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 16, 2016 11:52:12 GMT -8
Strolling through the docks, Grandma took in one of the most productive parts of Isra first hand. Although she didn’t often explore the city like this it was always good to keep an eye on the workers who fueled the industry of Isra. Despite the heavy foot traffic, Grandma had no trouble navigating her way through the bustling streets.
Admiring a particularly well made cargo ship, Grandma noticed a familiar face out of the corner of her eye. Pale skin, white hair, thin build, there was no mistaking him. It was Royal Fletcher, the vampire she had met in Valland many months ago. Accelerating to a brisk walk, Grandma approached the back of the wagon, giving it a few knocks with her cane.
“I didn’t expect to you meet in such a place as this, Roy Fletcher.”
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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 16, 2016 14:20:26 GMT -8
Roy looked down from the wagon, and spotted the friendly old lady he'd met in Asgeir. What a coincidence! He hopped off the wagon to say hello, smiling pointily.
"Why, hello there, grandma! What a surprise seeing you here! I haven't seen you in a while, how's it been? What brings you here to Port Silverion?"
He rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a large chocolate bar with walnuts. Uncle Renalt had given it to him before he'd left Isra.
"Would you like some chocolate? It's fresh, just poured yesterday!"
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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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Post by Grandma on Aug 16, 2016 14:56:18 GMT -8
Still energetic as ever. Grandma did often wonder what it would be like to have the energy of a young person, but that was something she doubted her ability to replicate.
“Indeed, it has been quite a while since we last met. I came here to Silverion to admire the industriousness of the Israrian people, you see, I’ve been gone on a trip to a rather far off place. I don’t remember if I told you, but I actually happen to primarily live in Isra. A splendid city, don’t you agree?”
Accepting the chocolate with a word of thanks, Grandma would take a large bite out of it, nodding in satisfaction.
“Quite excellent chocolate you have here. It taste familiar almost, where did you happen to get this at?”
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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 16, 2016 15:31:26 GMT -8
Roy beamed. He loved it when people liked his uncle's chocolate! Uncle Renalt worked so hard to make it, and Roy knew he would be glad to hear how much Grandma enjoyed it.
"My uncle Renalt makes it! You might know him, his shop's in Isra too. It's called Fletcher's Delectables. In fact, I'm here to deliver a shipment of chocolates to my cousin so that he can export it overseas. And yes, I'm quite fond of ths city. Nice place."
He wondered what it was that Grandma did that allowed her to take so many long trips, especially at her age. Perhaps she was simply very young at heart. Maybe she had a massive pocketbook. Who knew. All of a sudden, he remembered something about Grandma. Perhaps she could help him with a feathery problem.
"Oh! You like magic animals, don't you? Would you be interested in a magic chicken that lays chocolate eggs?"
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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 16, 2016 16:32:02 GMT -8
“Ah yes, Fletcher’s Delectables! I’ve actually been there before once, quite a nice shop, I remember your uncle being quite the business owner. I didn’t know he was so popular though, delivering overseas must require quite the chocolate factory.”
Speaking in her warmest tone, Grandma certainly was more animated than usual. She needed to work on this tone, taking on the right personality for the situation was an essential skill for her to possess after all.
“Chickens that lay chocolate eggs you say? That does sound like quite the sight. As you remembered, I am quite interested by magical animals of various types. Considering we were just speaking about your uncle's chocolate shop, might these chickens be the source of his chocolate? Regardless, I am interested in seeing these ‘magic’ chickens you speak of.”
Although Grandma wasn’t interested in the chickens themselves so much, she was interested to see what type of spell had been placed on them to allow the laying of chocolate eggs. Now, if the chickens were just doing this on their own, well, that would also be quite the sight.
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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 16, 2016 16:43:00 GMT -8
Roy nodded excitedly. He didn't particularly like the chicken, so he was glad that Grandma was interested in at least taking a look. Chuckling, he thought about the trouble he'd gone through to recapture it. It had been quite a chase in the woods, and had involved bait, traps, and angry bears. Not exactly pleasant, but at least it was memorable.
"It's just the one, I'm afraid. Uncle Renalt found it wandering around in the woods one day. He didn't want it, because he says the eggs are low-quality chocolate. I was supposed to put it on the boat to be shipped overseas, but the guards didn't let me take it into the city. It's sitting outside the gates right now in a cage. I hope it hasn't escaped again."
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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 16, 2016 17:14:26 GMT -8
“Ah, just a single chicken? Well, I’m still interested to see it nonetheless. Perhaps it drank a potion of some kind? I’ve heard of animals gaining strange traits near alchemist labs that don’t dispose of all their potions properly.”
Unless Roy had any objections, Grandma would climb up onto the cart. Straightening her robes, she would situate herself securely on the carts seat and glance around at the bustling people from this higher vantage point.
“Tell me, have you experienced any adventures since we last met? I believe you were also going to the magic academy in Gauldin, how do your studies there go?”
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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 16, 2016 17:33:04 GMT -8
Roy didn't object at all to Grandma climbing onto the cart. What sort of person would object to giving an old lady a ride? Certainly not Roy, the epitome of the term "nice young man". He climbed up as well, and urged the horses onward.
"Adventures? A little, I guess...I got kidnapped by cultists. And I met a river dragon, then a demon. I also got chased by geese, but managed to stop being scared of them. Not all at once, mind you. Different events. And the Academy is great! There's so many nice people there, I love it. I'm glad to have time off, though."
He paused to slow the horses as they went over a bump. After all, it wasn't right to jolt an old lady. She might break a hip.
"How about you? You mentioned a long trip. How was that?"
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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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Post by Grandma on Aug 16, 2016 17:48:04 GMT -8
Grandma nodded a bit as Roy spoke, perking up at the mention of Cultist.
“Kidnapped by Cultist you say? Where’d this happen to you at, not Isra I would hope. Do you happen to know what cult they were apart of or whatever happened to them? Kidnapping is a serious crime after all.”
Letting out a slight chuckle at his mention of geese, she noted him slowing down as they went over bumps in the road. He really was a considerate young man, not that such considerations needed to be made for her, but the gesture was appreciated regardless.
“Oh, my journey was… Well, I can’t say too much about it, but I did meet many new and interesting people. It was quite the enlightening experience.”
Grandma turned away from Roy for a moment, pretending to look at the boats, she licked her lips and allowed herself a rather disturbing smile before turning back to Roy with her usual grandmotherly mask.
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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 16, 2016 18:58:15 GMT -8
Roy shook his head at Grandma's concern. The kidnapping had been so long ago, and everything had happened in such a flurry...he barely remembered how it ended.
"I think the cultists were the usual sort. You know, the ones who need to drain a lot of blood to summon their old god. I don't know why they nabbed me, though. I haven't got very much blood at all. And no, it wasn't in Isra. It was in Gauldin. As for the cultists...I think they exploded or something. I don't recall, it was all a blur."
He shrugged. It had been rather traumatic at the time, but he'd gotten over it. The joy of meeting a dragon had all but erased the trauma from being kidnapped as a sacrifice.
"That's good to hear, Grandma. It's always good to meet new people."
He coaxed the horses onward, and they headed out towards the gates.
[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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Post by Grandma on Aug 16, 2016 20:28:20 GMT -8
“Oh, that type of cultist. I find those sorts of cultist to usually just doing it for an excuse to harm others and be violent. Of course, occasionally you’ll run into the real deal, but most are just a bit unstable in the head.”
Grandma was always amused by the sort of cultist who weren’t particularly serious about summoning their chosen god, simply out for the violence aspect of it, but then accidentally summoned something with what they thought were fake or ineffective rituals. Usually what they summoned would tear them to bits as the grand finale of the ritual.
Continuing to smile at the thought, Grandma gave the docks one more glance before they passed outside the gates of Silverion.
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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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Post by Grandma on Aug 26, 2016 11:40:38 GMT -8
Faelar would be waiting at the docks, far before the sun had risen. He seemed quite excited to be there, glancing around constantly as he searched for Captain Gothmog. It would be quite enlightening to see Captain Gothmog’s combat prowess first hand, but if he even lived up to half the tales told about him… Well, he would certainly prove an excellent source of learning if that was the case.
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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 29, 2016 3:30:44 GMT -8
Gothmog's tendency to appear from any sort of crate or pile of construction lumber showed itself again as he popped up in full alertness at the approach of Faelar. They were on the deck next to The Depravity . Her hull was complete, and she was seaworthy but not action worthy just yet. She still required many things in her interior to be completed, but the iron ship was an impressive sight to behold.
"Been waiting on you Faelar. Though you are early, which is good. But are you ready lad? I don't hold back on the blows, nor do I particularly care if you are injured or killed in some way, just as the sea does not care for those she injures or kills."
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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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Post by Grandma on Aug 30, 2016 15:10:52 GMT -8
Faelar nodded in agreement at Gothmogs words. He would then glance at the Depravity, wondering if it belonged to Gothmog. It was quite an impressive looking ship and Faelar could definitely imagine Gothmog in command of it.
“I understand Captain, I’ll do my best to not get injured and slow down the training. What training will we be starting with and what should I do?”
Faelar had quite the determined look in his eyes as he said this, sounding a bit more sure of himself than he was yesterday in the bar.
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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 31, 2016 10:00:04 GMT -8
"Duck."
The wooden pole would come seemingly out of nowhere as the orc swung it at Faelar, the wood would shatter rather than breaking bone, but it would leave a hell of a nasty bruise on Faelar if it connected with the side of his body.
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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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Post by Grandma on Sept 1, 2016 18:18:37 GMT -8
Faelar would inelegantly dive to the side, narrowly avoiding the pole and finishing the maneuver with a rather unsteady roll. Nearly rolling off the side of the dock, he would manage to catch himself in time and stand before doing so.
“Oh, that was rather sudden… I suppose in a real scenario I wouldn’t have any warning though.”
Wide eyed after the sudden attack, Faelar seemed to be on the alert now, unsure if his instructor would try anymore sudden “practice” attacks.
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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 Sept 2, 2016 3:03:32 GMT -8
Faelar would stand to find the wooden object now going for his legs, Gothmog ignoring the boy's talking and continuing to attack.
"Your opponent won't stop just because you dodged, rather poorly I might add, his or her first attack. Nor will they always provide warning of their imminent attack, now, defend yourself!"
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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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Post by Grandma on Sept 2, 2016 18:20:22 GMT -8
Hmm, perhaps it was time to get a bit more serious. It wouldn’t do for him to think Faelar as totally hopeless at the start.
Leaping to the side once more, Faelar would land on both his feet this time after a rather far jump, spinning around as soon as he landed. This time he would begin backing away from Gothmog, clearly wary of more sudden attacks, as it seemed his instructor liked using them for training.
Glancing around, Faelar would look to see if there was anything wood poles or instruments to defend himself with.
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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 Sept 5, 2016 13:12:56 GMT -8
The moment Faelar looked away Gothmog tossed the wooden pole at him, the pole sailing awkwardly through the air and aimed straight for the lad's stomach. It would be the final act of this improvised combat, for after the result of the throw was shown, Gothmog would hold a single hand up and laugh.
"Not bad! Better than the last pair I trained anyway. You have good instincts and reflexes. Bit naive perhaps, and unprepared. But that comes with time. It is not something I can teach you...not directly at least. You will learn it through hard work and dedication. And living. Now. Grab that pole and try to hit 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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Post by Grandma on Sept 6, 2016 11:25:00 GMT -8
Faelar didn’t expect the pole to be thrown at him, but as Gothmog said, he did have good reflexes. Hastily moving to the side slightly, Faelar manages to just snatch the pole out of the air as it is flying towards him. Almost dropping it, he manages to just hang onto it and then steadies himself.
“Yes Sir, I will do my best to attack you now!”
Stepping forward with his right foot, Faelar would swing the pole at the lower part of Gothmog’s shin, aiming for it with the end of the pole. The swing was of medium power and if it missed it would be easy for Faelar to stop it from overswinging.
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