Clan Valgard
Established
Roleplay posts: 44 
Clothes and Equipment: The Valgards wear blue, white, and black. This is noticeable on their capes, garments, flags, and decorations. Their motif is a white wolf, as seen on their shields and flags.
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Registered: Feb 27, 2016 13:15:57 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Valgard on Feb 28, 2016 8:53:54 GMT -8
The Blackened Bitch
The Blackened Bitch, colloquially known as the Bitch, is the local mead hall in Wulfenheim. Warriors, townsfolk, skalds, and travelers can find a drink and warm bed here - as well as a warm bed.
Many of the patrons here are humble Varan, the natives of Asgeir. They are a strong, hardy folk renowned as natural born warriors. They love to sing songs and tell stories of great deeds about themselves and their ancestors.
Legends state that Igor Valgard, the founder of Wulfenheim, slew a witch at this spot to claim the land. He then hung her rotting corpse up for all to see, thus turning black. This tavern was built on the spot of the supposed battle. |
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Feb 28, 2016 9:35:42 GMT -8
Roy walks into the inn. He's been to this sorta place before, and has always felt outclassed. Everyone here is so big and strong and muscular, and he's just so...frail. Still, there's no sense in being shy now. He's an adventurer! Going on adventures! Performing heroic deeds!
...At least, until school starts again.
Still, he reminds himself, it's all so that he can be the kind of brave and outgoing person that Vera wants. He walks up to the bar and looks over the menu, before ordering the lightest drink they have. Heroes don't order milk, after all. Still, he'll have to work up to the whole heroic drinking thing.
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Clan Valgard
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Clothes and Equipment: The Valgards wear blue, white, and black. This is noticeable on their capes, garments, flags, and decorations. Their motif is a white wolf, as seen on their shields and flags.
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Registered: Feb 27, 2016 13:15:57 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Valgard on Feb 28, 2016 9:50:05 GMT -8
The bartender wasted no time in getting Roy a drink, although he passed him a strong brew - and not the 'lightest one' as requested. The innkeep wanted to see how much ale the little man could handle. Meanwhile, some of the other Varan looked at Roy. He was a newcomer, and the Varan did not mind newcomers, but he had to be here for something.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Feb 28, 2016 10:01:38 GMT -8
Roy takes a tentative sip, and coughs. It's certainly very strong...is this really their lightest? If he can't even drink their lightest brew, how can he be an adventurer? He's little more than a boy, especially with all these hulking Varans around. Setting his drink down cautiously, he turns to the bartender.
"Excuse me, do you know of any...um...quests?"
If he weren't a vampire, he'd have turned red. It sounded so silly, coming from his mouth. His voice wasn't strong and deep like the Varans.
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Clan Valgard
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Clothes and Equipment: The Valgards wear blue, white, and black. This is noticeable on their capes, garments, flags, and decorations. Their motif is a white wolf, as seen on their shields and flags.
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Registered: Feb 27, 2016 13:15:57 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Valgard on Feb 28, 2016 10:37:59 GMT -8
"Plenty of things to do in Asgeir, boy," the bartender tells him as he rubs a cloth within a dirty mug. "And ye need not be afraid to ask. We Varan are a lively bunch, and we don't mind newcomers." The bartender looks around and smiles, "we're all brothers and sisters in arms here." His voice is warming, and he speaks the truth. "So... what kind of 'quest' are ye lookin' for?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Feb 28, 2016 10:43:08 GMT -8
Roy shrugs.
"Something heroric and adventurous...something that my grandmother would be proud of. But not too dangerous, you know? I'm doing this for...for someone. And I want to be in one piece to come home to them."
He sighs, realizing how pathetic he must sound.
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Clan Valgard
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Clothes and Equipment: The Valgards wear blue, white, and black. This is noticeable on their capes, garments, flags, and decorations. Their motif is a white wolf, as seen on their shields and flags.
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Registered: Feb 27, 2016 13:15:57 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Valgard on Feb 28, 2016 10:57:14 GMT -8
The Varan nods his head and smiles at the young adventurer. "No problem. Hold's always got problems with those damn jotuns in the country. Perhaps you could go and slay one... bring back a finger, or a toe, and show it to Jarl Aesa for proof. She will pay you well, and your deeds in Valland will no go unnoticed."
The Innkeep then began pouring more ale into Roy's mug. "All's you need to figure out... do you want to go it alone, or would you like some help?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Feb 28, 2016 11:30:56 GMT -8
Roy shrugs.
"I dunno...it depends, I guess. What's a Jotun? And why does it need to be slain? I don't suppose they're small rabbits, are they? Does it usually take more than one person?"
He glances around. He certainly would feel safer if there were a hulking VAran by his side. But would that make his experience less valid?
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Renner
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: Late 20s
Physical Description: Renner stands about five feet and ten inches in height. His build is fit, but not overly muscular. His hair is dark brown with eyes to match. His skin will match whatever climate he's in, given exposure levels to the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Recently, Renner has taken to wearing light colored clothing to better blend in with the environment he is living in. He generally wears a full suit of insulated leather, a fur-lined travelling cloak, and boots made from high quality buffalo leather.
A sword and axe dangle from a belt on either side of his hip. A travelling pack, and quiver are strapped to his back. A short bow is often strung around his chest.
He wears no jewelry or other fancy adornments. His outfit is completely utilitarian and highly functional.
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Registered: Feb 28, 2016 17:57:32 GMT -8
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Post by Renner on Feb 28, 2016 18:41:57 GMT -8
Renner enters the Blackened Bitch just after Royal and takes a look around. The rumors about the men and women of this climate were certainly true. They all bore powerful frames draped with long hair and longer beards. Wait, the women didn't have beards, that was a plus. He sits down at an open table and listens to the conversation between the boy and the bartender.
Renner didn't know what a jotun was either, but if it needed slaying, this poor lad was probably in for a surprise. He decided to keep an ear on the chat to see if they actually turned the boy loose against a "jotun" by himself. It could be the barkeep was just having one over on the lad for all he knew.
If a serving wench came, he'd order an ale or mead. If not, he'd wait his turn to head up to the bar so as not to come between the boy and the keeper.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and 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 telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Feb 29, 2016 13:34:39 GMT -8
Grandma would shuffle into the Inn. Her appearance was basically the complete opposite of everyone else here, a well maintained, black riding cloak and a number of rings that glittered unnaturally on her fingers. Still, she appeared to care little for the differences between herself and the others in the Inn.
Shuffling over to the bar, she would request the finest wine or mead they sold, and then simply sit around and listen to those in the bar. She was searching for creatures and rumor had it this bar contained plenty of info regarding such beast.
After a bit of time sitting here, Grandma would find a suitable candidate for her purposes. A young man, nearly still a boy, who was asking around for an adventure. He was also a vampire which made him even more interesting to her, she suspected the others in the Inn wouldn’t recognize him as such though. Although she wasn’t particularly interested in Jotuns herself, she felt there would be more exotic creatures they would discover while looking for a Jotun.
Deciding to wait for the boy to finish talking with the bartender, she simply stared at him for a bit. Roy would most likely sense her gaze on him, infact, she hoped he would. She made no pretenses to hide her interest in him, it would most likely be plain to Roy from her gaze she wished to speak to him.
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Clan Valgard
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Clothes and Equipment: The Valgards wear blue, white, and black. This is noticeable on their capes, garments, flags, and decorations. Their motif is a white wolf, as seen on their shields and flags.
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Registered: Feb 27, 2016 13:15:57 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Valgard on Feb 29, 2016 13:56:31 GMT -8
Royal Fletcher Renner GrandmaThe bartender laughs, for seemingly no reason; he just seems to be in a good mood (like all Varan). "Big... tall... ugly... strong..." One of the Varan at the bar looks at the bartender in anguish. "Damn it Knut, stop talkin' 'bout me again," he says. Other Varan in the proximity erupt in laughter. "Shut up, Castus," the bartender barks back, "I ain't talkin' 'bout you... I'm talkin' bout the jotuns." The bartender shakes his head and then looks back at Roy. "Yeah, like I was saying. They look like that brute over there," Knut nods his head at Castus, "but bigger. Big ol' things, they are." Meanwhile, a few other Varab took a peculiar interest in Grandma... but made no movements at the time...
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Feb 29, 2016 14:26:46 GMT -8
Roy nods, worried. Can he take down a Jotun? Probably not. It's then that he notices Grandma's stare. He turns, looking at the old woman. She seems friendly. After a moment, he takes his drink and scoots over across the bar to her.
"Er...hello, ma'am. Did you want something? Can I help you with anything?"
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and 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 telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Feb 29, 2016 14:36:30 GMT -8
Her blatant interest in Roy finally payed off as he made his way over to her, offering him a smile as he sat down near her.
“Why, yes I did young man! You see, I couldn’t help but overhear your mention of looking for an adventure. I am someone you might call an… Enthusiast in various creatures. I’ve heard there are quite a few around in these parts and am looking for some travelers to accompany me. As you can see, I’m not quite young enough to go adventuring all by myself these days.”
Grandma would chuckle to herself as she said that last part.
“I would greatly appreciate it if you would allow me to accompany you if you decide to go on an adventure out in these parts, I would be willing to pay you well if you allowed me to come along and poke around with any beast you take down. Of course you might need an additional companion or so to assist you, but I’d be willing to pay them as well if you find a… Suitable one. What do you say young man?”
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183 
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Feb 29, 2016 15:07:57 GMT -8
The door to The Blackened Bitch bursts open. Vera stomps in, glowering angrily as she looks around the room. She is in her traveling clothes, a leather bikini top, hide leggings stopping at her knees, and bare feet. Her long dirt blonde hair is tangled, with a few sticks and flowers caught in it. She locates her target, and walks up to him angrily.
"ROY FLETCHER! JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!"
Without waiting for a response, she slugs him across the jaw. Cut off from the earth, she can't add magical strength to the blow. Still she is strong for a woman, and it probably hurt.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Feb 29, 2016 15:27:02 GMT -8
Roy turns to the old lady, curiously.
"Accompany you? Well...I suppose. But why do you-"
Before he can finish, Vera storms in. He looks up and sees an angry druid stomping up to him.
"Ehh? Vera? What are you doing h-"
He's cut off by a brutal punch across the face. He collapses to the ground, out cold.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and 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 telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Feb 29, 2016 16:00:34 GMT -8
Grandma would raise her eyebrows as Vera knocked Roy out cold, letting out a sigh at how easily he went down.
“I suppose you’re his lover or something? Well, whatever bone you have to pick with him, just make sure he can walk still please, I wish to have him travel with me in search of a few beast I hear this area has.”
Looking down at Roy laying on the floor, Grandma would shake her head a bit. They just didn’t make vampires like they used to… He certainly wasn’t some old veteran vampire with a reaction like that, that was one thing she was sure of.
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Renner
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: Late 20s
Physical Description: Renner stands about five feet and ten inches in height. His build is fit, but not overly muscular. His hair is dark brown with eyes to match. His skin will match whatever climate he's in, given exposure levels to the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Recently, Renner has taken to wearing light colored clothing to better blend in with the environment he is living in. He generally wears a full suit of insulated leather, a fur-lined travelling cloak, and boots made from high quality buffalo leather.
A sword and axe dangle from a belt on either side of his hip. A travelling pack, and quiver are strapped to his back. A short bow is often strung around his chest.
He wears no jewelry or other fancy adornments. His outfit is completely utilitarian and highly functional.
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Registered: Feb 28, 2016 17:57:32 GMT -8
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Post by Renner on Feb 29, 2016 17:52:12 GMT -8
Renner continues to keep to himself, watching the exchange between the old woman and the boy, and then the younger woman and the boy, and then the old woman and the younger woman. It seemed the boy had himself a bodyguard of some sort already. He'd watch a bit longer before asking about a place to stay in the area, be it indoors or out. And if they decided against the jotun hunt, he could inquire about it for himself.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Feb 29, 2016 18:02:43 GMT -8
"He is mine
Vera growls at the old woman. She is far to angry to be embarrassed by what that implies. Ignoring the old bag she crouches over Roy. Grabbing him by the scruff of the collar, she begins to shake him. If this doesn't work she will move on to slapping him. Once he is awake she chews him out.
"Royal Fletcher! Just what do you think you were doing? We get a week off of school, and instead of asking me if I want to go somewhere, you take off! You don't even tell me you are taking off! You just leave me a note! I am going off on an adventure bye!"
Vera does an unflattering imitation of his voice during the last part.
"Inconsiderate jerk! Do you know how worried I was? We are supposed to go on adventures together!"
Vera glares daggers at him, she still has an uncomfortably tight grip on his collar.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Feb 29, 2016 21:16:14 GMT -8
"Bllpbh..."
Roy sputters awake as Vera shakes him and slaps him.
"Vera, please...I figured you had druid things to be doing. Please don't kill me."
He hangs limply in her grasp, not struggling at all.
"I just figured I should...go adventuring again. I wanted to be the kind of adventurer you wanted. I would have brought you back a plant or something."
Realizing that he's not helping himself at all, Roy shuts up.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Mar 1, 2016 8:14:34 GMT -8
Vera glares at Roy, and considers smacking him again. Instead she hauls him to his feet, and hugs him fiercely.
"I'm still mad at you. I am just glad you are safe. It was a very sweet thought Roy."
She releases the hug, and socks him in the arm. Hard enough to hurt, but closer to playful than the first punch.
"If you want to go off on your own that's fine. All I ask is that you give me a proper goodbye. I am your girlfriend Roy, you are supposed to talk to me. Now what's this about you helping the old lady? Does it sound like an adventure?"
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