, look differently, speak in different tone. All that stuff that you see when you go to the market on a busy hot day is stripped away when you hear the idem. At the end of the day, we are all alive. In our uniqueness, we see the lights of The Saints, and of us all, reflecting whoever made all this.”
She lets her arms drop and squints towards the horizon.
“Or whatever made all this. All depends on your interpretation. If you want to read deeper into that, you are more than welcome! The Reverend will happily talk at length about the implications of your soul stirring when you hear the song.”
Zasha steps closer to the three and stoops slightly, motioning for those who wish to clamber up onto her shoulders. The fires long extinguished, her tattoos and carved runes shimmer with the murmuring slumber of dying embers.
“But our first stop will be food and drink for you, travellers, and then the sharing of your stories! We here in Pannoa will gladly house and feed you, in return for your services in areas that match your talents. This won’t be any sort of forced labour, nor are you required to live here in our little settlement if you’d rather not.”
The morning sounds are now a veritable symphony of raucous conversations, the sounds of carts clattering over rudimentary wood planked roads, children shouting in play, and snippets of song mingling through it all.
A few Pannoans who crest the hills marking the outer boundaries of the settlement wave at Zasha and the newcomers. A few shout greetings as they walk in groups towards the edge of the forest.
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Lykon Tanthul
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Appearance: Lykon is a battered and scarred shadow elf, once prince of the City of Shade. He is roughly 6'2", rippling with muscle from an elven lifetime of training. He has silver eyes and pale, white skin with black hair. A haunted look in his eyes completes the appearance, and his demeanor is that of one who, having lost his purpose, now seeks a new one.
Equipment: Lykon wields an unnamed well-crafted greatsword
He wears a set of midnight blue plate armor, with the following inscription on the left pauldron:
"For Those Who Were Deceived
For Those Who Perished
For Those Who Survived"
On his right pauldron rests his personal symbol, that of a wolf eating the moon.
Draped across the right pauldron is the head of a winter wolf, with the rest of the creature's pelt spilling out as a cape behind him.
Skills and Abilities: Lykon is a gifted swordsman and decent shot, having trained from early "teenagehood" (relative to elves) to be a Nightbringer, the elite of the Shadow Goddess's Paladins, sworn to defend the City. His greatest gift is his natural insight and perception into his surroundings.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:53:29 GMT -5
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Pannoa
Jun 2, 2021 10:16:23 GMT -5
Post by Lykon Tanthul on Jun 2, 2021 10:16:23 GMT -5
Lykon walked behind her, a smile creasing his face the others clambered onto her shoulders.
"Food and lodging in exchange for work seems fair to me, especially as I have little in the way of money." Not that money seemed to be much use out here, even if the people of Pannoa did somehow use a similar enough currency.
This talk of a reverend did peak his attention, and he made note to take some time to speak to the man and understand the faith better.
"There are a lot more people here than I would have thought, how long have you been here?"
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