Chance
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: 20
Physical Description: A tall young man with scraggly hair and the beginnings of a beard. His build is lean and muscular, skin tanned from working as at docks and on boats for the past year.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 17:46:53 GMT -8
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Post by Chance on May 13, 2015 15:55:24 GMT -8
In his slumber Oliver experienced extraordinarily vivid dream. A battles flashed in his minds eye. At first Oliver was only observing from above. The the dream would shift and Oliver would fall into the battle and be caught helplessly in the middle. No one seemed to notice him when this happened. One battle was between men, goblins, and elves. Another between a dragon and a wolf. The last was between to mages. The power and destruction of these fights awed and terrified Oliver.
The battles faded and Oliver found himself standing in front of an old and quiet forest. He could sense that the tree's were more alive then any he had encountered before. The trees were close together and Oliver could find no way to enter the woods. He approached the forest border and as he did so the trees seemed to part, presenting a path before him. He stepped into the woods and immediately awoke.
Only a dream. But it seemed so real. Oliver had been at the den for about a week and expected Ursa to wake soon. He had hunted a little and drank from the spring. During the week pixies, exotic bugs, and even a centaur had passed by to examine the boy. Oliver had greeted the centaur, but it's response had been unintelligible. At night the was visited by shadows and strange dreams.
Ursa stirred and yawned. "Learning had been made." The bear stated to Oliver.
"Ummm." Oliver replied. "I am not sure I really learned much."
"True. But the forest has leaned of you." The bear said with inherent wisdom. "Tell me of your dreams."
Oliver explained to her about the dreams of battles he had witnessed and of the shadowy figures. Last he explained the unusual forest he had seen. "The world is changing." Ursa said. "New powers are rising and old one are returning. The forest you saw, what was it's name?"
"The Verdant Greens." Oliver said immediately, then gasped in surprise at his own knowledge.
"I thought so. The forest has called to you. We must go to it." Ursa said this like there was no choice in the matter then began to lumber away. Oliver followed without argument.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 6, 2016 17:30:07 GMT -8
Trogdor glided over the large forest in search of Zaltos's mana signature. Teh dragon knew he was close and suspected that his rider was about to have a little fun in Goraia. How could Trogdor resist such a chance. Blood began to burn hot in anticipation. In a bout of joy Trogdor flew low and let out a gout of flame across the forest. People for miles would see signs of his destruction.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Apr 7, 2016 9:55:21 GMT -8
In the distance Trogdor could see fire in the horizon, like a second sun was rising. Zaltos would be here soon. The dragon laughed in a deep, rumbling growl that turned into a roar. He tapped into his pool of manna and began to draw the winds out of the east. It would take slightly more energy to create a westerly wind but once the storm front was built up and released it would be nigh unstoppable. Rather than relying on magic a lone the dragon began to torch the forest. He would create a pyrocumulonimbus storms.
Hot air and smoke rose far into the atmosphere as forest animals began to scream. Trogdor concentrated his magic expenditures on keeping the growing cloud in place above the Forgotten Usque. As such cold air from the upper atmosphere began to pour into the pocket of hot air created by the fire. Actual clouds were beginning to as the cold front mingled with the hot air. Ash and smoke dissolved into the condensation creating abnormally black clouds.
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Flare Wildfall
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Physical Description: A small fae, only a few inches in height and with a pair of torn membrane wings that leave him able to fly for only short distances. As with most of his kind, Flare is soft and feminine looking.
Clothes and Equipment: Tends to wear tiny clothes made of tiny things and wields a strong red thorn as a sword, though he doesn't like using it.
Registered: May 14, 2017 20:12:13 GMT -8
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Post by Flare Wildfall on May 14, 2017 22:08:23 GMT -8
The small robin bird lowered itself down through the tree canopy and finally landed upon a large branch somewhere a few meters from the ground. Flare Wildfall slid from it's back, then stood and stretched his legs with a groan while the robin twisted it's head at him for attention. With a smile, the fae gave it a stroke. "Go and rest now, you've taken me far enough," he told her, then watched as the robin hopped away and took off again to find a place to drink from.
Suddenly he was alone. He sighed, but smiled to try and force his spirits to remain up as he looked around at his surroundings. The Forgotten Usque wasn't unknown to him, for he and his people had lived their for as long as any of them could remember... But for as much of the forest as he thought he knew, there was so much more he didn't! The scope of his journey wasn't yet fully apparent, but the fact he had come further than he had ever been before in the several hours of high-speed flight on the Robin's back certainly was... Yet even that was nothing, no distance at all compared to the lands of the big-folk and what they could travel.
He realized that thinking in terms of "large-scale" was going to be the hardest part to get used to. Anything he had ever thought of as big now had to be small if he was ever going to finish the task Anu had given him; to survive in a world of big-folk, he had to think like the big-folk!
First he had to get down to the ground, he told himself as he began to climb down the branches and the trunk of the tree. The canopy and intertwining, connected highways of branches might have been safer at night, but in the daylight Flare much preferred being able to hide down with the fallen leaves and roots. Plus... He was unlikely to fall to his death if he he couldn't fall! It was a decent starting plan, one that could absolutely not go wrong!
After a moment, he turned away from the trunk and leaped into the air with his arms and legs outstretched. Soon the air that blew through the trees caused his torn wings to spread outwards as though they could actually carry him in flight and slow his fall into a soft glide that ended when he reached a ground of crumpled leaves and dusted himself off.
"Right. This way-!" He called to himself, choosing the direction he was at least pretty sure the bird had been flying in and then setting off in a walk to follow it. From Flare's perspective, the forest floor was incredible; mushrooms grew larger than he was, trees were like mountains and small forest creatures like moles and squirrels may as well have been bears. Luckily for him - he was rather good at persuading animals not to eat him, especially the vegetarian ones!
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Puck
Committed
Roleplay posts: 50
Physical Description: Six inches tall. Naked. Turquoise hair. Blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Equipment:
Little brown mushroom hat
Strand of red hair of unknown power
Registered: May 22, 2015 23:06:55 GMT -8
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Post by Puck on May 14, 2017 22:47:50 GMT -8
Darkness all around! The eye in the sky had been shut. The Garden Nation had been freed from the corrupting light of the phoenix.
After being released from the spells of the orb of judgement Puck had been ashamed to see what had become of the garden. In a fit of tears at his part in the ruined beauty, the little fairy had fled Stonevale. He lost himself in the woods seeking peace and quite...Or perhaps a new adventure to help him forget the terrible Goraian days.
Puck had found himself a mossy stump. Atop it he had placed a pine cone, rock, and stick in a circle and was commencing a tea party, "Oh no Mr. Stick, you have had far to much sugar in your tea already. Here, have a biscuit." The stick stood upright, having been stabbed into the stump. Puck "fed" a leaf to Mr. Stick.
"Oh no Miss Cone, I don't think Squirrel will be joining us today. Rock was awfully rude to him last time."
The inane chatter went on and on for Puck was capable of goofing off indefinitely.
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Flare Wildfall
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Physical Description: A small fae, only a few inches in height and with a pair of torn membrane wings that leave him able to fly for only short distances. As with most of his kind, Flare is soft and feminine looking.
Clothes and Equipment: Tends to wear tiny clothes made of tiny things and wields a strong red thorn as a sword, though he doesn't like using it.
Registered: May 14, 2017 20:12:13 GMT -8
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Post by Flare Wildfall on May 15, 2017 6:48:13 GMT -8
Flare's people had rather large ears for being so small, an evolutionary advantage that had let them hear danger far before they could see it and something that came in quite handy when he heard Puck's tea party from quite the distance away and decided to move towards it with an innocent curiosity. He clambered over large roots, navigated a pool of leaves and found himself clutching to the bark of a tree to avoid a patch of thorns below, all so that he could take the most difficult and least expected route to the typically unusual scene of a 'fairy folk' at play.
Hopefully the difficult path he had chosen meant he could see Puck before Puck could see him, leaving Flare free to examine the tea party, its hosts and the invited 'guests' for any sign of trouble or danger. When he saw none, he hopped down to a root and used it as a slide that took him right down near the fairy's make-shift table. "Boo!" He called in a friendly greeting. "Why are you having a tea party out here?"
He made no mention of it being pretend, for who was he to say it wasn't real? The forest was full of spirits; trees, animals, perhaps even sticks, rocks and pine-cones.
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Grubb Corntwigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: A small pixie, and like other pixies only a few inches tall. He has brown bug-like wings he typically prefers to keep folded behind him unless he is actively in flight. It is very common to see him with a bit of dirt on his face as he is an earth pixie.
Clothes and Equipment: He prefers the colors of the earth for clothing; browns, reds, greens, and yellows. He also tends to carry a tiny satchel with him, which he keeps slung around to his back under his wings.
Registered: May 16, 2017 7:55:54 GMT -8
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Post by Grubb Corntwigs on May 16, 2017 8:47:01 GMT -8
Grubb walked along the leaf-covered floor of the forest, occasionally having to hop over or crawl under a root or fallen twig. He didn't mind it at all, the wonderful smell and feeling of the rich earth that give birth to such a mighty forest, which in turn gave back to its home and maker in the form of compost so that the symbiotic cycle may continue. Grubb's big feet (for his size) made the going louder and clumsier than might have been expected from a pixie, but of course he paid such things no mind. He was among friends here, so close to nature. After all, he surmised, if there was any sign of trouble it would be awfully hard to catch a pixie as adept at burrowing and moving through the earth as he was.
It wasn't long before Grubb happened upon the scene of Flare Wildfall and Puck ; one appearing to be having a tea party with rocks and sticks, and the other appearing to be trying to join in on the party in some way. Immediately Grubb was fascinated. He had so many questions! He looked on, gawking directly at the pair for several long beats while thoughts, ideas, and questions flooded his mind.
Quickly, as if suddenly broken from the spell of wonder, Grubb set to work. He grabbed a tiny twig, and broke off a segment not quite an inch in length. The tiny pixie stabbed the twig into the soft dirt, and immediately topped it with a good thick section of leaf he scavenged quickly from the nearby foliage. He pushed the leaf down, impaling it on the stick. It was a bit flimsy, but it would do. He looked back, seeing Puck pretending to feed his guest, the stick, a bit of leaf.
He needed guests! And something for them to eat! - Better yet, something for himself to eat! And something to sit on!
His mind raced as Grubb found himself in search of these things that he would need if he were to mime this wonderful activity he was witnessing.
(@nyree )
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Puck
Committed
Roleplay posts: 50
Physical Description: Six inches tall. Naked. Turquoise hair. Blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Equipment:
Little brown mushroom hat
Strand of red hair of unknown power
Registered: May 22, 2015 23:06:55 GMT -8
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Post by Puck on May 16, 2017 11:50:08 GMT -8
"Oh! Welcome friend!" Puck said, bouncing up and down with glee. The fairy grabbed Mr. Stick and threw him back into the forest in order to make a spot for Flare Wildfall. "Have a seat. Mr. Stick was just leaving. My name is Puck! would you like some tea or a crumpet?" Puck made busy pouring the imaginary tea and selecting a broken bit of mushroom. "I would like to introduce you to Rock and Miss Pine Cone." Puck gestured to his original guests, but they made no reply. Puck did not yet notice Grubb Corntwigs, but he and whoever else was welcome to join the party.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 20, 2024 14:12:17 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2017 19:55:28 GMT -8
"Ow!" came a sharp cry from the shrubbery where Puck had thrown Mr. Stick. She shoved away the little branches and came walking into the clearing, her hazel eyes stormy and frowning, her autumn-red hair drawn up into a high ponytail. She took in the sight of the three pixie men, her eyes large on her pixie face. She was also holding Mr. Stick in her hand and held it up for them to see. "Who threw this?" She demanded, her little cheeks bright pink with her anger. Her butterfly-esque wings fluttered with irritation behind her back, a bit of shimmering dust floating in the air for a moment. She noticed Flare Wildfall and used Mr. Stick to point at him. "What happened to your wings?"
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Flare Wildfall
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Physical Description: A small fae, only a few inches in height and with a pair of torn membrane wings that leave him able to fly for only short distances. As with most of his kind, Flare is soft and feminine looking.
Clothes and Equipment: Tends to wear tiny clothes made of tiny things and wields a strong red thorn as a sword, though he doesn't like using it.
Registered: May 14, 2017 20:12:13 GMT -8
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Post by Flare Wildfall on May 16, 2017 20:13:41 GMT -8
"Uhhh... Both?" Flare replied to Puck, hoping a little at first that Puck at least had real tea and crumpets to go with his party. It was at that moment he began to doubt whether or not Puck was simply playing or actually insane, though a second thought on the matter made him wonder if there was any real difference between them.
He decided to introduce himself. "I'm Flare," he told them, giving a wave that went on a little longer than it ought to and stopped only when the sharp cry of Nyree Primdark was followed by her demands and rather blunt personal question.
"They... Broke?" Was all he could think to say.
Phew. The big-folk of the Tuatha De Nalma were beginning to sound more and more right! He had thought it a joke when he overheard a group of them talking about how there was never just one fae, but it had been quite a while since he had ever been in a position to verify it. Of course he couldn't count himself in that stereotype, often feeling so different from others of his kind.
"What were you doing in there?" He asked, pointing to the shrubbery.
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Grubb Corntwigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: A small pixie, and like other pixies only a few inches tall. He has brown bug-like wings he typically prefers to keep folded behind him unless he is actively in flight. It is very common to see him with a bit of dirt on his face as he is an earth pixie.
Clothes and Equipment: He prefers the colors of the earth for clothing; browns, reds, greens, and yellows. He also tends to carry a tiny satchel with him, which he keeps slung around to his back under his wings.
Registered: May 16, 2017 7:55:54 GMT -8
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Post by Grubb Corntwigs on May 17, 2017 2:06:56 GMT -8
Grubb, keeping a keen eye on the tea party whilst he flailed about in vain to find his own party supplies, saw Puck throw Mr. Stick.
"Hurg!" he grunted as he pulled up the stick that was supporting his leaf table, and threw it like a javelin into the dense woods; the leaf almost immediately separated from the stick, and settled quietly and slowly to the ground at his feet. Looking at where his table used to be, Grubb instantly realized his mistake. This was obviously not right! He'd destroyed his own tea party in his impetuous and unthinking effort to mime the fun of the other ongoing tea party.
This was more work than he'd anticipated it being.
It was only then that Grubb saw @nyree holding Mr. Stick and questioning Flare Wildfall . Through whatever strange logical gymnastics Grubb's little mind was capable of to justify it, he approached the rather unhappy looking pixie. Grubb crossed the couple of feet between where he was over to Nyree, his brownish fly-like wings beating quickly to carry him.
"Madam, please!" he said as he took Mr. Stick from her. "He's my date!"
Grubb fixed his tiny, rather strange looking, pointy hat, and addressed the other two fairies.
"A fine day to you gentlemen! I think you both already know my companion, Mr. Stick." he was obviously putting on airs that didn't come naturally to him. "May we join you?"
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Puck
Committed
Roleplay posts: 50
Physical Description: Six inches tall. Naked. Turquoise hair. Blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Equipment:
Little brown mushroom hat
Strand of red hair of unknown power
Registered: May 22, 2015 23:06:55 GMT -8
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Post by Puck on May 17, 2017 14:00:39 GMT -8
"That was Mr. Rock!" Puck pointed at the rock, "He has a terrible temper. Just yesterday he hit Mr. Squirrel. I had nothing to do with it!" Puck held up his hands as if he had been accused of throwing the rock at a squirrel, which of course he had. Things seemed to be progressing very quickly so Puck decided to brew some more imaginary tea. "I'll put the kettle on. Do you fancy a cuppa?" Puck asked the two new guests as he handed out more bits of biscuit. "So you must be Mrs. Stick. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. Please have a seat. Do you take sugar?" Puck bustled around the stump energetically, brewing tea, plating biscuits, and finding the sugar. The fae was very excited to have Grubb Corntwigs, Flare Wildfall, and @nyree joining his party.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 20, 2024 14:12:17 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2017 14:07:11 GMT -8
"I was--" Looking for Flare Wildfall, actually, but she didn't get the chance to say it as Grubb Corntwigs came bursting onto the scene and Puck began his mad ramblings and dashing about. It was, actually, quite impressive. A gathering of pixies as it was, and two were certifiably insane. Grubb snatched the stick from Nyree's hand, making the redhead scoff in protest. It was her stick, after all. It was thrown at her head, wasn't it? But when Puck called her Madame Stick, she was quick to deny it. "No, I've never met that stick before today," Nyree insisted. A seat was offered at the table and the imaginary tea was offered. It was only polite that she join. Instead of walking, she fluttered over and then took a seat, faintly brushing off some pixie dust from her part of the stump as she waited politely for Puck to serve everyone. " Actually," she began, with a little clearing of her throat and a quick glare in Ungracious Grubb's direction, "my name is Nyree Primdark."
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Flare Wildfall
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Physical Description: A small fae, only a few inches in height and with a pair of torn membrane wings that leave him able to fly for only short distances. As with most of his kind, Flare is soft and feminine looking.
Clothes and Equipment: Tends to wear tiny clothes made of tiny things and wields a strong red thorn as a sword, though he doesn't like using it.
Registered: May 14, 2017 20:12:13 GMT -8
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Post by Flare Wildfall on May 17, 2017 14:21:57 GMT -8
Oh how quaint and free of burden the fae of The Forgotten Usque were. Flare had to wonder - did any of them except himself even recognise the growing evil that had been creeping throughout it? He supposed it didn't matter as he reluctantly took a seat and gave a smile to each of the other three Fae-folk in turn. "I take twelve sugars, thank you!" Flare replied, glad to see at least one of those who were present had some sanity about them and ruling himself as one of the loopy ones the moment he realised he was sitting down to drink tea that didn't exist.
"I can't stay for long though, I have important business to attend to at the edge of the woods. I don't suppose, perhaps, that one of you might be able to point me in the right direction?"
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Grubb Corntwigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: A small pixie, and like other pixies only a few inches tall. He has brown bug-like wings he typically prefers to keep folded behind him unless he is actively in flight. It is very common to see him with a bit of dirt on his face as he is an earth pixie.
Clothes and Equipment: He prefers the colors of the earth for clothing; browns, reds, greens, and yellows. He also tends to carry a tiny satchel with him, which he keeps slung around to his back under his wings.
Registered: May 16, 2017 7:55:54 GMT -8
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Post by Grubb Corntwigs on May 17, 2017 14:22:26 GMT -8
"Oh no no no -" Grubb said as he sat himself, of course with his date, Mr. Stick. "Madam, I am Mrs. Stick! Or rather that's how we've got it planned. For now please do consider calling me Grubb Corntwigs."
Grubb had a bit of a wide-eyed look on his face, which matched his grin, as he watched Puck dash about. He was, of course, preparing the imaginary food. Grubb busied himself playing up his role as 'Mrs. Stick', holding the stick at the bottom so that he could puppet it - as much as you could puppet a stick - hand down by his thigh out of sight.
"I love sugar with my tea! Thank you!" he said to Puck as he leaned the stick in towards himself, almost pressing it against the side of his head. He pushed Mr. Stick away coyly, "Oh please sweetheart, I am not that sweet. You're embarrassing me!"
At Flare's question, Grubb would take a chomp off of a leaf, apparently not quite on board with exactly how pretend the tea party was.
"Well if you're looking for the edge of a forest, why not just pick a direction and stick with it? You'll eventually find an edge somewhere."
After a moment he added, "Oh no no.. Not your kind of stick Mr. Stick."
(Puck @nyree Flare Wildfall )
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Puck
Committed
Roleplay posts: 50
Physical Description: Six inches tall. Naked. Turquoise hair. Blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Equipment:
Little brown mushroom hat
Strand of red hair of unknown power
Registered: May 22, 2015 23:06:55 GMT -8
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Post by Puck on May 17, 2017 16:06:06 GMT -8
The way Nyree denied any affiliation with Mr. Stick made Puck wonder, "Could it be that you are Stick's mistress?" The words blurted out before Puck could think it through. He was slightly worried that drama would reveal itself so quickly. In response to Flare Puck said, "Mrs. soon to be Stick, is quite right. All directions lead to the edge, but if you want the fastest go that way." Puck pointed straight up. Puck had not noticed the evil presence in the forest. In fact, Puck had no concept of evil what so ever. His guests were waiting so patiently that Puck thought it best to get their food straight away. He handed out the chunks of mushroom biscuits before retuning to the tea. The kettle was boiling so Puck started pouring and sprinkling dirt sugar into the cups of those who had asked. ( Grubb Corntwigs Flare Wildfall @nyree)
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Registered: May 20, 2024 14:12:17 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2017 17:05:02 GMT -8
Nyree scoffed at Puck. "I'd never." But then she promptly turned to Grubb Corntwigs. "If you and Mr. Stick are so happy together, why did I find him in my bush?" she asked, an auburn brow perking on her face. The bits of "biscuit" and "tea" were passed out, but Nyree didn't touch or reach for hers. She wasn't there to eat. Instead, she looked across the "table" at Flare Wildfall and realized this was her opportunity. "I can take you to the forests edge," she mentioned to him, then reaching for the "cup" set in front of her to blow on the "tea" so it was no longer "hot." "But... what about your wings?" Nyree asked. She wasn't willing to carry them both to the edge of the Usque. That thought alone made Nyree bat her wings a little, a bit of dust shaking free. "It will be a long travel to do it by foot. It might become a boring journey, actually."
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Flare Wildfall
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Physical Description: A small fae, only a few inches in height and with a pair of torn membrane wings that leave him able to fly for only short distances. As with most of his kind, Flare is soft and feminine looking.
Clothes and Equipment: Tends to wear tiny clothes made of tiny things and wields a strong red thorn as a sword, though he doesn't like using it.
Registered: May 14, 2017 20:12:13 GMT -8
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Post by Flare Wildfall on May 17, 2017 18:02:43 GMT -8
Flare very much tried not to comment on the strange affair with the stick, though he did find himself getting caught up a little in the sincerity of the scene due to high skills of the actors. Instead, he focused on the tea and biscuits and the answers to his query, giving an understanding nod at them. They were right, after all - the best way to leave was to pick a direction and keep going in that direction.
Yet even that bade asking another question, because even though any old edge would do as far as he was aware, it had to be the shortest and therefore quickest route. For a moment he looked upwards, following Puck's suggestion to simply go up! He wished he had the wings for that to work. At least up there he could get a good look at the surroundings whenever he wished.
Taking his 'tea' in his hands, he watched as Nyree suddenly suggested guiding him to the edge herself. "You would do that? That's very kind of you, Miss Primdark, but as you have pointed out my wings are torn and I cannot fly like you can. It would take me an awful long time for you to guide me and, besides, would it not be rather rude for us to go without first drinking tea?"
He placed whatever it was that had taken the place of a real cup and placed it to his lips, then tipped the contents back into his mouth. He suddenly stopped, cheeks swelling with the urge to spit out the tea he had forgotten wasn't real... "Mmmmnnn... Nnnmmm mmmm mm."
Whatever he was trying to say was lost through the dirt, but he didn't seem to notice. Eventually he gave up trying to hold it in, closed his eyes and forced himself to swallow it down. Disgusting!
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Grubb Corntwigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: A small pixie, and like other pixies only a few inches tall. He has brown bug-like wings he typically prefers to keep folded behind him unless he is actively in flight. It is very common to see him with a bit of dirt on his face as he is an earth pixie.
Clothes and Equipment: He prefers the colors of the earth for clothing; browns, reds, greens, and yellows. He also tends to carry a tiny satchel with him, which he keeps slung around to his back under his wings.
Registered: May 16, 2017 7:55:54 GMT -8
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Post by Grubb Corntwigs on May 17, 2017 18:25:37 GMT -8
Grubb chomped on another bit of leaf, it making a bit of a crisp crunching sound as he bit it; he was actually hungry, and in the absence of anything else, a leaf would do.
"How did you injure your wings Mr. Flare?" Grubb asked nicely, still putting on his air of grace as Mrs. Stick. "Oh I am not being rude Mr. Stick! He's an interesting fellow and I'm just asking! He can choose not to answer - Oh here we go again, you leave my mother out of this! I've never even met the woman." Grubb of course continued to move the stick about at appropriate intervals.
"Please do forgive my fiancé, he gets a little over stimulated when he has too much tea. Puck you are a wonderful host, please do not feel as if you've over-served Mr. Stick, he should have stopped himself."
(Puck Flare Wildfall @nyree)
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Puck
Committed
Roleplay posts: 50
Physical Description: Six inches tall. Naked. Turquoise hair. Blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Equipment:
Little brown mushroom hat
Strand of red hair of unknown power
Registered: May 22, 2015 23:06:55 GMT -8
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Post by Puck on May 17, 2017 22:22:53 GMT -8
After he had finished serving everyone, Puck sat cross-legged in an invisible chair, "There are plenty more crumpets. You haven't said much, Mr. Cone. Tell us, how have you been hanging?" Mr. Pinecone said nothing so Puck stuffed some mushroom bits into his mouth, "Oh! I shouldn't ask questions when your mouth is full."
"Thank you Misses Stick, you are too kind. More tea Nyree?" Puck changed his attention from fae to fae, "If Flare can't Fly why not float?" Puck slowly started turning upside down in the air, legs still crossed. Puck lived in his own loco universe.
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