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 23, 2016 12:39:17 GMT -8
The remainder of the meal is consumed with only light banter from Aesen. The last hour had been quite the whirlwind of emotion. It would be some time before he was recovered fully. Once they had eaten their fill Aesen loaded the blanket into the basket and offered Lisere his arm. They had only made it around roughly half the island. It was time to start their trip back.
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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 23, 2016 13:07:15 GMT -8
Lisere ate happily and chatted with him, telling him some of the things she'd seen in other planes and stories she'd heard. His banter made her giggle, and she was generally happy, her eyes sparkling. When the time came for their picnic to end, she helped him gather everything up then took his arm, being careful of her claws as ever. As they began to walk, she looked up at him and smiled, nearly glowing with happiness.
"This has been the best day ever. Thank you, Aesen."
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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 23, 2016 13:17:08 GMT -8
"The days not over yet Mon Cher."
Aesen adds an overly Gauldish accent to his voice on those last words. It was true, they had an entire half the island to see and explore. The remainder of the afternoon is spent walking, laughing, and exploring various shops. Before finally they return to the street they started on. By this time Aesen's stomach is growling and he muses aloud.
"Why don't head back to my place and freshen up. Then go out and get dinner?"
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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 23, 2016 13:49:13 GMT -8
There was that language again! It sent a shiver down her spine and made her blush brightly as her tail twisted itself into a loose knot. Lisere decided that hearing Aesen speak Gauldish was quite possibly her most favorite thing ever. At some point during their walk, her hand had migrated down from tucked in the crook of his elbow to loosely grasping his, and it would remain so unless he objected. She couldn't believe how happy she was when they ended up back on the street where their day had begun, and she anticipated that Aesen would say they should head back to his apartment.. but she didn't expect the suggestion of getting dinner. After a whole day together, she thought he would've wanted some time to himself. Her surprise showed briefly, and then she was smiling, nodding eagerly in agreement.
"That sounds great. Let's do it."
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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 23, 2016 14:02:15 GMT -8
Aesen lead Lisere back to his apartment. His land lady was less than pleased at his response about where they would be eating. A grumbled "dang boy coming in and out at all hour again." Could be heard. Aesen just grinned and lead her in to his rooms. Once they had washed off the dirt and sweat of a day spent walking. (And had a glass of wine to fortify themselves.) Aesen would lead her into the richer distract of town. His eyes flitting over fancy restaurant names until he found one to his liking. Leading her inside he grinned at the maitre d. One do you know who I am speech latter and he and Lisere found themselves at a table in the restaurant.
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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 23, 2016 14:15:49 GMT -8
Lisere smiled cheerily to the landlady and followed Aesen up to his apartment, hastily washing and attempting to make herself look more presentable. Having only the one outfit didn't lend itself to making that an easy prospect, but she did the best she could. Doing something different with her hair helped, weaving it into a few intricate braids that were strategically placed around her horns.. but when they left the house and moved into the more wealthy area of the town, she realized she was drastically under-dressed. Feeling out of place, she remained silent as she accompanied Aesen into his chosen restaurant, doing her best to look at ease and keep smiling. She managed, though her anxiety was palpable in the way her tail kept twitching and swishing behind her. Settling at the table, she folded her hands in her lap and fidgeted.
"I feel so very out of place again." This was spoken very quietly as she looked up at him.
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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 23, 2016 14:59:36 GMT -8
"You are only out of place if you feel out of place. It's about confidence Lisere. It doesn't matter what you are wearing, if you wear it like a queen then people will bow to you."
Aesen gestured to his own outfit. He hadn't changed into a fancy suit, indeed he was dressed quite casually. But something in the way he sat, in the aura he gave off made him seem right at home. As though the fancy dress of the other dinner was the wrong thing to wear. A bread basket and menus are brought to the table and the waiter nods respectfully to Aesen.
"Can I get you a drink to start my lord?"
Aesen nods and say genially.
"A bottle of Gauldish red Acroix vineyard if you have it."
The waiter nods.
"An excellent choice my lord. And for the lady?"
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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 23, 2016 15:09:41 GMT -8
Lisere gave him a skeptical look. She wasn't very good at lying, usually, and she didn't like to make a habit of it. Funny, for someone who was a cleric of a luck god. But Tymora didn't also deal in trickery.. her patrons were adventurers and the like. Biting her lip, she tried to sit and hold herself as though she had every right to be there, and as though her simple cleric's attire were as fine as the dress she'd worn the night before. Convincing herself of these things was far from easy, but she tried. When the waiter appeared, she gave him what she hoped was a casual smile and shook her head slightly.
"Simply another glass so I can enjoy some of that wine." She didn't know a damn thing about wine, but as long as Aesen didn't mind - she shot him a questioning glance just to make sure - then she'd at least give it a try. She'd liked the wine last night and that they'd been drinking earlier, after all.
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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 23, 2016 15:31:00 GMT -8
"Very good."
The waiter bows and takes his leave. Aesen grins at Lisere and laughs.
"That wasn't bad for a first attempt. Remember all it is, is confidence. Nobles are told every day of their life that they are special. All you have to do is fake that and people will defer to you. It's really quite amazing."
With that said Aesen leaned back in his chair. Then he jumped when a female voice spoke up.
"Is that so? It certainly sounds impressive."
Turning to look over his shoulder Aesen spots a petite woman with white hair. She is arm in arm with a stern faced katashiman man. Aesen clears his throat and gives the woman a dazzling smile.
"Er, yes can we help you?"
The woman chuckles and says sweetly.
"Well I heard there was a Baron's son dining in this restaurant and I thought I'd say hello. Hello and also that there is no Baron Kestral in Alban."
Aesen's smiles freezes in place. Then he shakes his head and says.
"Madam I don't know what gave you..."
"It's actually your grace."
The woman cuts him off.
"After all I am Duchess Laider of Alban. So what lie were you going to tell me young man?"
Aesen pauses turns to Lisere and then after a moments hesitation he yells out.
"RUN!"
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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 23, 2016 16:05:31 GMT -8
Lisere's eyes widened as she saw a white-haired woman and her stern-looking companion approaching, but she wasn't able to warn Aesen in time before they heard what he was saying and replied. Her breath caught as the woman revealed that there was no Baron Kestrel in Alban, and that she was a Duchess in the very land Aesen was pretending to be from. Her whole body tensed as she panicked, trying to decide what to do.. and the Aesen, blessedly, gave her the impetus needed to do the smart thing and run. She jumped upright, knocking her chair over in the process, and grabbed his hand, dragging Aesen with her as she bolted toward the exit and out into the streets. He'd feel an odd pressurized sensation in the air around them and a strange twisting feeling, whereupon he might notice odd things happening: Fortunately placed obstacles that wouldn't impede their escape but would make it slightly more difficult for pursuers to catch them, convenient shifting of crowds to open up avenues that hadn't been there before and would hasten their departure, things like that.
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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 23, 2016 16:12:23 GMT -8
The Duchess and her companion stared in wide eyed shock. The young couple had decided to bolt. Ana looked to Hiro and chuckled. The wait staff and other customers looked aghast. Aesen though saw none of this. As Lisere pulled him along he eventually took control. Leading her down various side streets to throw off pursuit. Though that may have been unnecessary given her luck manipulation. When they are finally far enough away her turns to her. Then he laughs long, loud, and happy.
"Well that was fun."
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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 23, 2016 16:20:45 GMT -8
Lisere stumbled to a stop beside him, sinking to the ground with her legs folded beneath her and her tail laying limply behind her, gasping for air. She looked up at Aesen with a breathless laugh and an incredulous expression, though something in her gaze was tinted with fear.
"You.. call that.. fun? I'd hate.. to see.. what you call.. a bad time." She pushed tendrils of hair that had escaped from her braids out of her face, and looked away from him, glancing behind them to make sure they weren't being pursued. The crowd ebbed back into place, and she slumped in relief. The odd pressurized-twisty sensation abruptly vanished, and Lisere tilted her head sharply to the left a few times, as though trying to dispel an uncomfortable sensation, and worked her jaw until her ears popped. Then she sighed. Well. She'd worked things strongly in their favor with good luck.. now things were going to get.. unpleasant for a while.
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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 23, 2016 16:23:54 GMT -8
"An honest days work."
Aesen respond glibly. He honestly couldn't imagine anything more horrid than that. Chuckling he reaches down and offers Lisere a hand. Once she takes it he pulls her to her feet. Then he says still breathless with laughter and exertion.
"Let's find somewhere less reputable to eat shall we?"
Then he'd return to the inn they ate at the night before. Settling into a table and ordering more of the excellent fish stew and black berry ale.
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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 23, 2016 16:30:36 GMT -8
Lisere hesitated a moment before taking his hand and letting him help her to her feet. As they moved, he might notice that Lisere was doing her best to be extremely careful; she jumped at every loud noise and was choosing her steps with the utmost caution, her tail slithering up beneath the hanging fabric of her top and winding around her waist, her free hand tucked anxiously against her chest. Even then, she frequently tripped, and only holding on to him kept her from tumbling right over into various things - gutters, poles, crates, people and animals, puddles and piles of excrement. She breathed a sigh of relief when they made it to the inn unscathed, and she finally released him as they approached a table.
And that was when everything went wrong. Someone stood up abruptly, and Lisere moved out of their way, only to trip over someone else's dangling coattails, stumble forward, and crash to the floor, knocking her head on the edge of their table on the way down. She only barely managed to avoid breaking one of her horns in the process, but she had a little gash above her right eyebrow that was bleeding profusely as she fumbled her way into a sitting position with a groan.
"Owww..."
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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 23, 2016 16:47:58 GMT -8
Aesen starred flabbergasted at the display. What in the hell just happened? Lisere had been rather jumpy the whole way to the inn. Then the moment she released his hand she wound up in a mess on the floor. He crouches down next to her and produces a handkerchief. Gently dabbing away the blood. He looks around and finds the inn keeper.
"Fetch me some water, if you'd please."
Aesen says in a calm, but authoritative voice. The man went to the back to do as he was told. Aesen then grasped Lisere gently by the chin and lifted her face up to his. Pressing the handkerchief firmly to her brow he says with a hint of amusement crossed with concern.
"Are you okay? What was 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 23, 2016 17:10:42 GMT -8
Lisere looked up at Aesen guiltily, then turned her gaze away. She couldn't lower her head because he was holding her chin, but she didn't meet his eyes as she quietly explained what had just happened.
"..I told you I'm a cleric of a luck goddess.. that gives me.. certain abilities. I can manipulate luck to work in my favor. But it has.. consequences. Afterwards I have.. really bad luck. And it gets worse depending on how much I manipulated it, or if I did it for a really long time." She looked up as the innkeeper returned with water, and spoke quietly to him.
"I'm sorry for causing such a ruckus, sir. I'm so clumsy sometimes." She gently pulled away from Aesen's grasp and grabbed onto the table, wobbling a bit as she stood. Her head hurt from where she'd hit it, and she was a little dizzy, but his tender ministrations had quelled the bleeding.
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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 23, 2016 17:15:54 GMT -8
Aesen strokes his chin at her explanation. Dipping the clean end of the handkerchief in the water he wipes the blood from her face. Once he's satisfied he sits her down in the nearest chair. He orders a glass of red wine for her. He hears that it can be fortifying. Then he sits down across from her. It isn't long before two bowls of fish stew, a basket of bread, and their drinks are lain upon the table.
"It seems like an interesting ability. But it is obviously a double edged sword. I imagine you use it quite sparingly."
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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 23, 2016 18:51:55 GMT -8
Lisere murmured her thanks as he assisted her into a chair and ordered for her, trying to tuck her wayward hair back out of the way, and very studiously not looking at him. When the food arrived, she ignored it for the moment, instead grasping the glass of wine and pulling it closer so she could sip at it. She was mid-sip when Aesen spoke, and she looked over at him hesitantly, then nodded slowly.
"I usually only use it when it's really necessary. My luck is usually strange enough as it is, but when I actively manipulate it.. it can get.. pretty crazy. And sometimes it's this weird blend of the two. One time I was exploring a ruin and fell through a hole in the floor and slid down this tunnel and landed in a pile of treasure. I also broke my arm and got banged up really badly, but it was literally a room full of treasure." All this was said quietly. She didn't want people overhearing. She wasn't even sure how she felt about sharing it with Aesen.
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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 23, 2016 20:11:07 GMT -8
Aesen raised an eye brow in astonishment. It sounded like things would certainly be interesting with Lisere around. Then he paused and thought for a moment.
"Or how the first person you met here happened to be a charming, handsome, witty, boy who was interested in you. Though he was also a thief who wanted to use you. Your luck is indeed quite strange Lisere."
He chuckles at his own little joke and takes a swig of ale. Then he digs into the fish stew. Unlike her he is ravenous. After all they had run half way across town.
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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 23, 2016 20:36:42 GMT -8
"..Yes. That too." She smiled slightly, and after setting aside her wine, she began to eat the stew in small bites. She was wondering now why her luck had directed her here, to this plane, and to Aesen. It was somewhat troublesome, really. Tymora didn't usually take a direct interest in her clerics. Had she done so here? And if so, why? She ended up staring into her stew and stirring it, her brow furrowed in puzzlement.
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