Kejar Lons Hallaltsan
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
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Kejar is by no means large or small, he is but of an average height and has a lean body. He travels by wagon frequently, carrying goods from place to place in order to make a profit, because of this he is used to carrying awkward and heavy merchandise.
Kejar has two pointed ears and short light brown hair. His skin is lightly tanned, and he has emerald green eyes.
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Kejar wears a a single colored medium tan button-up shirt, that he often rolls up the sleeves on. He wears grey trousers and will roll them up to below his knees, during hot and humid weather.
Kejar by occupation is a travelling merchant and so he uses a small wagon to carry his wares from town to town, even camping temporarily by roadside when night falls. Therefore, he regularly has camping supplies stored on his wagon, such as a shovel and a small hatchet to collect firewood. He keeps wares in wooden crates and a few barrels, depending of the respective ware. He has a money patch hooked onto his brown leather belt. For defense he carries a hunting knife and a medium weight sword, similar to that of a rapier called a “sidesword”.
Allegiances: Mainly to himself
Player's online availability : This is always in flux
Registered: Jul 27, 2019 11:02:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kejar Lons Hallaltsan on Jul 29, 2019 19:19:26 GMT -8
Kejar's green eyes shift for a second as he fixes his gaze on the lizard-person, before returning to Flann's eyes, "I can tell you now, that this is the main port town that I visit. If I see ships by shore-side, I don't normally keep records of them and I don't usually keep records of customers I meet either... You know what if I ever meet this father of yours, I keep a tab on him, where he was last and what date I met him, sort of thing."
The merchant grabs three apples and a loaf of bread, "Five copper is the price."
He would then put the foodstuffs on the wagon side, sitting on a scrap cloth, as if it was a napkin. Kejar comments, "I guess my question was going to be why you were dock hopping, as you so eloquently put it. However you question answered my original question... ah, I know. Your hair was that naturally born?" Kejar leaned forward, his eyes with a slight glimmer of curiosity of what her hair was. He straightens back up, saying, "Sorry, if that was too personal, you don't need to answer that."
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Xissk
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 17
Physical Description: Short and stout. Xissk has a short, round face with orang eyes and olive-green scales. He has three talons on the end of each of his feet and hands.
Clothes and Equipment: Xissk wears a black tunic and a white and grey cloak in the design of bird's wings. He carries two katanas and has a walking stick that separates into a three-section staff.
He also wields shurikens.
Registered: Jun 27, 2019 8:22:35 GMT -8
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Post by Xissk on Jul 30, 2019 7:17:17 GMT -8
Xissk caught Flann's glance a few times. "Sssshoot." He muttered to himself. Stalking and watching was not his strong suit. Indeed, he was used to talking his way out of things and fighting his way... that's it! Xissk smiled in triumph. He would go right up and ask her. He whirled around and confidently strided up to Flann. "Excuse me."
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Flann
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 20
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
Flann's appearance is quite eye catching, not only due to her nature as a water-dwelling maiden, but the standout colors and physical qualities that have come with her nereid transformation. The most striking quality she has is her hair, or perhaps more accurately, her tentacles. Her head is covered in a flowing mass of thick, suction-cupped saffron tentacles which flow down her shoulders and back like hair, these appendages naturally integrating into her original sickly ginger locks. She has long bangs which curtain either side of her face and cover the majority of her forehead, obscuring her brows. These unusual appendages only barely outshine her eyes: gigantic, baby blue, shimmering eyes with thick black lashes and prominent pupils that take up a massive portion of her almond shaped face, giving her a childlike appearance. Her nose is slight and small, speckled with dark freckles that cascade across her cheeks. Her lips are thin and small, her chin pointed and slight. She has pale, fair skin, her arms and shoulders dotted with similar spattering freckles. Her physique seems frail, very slight, she is short in stature, standing only 5'2" on land.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's difficult to possess many things as a creature bound to the confines of the ever shifting ocean. What Flann does possess consists of whatever she can keep on her person. This includes a specialty made dress of magical infusion that goes wholly unaffected by it's endless soak in the sea, the young nereid still uncomfortable with the idea of swimming around in a more 'natural' state. She wears a white embroidered kerchief with a wavy pattern hem and two solid navy blue stripes, a short sleeved white chemise with navy cuffs and matching blue apron style overcoat, a binder with black bow accents, usually dressed without footwear of any kind. She also sports a small cross body satchel which she uses to store the few items she keeps on her, including her coin. The bag is of similar magical make and seems to keep the objects inside from being damaged or ruined by water exposure.
Registered: Jul 26, 2019 22:22:43 GMT -8
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Post by Flann on Jul 30, 2019 11:06:05 GMT -8
The girl seemed to deflate as the merchant admitted he really had no greater leads than she had, in fact, if he was a regular at Silverion, it was likely she'd canvassed a greater area than his regular route of travel. She fought the burning at the back of her eyes, swallowing hard as she looked back up to him to acknowledge what he had said, a twinkling shard of hope still shimmering as he promised to keep her father in mind and keep a log of anything he came across for her, something for which she felt very grateful. "I see...well, it wasn't like I was expecting much, talked to probably a hundred travelers since I came here and not one has caught sight nor sound of my oul fella anywhere. I ah...thank ye, anyway, fer hearing me out atleast. I couldn't be more grateful if you'd do exactly that, please, even if it's just rumors or in a passing conversation. I'll keep an eye out fer ye the next time I come to the port." she remarked, giving a solemn smile as she did her best to show her appreciation for his time and the generosity he showed in keeping her father in mind as he traveled. It was a kindness that to him likely seemed simple, but to her meant the world.
She went on to pay him, electing to just hand him a single silver, which was far more than the few coppers he asked, but she felt she owed it to him for what he'd offered to do for her, and how kind he had been. She gave a big grin and a nod as she held it out to him, prompting him to take it. Her living expenses were admittedly insignificant, so she always had a bit of coin to spare. It was the least she could do for him. Flann then made quick work of biting into her freshly purchased products, taking a crunchy bite of one of the ruby red apples, the sweet juices dribbling down her chin, which she quickly caught with the edge of her hand. They were incredibly crisp. She quietly chewed away as went on to explain his question, one which drew a little knowing smirk to her face as it fell from his lips. of course, he wanted to know more about what she was. That was far from surprising, but it amused her nonetheless. Atleast he had been polite about it.
"Right my hair. Naw, it's not too personal, it's certainly uh...unusual. I'd be curious myself, if it wasn't my own head." she remarked with a little laugh. As he leaned in she strained the tendrils to snake up and reach out towards him slowly. "You can touch them if you want, they're more like tentacles than hair now. Ever seen an octopus? Just like that." she continued. Her eyes searched upwards as a little musing moan slipped through pursed lips as she tried to discern a good way to answer his question. "It's...complicated? I mean I certainly wasn't born this way, but these things are as real to me as my arm or my legs. They showed up after...well, it's a bit of a long story." she admitted, scratching at her cheek softly with her index finger. Just then, the lurker from earlier finally made his move, and she could feel her heartbeat start to race as he strode up to her, eyes wide as he barked something her way.
"Ah..um, hello there! How...can I help ya?" she asked hesitantly, shrinking back from him slightly as she took in his scaly visage. He was quite intimidating, and the lead up to his approach had already unsettle her for her to be uneasy at his approach. She eyed the kind merchant from the corner of her gaze, hoping he wouldn't abandon her with the stranger.
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Kejar Lons Hallaltsan
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar is by no means large or small, he is but of an average height and has a lean body. He travels by wagon frequently, carrying goods from place to place in order to make a profit, because of this he is used to carrying awkward and heavy merchandise.
Kejar has two pointed ears and short light brown hair. His skin is lightly tanned, and he has emerald green eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar wears a a single colored medium tan button-up shirt, that he often rolls up the sleeves on. He wears grey trousers and will roll them up to below his knees, during hot and humid weather.
Kejar by occupation is a travelling merchant and so he uses a small wagon to carry his wares from town to town, even camping temporarily by roadside when night falls. Therefore, he regularly has camping supplies stored on his wagon, such as a shovel and a small hatchet to collect firewood. He keeps wares in wooden crates and a few barrels, depending of the respective ware. He has a money patch hooked onto his brown leather belt. For defense he carries a hunting knife and a medium weight sword, similar to that of a rapier called a “sidesword”.
Allegiances: Mainly to himself
Player's online availability : This is always in flux
Registered: Jul 27, 2019 11:02:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kejar Lons Hallaltsan on Jul 30, 2019 14:00:31 GMT -8
Kejar takes the silver with no qualms. He notices that his answer had somewhat upset her, after all who knows how long she was looking for her father? Kejar inhales deeply, as if he was going to let out a lengthy sigh. He did not but instead he put the bags back letting out a quiet exhale. His thoughts went through his travels to see if he had heard talk about a Raimund Leitner or a Raimund O' Murchadha in his travels. He knew he had not personally met this man, but if he could remember anything about him it might be useful. One idea he focuses on was maybe a description of his appearance, perhaps he had hair or rather tendrils like his daughter.
The merchant pauses seeing the tendril moving closer. He heard the invite to touch it. With his curiosity, he proceeds to touch it with his index finger. His intention was to be gentle, so after he poked it he lowers his hand and placed on the wagon's side. He listens carefully and after listening for a bit and disregarded the idea that her father might have tendrils, seeing as she was not born with them.
Once he sees the lizard man. He calmly gazes at him, placing his left hand on the pommel of his sidesword. If things are to get messy, he would rather be ready. He calls out, "Hello kind sir, do any of my wares interest you?" He spoke in a professional fashion, hoping that his current customer was not the item of his interests.
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Xissk
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 17
Physical Description: Short and stout. Xissk has a short, round face with orang eyes and olive-green scales. He has three talons on the end of each of his feet and hands.
Clothes and Equipment: Xissk wears a black tunic and a white and grey cloak in the design of bird's wings. He carries two katanas and has a walking stick that separates into a three-section staff.
He also wields shurikens.
Registered: Jun 27, 2019 8:22:35 GMT -8
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Post by Xissk on Jul 30, 2019 19:33:43 GMT -8
Xissk glanced at Kejar. "Uhh.. Haven't really had a chance to look at them, sssorry." He shrugged in apology. He turned to Flann. "I'm ssssorry for the interruption, I wasss walking by and noticed your hair-er... It isss hair, right?" He shook his head, confused. "I've never ssseen anything like it. I'm very truly sssorry." When she shrunk back, and when Kejar touched his sword, Xissk raised his hands. "Pleassse, I'm jussst curious. I know I'm naive and young. I'm jussst... I get like thisss with new thingsss." He suddenly blushed, as well as a reptilian could, for he had scanned Flann's face and was now aware of how pretty she was. Still being young, he had yet to encounter and even talk with many pretty women such as her, and now he clammed up. "I- er- uhh...." He stammered, his eyes wide in embarrassment.
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Flann
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 20
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
Flann's appearance is quite eye catching, not only due to her nature as a water-dwelling maiden, but the standout colors and physical qualities that have come with her nereid transformation. The most striking quality she has is her hair, or perhaps more accurately, her tentacles. Her head is covered in a flowing mass of thick, suction-cupped saffron tentacles which flow down her shoulders and back like hair, these appendages naturally integrating into her original sickly ginger locks. She has long bangs which curtain either side of her face and cover the majority of her forehead, obscuring her brows. These unusual appendages only barely outshine her eyes: gigantic, baby blue, shimmering eyes with thick black lashes and prominent pupils that take up a massive portion of her almond shaped face, giving her a childlike appearance. Her nose is slight and small, speckled with dark freckles that cascade across her cheeks. Her lips are thin and small, her chin pointed and slight. She has pale, fair skin, her arms and shoulders dotted with similar spattering freckles. Her physique seems frail, very slight, she is short in stature, standing only 5'2" on land.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's difficult to possess many things as a creature bound to the confines of the ever shifting ocean. What Flann does possess consists of whatever she can keep on her person. This includes a specialty made dress of magical infusion that goes wholly unaffected by it's endless soak in the sea, the young nereid still uncomfortable with the idea of swimming around in a more 'natural' state. She wears a white embroidered kerchief with a wavy pattern hem and two solid navy blue stripes, a short sleeved white chemise with navy cuffs and matching blue apron style overcoat, a binder with black bow accents, usually dressed without footwear of any kind. She also sports a small cross body satchel which she uses to store the few items she keeps on her, including her coin. The bag is of similar magical make and seems to keep the objects inside from being damaged or ruined by water exposure.
Registered: Jul 26, 2019 22:22:43 GMT -8
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Post by Flann on Jul 30, 2019 20:12:10 GMT -8
As the merchant prodded her tentacle it shriveled back slightly, though it's movement didn't seemed pained or violent in any way. She could feel through them, his calloused finger spongy to the slimy skin of her tentacle. She had little time to say anything about it, or continue on with more about her father before they were interrupted by the reptilian, who had most of her attention now. She gave a thankful little look to the merchant as she made note of his posturing with the weapon, and his attempts to redirect the stranger from speaking directly to her, but unfortunately, he seemed undeterred.
The man led in with a fairly innocuous question, though in truth, she found it more aggravating than when the merchant had asked it. This man had approached her purely intent on ogling her odd appearance, it was a little dehumanizing, even if he didn't mean it so. "Aye, some of it is hair, anyway. It's kind of hard to tell where the hair stops and the tentacles start though." she answered simply, doing her best to remain neutral and cordial. Fortunately a lot of her fear had been alleviated, as he appeared now more like an admirer than an assailant. She softened to him some as he continued with an apology and explanation of his naivete.
"It's...fine, really, I appreciate the apology yer just...coming on a little strong, lad. I take it ya wouldn't think too kindly of me if I ran up to ye on the street and started spitting questions at ya about yer scales." She remarked, trying to provide what she felt was a fair analogy for the circumstances. She did her best to overlook his flustered expression and stammering speech, not wanting to have to acknowledge what that might be brewing. She gave another look to the merchant, this one more a reassuring calm glance, a weary smile tugging the corner of her lip.
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Ye'svonne Airileth
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 36
Physical Description: Ye'svonne was of a humanoid race of reptiles. His skin was jagged and emerald. His eyes were sunlight yellow with jet black vertical slits as his pupils. He had two fangs, one on each side of his mouth that hanged out even when his mouth was closed, when open hundreds of fangs could be seen. His nails were long and bloodletting to the touch. He stood at about 5'6" while he was slouched and an even 6' when he stood straight up.
Clothes and Equipment: He wore ragged cloth and robe for he was quite poor. He bore a large pack on his back that folded out into a portable alchemists table. He wore a bandolier with pre made potions of varying color. His pack and himself was decorated with a multitude of flora a mushrooms.
Allegiances: His family.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 21, 2019 2:41:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ye'svonne Airileth on Jul 31, 2019 4:05:49 GMT -8
As Vitkoriya took her leave, Ye'svonne couldn't help but bear one last toothy grin at the encounter that he'd just had. Their squabble turned into something much more fruitful than he could have expected and he felt blessed even for the opportunity to meet someone as convicted and strong as she. He began to wrap his shop up and put away his vials. Folding his alchemic table back into a knapsack, and then his stand back into a hulking piece of lumber. He strapped all to his back and began to take his leave from the port.
This had been a splendorous few days out, and all that was left was for him to ensure he could make the potions required of him within the alotted time. That happened to be the easy part. It was interesting, the dichotomy of the transactions that have left him better for the time being. In one hand, he had met a man who had he known of Ye'svonne's history would more than likely had set him to the gallows. But Viktoriya was the opposite. A woman who had forgiveness in her heart and a keen sense of right and wrong. Despite their beliefs being different, their end all was the same. It warmed his heart to know that those of separate piety could have the same desires for the world, and the same kindness.
"No orchid isss burdened when the scorched meadow meetsss iceee." Ye'svonne laughed to himself as he took his leave from the docks, happy as he'd ever been.
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Kejar Lons Hallaltsan
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar is by no means large or small, he is but of an average height and has a lean body. He travels by wagon frequently, carrying goods from place to place in order to make a profit, because of this he is used to carrying awkward and heavy merchandise.
Kejar has two pointed ears and short light brown hair. His skin is lightly tanned, and he has emerald green eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar wears a a single colored medium tan button-up shirt, that he often rolls up the sleeves on. He wears grey trousers and will roll them up to below his knees, during hot and humid weather.
Kejar by occupation is a travelling merchant and so he uses a small wagon to carry his wares from town to town, even camping temporarily by roadside when night falls. Therefore, he regularly has camping supplies stored on his wagon, such as a shovel and a small hatchet to collect firewood. He keeps wares in wooden crates and a few barrels, depending of the respective ware. He has a money patch hooked onto his brown leather belt. For defense he carries a hunting knife and a medium weight sword, similar to that of a rapier called a “sidesword”.
Allegiances: Mainly to himself
Player's online availability : This is always in flux
Registered: Jul 27, 2019 11:02:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kejar Lons Hallaltsan on Jul 31, 2019 9:13:52 GMT -8
Kejar watches as the tentacle shriveled back. It was certainly curious, though his immediate focus is towards the scaled stranger that was focused on his customer. His first thoughts are to dissipate any danger, though considering the stranger's reaction he may not be all that dangerous. Still he keeps his guard in case there is any trouble. He listens in and as he notices his customer's weary smile. He decides to act.
" 'Scuse me if I'm not too rude, I would prefer that business is done here and that gawking is not. If, you have any interest in my wares then you should decide on one, but if you do not have any interest it would be best if you left, as I would rather no scene was made by my wagon." Kejar says retaining a business-like quality in his voice. He would rather not scare off any interested customers and believes that having a stranger disturb one of his customers might dirty his reputation as a travelling merchant. He supposes it would be best to have this conversation move along and possibly make this stranger a customer, perhaps the enchanted shield or some of his other wares would catch the lizard-man's eyes.
Part of Kejar wants the stranger to leave there and now, that way it might be easier to entice other customers, but if he was interested in any of his wares that would also be of interest for Kejar. After all, he was a businessman first, and a gentleman second.... or was it the other way around. He could never truly tell.
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Xissk
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 17
Physical Description: Short and stout. Xissk has a short, round face with orang eyes and olive-green scales. He has three talons on the end of each of his feet and hands.
Clothes and Equipment: Xissk wears a black tunic and a white and grey cloak in the design of bird's wings. He carries two katanas and has a walking stick that separates into a three-section staff.
He also wields shurikens.
Registered: Jun 27, 2019 8:22:35 GMT -8
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Post by Xissk on Aug 1, 2019 8:32:03 GMT -8
Xissk bows his head. He knew how he seemed to other people, his curious, eager attitude oft coming off as gawking and prying. He merely wanted to learn more. He muttered an apology to both Flann and Kejar, then turned. He paused, and glanced back, tossing Kejar a few poeces of silver. "For your troubles." He said, a hint of hurt on his voice. He turned and flipped his hood up, then walked off, trying to do so as dignified as he could. A few meters away, he found an unoccupied crate to sit on with a view of the two, and he sat down. His questions were still unanswered and never had a chance to be asked. He shook his head. "Leave it alone, Xissk." He muttered to himself, drawing a few glances from passersby.
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Flann
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 20
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
Flann's appearance is quite eye catching, not only due to her nature as a water-dwelling maiden, but the standout colors and physical qualities that have come with her nereid transformation. The most striking quality she has is her hair, or perhaps more accurately, her tentacles. Her head is covered in a flowing mass of thick, suction-cupped saffron tentacles which flow down her shoulders and back like hair, these appendages naturally integrating into her original sickly ginger locks. She has long bangs which curtain either side of her face and cover the majority of her forehead, obscuring her brows. These unusual appendages only barely outshine her eyes: gigantic, baby blue, shimmering eyes with thick black lashes and prominent pupils that take up a massive portion of her almond shaped face, giving her a childlike appearance. Her nose is slight and small, speckled with dark freckles that cascade across her cheeks. Her lips are thin and small, her chin pointed and slight. She has pale, fair skin, her arms and shoulders dotted with similar spattering freckles. Her physique seems frail, very slight, she is short in stature, standing only 5'2" on land.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's difficult to possess many things as a creature bound to the confines of the ever shifting ocean. What Flann does possess consists of whatever she can keep on her person. This includes a specialty made dress of magical infusion that goes wholly unaffected by it's endless soak in the sea, the young nereid still uncomfortable with the idea of swimming around in a more 'natural' state. She wears a white embroidered kerchief with a wavy pattern hem and two solid navy blue stripes, a short sleeved white chemise with navy cuffs and matching blue apron style overcoat, a binder with black bow accents, usually dressed without footwear of any kind. She also sports a small cross body satchel which she uses to store the few items she keeps on her, including her coin. The bag is of similar magical make and seems to keep the objects inside from being damaged or ruined by water exposure.
Registered: Jul 26, 2019 22:22:43 GMT -8
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Post by Flann on Aug 2, 2019 4:56:45 GMT -8
Flann certainly hadn't anticipated it'd go so far, but she hardly had any room nor reason to argue. Without another word the reptilian, whose name she hadn't even gotten, tossed her merchant friend (whose name she then realized she also had not learned yet) some coin and scurried off. She hadn't thought he needed to leave, but the merchant was clearly quite protective of his customers, and had perhaps sensed the unease she felt in interacting with the peculiar stranger. In any case, what was done was done, there wasn't much for it now. Her attention turned back to the merchant. She spoke softly, not wanting to be overheard, something just above a whisper.
"Thank ye, ye didn't have to do that fer me. I appreciate it ser, truly. Not many folk stand up for a girl like me. I'm Flann, by the way." she said, giving a little bow of her head. She was grateful to have met him, she certainly wanted his name, he was more than just a shopkeep to her now, an acquaintance in Silverion, one of the very few she had in Isra. Though she had only spoken to him on a whim, it had paid off in spades...though she wondered if some of that value was squandered by the potential problem she had created. A nagging anxiety brought thoughts of retaliation from the scaly stranger who had approached her. Would he return to speak with her again? Had he taken her reaction as an insult? Would he seek retaliation? Only time would tell, but the thought of waiting to find out unsettled her. She did her best to push the thoughts from her mind and focus on the conversation at hand.
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Kejar Lons Hallaltsan
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar is by no means large or small, he is but of an average height and has a lean body. He travels by wagon frequently, carrying goods from place to place in order to make a profit, because of this he is used to carrying awkward and heavy merchandise.
Kejar has two pointed ears and short light brown hair. His skin is lightly tanned, and he has emerald green eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar wears a a single colored medium tan button-up shirt, that he often rolls up the sleeves on. He wears grey trousers and will roll them up to below his knees, during hot and humid weather.
Kejar by occupation is a travelling merchant and so he uses a small wagon to carry his wares from town to town, even camping temporarily by roadside when night falls. Therefore, he regularly has camping supplies stored on his wagon, such as a shovel and a small hatchet to collect firewood. He keeps wares in wooden crates and a few barrels, depending of the respective ware. He has a money patch hooked onto his brown leather belt. For defense he carries a hunting knife and a medium weight sword, similar to that of a rapier called a “sidesword”.
Allegiances: Mainly to himself
Player's online availability : This is always in flux
Registered: Jul 27, 2019 11:02:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kejar Lons Hallaltsan on Aug 2, 2019 5:54:14 GMT -8
Kejar smiles, "It is my pride and joy to keep any of my customers or patrons safe. It's like a code of conduct. You can call me, Kejar..... Kejar Lons Hallaltsan. If you need to find me use that name. It's the only name I use."
The merchant was happy to be of service and acted upon what he believed to be of proper conduct. He was slightly worried for her, if she ran into the wrong crowd one measly merchant wouldn't be able to help. He released a small sigh of relief, glad that the lizard was nothing more the curious and slightly rude. If that lizard was anything like how he used to be when he first started out as a merchant then Kejar would have reason to be worried.
His past was not something he was especially proud of. If he was like he was back then, he most likely would have sought to make a profit wherever he could. Kejar pinched his face now focusing again on the present. He still had wares to sell, and making friends was perhaps one of his better choices in life.
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Xissk
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 17
Physical Description: Short and stout. Xissk has a short, round face with orang eyes and olive-green scales. He has three talons on the end of each of his feet and hands.
Clothes and Equipment: Xissk wears a black tunic and a white and grey cloak in the design of bird's wings. He carries two katanas and has a walking stick that separates into a three-section staff.
He also wields shurikens.
Registered: Jun 27, 2019 8:22:35 GMT -8
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Post by Xissk on Aug 2, 2019 9:18:52 GMT -8
Xissk eventually hopped off the crate and walked to a nearby stall to purchase some food. He grabbed a cooked fish and handed the seller the appropriate amount of coin, before walking off. He meandered around the docks for a while, admiring the various sights. Every once in a while, his tongue flicked out to take in the smells. He couldn't get enough of it. However, reminiscing didn't take his mind off of Flann. She was so pretty, and so enchanting. Xissk shook his head, dispelling the thought. It was clear that she didn't want him. So he might as well quit while he was ahead. Or, rather, before he fell further behind.
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Flann
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 20
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
Flann's appearance is quite eye catching, not only due to her nature as a water-dwelling maiden, but the standout colors and physical qualities that have come with her nereid transformation. The most striking quality she has is her hair, or perhaps more accurately, her tentacles. Her head is covered in a flowing mass of thick, suction-cupped saffron tentacles which flow down her shoulders and back like hair, these appendages naturally integrating into her original sickly ginger locks. She has long bangs which curtain either side of her face and cover the majority of her forehead, obscuring her brows. These unusual appendages only barely outshine her eyes: gigantic, baby blue, shimmering eyes with thick black lashes and prominent pupils that take up a massive portion of her almond shaped face, giving her a childlike appearance. Her nose is slight and small, speckled with dark freckles that cascade across her cheeks. Her lips are thin and small, her chin pointed and slight. She has pale, fair skin, her arms and shoulders dotted with similar spattering freckles. Her physique seems frail, very slight, she is short in stature, standing only 5'2" on land.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's difficult to possess many things as a creature bound to the confines of the ever shifting ocean. What Flann does possess consists of whatever she can keep on her person. This includes a specialty made dress of magical infusion that goes wholly unaffected by it's endless soak in the sea, the young nereid still uncomfortable with the idea of swimming around in a more 'natural' state. She wears a white embroidered kerchief with a wavy pattern hem and two solid navy blue stripes, a short sleeved white chemise with navy cuffs and matching blue apron style overcoat, a binder with black bow accents, usually dressed without footwear of any kind. She also sports a small cross body satchel which she uses to store the few items she keeps on her, including her coin. The bag is of similar magical make and seems to keep the objects inside from being damaged or ruined by water exposure.
Registered: Jul 26, 2019 22:22:43 GMT -8
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Post by Flann on Aug 2, 2019 19:46:33 GMT -8
A bright smile grew on her face as the shopkeep spoke with such esteemed dedication to his customer base. It was rare to find merchants who valued their clientele so genuinely, and he did it with such enthusiasm. "I wish more people at the port were like yew, Kejar. I'll make sure to keep ye in mind, hopefully we can meet again here in Silverion, or out in the open waters, if ye ever plan to go sailing. It was a pleasure to speak with ya, and again...thank ye for everything you've done fer me today. A little kindness goes a long way, even if it didn't seem like that demanding on yer part." she remarked, giving a gracious bow of her head and another warm smile. The nereid then made quick work of packing up her purchases into the little bag that hung against her hip, double checking to make sure the clasps were firmly sealed, always hesitant after a mistake not long ago where she had forgotten the magic that sealed the bag's contents from water was not made...ruining everything she had put inside when she leapt back into the sea. Fortunately she hadn't made the same mistake since.
Flann gently shifted her way back to the edge of the docks and turned to give the kindly merchant one last look. She waggled her fingers gently in a wave. "Be careful out there Kejar, and if yer ever in need by the water's edge...feel free to seek me out. I'm not hard to find around the waters of Isran." she said, extending to him the same kindness and willingness to help that he had shown her. It was the least she could do to repay him for what he had done for her, both in regards to her father, and their curious encounter with the strange adventurer. With her goodbyes given, the sea-maiden kicked herself from the edge of the dock and plunged into the waters below, her bright red locks and following dress quickly disappearing beneath the depths of the ocean blue.
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Kejar Lons Hallaltsan
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar is by no means large or small, he is but of an average height and has a lean body. He travels by wagon frequently, carrying goods from place to place in order to make a profit, because of this he is used to carrying awkward and heavy merchandise.
Kejar has two pointed ears and short light brown hair. His skin is lightly tanned, and he has emerald green eyes.
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Kejar wears a a single colored medium tan button-up shirt, that he often rolls up the sleeves on. He wears grey trousers and will roll them up to below his knees, during hot and humid weather.
Kejar by occupation is a travelling merchant and so he uses a small wagon to carry his wares from town to town, even camping temporarily by roadside when night falls. Therefore, he regularly has camping supplies stored on his wagon, such as a shovel and a small hatchet to collect firewood. He keeps wares in wooden crates and a few barrels, depending of the respective ware. He has a money patch hooked onto his brown leather belt. For defense he carries a hunting knife and a medium weight sword, similar to that of a rapier called a “sidesword”.
Allegiances: Mainly to himself
Player's online availability : This is always in flux
Registered: Jul 27, 2019 11:02:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kejar Lons Hallaltsan on Aug 3, 2019 10:30:14 GMT -8
Kejar smiles after being complemented. He watches the nereid for a bit before calling out, "If I need you help then I will seek you!".
He sees the maiden dive into the water and gathers his mind. The merchant feels the swirling of an inner turmoil enrage within himself. He was still worried for the sea maiden and couldn't make his mind. He puts his head into his palm and sighs, "If she ever needs ye's help she'll call for ye. I should do what I can and search further inland.... but... she might run into a person that would take advantage of her. Argh! Why can't I make up my mind."
Kejar stares at his stock, "Let's be reasonable, she is an ocean dweller and surfaces when she needs to. Her father is most likely a land dweller. I can work more inland to see if I can get word of a Raimund Leitner or Raimund O' Murchadha... that way I can at least find a clue of where he is, so I can help her in that manner... as for her safety I can at least deter other people from seeking her out and taking said advantage of her."
He stacks a few items, as if to say he was getting ready to leave, "I'll see the perishable foodstuffs to a shop as a supplier, and keep the non-perishable for the journey ahead. That way I can leave with a lighter load and when I return here I'll need to sell my wagon. It's been a good few years with it, but it's time I change for the better. I wouldn't want the stains of my past to take hold of me."
The merchant packs his things and strolls down, with his wagon behind him. He was looking for a store that would take his perishables as stock buy them from him. He would need to now scrap his old plan of settling down with a shop and now settle on this adventure of a lifetime. It was something small that he could do to help, and a travelling merchant does need to step out of their comfort zone every now and then again.
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Decaying Knights
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Varies from 15 to 150 years old
Physical Description: No set description can be given to the Decaying Knights, except that their flesh is slowly rotting away
Clothes and Equipment: A large, tough grey cloak covers each Knight's entire body, and each dons a cone-like helmet that obscures their facial features.
These are enchanted to slow the decaying process.
The Knights wield many weapons, from daggers to shields to crossbows.
Allegiances: None but their own kind.
Registered: Aug 2, 2019 15:30:45 GMT -8
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Post by Decaying Knights on Aug 3, 2019 10:36:02 GMT -8
A group of three, heavily cloaked figures with strange cone-like helmets brushed past Kejar. They approached a hooded reptilian figure sitting on a crate, whom Kejar might recognize. They talked quietly for a few moments, then one reached out and gripped Xissk's arm. The young adventurer twitched, startled, and asked a question. The words "Father... village... raided...." floated over the salty breeze. Xissk turned his face towards the tallest of the three knights, the sun shining on it. His eyes were wide with fear. The tall knight and the shorter one grabbed Xissk as well. "...under arrest..." murmured the tallest one, and he listed off a few fractures of some law, but they were not audible to Kejar. They dragged Xissk to his feet. He struggled and his hood dropped. He saw Kejar, eyes wide. "Please! Help!" he shouted, before the knights began to drag him away.
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Kejar Lons Hallaltsan
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar is by no means large or small, he is but of an average height and has a lean body. He travels by wagon frequently, carrying goods from place to place in order to make a profit, because of this he is used to carrying awkward and heavy merchandise.
Kejar has two pointed ears and short light brown hair. His skin is lightly tanned, and he has emerald green eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar wears a a single colored medium tan button-up shirt, that he often rolls up the sleeves on. He wears grey trousers and will roll them up to below his knees, during hot and humid weather.
Kejar by occupation is a travelling merchant and so he uses a small wagon to carry his wares from town to town, even camping temporarily by roadside when night falls. Therefore, he regularly has camping supplies stored on his wagon, such as a shovel and a small hatchet to collect firewood. He keeps wares in wooden crates and a few barrels, depending of the respective ware. He has a money patch hooked onto his brown leather belt. For defense he carries a hunting knife and a medium weight sword, similar to that of a rapier called a “sidesword”.
Allegiances: Mainly to himself
Player's online availability : This is always in flux
Registered: Jul 27, 2019 11:02:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kejar Lons Hallaltsan on Aug 3, 2019 10:45:49 GMT -8
Kejar turned to see the knights arresting the lizardman. He sighs, "Am I really going to do this?"
The merchant puts the bag of apples on his cart and strolls over to the knights. He asks, "So, what did this lizardman do to be arrested by three strangers that I see aren't wearing any marks to symbolize a town or even this town? I doubt the government of this city will take such a act kindly."
The merchant leans back, as if he has the upper hand. Still he was slightly nervous for bothering these knight-things-people(?) and had his hand prepared resting on his sidesword.
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Decaying Knights
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Varies from 15 to 150 years old
Physical Description: No set description can be given to the Decaying Knights, except that their flesh is slowly rotting away
Clothes and Equipment: A large, tough grey cloak covers each Knight's entire body, and each dons a cone-like helmet that obscures their facial features.
These are enchanted to slow the decaying process.
The Knights wield many weapons, from daggers to shields to crossbows.
Allegiances: None but their own kind.
Registered: Aug 2, 2019 15:30:45 GMT -8
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Post by Decaying Knights on Aug 3, 2019 10:58:37 GMT -8
The tallest of the knights turns towards Kejar. "He and his father have refused to give us our land, that we rightfully own. Members of our organization have inherited the land and they refuse to give it to us." Xissk wrenched his hand out of the Knights' grasp. "I didn't know! I haven't been home for years! Besides, my mum's the one you should talk to." The tall knight looked down at the young adventurer. "She is the one who joined us." Xissk paled. "No...." He gasped, crumpling to his knees.
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Kejar Lons Hallaltsan
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar is by no means large or small, he is but of an average height and has a lean body. He travels by wagon frequently, carrying goods from place to place in order to make a profit, because of this he is used to carrying awkward and heavy merchandise.
Kejar has two pointed ears and short light brown hair. His skin is lightly tanned, and he has emerald green eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar wears a a single colored medium tan button-up shirt, that he often rolls up the sleeves on. He wears grey trousers and will roll them up to below his knees, during hot and humid weather.
Kejar by occupation is a travelling merchant and so he uses a small wagon to carry his wares from town to town, even camping temporarily by roadside when night falls. Therefore, he regularly has camping supplies stored on his wagon, such as a shovel and a small hatchet to collect firewood. He keeps wares in wooden crates and a few barrels, depending of the respective ware. He has a money patch hooked onto his brown leather belt. For defense he carries a hunting knife and a medium weight sword, similar to that of a rapier called a “sidesword”.
Allegiances: Mainly to himself
Player's online availability : This is always in flux
Registered: Jul 27, 2019 11:02:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kejar Lons Hallaltsan on Aug 3, 2019 12:20:39 GMT -8
Kejar looks at the knights and looks at the lizardman. He comments gesturing to their actions, "If that is so, then you'll need to follow the law and prosecute the fellow instead of just showing up and doing this."
The merchant didn't really back down, left hand still on the pommel of his sidesword. The merchant kept his right hand by his side, where a hunting knife was kept strapped to his thigh. He was ready for a messy situation, though was not looking forward to one. The merchant quips, "I don't really know y'all's history nor do I especially care, but that lizardman has something to do according to a contract between us, so I can't just let you take him without proper legal authority."
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Decaying Knights
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: Varies from 15 to 150 years old
Physical Description: No set description can be given to the Decaying Knights, except that their flesh is slowly rotting away
Clothes and Equipment: A large, tough grey cloak covers each Knight's entire body, and each dons a cone-like helmet that obscures their facial features.
These are enchanted to slow the decaying process.
The Knights wield many weapons, from daggers to shields to crossbows.
Allegiances: None but their own kind.
Registered: Aug 2, 2019 15:30:45 GMT -8
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Post by Decaying Knights on Aug 3, 2019 12:39:09 GMT -8
The tall knight grumbled and shoved Xissk towards Kejar. "You have 24 hours. If you don't give him back, we will hunt you down."
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Kejar Lons Hallaltsan
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar is by no means large or small, he is but of an average height and has a lean body. He travels by wagon frequently, carrying goods from place to place in order to make a profit, because of this he is used to carrying awkward and heavy merchandise.
Kejar has two pointed ears and short light brown hair. His skin is lightly tanned, and he has emerald green eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: ———————————————————————————————————————————————————
Kejar wears a a single colored medium tan button-up shirt, that he often rolls up the sleeves on. He wears grey trousers and will roll them up to below his knees, during hot and humid weather.
Kejar by occupation is a travelling merchant and so he uses a small wagon to carry his wares from town to town, even camping temporarily by roadside when night falls. Therefore, he regularly has camping supplies stored on his wagon, such as a shovel and a small hatchet to collect firewood. He keeps wares in wooden crates and a few barrels, depending of the respective ware. He has a money patch hooked onto his brown leather belt. For defense he carries a hunting knife and a medium weight sword, similar to that of a rapier called a “sidesword”.
Allegiances: Mainly to himself
Player's online availability : This is always in flux
Registered: Jul 27, 2019 11:02:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kejar Lons Hallaltsan on Aug 3, 2019 18:28:59 GMT -8
Kejar walks over to Xissk, "I'll need you to help carry a few things, according to the contract."
Kejar pats the lizardman on the back and walks back over to his wagon, picking up the bag of apples he had put down earlier. The merchant sighs as he realizes his bad habit of just helping people. He had guessed the lizardman's intention earlier with his customer, though he stayed as he was in order to stay safe. Now he is helping this individual for what reason? No reason, just a habit to hold out a helping hand.
The Merchant starts to take his wagon towards a store, hoping he could sell his perishables as stock for the store. He continued down and saw such a store, so he walks up to the store-clerk in order to sell his perishables, or to learn who the store-owner is so he can see his perishable wares as stock.
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