Azure
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 190
Age: Ageless.
Physical Description: Azure's form is very petite, no more than 5' tall, and quite slender, with a dainty bone structure that results in beautifully formed features and an inherent grace. Her skin is fair, and her ears long and pointed, signs of her Elven heritage. Her eyes are blue, although the exact shade can never be pinpointed, as it is constantly changing. Her hair is long, falling freely to her slender hips, and is a light shade of blue. She is very swift, nimble, dexterous, and flexible.
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Clothes and Equipment: Azure usually wears a set of intricate white robes, with blue, green, and violet accents, as well as a headdress with golden portions and a couple of bracelets and anklets. She can manifest a bow and quiver of arrows to aid her in her tasks. In addition, she possesses a flute that appears to be made of blue-tinted wood, which.. doesn't have any special abilities. She just likes to play it.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 18, 2016 20:24:04 GMT -8
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Post by Azure on Jul 15, 2016 21:37:16 GMT -8
"You are correct. My place is with you." This was spoken quietly, and she followed Temus whenever he went upstairs. Locking the door behind them, she would then sit on the floor at the foot of the bed and stand guard.
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Temus Grey
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 233
Age: Looks to be about 17.
Physical Description: Standing at a little over 5'8 Temus is not a particularly intimidating person. He has soft features, a narrow jaw, mid set cheek bones, and high brow. He has silky black hair that runs to about mid back. Red eyes that seem to pierce through people. His build is slim, and his skin pale, he clearly does not spend an abundance of time in the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of simple mages robes, a cloak, pouches filled with reagents, his channeling staff fitted with an odd blue stone, and his spell book.
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Registered: Feb 29, 2016 18:30:15 GMT -8
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Post by Temus Grey on Jul 15, 2016 22:33:01 GMT -8
Temus awoke with a fair amount of dread the next morning. Today was the day they got on the boat. Finding that he had no apatite he simple nodded to Azure and exited the inn. It was time to go to the docks.
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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 19, 2016 12:00:04 GMT -8
Strolling into Stark’s Inn, Grandma made her way over to the bar and ordered some wine, nothing too extravagant, but something of good quality. Settling down with her drink after paying, she scanned the Inn for her quarry, Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail . She was here to request training from him in hand to hand combat, but although Grandma was technically present, her usual appearance was not to be found. Instead of appearing as an elderly, frail woman, Grandma had taken on the form of a rather young man. He looked to perhaps be in his early twenties with unruly brown hair. His frame was lean but fairly well muscled and he stood at just slightly above six feet tall. He wore a black dress shirt with some plain dark trousers and his name was Faelar Raynore. The only thing linking his appearance to Grandma’s was her cane, which he still carried. Faelar would walk about if he didn’t see Captain Gothmog immediately, inquiring if any in the bar knew where he might be found.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Aug 22, 2016 6:42:39 GMT -8
The patrons at the bar would only say that he would be here soon, as the orc got free drinks on account of being a close personal friend of the owner.
Soon enough they would be proven correct as the massive orc strolled inthrough the double doors at the front. He would make his way to the bar immediately, where a pair of vacant barstools groaned under his weight as the bartender immediately produced a large jug of grog for the massive orc.
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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 22, 2016 10:55:26 GMT -8
Offering the patrons his thanks for the info, Faelar would simply sit around waiting for Gothmog to arrive. His arrival was quite easy to see, he was quite an impressive orc, more intimidating in appearance than most.
Making his way over to the orc, Faelar would address him, sounding a bit timid.
“Uhmm, excuse me sir, might you be the famous Captain Gothmog I’ve heard so much about?”
Faelar shifted slightly, he wasn’t nervous looking persay, but clearly he wasn’t used to speaking to creatures such as this orc.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Aug 23, 2016 2:17:39 GMT -8
He eyed the young lad suspiciously, something seemed a bit off about him, but Gothmog couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. Didn't matter anyway, the lad was unlikely to be much of a threat.
"Aye lad, I be Gothmog, what business ye be havin' with the likes of me?"
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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 23, 2016 7:50:25 GMT -8
Upon confirmed from the orc himself that he was Gothmog, Faelar would pull a scroll from his pocket, setting it on the table by Gothmog.
“I’ve come here to request training Sir. I’m interested in learning hand to hand combat, and the general consensus is you’re one of the best out there at it. This scroll right here contains a recommendation for training from a Sun Marshall. Of course, I understand you’re a very busy man, I would be willing to compensate you quite well for this training.”
The young man waits for a reply, appearing rather anxious as he does so. This time the anxiety appears to be caused not by the orcs appearance, but by his anticipation for what the reply might be.
“Also, forgive me for being so rude, I haven’t given you my name yet. I am Faelar Raynore.”
The boy offers a rather awkward bow to the orc that the others in the bar might find amusing.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Aug 25, 2016 4:23:36 GMT -8
The orc take the scroll and opens it, motioning rather bemusedly for the lad to rise out of the incredibly awkward bow he had just performed, a bow that drew racous laughter from the sailors and dockyard workers that frequented the bar.
"Well the recommendation means I can bill all this to the Sun Marshalls, I don't have a going rate for this sort of thing, so we will just charge them for however much I drink while training you."
He pauses for a moment to take a long pull from his bottle, draining a quarter of it in one long gulp.
"You heard correctly, I am one of the best. But if you came to learn some sort of fancy swordfighting style for a tournament than I am not the right orc. I teach people how to fight to kill and to survive. I am not a kind teacher, and I will not hesitate to lay you out on the ground if I think its necessary. I am also not responsible for any injuries. If that is all agreeable with you, than I will train you."
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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 25, 2016 12:07:10 GMT -8
Faelar looks much relieved at the Gothmog saying he is willing to train him, letting out an audible sigh. Excellent, he was willing to do the training without any other bargaining, this was a good sign.
“Of course, I didn’t come here to learn fancy footwork, I simply want to become good at fighting. Infact, one of the things I’m most interested in is learning hand to hand combat without weapons. I’m also prepared for injuries, but I think you’ll find me a bit more hardy than I appear.”
His demeanor was now one of suppressed excitement, he appeared quite happy about the training Gothmog had agreed to.
“Where and when will the training start? Just give me a time and place and I’ll be there.”
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Aug 26, 2016 4:04:36 GMT -8
"Tomorrow morning, before sunrise and along the docks. They tend to dump the leftover and rotted food into the sea at that point, usually attracts some sharks. That should be plenty of incentive to not be foolish and fall in."
Another swig of the bottle and it was damn near empty, but the orc seemed unaffected by any of it. His speech was not slurred and he maintained a rigid body posture with seemingly little effort.
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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 26, 2016 11:35:54 GMT -8
Faelar would offer Gothmog another one of his awkward looking bows and nod.
“Understood, Captain! I’ll make sure to be there on time. Thank you for agreeing to train me, you won’t regret it!”
With his rather hasty agreement and thanks, Faelar would leave the Inn.
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Antonio Stark
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall, keeps in-shape but not to the same extent as well-travelled adventurers or soldiers. The picture is an apt description.
Clothes and Equipment: He tends to dress fairly nicely, unless he is working, then it is whatever is required to do the necessary work.
Registered: May 15, 2016 14:31:50 GMT -8
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Post by Antonio Stark on Oct 12, 2016 12:28:59 GMT -8
The bar was mostly empty now, the sailors and dockyard workers who frequented it were all preparing for the upcoming war, training had been accelerated, ship construction was being ramped up, and the crown jewel of his creations had just been launched. And he had the bar to himself. Well, mostly. He looked to his left, where the beautiful blonde woman he had married just a week before was, the same waitress, Madeline, from the night in the Midnight Sun that had birthed the Isran Navy. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close.
"The culmination of all I have worked for. Maybe I should retire again. Gods know I have made enough money to do so."
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Avyanna
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 25
Physical Description: Hair Color) Red
Height) 5"3
Body Type) Thin waist, prominent hips and bust
Skin) Porcelain
Eyes) Red
Tattoos) One circular black tattoo which was the mark of her former coven, and a few tattooed charms of strength and protection
Clothes and Equipment: Avyanna usually adorns a black suede leather dress that is strategically armored with jet black Dragon scales, black suede leather gauntlets, and an ornate charm about her neck. Her weapon of choice is a long thin dagger carved from moonstone and sharpened to a razors edge.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 18:55:47 GMT -8
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Post by Avyanna on Oct 17, 2016 3:34:38 GMT -8
The door of the Inn swung open to reveal a young woman, weather worn and weary, standing at the entrance. Avyanna had been traveling for so long she'd lost all concept of time and direction. She was just relieved to have found a place to rest that wasn't falling apart or crafted by her own hands. She staggered into the bar and landed heavily into the closest chair she could find, ignoring the inquisitive stares she was receiving.
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Antonio Stark
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall, keeps in-shape but not to the same extent as well-travelled adventurers or soldiers. The picture is an apt description.
Clothes and Equipment: He tends to dress fairly nicely, unless he is working, then it is whatever is required to do the necessary work.
Registered: May 15, 2016 14:31:50 GMT -8
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Post by Antonio Stark on Oct 17, 2016 3:56:57 GMT -8
The bar was mostly empty, yet it was still unusual to see a woman enter it alone, due to the plethora of sailors and dockyard workers that frequented the place. Stark himself remained behind the bar, chatting with a bartender while the manager of the Inn, his wife Madeline, came to take the young woman's order.
"Welcome to the Inn, here is a menu of what we serve, but the cook's pretty good, so anything you ask for should be no problem. Perhaps a drink to start out?"
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Avyanna
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 25
Physical Description: Hair Color) Red
Height) 5"3
Body Type) Thin waist, prominent hips and bust
Skin) Porcelain
Eyes) Red
Tattoos) One circular black tattoo which was the mark of her former coven, and a few tattooed charms of strength and protection
Clothes and Equipment: Avyanna usually adorns a black suede leather dress that is strategically armored with jet black Dragon scales, black suede leather gauntlets, and an ornate charm about her neck. Her weapon of choice is a long thin dagger carved from moonstone and sharpened to a razors edge.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 18:55:47 GMT -8
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Post by Avyanna on Oct 17, 2016 15:08:53 GMT -8
Avyanna's eyes moved slowly towards the lovely barmaid as she spoke. It took her a moment in her tired stupor to process the words reaching her ears.
"Drink...yes please." She muttered, shaking her head hard to clear it. "What's the strongest thing you've got?"
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Antonio Stark
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall, keeps in-shape but not to the same extent as well-travelled adventurers or soldiers. The picture is an apt description.
Clothes and Equipment: He tends to dress fairly nicely, unless he is working, then it is whatever is required to do the necessary work.
Registered: May 15, 2016 14:31:50 GMT -8
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Post by Antonio Stark on Oct 17, 2016 15:20:19 GMT -8
"There's some local moonshine the sailor's brewed up, ain't much good for anything but cleaning the dishes, but it will knock the socks off of you. Honestly though, you look like you could a beer, or just some water. Tell you what, whatever you want, it's on the house."
She said it with some concern in her voice, the poor girl looked exhausted, and the least she could do was give her a drink.
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Karath Durson
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Mar 3, 2017 18:55:53 GMT -8
---- Some months later... ------ It was dusk. Karath entered the establishment with his confident stride, ordered a pint of amber ale, and sat down at a round table in a corner that was lit by the light of a magical sphere as the sun retreated beyond rain clouds that threatened the evening. It was a particularly busy night, perhaps due to the foreboding weather, and Karath's table may have been the only one in which there was a single occupant. It seemed almost as though he may have been waiting for someone. He quickly went to work unraveling a scroll of parchment...
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Mar 3, 2017 19:13:57 GMT -8
It was either the harsh weather or the unrelenting noise of the tavern. Both were about as pleasant, but at least the Tavern was dry, although the likelihood of the tavern having an empty room, or bench for that matter, was slim.
The young man nosed through the tavern, searching for a place to sit, feeling more and more confined the more he searched. Outside started seeming like a much more pleasant option wet or not, but it had been a long while since he'd slept in a bed, or even under a roof for that matter. His dark green tunic was more brown than not, and the bags under his eyes spoke of many nights exposed to the haunting night. He found an open seat, or near as such, another gentle man had taken a seat not much sooner than he it seemed. " Pardon," he started, giving the fellow a bit of a wave," mind if I take a seat?"
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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 Mar 3, 2017 19:19:20 GMT -8
Roy had never been an outdoor person, even as a child. The rain was too wet, the wind was too cold, and the fog was too spooky. The last of the three was the worst, and he'd never quite grown out of it. So, of course, he was greatly relieved to get out of the scary mist and into the nice, warm, brightly lit tavern. Unfortunately, he soon realized that it was completely packed, with barely a seat left. Would he be turned away, forced to venture back out into the mist that undoubtedly held monsters and demons and other frightening things? Luckily, he managed to spot a single open chair and hurried over to it, giving the other two men a "friendly" smile. Even though it had been a year or so since he'd become a vampire, he'd never really gotten over the fact that a mouthful of fangs wasn't very friendly at all.
"Um...is it ok if I sit here? There aren't any more seats, and it's cold and wet and scary outside."
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Karath Durson
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Mar 3, 2017 19:20:21 GMT -8
The young man with the sandy brown hair looked up at both the visitors. His style and attire suggested, at a closer look, that he may have been from a distant, foreign culture.
Regal and Roy looked to be around his age and in good health. Not particularly wealthy, but perhaps not down on their luck either. This left Karath guessing.
"Of course," he declared courteously, smiling as he set down his parchment.
"This isn't about the.. letters, is it?"
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