Abby Longblood
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Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 21
Physical Description: An albino girl with a short body and thin posture. Her skin is very pale and her hair is dyed a soft pink over her natural white-silver. Because of her Albinism her eyes appear red.
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Clothes and Equipment: Likes to wear dresses that are short in the front, with torn apart lace over it to make it easier to move.
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Her weapon is a long black leather whip with an enchantment gem in the handle. When touched by any part of the whip the victim will be hit with a current of electricity. Not enough to knock them out, but enough to restrict movements and cause uncontrollable jerks of the body.
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Registered: Mar 2, 2017 15:37:42 GMT -8
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Post by Abby Longblood on Mar 6, 2017 13:07:44 GMT -8
"About 2 years ago, when I found out my dad was offering my hand in marriage to this big shot lord's son." she said, looking at him with an annoyed look. She didn't even know why she was telling him, but it felt good in its own way.
"I didn't even know the guy. All I knew was that as long as I would be the perfect wife, our family would earn a lot of money. At first I went along with it, it was all I knew. Listen to daddy and you will be rewarded. Until I realized what was really happening. I was being sold as a common whore. I decided that if I was gonna be a whore I wanted to reap the rewards of it. So I ran away from my family and went on my way. A few times he almost found me. So I dyed my hair and changed my clothes and went out into the big world. I have never heard anything from them again. And he never seen a penny from that little lord."
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Karath Durson
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Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Mar 6, 2017 13:58:19 GMT -8
"... I see," he repeated. His gaze was one that pierced the soul, probing it for its most truthful of answers. Still the potion hadn't revealed its effects, or if it had, the effects were not one that was noticeable.
"And if you did not know him, then how do you know he wouldn't have provided you with safety, security, and hope for the future? Surely here, you have less of all three.."
He considered it a grave matter that the young woman had thought she'd found her way, a walk that left her deceptively vulnerable and promised very little prosperity. Yet she may have had some retort that'd threaten the illustration of his point, and he didn't think his previous statement was enough. He leaned forward now, his elbows resting upon his knees after he brushed aside dripping wet locks of sandy tan hair that had for a second fettered his unwavering gaze.
"What if I had refused to drink my half of the concoction, because it was a sleeping potion? What if, perhaps suddenly, you're not as much in control of the situation, as you maybe think you are?"
With that sobering declaration, he stood, slowly, his hands reaching stiffly to his sides as he looked up at the ceiling as though posing for some sudden, spiritual ascension. First the small cerulean jewel encrusted through the crossguard and hilt of his scimitar emitted a light blue glow accompanied by what sounded like a distant, airy chime, and then the tattoo upon his sleeveless and toned bronze arm shone brilliantly. With what sounded like water striking a red-hot metal surface, the rain droplets that had soaked him head to toe was cast into the air in the form of steam by some unseen force or mechanism, dissipating quickly and leaving his body and clothes comfortably dry.
He then looked slowly down, raising the empty glass potion bottle that was still clutched between his fingers, looking at it intently.
"It is good, however, that you trust me," he seems to reflect to himself just as much as to Abby. "Because that is the real prerequisite to being on my crew."
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Abby Longblood
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 21
Physical Description: An albino girl with a short body and thin posture. Her skin is very pale and her hair is dyed a soft pink over her natural white-silver. Because of her Albinism her eyes appear red.
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Clothes and Equipment: Likes to wear dresses that are short in the front, with torn apart lace over it to make it easier to move.
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Her weapon is a long black leather whip with an enchantment gem in the handle. When touched by any part of the whip the victim will be hit with a current of electricity. Not enough to knock them out, but enough to restrict movements and cause uncontrollable jerks of the body.
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Registered: Mar 2, 2017 15:37:42 GMT -8
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Post by Abby Longblood on Mar 6, 2017 22:25:51 GMT -8
"Even if he had, it wasn't my dads choice to pick him for me!" she was clearly frustrated. Mostly by talking about her parents for the first time in such a long time, but also by not knowing what exactly she had put inside of her body. If that potion was so expensive, it had to do something.
Abby had thought back about her life at her families home in the last two years. She had just never allowed herself to question why she had done it or if she had made the best choice. Perhaps she was scared that if she thought about it too much, she would come to that conclusion even though there was no way back to her parents.
This was the life she had chosen and it was the life that she had to live in her mind. She was fine, she was alright, she had fun. That was all she knew.
"I actually did think about that. But what do I have to lose? You already got my money! And if you wanted to use my body then go ahead and do it! See if I care." A hint of a tear started to appear in the corner of Abby's eyes as she was starting to panic. It had been a long time since she had lost control of her emotions and she had no clue why it was happening now. Frustrating her even more.
Only because of the strange magical situation that unfolded in front of her after, she was able to calm down and come back to her senses just a bit. She looked at him in awe and wondering if the gems in his crossguard was similar to the one in the hilt of her whip.
"Good, then I passed the test didn't I?" she was still not completly recovered from her emotional fit. "Let's go to sleep then." she said and laid down in bed and petting the space next to her, clearly an invitation for him to sleep next to her. She had really intended to make him sleep on the floor for making her wait. But she was feeling vulnerable and weak. The need to have someone next to her, maybe even hold her was stronger than her resolve to appear strong. Her mask had been broken, even if it was just for tonight.
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Karath Durson
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Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Mar 7, 2017 5:42:18 GMT -8
She had passed the test. Yet it'd be foolish to think all he'd said was merely to expose any trickery versus loyalty.
"What you had to lose..."
He reflected for a second on what she had said, thinking of what her experiences may have been until now. He was feeling comfortable with the assumption that she'd spent most of her life here.
His tone softened, just a little.
"Everything. Everything you didn't know you had."
He didn't expect her to fully understand yet, though he too, felt it was time for rest. He removed his short, sleeveless cyan tunic and casually tossed in in the corner with his boots, past mistakes occasionally blemishing his well toned figure in the form of small scars. One thing that went unspoken was his recognition of Abby's determination. She still trusted him enough to let him stay and to listen to his words. This, to him, was the most important thing.
He laid down in the bed with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling as though hurriedly plotting the next day in his head.
"... The potion has no effect. Don't worry Abby... your money was well invested. You can rest, now..." he says in a more soothing, relaxed tone.
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Abby Longblood
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 21
Physical Description: An albino girl with a short body and thin posture. Her skin is very pale and her hair is dyed a soft pink over her natural white-silver. Because of her Albinism her eyes appear red.
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Clothes and Equipment: Likes to wear dresses that are short in the front, with torn apart lace over it to make it easier to move.
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Her weapon is a long black leather whip with an enchantment gem in the handle. When touched by any part of the whip the victim will be hit with a current of electricity. Not enough to knock them out, but enough to restrict movements and cause uncontrollable jerks of the body.
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Registered: Mar 2, 2017 15:37:42 GMT -8
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Post by Abby Longblood on Mar 7, 2017 6:52:53 GMT -8
Abby was done talking. Her head was spinning and all kind of different thought had filled her head. Her mask was down and with that the shield she had used to protect herself. Feelings from her childhood came flooding back, as well as things that had happened these last two years. At the beginning she hadn't been happy with the prospect of selling her body. She had hated it, but had known no other way to make money for her own. Her family had not taught her any skills that could secure her a job.
She had fabricated a personality to protect herself and had always meant to keep that personality strong. Now she felt like a kid, wanting affection in any way she could. Wanting to feel protected and loved. Wanting all the bad things to just disappear from around her.
Maybe her old life hadn't been as bad. For sure it hadn't been perfect, but maybe it was better then this. Maybe she wasn't as happy as she wanted to make herself believe.
The tears now ran freely over her face, though no sobbing was heard. When Karath entered the bed, she pulled herself closer to him, taking his arm and cuddling it. Afraid to ask for anything more, she stayed that way.
This man had done what no one else had been able to do. Shown interest in her in a way she wasn't used to. Had found the truth of her unhapiness, even though she hadn't even realized it herself. It was a whole new shape of love that Abby had never known in her life.
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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 7, 2017 8:36:34 GMT -8
And the two would eventually fall asleep, her warm presence at his side a very soothing reality that made slumber come quickly. The sleep that night was deep and inviting, and he found it more restful and fulfilling than any recent sleep he could remember...
That next morning when Abby would awake, Karath's warmth would be gone, his body leaving behind a slight depression in the mattress that rapidly cooled in the morning cold. He was standing shirtless before the window, caressed by the frigid air of a cold and rainy night, the barely illuminated overcast sky still drizzling against the window. Aside from the rain's pitter-patter it was quiet, most of the inn's visitors and the city's inhabitants still warm in their beds.
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Abby Longblood
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 21
Physical Description: An albino girl with a short body and thin posture. Her skin is very pale and her hair is dyed a soft pink over her natural white-silver. Because of her Albinism her eyes appear red.
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Clothes and Equipment: Likes to wear dresses that are short in the front, with torn apart lace over it to make it easier to move.
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Her weapon is a long black leather whip with an enchantment gem in the handle. When touched by any part of the whip the victim will be hit with a current of electricity. Not enough to knock them out, but enough to restrict movements and cause uncontrollable jerks of the body.
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Registered: Mar 2, 2017 15:37:42 GMT -8
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Post by Abby Longblood on Mar 7, 2017 8:46:16 GMT -8
When Abby awoke, it took her a second to come to a reality. The night before felt like a bad dream. She had been so exhausted by her emotion that she hadn't even noticed falling asleep.
She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and noticed a silhouette in front of the window. It took her a secoond to recollect, but then she remembered that Karath had been in the room with her the night before. Small fragments of what happened flooded back in her mind, but she quickly decided to put it to the back of her thought. She very quietly got out of bed, sneaked up to Karath and jumped on him from behind, planting her arms around his neck in affection.
"So how did you enjoy sleeping next to such a pretty and sexy lady?" she teased. He might have seen her mask come off once, but Abby was to stuck in her habits to abonden the personality it had created. It was still her safety guard against being hurt, something that wasn't easy to just put aside. It would take a great deal more to destroy her mask forever.
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Karath Durson
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Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Mar 7, 2017 8:55:59 GMT -8
"Oof!--...Very charming."
He reached up behind him so that his hand reached the top of her head, messing up her unbrushed pink hair. He had expected her to sleep in, as he himself often would have, and was slightly and pleasantly surprised with the energy with which she bounded out of bed.
"Today... I'm going to take you someplace very special. But first... we'll have a quick stop to make."
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Abby Longblood
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 21
Physical Description: An albino girl with a short body and thin posture. Her skin is very pale and her hair is dyed a soft pink over her natural white-silver. Because of her Albinism her eyes appear red.
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Clothes and Equipment: Likes to wear dresses that are short in the front, with torn apart lace over it to make it easier to move.
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Her weapon is a long black leather whip with an enchantment gem in the handle. When touched by any part of the whip the victim will be hit with a current of electricity. Not enough to knock them out, but enough to restrict movements and cause uncontrollable jerks of the body.
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Registered: Mar 2, 2017 15:37:42 GMT -8
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Post by Abby Longblood on Mar 7, 2017 9:13:16 GMT -8
She didn't mind him roughing up her hair, in fact she kinda liked it. "Someplace special? One night together and Karath already wants a date." she giggled and bit his earlobe gently before walking back towards the bed. She got a brush from her backpack and started to wrestle the tangles out of her hair.
"Though I call it a date, but you will probably take little Skarlet along as well. Guess since you fall for an albino like me that little vampire must be a nice treat for you as well. Such pale skin, hard to resist isn' it?" She put her hair in a high ponytail at the back of her head, making her curls spread even wider around her shoulders and got dressed in a simple black short lace dress and a playful choker around her neck. Not even trying to hide her naked body while getting changed.
"So where are we going first captain? Or does even your belly require some breakfast?"
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Karath Durson
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Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Mar 7, 2017 9:29:29 GMT -8
"Yeah... we have to go to the Midnight Sun. We'll have breakfast there while we're at it. What do you say?"
Karath finished dressing himself, and when they were both ready, they'd step out the door and into the hallway, down the stairs, and back outside.
The cold air and rain greeted them once again, shaking the last of the sleep from Karath's mind, as they'd start the muddy journey of leaving Port Silverion.
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Abby Longblood
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 21
Physical Description: An albino girl with a short body and thin posture. Her skin is very pale and her hair is dyed a soft pink over her natural white-silver. Because of her Albinism her eyes appear red.
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Clothes and Equipment: Likes to wear dresses that are short in the front, with torn apart lace over it to make it easier to move.
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Her weapon is a long black leather whip with an enchantment gem in the handle. When touched by any part of the whip the victim will be hit with a current of electricity. Not enough to knock them out, but enough to restrict movements and cause uncontrollable jerks of the body.
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Registered: Mar 2, 2017 15:37:42 GMT -8
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Post by Abby Longblood on Mar 7, 2017 9:32:48 GMT -8
"I thought you said we would make a quick stop." she said with a smile at her face. She didn't know anything about this Midnight Sun, other then that Karath worked for them before and that they were the ones who needed the potions. She guessed it wouldn't be that bad to meet the people that would pay her money soon.
"So speaking of the Midnight Sun. What is the actual potion? Like not the one who gave me yesterday, the one we are trying to sell. What does it do?" She asked while they were walking towards the exit of Port Silverion. She had wondered for quite some time and wanted to know an answer from him.
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Karath Durson
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Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on May 13, 2017 12:06:14 GMT -8
********************* "Alright!" Karath called over the group, which had grown quite large and roudy, that had assembled the next morning as requested in Stark's Inn. Any who had interest in the fliers would have an opportunity to meet here for one last time to be vetted for the journey, but for the most part Karath knew now exactly what his crew would look like. "There's some holes in the hull and a tear in the sails. But with us now are some people who possess talents that should make the repairs an easy and painless process." He was referring, of course, to those who possessed magical talents - himself included. "So I predict we'll be sailing out of here well before noon. Is everyone ready?"
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acolyte Brushca
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: younger than he looks
Physical Description: shadowed in a woolen fungus strewn cloak.
there are flem and mucus crusting around his eyes noes and mouth. if one where to examine his ears, you would find that blood had at some time pooled in there folds and has since dried there. his complexion would be vaguely brown where it not for the tired grey that has set in. he is tall and disproportionately thin, almost desiccated in his appearance, all draped in soggy wool. anyone examining his hands can see tiny shards of bone clinging to his skin.
Clothes and Equipment: damp fungus entangled cloak. 1 foot radius metal buoy.
ceremonial limestone cudgel.
Registered: Apr 29, 2017 21:39:48 GMT -8
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Post by acolyte Brushca on May 14, 2017 17:13:06 GMT -8
ooooI! OOOOOOI! a figure dressed in a molding cloak and bearing a large and ungainly metal buoy on his shoulders is hurrying his way towards the assembled group. and shouting quite boisterously attempting to gain there attention before they depart.
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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 May 17, 2017 15:01:09 GMT -8
ooooI! OOOOOOI! a figure dressed in a molding cloak and bearing a large and ungainly metal buoy on his shoulders is hurrying his way towards the assembled group. and shouting quite boisterously attempting to gain there attention before they depart. A waitress blocks his path as the figure shouts in the otherwise quiet Inn. "Excuse me sir, could you please keep it down? Patrons are trying to sleep upstairs, and you are disturbing the peace. I will have to ask you to leave if you continue."
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acolyte Brushca
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: younger than he looks
Physical Description: shadowed in a woolen fungus strewn cloak.
there are flem and mucus crusting around his eyes noes and mouth. if one where to examine his ears, you would find that blood had at some time pooled in there folds and has since dried there. his complexion would be vaguely brown where it not for the tired grey that has set in. he is tall and disproportionately thin, almost desiccated in his appearance, all draped in soggy wool. anyone examining his hands can see tiny shards of bone clinging to his skin.
Clothes and Equipment: damp fungus entangled cloak. 1 foot radius metal buoy.
ceremonial limestone cudgel.
Registered: Apr 29, 2017 21:39:48 GMT -8
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Post by acolyte Brushca on May 17, 2017 15:05:33 GMT -8
oh...em
[ quietly ] oooooi
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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 May 17, 2017 15:09:32 GMT -8
The waitress turns to leave, but then addresses him one more time.
"And please use real words when talking sir, there are children here, and we would hate for them to grow up with poor grammar and worse vocabulary."
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acolyte Brushca
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: younger than he looks
Physical Description: shadowed in a woolen fungus strewn cloak.
there are flem and mucus crusting around his eyes noes and mouth. if one where to examine his ears, you would find that blood had at some time pooled in there folds and has since dried there. his complexion would be vaguely brown where it not for the tired grey that has set in. he is tall and disproportionately thin, almost desiccated in his appearance, all draped in soggy wool. anyone examining his hands can see tiny shards of bone clinging to his skin.
Clothes and Equipment: damp fungus entangled cloak. 1 foot radius metal buoy.
ceremonial limestone cudgel.
Registered: Apr 29, 2017 21:39:48 GMT -8
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Post by acolyte Brushca on May 17, 2017 16:10:15 GMT -8
and i'm quite certain that i'm thirsty so heres some copper [ he dumps some coin onto her drink tray ] why do'nt you hop off and grab me an ale. ta ta- he shuffles around the waitress and continues his way on over to the table.
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acolyte Brushca
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: younger than he looks
Physical Description: shadowed in a woolen fungus strewn cloak.
there are flem and mucus crusting around his eyes noes and mouth. if one where to examine his ears, you would find that blood had at some time pooled in there folds and has since dried there. his complexion would be vaguely brown where it not for the tired grey that has set in. he is tall and disproportionately thin, almost desiccated in his appearance, all draped in soggy wool. anyone examining his hands can see tiny shards of bone clinging to his skin.
Clothes and Equipment: damp fungus entangled cloak. 1 foot radius metal buoy.
ceremonial limestone cudgel.
Registered: Apr 29, 2017 21:39:48 GMT -8
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Post by acolyte Brushca on May 19, 2017 8:08:26 GMT -8
"oooi yew with tha map" any room left in this ear brigade.
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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 May 19, 2017 17:33:59 GMT -8
Acolyte Brushca would feel a sudden sharp point on the back of his head, and hear the cocking of a hand crossbow.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave. That waitress happens to be a personal friend of mine. She brings the good ale, treats the crew right."
Behind him, a rather large gathering of Isran Sailors and Marines had begun to form, many still armed from their various patrol duties on board the fleet docked not too far. A pair of dock workers brandished wrenches, it would seem the Acolyte had not endeared himself to the local population.
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acolyte Brushca
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: younger than he looks
Physical Description: shadowed in a woolen fungus strewn cloak.
there are flem and mucus crusting around his eyes noes and mouth. if one where to examine his ears, you would find that blood had at some time pooled in there folds and has since dried there. his complexion would be vaguely brown where it not for the tired grey that has set in. he is tall and disproportionately thin, almost desiccated in his appearance, all draped in soggy wool. anyone examining his hands can see tiny shards of bone clinging to his skin.
Clothes and Equipment: damp fungus entangled cloak. 1 foot radius metal buoy.
ceremonial limestone cudgel.
Registered: Apr 29, 2017 21:39:48 GMT -8
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Post by acolyte Brushca on May 20, 2017 22:43:27 GMT -8
Acolyte Brushca would feel a sudden sharp point on the back of his head, and hear the cocking of a hand crossbow. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave. That waitress happens to be a personal friend of mine. She brings the good ale, treats the crew right." Behind him, a rather large gathering of Isran Sailors and Marines had begun to form, many still armed from their various patrol duties on board the fleet docked not too far. A pair of dock workers brandished wrenches, it would seem the Acolyte had not endeared himself to the local population. [Brushca slowly turns to face the man,while holding his hands in the air. however as he turns full circle Gothmog sees that the cloaked figures features seem quite literally chiseled from stone. as he looks at the man with the hand crossbow he replies: Are...are ya serious? she asks me ta be quiet so i doo, then she tells me all snooty ta change my accent, so i ask her ta piss off. and you point a frikin crossbow at my head? are ya nuts? [ Brushca glances behind the armored fellow to the assembled mob] are ya all nuts?! seriously yer acting as tho iv insulted yer city's heritage. ps if you plan on fighting me pleas look at my character sheet beforehand.
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