Rakki
Established
Online: Arriving at the Lake of Dreams
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 20
Physical Description: Rakki is a bipedal anthropomorphic canine resembling a lab or perhaps a collie or shepherd of some kind. He sports thick, shaggy brown fur in addition to similarly colored but distinctly longer hair atop his head. His facial structure is nearly fully canine, and he sports a greater number of muscles in his face, which allow him to express a wider range of more human emotions. He has four fingers and one opposable thumb on each hand, with each finger ending in a claw rather than a fingernail. Although he walks upright, Rakki walks with a digitigrade (toe walking) stance, and his feet largely resemble that of a dog, preventing him from donning ordinary footwear. Rakki possesses a tail, which is medium length relative to his body and does not drag upon the ground.
Picture reference: http://i.imgur.com/llsw5bf.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Rakki possesses relatively little clothing and equipment. He is usually clothed in robes made of stitched-together sack cloth, with a simple rope belt to prevent them from coming open. He walks barefoot, but thanks to the thick pads on his feet this usually presents little difficulty.
Other than his cloths, he possesses a rather large bindle made of a stick and a big patch of sack cloth, with small pockets stitched onto the inside. He uses it to carry only a flint, assorted herbs, gauze, any rations, and a small skillet.
Player's online availability : Practically anytime, less reliable on weekends.
Registered: May 4, 2015 20:24:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rakki on May 6, 2015 19:59:15 GMT -8
Rakki acknowledged Harlen with a gentle bob of the head. The supplies would be most useful to him, he could already see a few herbs that would make his treatment more effective. Working quickly, the canine used the mortar and pastel to craft a greenish brown, sticky looking paste, which he promptly rolled into a ball. "Eat this, and try to keep it from coming back up." As he spoke, he pressed his thumb rather firmly into the broken rib, causing Silas to experience a flash of pain and then immediate, tingling relief. "If the pain persists, I have some opium to tide you over until it's time to go." He offered somewhat reluctantly. He wouldn't admit it, but he was saving that for a particularly boring day.
Rakki glanced over his shoulder, noticing that Zax was wounded as well. "I'll come to you in a moment." He said gruffly. He felt obligated to help him, but he also felt that those wounds were well-deserved. He had little respect for those who were capable of ending lives as swiftly and callously as he.
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Zax Miguel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 27 years old
Physical Description: A lean young man with tan skin and dusty brown hair. His beard is kept short and well trimmed. He has dark blue eyes and a scar from a knife wound starting on his chin and moving up just under his lip.
Clothes and Equipment: Dark green travelers cloak (slightly damaged)
Grey tunic, brown pants (2 pair each)
Leather Backpack and sleeping roll
Steel Cutlass with an Ivory Handle
2 Steel Daggers
Wine Skin and Cloth Coin bag
Short bow and Hide Quiver with supply of arrows
Registered: Apr 29, 2015 9:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Zax Miguel on May 6, 2015 20:04:56 GMT -8
Zax glanced back at Rakki, "Don't bother dogman, no offense but my God detests magic, these wounds will be healed naturally." Zax pulls a waterskin from his pack and begins soaking the rag.
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Rakki
Established
Online: Arriving at the Lake of Dreams
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 20
Physical Description: Rakki is a bipedal anthropomorphic canine resembling a lab or perhaps a collie or shepherd of some kind. He sports thick, shaggy brown fur in addition to similarly colored but distinctly longer hair atop his head. His facial structure is nearly fully canine, and he sports a greater number of muscles in his face, which allow him to express a wider range of more human emotions. He has four fingers and one opposable thumb on each hand, with each finger ending in a claw rather than a fingernail. Although he walks upright, Rakki walks with a digitigrade (toe walking) stance, and his feet largely resemble that of a dog, preventing him from donning ordinary footwear. Rakki possesses a tail, which is medium length relative to his body and does not drag upon the ground.
Picture reference: http://i.imgur.com/llsw5bf.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Rakki possesses relatively little clothing and equipment. He is usually clothed in robes made of stitched-together sack cloth, with a simple rope belt to prevent them from coming open. He walks barefoot, but thanks to the thick pads on his feet this usually presents little difficulty.
Other than his cloths, he possesses a rather large bindle made of a stick and a big patch of sack cloth, with small pockets stitched onto the inside. He uses it to carry only a flint, assorted herbs, gauze, any rations, and a small skillet.
Player's online availability : Practically anytime, less reliable on weekends.
Registered: May 4, 2015 20:24:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rakki on May 6, 2015 20:09:42 GMT -8
"Suit yourself, although I can still be plenty help without magic. These herbs are just as natural as grinning and bearing it." He replied, bemused. This one certainly was colorful.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 8, 2024 6:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2015 20:12:10 GMT -8
Harlen eventually worked up the energy to move again, and leaned forward to grab a small vial from his box and a small brush. Opening it and dipping the brush inside, he began removing the white streaks in his hair, using a well polished shield as a mirror. "Opium? Haven't seen that around in a while. Poppy doesn't grow well around here, so it's a little hard to make." Once he was done, he placed both items back in the box. He then watched Rakki go to try to assist Zax. "I'm afraid your God and I disagree there, Zax. I'm rather fond of magic."
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on May 6, 2015 20:20:01 GMT -8
Silas ate the herbs and tried not to gag. "I'll be ok. Not the first ribs I've cracked. Opium? I have only read about that drug. I don't care to dull my sensed to that extreme at the moment. Perhaps we can have a puff on a nice sunny day after this quest is over though."
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Rakki
Established
Online: Arriving at the Lake of Dreams
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 20
Physical Description: Rakki is a bipedal anthropomorphic canine resembling a lab or perhaps a collie or shepherd of some kind. He sports thick, shaggy brown fur in addition to similarly colored but distinctly longer hair atop his head. His facial structure is nearly fully canine, and he sports a greater number of muscles in his face, which allow him to express a wider range of more human emotions. He has four fingers and one opposable thumb on each hand, with each finger ending in a claw rather than a fingernail. Although he walks upright, Rakki walks with a digitigrade (toe walking) stance, and his feet largely resemble that of a dog, preventing him from donning ordinary footwear. Rakki possesses a tail, which is medium length relative to his body and does not drag upon the ground.
Picture reference: http://i.imgur.com/llsw5bf.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Rakki possesses relatively little clothing and equipment. He is usually clothed in robes made of stitched-together sack cloth, with a simple rope belt to prevent them from coming open. He walks barefoot, but thanks to the thick pads on his feet this usually presents little difficulty.
Other than his cloths, he possesses a rather large bindle made of a stick and a big patch of sack cloth, with small pockets stitched onto the inside. He uses it to carry only a flint, assorted herbs, gauze, any rations, and a small skillet.
Player's online availability : Practically anytime, less reliable on weekends.
Registered: May 4, 2015 20:24:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rakki on May 6, 2015 20:22:31 GMT -8
Rakki bobbed his head and gave Silas' shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Try and take it easy until we move out then. If we both make it back alive, I shall have to take you up on that~"
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Zax Miguel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 27 years old
Physical Description: A lean young man with tan skin and dusty brown hair. His beard is kept short and well trimmed. He has dark blue eyes and a scar from a knife wound starting on his chin and moving up just under his lip.
Clothes and Equipment: Dark green travelers cloak (slightly damaged)
Grey tunic, brown pants (2 pair each)
Leather Backpack and sleeping roll
Steel Cutlass with an Ivory Handle
2 Steel Daggers
Wine Skin and Cloth Coin bag
Short bow and Hide Quiver with supply of arrows
Registered: Apr 29, 2015 9:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Zax Miguel on May 6, 2015 20:24:08 GMT -8
Zax nodded knowingly, "Oh I'm sure, I don't judge you for it. I'm not from these lands, actually quite far away. Magic was not widespread in my homeland." Zax begins wrapping his wound, "You're free to use as much magic as you feel fit. I just prefer the ways of home. Unless you know some spell to create piles of riches out of dust, we seem to have plenty of that at the moment."
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on May 6, 2015 20:42:14 GMT -8
"Deal, Rakki. Thanks for the healing." Silas yawns and stretches, surprised that the pain is already disappearing. He turns to Zax, "We'll see if that anti magic attitude holds up when you are gutted by a pegged women." With that Silas would roll over and go to sleep.
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Zax Miguel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 27 years old
Physical Description: A lean young man with tan skin and dusty brown hair. His beard is kept short and well trimmed. He has dark blue eyes and a scar from a knife wound starting on his chin and moving up just under his lip.
Clothes and Equipment: Dark green travelers cloak (slightly damaged)
Grey tunic, brown pants (2 pair each)
Leather Backpack and sleeping roll
Steel Cutlass with an Ivory Handle
2 Steel Daggers
Wine Skin and Cloth Coin bag
Short bow and Hide Quiver with supply of arrows
Registered: Apr 29, 2015 9:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Zax Miguel on May 6, 2015 20:49:32 GMT -8
Zax grinned and laid out his sleeping roll, "Well lets hope it never comes to that, darkest of all fates." He laid down with a grunt using his backpack as pillow.
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Rakki
Established
Online: Arriving at the Lake of Dreams
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 20
Physical Description: Rakki is a bipedal anthropomorphic canine resembling a lab or perhaps a collie or shepherd of some kind. He sports thick, shaggy brown fur in addition to similarly colored but distinctly longer hair atop his head. His facial structure is nearly fully canine, and he sports a greater number of muscles in his face, which allow him to express a wider range of more human emotions. He has four fingers and one opposable thumb on each hand, with each finger ending in a claw rather than a fingernail. Although he walks upright, Rakki walks with a digitigrade (toe walking) stance, and his feet largely resemble that of a dog, preventing him from donning ordinary footwear. Rakki possesses a tail, which is medium length relative to his body and does not drag upon the ground.
Picture reference: http://i.imgur.com/llsw5bf.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Rakki possesses relatively little clothing and equipment. He is usually clothed in robes made of stitched-together sack cloth, with a simple rope belt to prevent them from coming open. He walks barefoot, but thanks to the thick pads on his feet this usually presents little difficulty.
Other than his cloths, he possesses a rather large bindle made of a stick and a big patch of sack cloth, with small pockets stitched onto the inside. He uses it to carry only a flint, assorted herbs, gauze, any rations, and a small skillet.
Player's online availability : Practically anytime, less reliable on weekends.
Registered: May 4, 2015 20:24:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rakki on May 6, 2015 20:53:41 GMT -8
Rakki got comfortable as well, although his nighttime ritual was considerably more feral in nature. He did a few circles in place and then toppled over onto his back lazily, feet splayed and hands tucked against his chest, his tongue dangling out of the side of his open muzzle.
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Arella Hildandi
Committed
Current Location: New Brimiarde
Roleplay posts: 56
Age: 26
Physical Description: She has long dark brown hair with a gentle wave that extends to her hips. It frames a pale face and a slender, almost dainty body. She is of medium height and has golden brown eyes. She is mostly of human descent, the rest is a mystery from her mother's family.
Clothes and Equipment: Her usual garb is a plain black dress secured around the waist with a golden cord. An intricate pendant hangs from a leather cord around her neck. She also wears a black, hooded cloak fastened with a silver pin in the shape of a crescent moon. Attached to her side is an elaborately decorated knife. In her small pack is a small healer's inventory, a leather-bound notebook, a small pocket with gold and silver coins, and a velvet red ribbon.
Registered: May 4, 2015 14:49:05 GMT -8
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Post by Arella Hildandi on May 7, 2015 8:55:20 GMT -8
Arella was exhausted, but something kept her from really being able to relax. She sat in the window, her head leaning against the dirty glass as she stared out through the grime at the street. The others were falling asleep, and she felt her eyes dip closed every now and then, but for the most part she just stared blankly, letting her mind wander. She idly rubbed at the symbols on her hands, smearing them out of existence slowly but surely. The dark ink smudged all over her palms and the tips of her fingers. Eventually she started to properly doze, but there was a clear memory of the moon high up in the sky. It made her sick to her stomach that her husband would be staring at the same moon, cursing her for being smart enough to escape his grasp. She was never his to begin with. He gave her no choice and took her life away. She would return the favor one day.
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on May 7, 2015 10:33:03 GMT -8
Silas woke before dawn. After a night of drinking his head spun and throbbed. His back ached, and mouth was parched but he had slept in worse conditions. Rubbing his head he thought about his past years of travel after abandoning what was left of his home town. Sleeping in bushes and surviving off of farm jobs and the occasional mercenary work. He carried only his weapons, subsisting in a self-imposed meager lifestyle. Despite this debasement Silas kept his spirits raised.
Now though all he wished for was a flask of water. There was a fountain in the main square so Silas searched the shop for a container. Weapons, jewels, strange items and scrap steel were scattered around the shop. As Silas searched he was humored to see a couple IOUs written by Jun sitting on the counter. On one side of the room there was a shelf that held a few items. The center item was a canteen with a blue jewel inlaid to the front. Silas could see the inside of the canteen through the jewel. He picked it up, there was a paper beneath it. Looking is over Silas read. “Canteen of Endurance-Any drink contained within will increase ones endurance. The gem will recharge off of your own energy when the canteen is empty. When the jewel shines it is ready to use. 300 gold.”
Taking the round container, about 7 inches in diameter, Silas walked to the counter. He wrote in the dust with his finger. “IOU 300 gold.” His name was singed in a neat but almost unreadable signature. Tying the canteen to his belt he shouldered his shield and spear and holstered his sword.
“RISE AND SHINE!” He shouted.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 8, 2024 6:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2015 10:56:27 GMT -8
Harlen silently stood up when he saw Silas go to look at the canteen. He hadn't slept, thinking it best for someone to stay up in case anyone tried to get in while everyone rested. Luckily, consistent use of his smelling salts already kept him rather wired, so it wasn't terribly difficult. Stretching a bit, he gathered up his supplies, and checked his alchemy box. He was surprised at how much was actually left in it. He supposed he could wait another day or two before restocking after all. Though with this group, it probably wouldn't be enough.
"I think we're safe to head out now. I didn't hear any patrols other than the normal night watch last night, so I don't think they're too concerned. I still wouldn't show my face around that area for a while, though. I'll be picking up some last minute supplies, and I will see you gentlemen..." He stopped for a moment, and turned to the waking Arella. "And ladies, soon."
<Exit to Chapel>
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Arella Hildandi
Committed
Current Location: New Brimiarde
Roleplay posts: 56
Age: 26
Physical Description: She has long dark brown hair with a gentle wave that extends to her hips. It frames a pale face and a slender, almost dainty body. She is of medium height and has golden brown eyes. She is mostly of human descent, the rest is a mystery from her mother's family.
Clothes and Equipment: Her usual garb is a plain black dress secured around the waist with a golden cord. An intricate pendant hangs from a leather cord around her neck. She also wears a black, hooded cloak fastened with a silver pin in the shape of a crescent moon. Attached to her side is an elaborately decorated knife. In her small pack is a small healer's inventory, a leather-bound notebook, a small pocket with gold and silver coins, and a velvet red ribbon.
Registered: May 4, 2015 14:49:05 GMT -8
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Post by Arella Hildandi on May 7, 2015 11:12:03 GMT -8
Arella was in a sleepy daze as the sun came up over the horizon. She shifted a bit as the others began to wake and shuffle around to collect their things. She was still tired and quite hungry, but she had gotten a little bit of sleep, as uncomfortable as it had been. She slid down gracefully from her position in the window and brushed off her dress. She began to run her fingers through her hair to comb it out, although from the knots she was coming across, it would take a while.
Giving a nod to Harlen as he left, she gave a quiet farewell to the others and also headed out. She pulled a bit of dense bread from her small pack and nibbled on a bit of it as she walked to the chapel.
<Exit to Stonevale Chapel>
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Imud Habrua
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: A frail looking, wiry man. His skin is tan and wrinkled. An accent shows him to from a foreign land. What hair he once had has mostly retreated and what is left has lost any semblance of the dark black color it once held. The whitened hair and slim appearance make him seem almost frail. Give Imud a worthy project though, and he seems to revitalize in his eagerness to work the forges.
Clothes and Equipment: mud wears the most humble of garments, little more than sacks, and the heavy gloves necessary to do his work. He also wears a bland pair of spectacles, necessary for both the protection they provide, as well as an aide to keep up the with the finer details of his work in his advancing age.
Registered: May 3, 2015 20:17:12 GMT -8
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Post by Imud Habrua on May 12, 2015 20:03:56 GMT -8
Imud returned to find his shop in disarray. It was not a surprise. Actually it hadn't been much cleaner when he had left. He was pleased to find that much of his previous ware had not been looted. There were even two promissory notes left on the counter "Jun of Celaine." Imud read. "Interesting, interesting. Could she be related to Lynx the Dragon slayer? Ahhh those were the days." Imud squinted his eyes and examined the price, "Half the gold! Well, this time Imud will forget." Then the old black smith noticed something faintly written in the dust. "IOU 300 gold." After an almost unreadable signature was scrawled. Fishing out his glasses Imud took a closer look. "Silas Olfenam? This man, he has no respect! Imud will be payed!" The black smith found a sheet of glass and carefully placed it over the dust to preserve what was left of the IOU. "Disha!" Imud called, "You are still here, yes?" There was no response. "Disha?" A hint of panic and still no answer. Imud went to the forge and peered inside. "Di-" The spirit burst out of the forge and Imud fell to the ground in surprise. Disha looked far from happy. "And do you care that I am still here? Or do you just expect me, your slave, to be waiting eagerly for you to return? I could not leave this forge if I wanted to. You imprisoned me here, remember?" The fire spirit was pissed. "Ahhh." The noise was confused and mournful. "Forgive Imud for the selfish old man that he is. Yes, I was cruel to leave you so long. How lonely it must have been?" Imud sounded sincere. The next part was sharp, "But what made you sell my items half price or no price?" The spirit glare and harrumphed before disappearing in a puff of smoke. Imud set about cleaning the shop.
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Jun 1, 2015 22:57:57 GMT -8
Regal peeked his head into the blacksmith's shop, the one that Curio had suggested. He saw an old man tidying the ship and figured he was the owner.
"excuse me, sir, are you the owner of this establishment?" He asked stepping into the building.
" I'm looking for a blade or at least something to protect myself, " he explained. "Would you be able to assist me with such?"
The shop keep took a few moments but helped Regal after a while, armed with a new short sword Regal thanked the man and took his leave back to the square
<exit to central square>
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Dec 10, 2015 9:52:44 GMT -8
Jun enters the shop for the first time it what seems like forever. After the destruction of Merrimill, she's in a very, very bad mood.
She would lug a giant sack full of dragon bones, red dragon scales, dragon sinew, and a single holy dragon scale.
"Imud!" She plops the massive sack and a bag of gold in front of him. "I need you to make me the best goddamn mage armor you can possibly make with this stuff, something that allows freedom of movement. If that sack of gold isn't enough I'll pay double."
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Imud Habrua
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: A frail looking, wiry man. His skin is tan and wrinkled. An accent shows him to from a foreign land. What hair he once had has mostly retreated and what is left has lost any semblance of the dark black color it once held. The whitened hair and slim appearance make him seem almost frail. Give Imud a worthy project though, and he seems to revitalize in his eagerness to work the forges.
Clothes and Equipment: mud wears the most humble of garments, little more than sacks, and the heavy gloves necessary to do his work. He also wears a bland pair of spectacles, necessary for both the protection they provide, as well as an aide to keep up the with the finer details of his work in his advancing age.
Registered: May 3, 2015 20:17:12 GMT -8
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Post by Imud Habrua on Dec 10, 2015 13:06:01 GMT -8
"Enough, enough. Yes." Imud grabbed the gold purse and placed it underneath the counter not bothering to count it. The old blacksmith could smell the dragon carrion. "Now let's see what treasures you have brought Imud today!" Excitedly the blacksmith began to remove items from the bag. First came the bones. "Yes, yes. Such fine specimen. So, the Celadine have begun slaying dragons once again. These bones can be ground into a powder with the most, er, potent magical effect. Among other uses, the bone powder can be be used to create the strongest alloy known to this old man." Next came the red scales. "Of course, of course. Dragon scales: stronger and more durable then any metal, highly resistant to magic, and very very shiny." Now the sinew. "Ahhh, smart you are!" Imud gave the slimy ligaments a deep sniff. "Still fresh! Dragon sinew is a fine replacement for fabric and leather." At last Imud came to the holy dragon scale. "Ooooh. Imud gets an unexpected treat. The scale of a holy dragon. Impervious to all but the purest magic and possessive of regenerative abilities. Sadly only one. You are not hiding a wholey dragon corpse from Imud, are you?" Imud chuckled and looked into the now empty bag. "And where are the rest of the organs? The blood? Oh, to quench steel in dragon blood once more!" Imud sighed. "Yet dragons blood is awfully hard to transport and it need to be fresh, congealed." Imud ended his rant. His pulse had quickened with excitement. He turned his attention to his customer. "You must be Jun of the Celadine. Imud sees that you still carry the Macuahuitl you obtained from me. I hope it has been of use." The blacksmith turned to the forge and shouted, "Disha! We have work to do." The scantily clad spirit bound to the forge revealed herself. "And you will be wanting me to do all the work?" The spirit said grumpily with her arms crossed. She still hadn't forgiven Imud for his long departure. "Just get the loom ready. We will make the sinew into cloth first." Imud said, hoping the upset spirit would not cause a fuss. "You want me to WORK THE LOOM? Careful, demeaning a fire spirit will get you burned!" Disha was pissed. "Disha, please!" Imud groveled. "We have the finest materials to work with for once. Work with me for the Artistry of our rare trade if nothing else." Disha gave a sneer, but went about her work anyways. Truth be told she didn't have a choice. "Now, Jun the Dragon Slayer, return here in three days. The armor will not be done by then, but your help will be required at that point." Imud gathered up the sinew and carried it to his work bench intent on getting started. He smiled while he worked.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Dec 10, 2015 14:22:00 GMT -8
Jun nodded. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to get the other organs. There was...nothing else left. Just do you best. I'll be back in three days if I can make it. I might be training with... a new friend." Just before she turned to leave the blacksmith shop, she stopped. She pulled out several vials containing a dark brown liquid.
"These vials contain samples of my own blood, mage's blood, I use for dark magic. I don't know if they'd be of any use to you, but you're welcome to try using them."
She left the shop.
(ooc: Nice genie. lol)
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Imud Habrua
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: A frail looking, wiry man. His skin is tan and wrinkled. An accent shows him to from a foreign land. What hair he once had has mostly retreated and what is left has lost any semblance of the dark black color it once held. The whitened hair and slim appearance make him seem almost frail. Give Imud a worthy project though, and he seems to revitalize in his eagerness to work the forges.
Clothes and Equipment: mud wears the most humble of garments, little more than sacks, and the heavy gloves necessary to do his work. He also wears a bland pair of spectacles, necessary for both the protection they provide, as well as an aide to keep up the with the finer details of his work in his advancing age.
Registered: May 3, 2015 20:17:12 GMT -8
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Post by Imud Habrua on Dec 10, 2015 17:21:16 GMT -8
"The blood will be useful of course." Imud took the vile and hid it away. "Oh! Imud has almost forgotten. There is one more thing." Imud beckoned Jun to the end of the counter. Under a glass pane was a signature scrawled in dust reading "IOU 300 gold. Silas-" The last name was unreadable. "Do you happen to know the were abouts of who wrote this?" Imud had been asking everyone about the IOU.
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