Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Aug 16, 2016 20:52:04 GMT -8
Roy shrugged. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with it. It was nothing but trouble. When his uncle had given it to him, he'd told him to "take that damned thing as far away from me as you possibly can. Put it on a boat and ship it to Gauldin.". Uncle Renalt was not fond of birds.
"I'm not sure, to be honest. I can't bring it back, Uncle Renalt doesn't like birds. He'd probably make it into soup. I could probably sell it, I guess...want a chicken?"
Opening the cage, he picked the bird up with both hands. It was a white chicken, awfully soft and fluffy, and smelled vaguely of cocoa.
"I can't keep it myself. They wouldn't let it in the school. Besides, Uncle Renalt sends me plenty of free chocolate."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Aug 17, 2016 9:02:08 GMT -8
Grandma considers his offer, although she wasn’t particularly interested, perhaps someone back at the Midnight Sun would find it useful. It was also clear Roy didn’t want to keep it but also would feel bad about leaving it on the side of the road to die or be picked up for some farmers dinner.
“Very well, I shall take it off your hands. I’d feel bad taking it for free though, so take this as compensation, I’m sure you need a bit of help with school supplies after all.”
Pulling out her money poach, Grandma counts out five gold coins and hands them to Roy, closing his hand around the money. It’s clear she intends him to accept the payment.
“If you’re headed back to The Free City, mind if I accompany you there? I would love to introduce you to the Midnight Sun for some dinner if you haven’t been there before.”
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Aug 17, 2016 9:46:47 GMT -8
Roy nodded, smiling, He was sure that Grandma would treat the bird well. She seemed like a nice old lady, after all. Perhaps she would keep it as a pet and name it Betty. His eyes widened in surprise, however, when she put the coins into his hand. He hadn't expected to be paid! After hesitating for a moment, he accepted the coins. After all, she clearly wanted him to have the cash. Perhaps he could use it for school supplies, like she said.
"Thanks, Grandma! I was starting to get worried that I would have to give it to a circus or something like that. And thanks for the money, I'll use it for school things."
When she suggested dinner, he hesitated. The Midnight Sun! Hadn't his uncle warned him about that place?
"I'm headed to the city, alright. I'll give you a ride on the cart! But the Midnight Sun...isn't that supposed to be really dangerous? That's what my uncle Renalt said, anyway. But...if you say it's alright, we could go there. I've never been before. What's it like?"
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Aug 17, 2016 11:16:56 GMT -8
“Of course, glad to be of help to an industrious student such as yourself. I agree it would be a shame for such an interesting specimen to rot away in a circus, I’m sure I’ll come up with a much more interesting use for this chicken…”
Grandma trails off slightly before continuing.
“Ah, you’ve heard bad rumors about the Midnight Sun? Well, let me dissuade your fears, it’s a perfectly safe restaurant and bar as long as you know what to expect from it! I should know as I was the original owner of the place. Of course, my dear niece Naoki has done a far better job growing it than I could have ever imagined!”
He asked what the Midnight Sun was like? Well, she would give him the brief and happy description. Of course, as he was going with her, it was certain to be a pleasant experience.
“The Midnight Sun is many things, but primarily an excellent bar and hangout for all sorts of interesting and fun people. It also serves some very delectable food which is why I suggest we dine there. Still, the bar is so excellent you should probably try a few of the drinks alongside your meal.”
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Aug 17, 2016 13:39:01 GMT -8
Roy was shocked. Uncle Renalt must have been mistaken in his judgement! If Grandma used to own the bar, there was no way it could possibly be as rough as he'd heard. After all, Grandma was a nice old lady.
"That's good to hear! Uncle Renalt must have heard wrong. In that case, I can't wait to try it out!"
As he stopped the cart to let a family of ducks pass, he realized that she'd mentioned the name Naoki. He'd met Naoki, hadn't he?
"Wait, did you say your niece Naoki? As in High Lady of Isra Naoki? She's your niece? She runs the Midnight Sun?"
This Naoki really was a busy sort of woman, he mused. Running a bar and a city? Who had that sort of time?
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Aug 17, 2016 14:20:27 GMT -8
“Perhaps your uncle simply heard from a customer who had a bad experience or something. Afterall, some might not be expecting such a progressive environment. No harm in him having an opinion of course!”
At least, no harm having an opinion that wasn’t dangerous. Dangerous opinions were a different matter entirely.
“Adopted niece, but the closest thing I have to family. You are indeed correct, she is currently The High Lady of Isra and in my biased opinion, doing an excellent job so far. Quite busy with all the stuff she has to do, but she was never one to back down from something due to it being difficult.”
The more she spent around Roy, the more Grandma realized how gentle he was. True, he had fought that Jotun in the woods a while back, but she hadn’t remembered him being exactly eager and his and his girlfriend's life had been on the line. That reminded her.
“Say, are you still with that lass of yours from back when we fought the Jotun? She appeared to be quite the handful.”
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Aug 17, 2016 14:30:08 GMT -8
Roy nodded. He hadn't seen Vera in a while, and wasn't sure what she was up to. She was probably fine, though. He thought back to the Jotun fight and shuddered.
"Oh yeah...yeah, we're still together. Haven't seen her in some time, though. I've been in Isra for a few weeks, visiting relatives. Vera's...energetic. She loves going out and doing exciting stuff like looking for witches and the like. She's nice, though."
As the ducks passed, he nudged the horses forward once more. Sitting up on this cart was much safer than riding on the horses, or walking beside them. He enjoyed it.
"And Isra seems to be a very well-run place. I guess she must be doing a good job. Good for her, taking on so much work on her own."
He vaguely wondered how she'd gone from being a bar owner to a city leader, but decided that she must have been democratically elected though a fair voting process. That seemed like the sort of thing that happened.
"So...what is it you do again, Grandma? You seem to travel a lot."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Aug 17, 2016 15:28:20 GMT -8
Although her face didn’t show it, Grandma was slightly surprised Roy and Vera were still together. She had seemed a bit too much for him to handle before, but perhaps Roy liked how strong willed she was.
“Yes, things are on the upswing in Isra. Industry booming, roads and other public services being upgraded and implemented, and yet the people of Isra retain so many personal freedoms. I feel if things continue on their current path, Isra will enter a glorious golden age that will be remembered for centuries to come.”
Perhaps Grandma was being a bit too kind about Isra, but even with some of the less desirable parts omitted from her descriptionl, it was still an excellent nation. Hopefully more nations would follow Isra’s example. Roy’s question about what Grandma did caught her off guard slightly, but there was only a slight pause before she responded.
“Oh, well as you know, I like to travel around in search of magical creatures a lot. I find the study of such creatures to be quite fascinating. Dragons, giants, fairies, the whole lot of them have all kinds of unique aspects to them. I also assist out my dear niece when I can, but there’s only so much an old woman like me can do to help out with such things.”
Grandma says the last part rather jovially, letting out a slight chuckle.
“What is your opinion of magical creatures? Do you find interest in such things or do you prefer to stay in the company of other humanoids?”
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Aug 17, 2016 15:47:27 GMT -8
Roy nodded. A magical creature enthusiast! Seemed like a nice hobby for an old lady. It was good to keep busy, after all, and there were so many magical creatures running around that nobody studying them could ever possibly get bored.
"Oh, I love magical animals! They're just so...different. They're all unique! Regular animals just wander around, but magic ones do all sorts of things, it's so interesting!"
He would go on to discuss the various magical animals he'd met (such as a noodle dog, a river dragon, and an invisible fox) as he drove the cart down the road to Isra.
[Exit]
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Aug 17, 2016 16:13:32 GMT -8
Grandma pondered for a moment whether Roy considered he himself was a bit of a magical creature. Although she categorized him much differently, she knew certain less open minded areas would kill vampires on sight.
Raising her eyebrows a bit as Roy describes a number of very bizarre magical animals he has seen before, Grandma is content to simply sit in the cart as it slowly rolls towards Isra. Hopefully they’d make it to the city before nightfall, it would be annoying if the mosquitoes came before then.
[Exit]
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William, John, and Paul
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: ?
Physical Description: An old blind man. Always flanked by two men. One carrying the Staff of the First Tree, the other carrying a book titled: The Way of the Seven Paths.
Clothes and Equipment: Ring of Onyx
Tarot Deck
Rough brown robe
Registered: Dec 2, 2015 9:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by William, John, and Paul on May 13, 2017 22:56:14 GMT -8
The pious trio arrived as road beaten as usual, but still undaunted. In fact, the priests looked more invigorated then ever. At last they had arrived at a city that could give them some answers. Brother William knew that his path was coming to an end. The road so far had been a steep climb, showing little of what was to come. Now they had reached the peak. Brother William could see the bottom of the mountain, but much of the path ahead was obscured by twists in the road. Still, William knew that the search for A corrupted spirit was coming to an end. He spoke to the gate keepers, "Good sirs, we have traveled far seeking Minister Robert Fletcher. If you could give us some guidance we would deeply appreciate it."
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on May 16, 2017 15:52:16 GMT -8
The pious trio arrived as road beaten as usual, but still undaunted. In fact, the priests looked more invigorated then ever. At last they had arrived at a city that could give them some answers. Brother William knew that his path was coming to an end. The road so far had been a steep climb, showing little of what was to come. Now they had reached the peak. Brother William could see the bottom of the mountain, but much of the path ahead was obscured by twists in the road. Still, William knew that the search for A corrupted spirit was coming to an end. He spoke to the gate keepers, "Good sirs, we have traveled far seeking Minister Robert Fletcher. If you could give us some guidance we would deeply appreciate it." Nodding, one of the guards at the gate gesture the trio off the center of the road to give them directions. “You lot will find The Minister in his office, wayyyyy way down by the docks- which is across the whole town. Keep going straight this way down the road until you’re about to walk into the water, but then don’t do that. Turn around, and look around for the big stone, squarish building with the biggest flag- an Isran flag, flying from the very top, overtop the rest of the buildings. It’s the Administrative Building- Anyone down there at the water will be able to tell you how to get there.” “The Minister’s office is in there, along with the dockmaster, my boss- an officer of the guard, all sorts of naval officers, and who knows what else. It’s almost like The Citadel, but for just for the Port, here. Go in there, tell them you’re looking to speak with the Minister, for whatever reason.” With this, the guard offers a hearty nod, his wisdom imparted.
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Adriel Saedonis
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Physical Description: An angular face, blue eyes and soft, shoulder-length blonde hair grows from the hair of this young soldier.
Adriel is not overly large, but a lack of fat and constant physical training make his muscle definition similar to that of a heroic statue, or an epic painting.
Clothes and Equipment: For battle, he wears a suit of armour given to him by his maternal grandfather, a set of near full-plate armour coated in a bronze-brown colouring and crafted to have an almost ancient aesthetic that's detailed with white cloth and monster horns. To those who ever fought with or against his grandfather, they would know it to be The Amour of the White Lion.
As for weapons and shield, Adriel has a rather extensive collection of both and tends to swap what he wields to what he thinks would suit the situation. However, he is generally known to carry at least a sword and/or a dagger, as well as a shield.
Registered: May 21, 2017 13:00:50 GMT -8
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Post by Adriel Saedonis on May 22, 2017 17:06:39 GMT -8
Sitting upon a fine grey horse, Adriel Saedonis had ridden at some haste along the Silver Road until The East Gate of the port was in view. He wore his fine armour, known to some as the armour of The White Lion, to prove both his identity and his status to any legionnaires who might otherwise stop him and waste valuable time. He was accompanied by two legionnaires on horseback, though neither of them spoke and they were acting strictly in the role of their duty.
When finally the three riders reached the gate, Adriel slowed just enough to give the guards a glance at the sword he wore at his hip and a nod of acknowledgement in a manner that could only befit a brother of the legion. He did not say where he was going, or why; he trusted they would instead respect his right to mission confidentiality as he rode on into the port.
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Kejar Lons Hallaltsan
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
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Kejar is by no means large or small, he is but of an average height and has a lean body. He travels by wagon frequently, carrying goods from place to place in order to make a profit, because of this he is used to carrying awkward and heavy merchandise.
Kejar has two pointed ears and short light brown hair. His skin is lightly tanned, and he has emerald green eyes.
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Kejar wears a a single colored medium tan button-up shirt, that he often rolls up the sleeves on. He wears grey trousers and will roll them up to below his knees, during hot and humid weather.
Kejar by occupation is a travelling merchant and so he uses a small wagon to carry his wares from town to town, even camping temporarily by roadside when night falls. Therefore, he regularly has camping supplies stored on his wagon, such as a shovel and a small hatchet to collect firewood. He keeps wares in wooden crates and a few barrels, depending of the respective ware. He has a money patch hooked onto his brown leather belt. For defense he carries a hunting knife and a medium weight sword, similar to that of a rapier called a “sidesword”.
Allegiances: Mainly to himself
Player's online availability : This is always in flux
Registered: Jul 27, 2019 11:02:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kejar Lons Hallaltsan on Aug 14, 2019 7:36:44 GMT -8
Kejar takes his wagon to the East Gate. Xissk was in a large rough sack, disguised from any wary eyes. The sack was with Kejar's other wares, his rough sack full of tools, the shield lying around and the non-perishable foods stored away.
The merchant kept a wary eye. He tried his best to not seem suspicious, but he knew that forced acting could signal the guards or nearby people of suspicion. He was most worried about those knights he met near the ports. The merchant walked closer to the gates as if he was going to pass through. He continued to walk towards the gate, silently hoping all would work as planned.
If all worked well they would make their way on the road north est from here to the capital city, that was of course considering their plan worked without fault.
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Decaying Knights
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Varies from 15 to 150 years old
Physical Description: No set description can be given to the Decaying Knights, except that their flesh is slowly rotting away
Clothes and Equipment: A large, tough grey cloak covers each Knight's entire body, and each dons a cone-like helmet that obscures their facial features.
These are enchanted to slow the decaying process.
The Knights wield many weapons, from daggers to shields to crossbows.
Allegiances: None but their own kind.
Registered: Aug 2, 2019 15:30:45 GMT -8
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Post by Decaying Knights on Aug 14, 2019 8:06:39 GMT -8
The three Knights waited patiently for about 15 more minutes, then turned to each other. "The child has not returned." The shortest one said to his companions. "Perhaps he got sidetracked?" "No..... I do not think so." The second shortest one murmured. The tallest one stayed silent among their musing, until they came to a pause. "He left this part of the docks." said the knight. "We must conduct a search of them. Split up."
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Kejar Lons Hallaltsan
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar is by no means large or small, he is but of an average height and has a lean body. He travels by wagon frequently, carrying goods from place to place in order to make a profit, because of this he is used to carrying awkward and heavy merchandise.
Kejar has two pointed ears and short light brown hair. His skin is lightly tanned, and he has emerald green eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar wears a a single colored medium tan button-up shirt, that he often rolls up the sleeves on. He wears grey trousers and will roll them up to below his knees, during hot and humid weather.
Kejar by occupation is a travelling merchant and so he uses a small wagon to carry his wares from town to town, even camping temporarily by roadside when night falls. Therefore, he regularly has camping supplies stored on his wagon, such as a shovel and a small hatchet to collect firewood. He keeps wares in wooden crates and a few barrels, depending of the respective ware. He has a money patch hooked onto his brown leather belt. For defense he carries a hunting knife and a medium weight sword, similar to that of a rapier called a “sidesword”.
Allegiances: Mainly to himself
Player's online availability : This is always in flux
Registered: Jul 27, 2019 11:02:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kejar Lons Hallaltsan on Aug 16, 2019 18:27:30 GMT -8
Kejar continues through the gate and takes wagon to the road. It was best not to stay there and be found out. Kejar glances behind himself as he passes through the gate letting out a brief sigh and takes the wagon to the road. It was a beginning of a new journey and he wasn't so sure how it would go. The last thing he would want is him to get mixed up in all of this, after all Kejar didn't want his past to be brought up. Not much happened there that he's proud of. At one point he was a smuggler and sometimes worse.
Kaleo thinks back as his wagon continues down the road. There was a man early in his merchant career that still gives him nightmares. It was after the man who taught him his trade...
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Xissk
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 17
Physical Description: Short and stout. Xissk has a short, round face with orang eyes and olive-green scales. He has three talons on the end of each of his feet and hands.
Clothes and Equipment: Xissk wears a black tunic and a white and grey cloak in the design of bird's wings. He carries two katanas and has a walking stick that separates into a three-section staff.
He also wields shurikens.
Registered: Jun 27, 2019 8:22:35 GMT -8
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Post by Xissk on Aug 25, 2019 9:09:46 GMT -8
Xissk, as the sounds of the port faded gradually, hazarded a peek out from the sack. Seeing that it was, for the most part, all clear, he relaxed and pulled the bag down to his shoulders, slightly exposing his head. He flipped the hood of his cloak up for a little extra safety, and continued to watch the road behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief. "I owe Kejar a lot for doing this for me.... I hope I can repay him." He thought.
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