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Post by Northwestern Trading Co. on May 8, 2016 5:11:54 GMT -8
The Isle of Thorun
The Isle of Thorun is a small island located off of the northern coasts of the Overworld, and is the main headquarters for the Northwestern Trading Company. It's location makes it a prime gathering point for any ship sailing in the open waters, offering safe harbor and patronage to any who pass through. From here, traders can sail all along the northern coasts of the Overworld, all along the western coasts, and thanks to innovations by the Varan they can sail up and down major rivers inland. A number of warehouses line the crowded docks, and many inns, brothels, and gambling dens can be found throughout the wealthy city itself. Skilled, professional Varan warriors protect the city, and the NTC's council governs its people (as rambunctious as they are).
Historically, the Isle was discovered and settled by Varan raiders, led by the legendary hero Thorun, and was used as a staging ground to launch raids on the northern and western coasts of the Overworld. It remained independent from Asgeir, and was at times a pirate haven, but more recently it was purchased by Dorman Bovar, with help from the Brotherhood and is now used as the NTC's HQ.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 16, 2016 21:58:59 GMT -8
On a random street within the city that crowned the island, there was a sudden oddness that people may notice. It was very akin to the strange feeling deep within one's ears that they experienced when the air pressure changed, a sort of sensation of fullness within the ear canals. It was that, combined with an odd magical mass that pressed upon the mind. And then abruptly, a girl appeared. Well, girl was a very loose term. With horns, a tail, claws, and scaly skin in places, she certainly didn't look normal. Especially not with that pale violet hair. But she had a female shape, and appeared young(ish), so that likely qualified her for the 'girl' description. Stumbling into the street, she blinked owlishly with silver eyes, and then gaped.
"Ah crap, where in the name of the planes did I end up this time?" Lisere sighed. At least she hadn't tripped and fallen flat on her face this time...
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 17, 2016 4:27:28 GMT -8
"Thorun."
Comes the reply. It is spoken in a soft almost sleepy voice. Apropriate as the one who spoke had his eyes closed, his legs stretched out, and his arms dangling as though he had no care in the world. It may take Lisere a moment to identify the talker. After all he was a few feet above her head, laying atop a wall. A wall the tiefling had just so happened to appear next to.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 17, 2016 10:16:20 GMT -8
Grasping her staff in preparation to lash out, Lisere whirled around in an attempt to find the source of the voice speaking to her. But as luck would have it, she got tangled up in her own limbs, sandal-clad feet tangling around one other and the butt of the staff, resulting in her tripping and tilting forward to bonk her head against a wall.
"Ow!" Pressing her left hand and staff against the wall, she used its sturdy support to disentangle herself, and straightened, rubbing the now-sore portion of her skull very carefully with clawed fingers. Looking from side to side and seeing no one, she then glanced up, and saw a boy perched atop the very wall she'd just had a close encounter of the painful kind with. Taking a few steps back, she tilted her head as she peered up at him.
"Thorun? Never heard of it. Not on any plane I've been to. Guess this is a new plane. I wonder which plane it is... Hm, I'll figure it out eventually. Who are you? And why are you up on that wall?" The words came tumbling out of her in a tide, and one might wonder if she'd even taken a breath that whole time.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 17, 2016 10:55:05 GMT -8
Aesen cracked an eye when he hears the commotion Lisere making. An eye that shoots open when he see the woman. He'd never seen a tiefling before and for a moment he is shocked. Luckily for him by the time she collects himself he has once again closed his eyes. Resuming the same relaxed posture of before. In response to her stream of thought posing as speech he responds slowly and lazily.
"Impressive that you know every plane you've been to so well. I mean knowing that it's an entirely new one based on one islands name. Anyway I am Aesen Kestrel. And I am on this wall because it is an excellent spot to listen and wait."
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 17, 2016 11:06:08 GMT -8
"Considering I've only been to three planes in my lifetime, I can safely say that I'm pretty familiar with them, and I'd know the name Thorun. Besides, this one feels different. Lots of different, powerful magics floating around. The air is positively saturated with it." Planting the butt of her staff on the ground beside her, she propped her right hand on her hip and bent her left leg so that she could cross it over her right, flexing the corresponding appendage so that her toes could rest on the stones just beside the outer curve of her right foot. Like this, she leaned most of her weight onto the staff, her tail flicking and twitching as it swayed behind her, almost behaving as though it had a mind of its own.
"Listen and wait? What are you waiting for? Is there going to be a parade? And what's so interesting to listen to?" Apparently she was just a bit of a talker. At least her voice was nice to listen to. A pleasant soprano that one might even dub 'cute'.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 17, 2016 11:28:57 GMT -8
"As I said impressive. I've never traveled beyond this plane. Yet I didn't know Thorun existed until I came here. Though I suppose the magic part makes it less impressive."
Aesen absently gets up and slips down from the wall. Once his feet are settled he opens his eyes and gives the tiefling a sly smile.
"I was just doing general listening when you arrived. Of course before that I was listening for something rather helpful. As to what I am waiting for, it would be that."
Aesen gestures in such a way that Lisere might for a moment think he's pointing at her. Of course what he is pointing at is right behind her. A noble looking carriage pulled by some fine horses. He approaches the carriage and the coachman opens the door for him. He pauses, turns, and then leans against the frame.
"So miss?"
He'd wait for her to give him a name then assuming she did he'd continue.
"Since you are new to this plane I don't suppose you'd like to attend a party?"
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 17, 2016 16:12:30 GMT -8
Lisere canted her head to one side, looking both curious and puzzled. Something helpful? Before she could ask what he meant, he was pointing.. at her? No, that couldn't be right. Her pointed ears flicked, as did her tail, when she heard something behind her. Half-turning to look over her shoulder, she spotted the carriage, and spun fully about when her new acquaintance approached the vehicle. She stared at him blankly for a moment when he said 'So miss?', until it occurred to her that he was asking her name.
"Oh! Lisere Najus. Is my name." He continued by asking her to attend a party, and her eyes widened. Then she grinned and nodded vigorously, her tail twisting and lashing happily behind her.
"I love parties!" She darted forward, more than ready to follow him wherever. She was, perhaps, a bit naive and too trusting.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 17, 2016 16:56:02 GMT -8
Aesen blinks in surprise at Lisere's enthusiasm. He'd have thought she'd ask some questions. Her naivety and bubbliness was rather cute. Almost enough to make him feel bad about what he was going to do. Almost, but not quite. After all she'd be in no danger. Once they are both inside he knocks on the roof and the carriage takes off.
"Well, before the party we have to make a spot. No offense, but what you are wearing won't do. Neither will what I am wearing. We are going to the tailors know to pick up my suit. I am sure the seamstress will be able to fit you a dress. It won't be quite as fetching as my suit, but better than your robes."
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 17, 2016 17:16:04 GMT -8
Lisere settled in the carriage, peering out the windows with great curiosity at the passing city. When Aesen spoke to her, she dragged her focus back to the boy and blinked, then tilted her head as her tail thumped on the seat beside her, then reached to coil almost anxiously around her staff.
"Oh. You make a good point. I do sort of stick out. I can use spells to make myself look more normal, should I do that? I don't want to get you in trouble because I look so strange." Her wide silver eyes were filled with concern as she absently took her lower lip between her teeth, worrying the plump flesh in a nervous manner. She hadn't stopped to think that her exotic appearance might cause problems for her new friend at this party. It sounded like a fancy party. They probably wouldn't want a tiefling there.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 17, 2016 18:04:39 GMT -8
"No that won't be necessary Lisere. I think you look splendid as you are now. Once we get you into a dress, I dare say you'll be the talk of the town."
Aesen gives a charmingly disarming smile. One that says he means every word he said. Of course he did mean what he said. Just not exactly in the way he said it. The carriage pulls to a halt and the door is opened. Stepping outside he offers Lisere his hand, to assist her in exiting the carriage. Regardless if she took it or not he'd lead her inside the tailors. A dimunitive little man in thick glasses looks up from his sewing.
"Aw Master Kestrel! So good to see you, you're suit is..."
The man trails off and blinks at Lisere.
"Oh! A demon! We don't see many of your kind around these parts. Mostly around the big cities like Isra. Oh, sorry I shouldn't be saying things like that. You just caught me off guard."
Aesen smiles at the man. That was exactly the reaction he'd hoped Lisere would provoke. He then says to the old man.
"Master Gilbert, this is my new friend Lisere. She will be accompanying me to the party tonight. It's a bit last minute, but I was hoping you'd have a dress for her."
The old man eyes Lisere for a moment. Then he pulls out a measuring tape and without waiting for permission sets about taking her measurements. After a moment he clucks his tongue and says.
"Well it won't be perfect, but I have a dress I can let out right quick. It even matches her hair. It won't do her the justice she deserves, but it should be adequate."
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 17, 2016 19:10:10 GMT -8
Lisere's eyes widened at his words, and then she blushed. It was harder to discern on the upper portions of her cheeks, where the skin was replaced with scaly patches, but it was more readily visible on the lower curves of her face and in her pointed ears. Pressing a rune on her staff, the item began to shrink and twist, almost melting over her hand until it had wrapped around her wrist and forearm in a winding bracelet. Taking his hand when the carriage stopped, she clambered out with Aesen's assistance, albeit mostly unnecessary as it was, and then followed him into the shop. She winced at hearing the tailor call her a demon, and hastened to correct him.
"I don't mean to be rude, sir, but I'm not a demon. I'm a tiefling. One of my ancestors was demonic." She sounded apologetic even as she corrected the man. And then she just sputtered, looking and sounding flabbergasted as the man measured her without even asking permission first. Once he'd taken her measurements, she crossed her arms self-consciously and stepped back, half-hiding behind Aesen. Finally unruffling her proverbial feathers, she gave the man a wan smile.
"Thank you for helping us, sir."
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 17, 2016 20:06:18 GMT -8
"Think nothing of it my dear. After all it isn't as though I am not getting paid." Gilbert lets out a tittering laugh and gives Lisere a warm smile. With the measurements taken he grabs a dress off a mannequin. A lovely purple dress, with a plunging neckline that still managed to look courtly. "You will look ravishing in this I think miss. Just give me thirty minutes to make some adjustments. Help yourself to some tea and biscuits well you wait." Aesen stepped out of the dressing room. He'd slipped inside while Lisere was being measured. His black leather ensemble had been replaced by a black tuxedo, white shit, and bow tie. He cut quite the handsome figure in it. He nods to the old man and says with a grin. "Thank you Master Gilbert you are most kind." Aesen puts the kettle over the fire to boil. Then he finds the biscuits the old man was talk about in the back. He pours them onto a plate and offers them to Lisere. Between bites of one of the sugar cookies he says with a grin. "So Lisere, tell me about yourself. Where do you come from? What brought you here? What are you looking to do?"
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 18, 2016 6:18:50 GMT -8
Lisere's eyes widened as she saw the dress. She'd never worn anything so fine before! She reached out as though to touch the material, but before she could, the tailor was whisking it away to be adjusted. She glanced over to Aesen, only to see him stepping out of a dressing room, looking very sharp. Her cheeks colored again, and she looked away, immediately distracted by the offer of cookies. Taking one, she nibbled at it as she began to poke around, peering inquisitively at the various dresses and other garments on display. Then when she encountered a mirror, she realized she really should do something with her hair. As Aesen asked his questions, she pulled a comb out of one of her belt pouches and began to do something about the lavender locks perched atop her head.
"I grew up in a temple of Tymora, in the city of Luskan, in Faerûn. No idea who my parents are - the clerics found me as a baby and raised me. I don't know what brought me here. I'm a Planeswalker, so I just kind of.. move between them. I'm pretty sure Tymora directs me where to go. She's the goddess of Luck, you see. I'm not really looking to do anything in particular. I just like to go adventuring, see whatever I can, experience new things." By the time she finished speaking, she had her hair mostly tamed into something pretty - much of it was left down, spilling over her shoulders and down her back, while some of it was twisted into braids that wound around her horns in an intricate, yet somehow simple, design. Tucking the comb back into her pocket, she turned to look at Aesen again and grinned.
"Do you make a habit of asking girls you just met to go to parties with you?"
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 18, 2016 7:43:38 GMT -8
Aesen listens intently though there are a lot of words he doesn't recognize. Tymora, Luskan, Faerûn all places he'd never heard of. But she was a planes walker and that was a term he'd read about. It was quite the impressive gift, one that gave unprecedented freedom.
"So you are saying the goddess of luck lead you to me? How fortunate for me."
Aesen's voice is teasing and his smile is disarming. He watched the progression of her hair and when she was finished he nods in approval. "That looks lovely." He says quietly punctuating the statement with another disarming smile.
"I don't make a habit of asking all the girls I just met no. Only the ones who appear out of nowhere and look incredibly striking."
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 18, 2016 11:50:06 GMT -8
"It's entirely possible. My luck is.. odd, sometimes." That was putting it lightly, but she didn't elaborate on the oddities that came of her presence on a frequent basis. She was tempted to ask why her being led to him was fortunate for Aesen, but before she could, he complimented her hair, and that smile. Once again, Lisere blushed, dropping her gaze and turning away in an attempt to hide her reaction. She'd never had much interaction with boys, and this one was cute, and he was being so nice and complimenting her and she just did not know how to handle it. Clearing her throat, she resumed poking around the shop.
"I guess I'm the lucky one, then, that I met someone so willing to look past the horns and tail and be friendly." She smiled, although there was a bit of sadness lurking about her silver eyes which said that was an infrequent occurrence. Most people thought the same thing the tailor did when they saw her - that she was a demon. That assumption was usually followed almost immediately by screaming and panicked fleeing. Aesen's reaction was a welcome change.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 18, 2016 12:14:49 GMT -8
"Well demons have fearsome reputations, but they are people. They work and pay bills like anyone else regardless of their hobbies. Indeed, I've heard tale that the finest cook on this plane is a demon. Besides I personally thing the horns look rather fetching."
Aesen gives her a teasing smile before taking a long drink from his mug. It was a tasty raspberry tea, light and fruity that paired surprisingly well with the sugar cookies. Tragically he couldn't avail himself of the cookies. Couldn't afford to get crumbs on the tux. He realizes he's fallen silent. That could be bad he was trying to avoid having her ask questions. He liked Lisere and he'd rather avoid lying to her. Mostly because he like to avoid lies on principal. It was so troublesome keeping everything straight.
"So have you thought on what you will do after that party? I assume you don't have a place to stay since you just arrived."
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 18, 2016 14:23:08 GMT -8
Lisere looked at Aesen with open disbelief on her face when he said that supposedly, the best cook in this realm was a demon. She wasn't sure what was more surprising - that a demon was working as a chef, or that a demon liked to cook. Of course that thought immediately flew out of her head when he said he thought her horns were fetching, and then she blushed vigorously as she turned away again, peering intently at some sort of garment that appeared to be little more than some straps and a few lengths of cloth of meant to hang strategically in certain places. She was still investigating the item when he spoke again, and she glanced over her shoulder at him, her tail twitching and curling as she shook her head slightly.
"No.. I haven't really thought about it. I never have much of a plan when I go planeswalking. I just end up in a place, and things.. happen from there. Sometimes that means running for my life, sometimes it means literally stumbling over a lost treasure trove, sometimes it means roaming with a band of pacifistic nomads. I never know what's going to happen when I end up somewhere. It just tends to work out."
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 18, 2016 14:36:03 GMT -8
"That sounds nice if rather hectic. I can't imagine what it's like to have things work out of there own accord."
Aesen remarks dryly, though there is something in his voice. Something almost wistful. Shaking his head he gestures, indicating she should look behind her. Master Gilbert is there the dress held before him.
"Just try this on miss Lisere. It isn't perfect, but it's should be good considering the time restraints."
Despite the old gentleman's constant noyes that it wouldn't be perfect, Lisere would find the dress miraculously fit perfectly. Lucky that.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 18, 2016 15:33:37 GMT -8
"I've gotten used to it. It's actually kind of fun." Smiling faintly, she turned at his gesture and nodded to Master Gilbert.
"Thank you." Taking the dress carefully in her clawed hands, she hurried into the nearby changing room and hurriedly shed her usual garb, then pulled the dress on with the utmost caution, not wanting to risk tearing the fabric. Once it was on and secured, she stepped hesitantly out of the room, looking up at Aesen with an anxious expression.
"..Do I.. look okay?" She turned in a slow, nervous circle, trying to control the antics of her tail as it twitched and swished below the skirt.
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