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| The Six Empires; The IC for Six Empires. | |
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| Topic Started: June 22 2009, 03:37 PM (48 Views) | |
| ShoopDaWhoop | June 22 2009, 03:37 PM Post #1 |
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The Six Empires Map of Noveria(Credit to John Timmerman, I guess) OOC Thread Empire of Fire - Throne room The throne room of the Empire of Fire had a magnificent view. Or at least, through the eyes of a dictator. The Empire of Fire was known for its strict, lawful and orderly nature. Soldiers marched throughout the city in perfect unison, five soldiers across and ten down. They were not only disciplined, but they knew how to fight too. Though, the Empire of Fire wasn't always as orderly and lawful. Before Nesad took leadership it was a crime-stricken slum. "Your royal wine, sir." A servant said, handing Nesad a rather large glass of red wine. Nesad took the glass and took a small sip of it. He set it on the elegant steel table that sat next to the throne he sat upon. He began to wonder, why would the Empire of Darkness attack during the height of the empires' glory? The tall man, who stood 6'7, rather large for a human, stood up and walked over to the large window overlooking his city. He gazed down upon it with his light blue eyes(which mind you is not normal for a fire elementalist). His slightly tanned skin wasn't a result of all of the light pouring into the throne room, rather, it's from constant exposure to bright light from fighting with fire. Unlike most kings, Nesad took part in warfare, rather than cower in his throne room. Nesad walked over to the doors that lead into the throne room, pushed them open and walked down the hallway. As he opened the main gates to the castle, a slight breeze that had rushed in pushed his long red, gold trimmed robe slightly. Beneath the red robe he wore black pants and a full chainmail suit. Some warriors who had lacked proficiency in elemental skills still used swords, which could cause some serious damage if used right. He scanned the city streets before him, looking for somebody. Edited by ShoopDaWhoop, June 22 2009, 03:41 PM.
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| White Saber | June 22 2009, 04:48 PM Post #2 |
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Inori was an assassin, born and bred; his father had worked for the guild and Inori had trained under a master there from the age of 4. Now 29, he was one of the most proficient assassins across the whole of the 6 kingdoms. He received his contract via courier to a private mailbox at the forum where he would pick it up. He would then kill his target without anyone realising what had happened until he'd already fled, his speciality was throwing daggers, poisoned darts and other stealthy projectiles, though, he was sufficiently skilled in combat with his sickles if the need arose. At present he was working for the King. Through his contact in the guild, Nesad had acquired Inori's services and used him several times now to remove unwanted characters; whether it be a bandit lord who seemed to repeatedly elude his captains or an opposing politician in the royal forum - Inori would get it done. Inori was wearing his black leather raiments that were emblazoned with the Kings fiery red insignia across the chest, he only wore these when in the King's court. His red-streaked black hair blew in the wind as he fell in step behind the King and whispered: "It is done, my Lord. What would you bid me do?" Edited by White Saber, June 22 2009, 04:49 PM.
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| ZeikHunter | June 23 2009, 03:30 AM Post #3 |
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Outskirts of Light Capital - Atop a griffon The blue sea moved freely under the prince's personal griffon as it returned from a sight-seeing trip. As Seraph looked over, he realized how high he really was; waves were packed like sardines from his perspective. Bird flocks were outside the reach of his griffon's legs. At that altitude, he was a few moments from his city, the city of light. Seraph tilted his head up to see the secure entrance below the palace where he and his father, the king, resides. Just one of the many perks of being royalty is the lack of traffic when they travel. The griffon rose to meet two helpers who guided the griffon into a large stable and helped Seraph off the creature. Seraph nodded at the two to relieve them of standing at his every beck and call. (Seraph is known for being modest in public.) He walked up the stairs to the main hall, then farther up into his bedroom. A full-body mirror is on a wall to his left, but the room is extremely clean, the way he likes it. Seraph went to the mirror and looked at himself. His curly blond hair is to his shoulder blades, his bright silver breastplate has barely a scuff, the mail underneath is uniform, the light blue cloth of his pants has yet to be frayed, and the hilt of his sword is visible over his right shoulder (A prince must be prepared!). Overall, he looked excellent. As a prince, he was forced to look perfect, and frankly he didn't mind. His public demeanor demanded a more... polite mindset, but his true self was a perfectionist With no wars at the moment, Seraph considered himself free of work aside from representing his nation alongside the king. Dawndrakes are beloved in the Light Kingdom. They're the royal family after all. In other nations, it benefits the Dawndrakes to debut the family in order to show the standard of the Kingdom of Light. It helps with first impressions and lasting appeal. But Seraph himself didn't need to worry about any other nations but the one he's living in. It's hard enough keeping himself perfect, but making sure the world equally respects his kingdom is a job for his father. He's not the king, yet. |
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