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Post by City of Khaldaruhm on Oct 3, 2017 3:24:48 GMT -8
The massive Galleon Glory of the Mountain pulled up to the Isran docks as requested by the Isran Navy. The Dwarves on board seemed a jovial sort, laughing and singing as they efficiently began to unload the vessel. Wagons and horses were the first to be unloaded, the dwarves utilizing a series of cranes and pulleys to do so, followed by their cargo, guarded by heavily armored dwarf warriors clad in ornate purple and gold armor. Their commander bore an orange helmet in addition to the orange shoulderpad sported by all the warriors present, and seemed to be in charge of the whole operation.
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Dorman Bovar
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 18:25:30 GMT -8
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Post by Dorman Bovar on Dec 2, 2017 14:23:42 GMT -8
Isra - Port SilverionDorman Bovar, after acquiring his loan of 11,500 Isran gold, would come to the Free Docks to browse the markets. He was accompanied by two, large, stout and experienced Varan bodyguards, easily towering above the commonfolk. There were a select number of things he was looking to buy here: wine, various outfits, luxury items, and goods native to Isra itself. He sought to buy these things in bulk, and so looked for any potential seller who might be able to accommodate him.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Dec 2, 2017 15:55:17 GMT -8
At the Free Docks, Dorman would find many merchants, but few who deal in bulk. As much of a market as a logistics zone, the atmosphere is not dissimilar to that of the Grand Bazaar, with all manner of individuals peddling all manner of wares. The majority of them are independent of any more significant business entity, operating as an individual, or perhaps an individual with an assistant of sorts. To acquire the kind of bulk goods he seeks here, Dorman would need to deal with a large number of merchants, probably over multiple days.
To the North are the commercial docks, where those larger entities work, loading up ships with lumber, stone, bags of grain, and other similar items. As one who would like to deal with high-value items in bulk, Dorman is of a minority, as other forms of trade are easier and more reliable. One of the most popular voyages is taking foodstuffs down the coast to New Brimiarde and Stonevale. Their farmland was ravaged under the Goraian regime, and building farms backup is a process of years. Aside from that, many of those who live there conduct labor, as there’s a high demand for workers to rebuild. This creates an excellent market for cheap food, as items are in high demand and valued relatively highly in comparison to other lands.
Some of the larger companies go so far as to purchase from The Tillers, drive those goods all the way to Port Silverion, and ship them off to Meridian to be sold. And such a thing is evidently profitable.
However, it’s much easier to purchase bulk foodstuffs from The Tillers than it is to buy the sort of luxuries Dorman seeks in bulk. Without any supplier partnerships, he’s limited to those goods he can find on the ‘open market,' as it were. The task of filling his ship’s hold in this manner will be arduous, but entirely doable.
Merchants at the Free Docks are on the whole happy to do business with Dorman if he’s happy to purchase goods two or three crates at a time, at prices with only small discounts.
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Dorman Bovar
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 18:25:30 GMT -8
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Post by Dorman Bovar on Dec 3, 2017 7:12:05 GMT -8
Dorman strolled through the markets spread throughout the Free Docks for just a little while. He took a keen interest in some of the wares but did not find what he was looking for exactly. A few times he stopped to converse with the locals and learned what there was to be purchased and sold elsewhere for profit. His Varan bodyguards, being the curious men that Varan usually are, often times branched out to examine jewelry, exotic items, and inspect various weapons; it was Dorman's job to reel his employees back in.
The only enterprise which attracted Mr. Bovar's attention the most concerned The Tillers. The commoners had explained that they transported goods to Port Silverion, and from there they were shipped to Meridian. For the moment Dorman and his two Varan guards attempted to seek out The Tillers, or at least locate their compatriots, and engage in some dialogue with them. If he could acquire The Tillers' goods here and assist in shipping them to Meridian, perhaps there was a profit to be made.
Alternatively, provided that he had no luck finding The Tillers or their contacts, he would retire a local portside inn in the hopes of finding local traders, supplies, and private warehouse owners.
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Brandalf
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 65
Physical Description: With his grey hair and long beard Brandalf has a somewhat grandfatherly appearance. Though he is generally a kind old man his expression may turn dangerously stern if he is provoked. His features have an almost elvin look though most of his face is covered by the thick grey hair.
Clothes and Equipment: A wooden staff with a carving of a crow's head at the end. The eyes are made of black gemstones. Brandalf's powers amplified when using the staff.
Registered: Dec 26, 2017 23:39:20 GMT -8
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Post by Brandalf on Dec 27, 2017 14:58:52 GMT -8
The hustle and bustle of the docks was quite the change from life in the mountains. Old though he was, Brandalf had not lost his sense of adventure. His son and nephew had been gone without a word for quite some time, but no one in the homeland was too distraught over it. Young men had gone to the lowlands without returning before. In these times however, with the dispute and prospects of a rebellion, the younger generation was needed. As Brandalf was the king's brother both lads were candidates for the throne. They were supposed to compete for valor in lowlands and return to settle the dispute, but it seemed that all had not gone to plan. Rather than commit wholeheartedly to fighting Brandalf had sought to make an attempt to find his son or nephew. Perhaps, one of them could bring their restless people to heel. Brandalf's son always had a fascination with Tawakoshi. It was possible that he had been side tracked there. Anyways, Brandalf had been to long isolated in the mountains. A break from the politics and tension would do him good. The search for this glass dragon had intrigued Brandalf. Ancient artifacts were of great interest to the old wizard. He stopped before the ship he had been directed towards and asked a man standing nearby, “Excuse me sir, do you know if this is the ship to Tawakoshi?” Seijo Ito and Izanami
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Seijo Ito and Izanami
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 27
Physical Description: Seijo Ito is a severe man with harsh, gaunt features, marred by a scar across his cheek and an eyepatch where his left eye once was. He is wiry but muscled, not unlike a coiled spring and his remaining eye features a joyless, harsh gaze.
Conversely, the spirit Izanami that guides and aids him features fine, pale features that are beautifully, almost perfectly proportioned. When appearing as a human, her hair is black and straight, falling in a waterfall down her back and her eyes are so blue as to seem almost otherworldly. When in her true appearance she seems to flow as if beneath water, floating above the ground as her eyes become solidly white and hair flows beautifully in a series of blues.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clad in loose-fitting fabrics, Seijo's clothes have seen better days, although seem to be almost noble if they were in better condition.
Beneath his clothes is a thin chain shirt to protect his torso from lucky blows or an assassin's blade, but it won't hold against much more than that.
He wields a katana, and has a wakizashi tied at his waist, symbolizing his status as a swordsman.
Izanami has only her own clothes which she can manipulate, but can not be manipulated by anyone else die to her intangibility.
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Registered: Dec 27, 2017 1:34:01 GMT -8
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Post by Seijo Ito and Izanami on Dec 29, 2017 13:09:07 GMT -8
As his horse trot over the boards of the dock, whinnying in unease, Seijo Ito glanced around at the ships, trying to stop the one bound back for his homeland. Although he had only spent a few weeks here in Istra, he'd already had enough of it. Between the foul people and the bland foods he hadn't exactly had the time of his life. The entire countryside smelled of manure, and the people had been savages. It hadn't been a help that he'd come here in pursuit of a equally foul spirit. His vows prevented him from simply abandoning the chase, even when the particularly clever ghost had attached itself to an unknowing passerby on their way to Isra. Even so, his work was done and he was able to go home...if he could find the ship.
Suddenly Izanami pointed, and Seijo dismounted, leading his reluctant horse by the reigns when he was hailed by a particularly shaggy-looking man. Drawing to a stop, the swordsman turned to face this stranger. From the man's question he knew he'd be travelling with him for awhile.
"It is." he confirmed. From atop the horse, Izanami smiled and gave a nod of confirmation.
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Brandalf
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 65
Physical Description: With his grey hair and long beard Brandalf has a somewhat grandfatherly appearance. Though he is generally a kind old man his expression may turn dangerously stern if he is provoked. His features have an almost elvin look though most of his face is covered by the thick grey hair.
Clothes and Equipment: A wooden staff with a carving of a crow's head at the end. The eyes are made of black gemstones. Brandalf's powers amplified when using the staff.
Registered: Dec 26, 2017 23:39:20 GMT -8
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Post by Brandalf on Dec 30, 2017 3:34:20 GMT -8
Brandalf looked up the young man who had responded, surveying his features. The scared face and eye patch bespoke of a life met by many hardships. That the gaunt man had survived his own demons was worthy of Brandalf's respect. To the necromancer's trained eye the women that accompanied the rider was not a human. It appeared to be a spirit that was taking a human form and possibly haunting this man. That would explain the misfortune he had encountered.
"I don't mean to be rude, but it seems that you are being followed by a spirit. You know, they can sometimes bring bad luck. I could remove it for you if you like.” Brandalf gestured his staff towards the spirit on the back of the horse. The walking stick had a carving on a ravan on the head, which was now opening its mouth.
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Seijo Ito and Izanami
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 27
Physical Description: Seijo Ito is a severe man with harsh, gaunt features, marred by a scar across his cheek and an eyepatch where his left eye once was. He is wiry but muscled, not unlike a coiled spring and his remaining eye features a joyless, harsh gaze.
Conversely, the spirit Izanami that guides and aids him features fine, pale features that are beautifully, almost perfectly proportioned. When appearing as a human, her hair is black and straight, falling in a waterfall down her back and her eyes are so blue as to seem almost otherworldly. When in her true appearance she seems to flow as if beneath water, floating above the ground as her eyes become solidly white and hair flows beautifully in a series of blues.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clad in loose-fitting fabrics, Seijo's clothes have seen better days, although seem to be almost noble if they were in better condition.
Beneath his clothes is a thin chain shirt to protect his torso from lucky blows or an assassin's blade, but it won't hold against much more than that.
He wields a katana, and has a wakizashi tied at his waist, symbolizing his status as a swordsman.
Izanami has only her own clothes which she can manipulate, but can not be manipulated by anyone else die to her intangibility.
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Registered: Dec 27, 2017 1:34:01 GMT -8
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Post by Seijo Ito and Izanami on Dec 30, 2017 12:14:42 GMT -8
When the strange old man immediately recognized Izanami as her true form, Seijo's remaining eye opened wider. This man was more than he seemed, even claiming to be able to rid him of her presence! "Do not!" he snapped quickly, moving slightly between the two of them. Izanami is a guardian spirit, tied deeply to me and my family." he informed the other man. Atop the horse the spirit looked concerned, eyeing the raven's head with uncertainty.
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Brandalf
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 65
Physical Description: With his grey hair and long beard Brandalf has a somewhat grandfatherly appearance. Though he is generally a kind old man his expression may turn dangerously stern if he is provoked. His features have an almost elvin look though most of his face is covered by the thick grey hair.
Clothes and Equipment: A wooden staff with a carving of a crow's head at the end. The eyes are made of black gemstones. Brandalf's powers amplified when using the staff.
Registered: Dec 26, 2017 23:39:20 GMT -8
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Post by Brandalf on Dec 31, 2017 11:47:40 GMT -8
The bird’s mouth closed as Brandalf retracted his staff. Before the wooden beak snapped shut a soft moaning wail issued from the raven as if someone was trapped inside. The black eyes of the carving focused on Izanami, returning her stare.
“Oh, I see,” The wizard stroked his beard, “A guardian spirit. That is a powerful magic, one that I have never considered. The Realm of Death is so often used to inflict harm. It is refreshing to see such a pure spiritual binding.” Brandalf was impressed to meet someone so blessed by magic. He held the staff to the side and gave a slight bow to the horseman and his companion.
“My name is Brandalf. Please forgive my rudeness. I wonder, are there many living spirits in Tawakoshi?” If this was the case the old wizard would be sure to enjoy his time there. It could be quite the learning experience if he was able to witness new types of magic.
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Seijo Ito and Izanami
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 27
Physical Description: Seijo Ito is a severe man with harsh, gaunt features, marred by a scar across his cheek and an eyepatch where his left eye once was. He is wiry but muscled, not unlike a coiled spring and his remaining eye features a joyless, harsh gaze.
Conversely, the spirit Izanami that guides and aids him features fine, pale features that are beautifully, almost perfectly proportioned. When appearing as a human, her hair is black and straight, falling in a waterfall down her back and her eyes are so blue as to seem almost otherworldly. When in her true appearance she seems to flow as if beneath water, floating above the ground as her eyes become solidly white and hair flows beautifully in a series of blues.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clad in loose-fitting fabrics, Seijo's clothes have seen better days, although seem to be almost noble if they were in better condition.
Beneath his clothes is a thin chain shirt to protect his torso from lucky blows or an assassin's blade, but it won't hold against much more than that.
He wields a katana, and has a wakizashi tied at his waist, symbolizing his status as a swordsman.
Izanami has only her own clothes which she can manipulate, but can not be manipulated by anyone else die to her intangibility.
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Registered: Dec 27, 2017 1:34:01 GMT -8
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Post by Seijo Ito and Izanami on Dec 31, 2017 14:06:08 GMT -8
Seijo eyed the strange old man before him. He didn't seem off-putting, as so many Israns had thus far, despite their misunderstanding. The idea that he was able to identify Izanami at a glance, however, meant that he had skill in identifying spirits. When Brandolf offered them a bow, he and Izanami returned it.
"The yokai of Tawakoshi are as varied as the people." he explained. "There are those that are benevolent, some that would devour men in the night, and even more that would wish for nothing to do with the world of men at all." with a nod towards the ship he signified that they needed to get on-board. Before he began to walk, however he couldn't help that Izanami was staring at him disapprovingly. He hesitated, looking up at her as she indicated Brandalf with a nod of her head.
"Ah, my apologies. I am Seijo Ito, and this is Izanami." he introduced, an act that seemed to have satisfied the spirit. "However, I would ask that you not discuss Izanami's true nature with anyone else. Her powers are most effective when one is not expecting them."
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Meredith
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Registered: May 2, 2018 21:03:10 GMT -8
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Post by Meredith on May 4, 2018 15:03:33 GMT -8
With a small wagon of goods and Meredith's letter, the merchant disembarked the ship and made his way into the city.
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William, John, and Paul
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: ?
Physical Description: An old blind man. Always flanked by two men. One carrying the Staff of the First Tree, the other carrying a book titled: The Way of the Seven Paths.
Clothes and Equipment: Ring of Onyx
Tarot Deck
Rough brown robe
Registered: Dec 2, 2015 9:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by William, John, and Paul on May 9, 2018 18:16:10 GMT -8
Lily VastaraTheir conversation had brought the travelers to the docks. “Well, we don't know exactly where we are going… but we do have a magical trace on our target. The spells lent to us by the great Wanderer are pretty useful. In our homeland there is a great tree that is said to be as old as the world. It is from a precious root of that tree that this staff is made.” He held up the twisted and gnarled stick he called a staff, “As the roots of the First Tree spread around the world, this piece of that networks allows me to sense the paths and energies of others. Umm, sorry if I ramble, but I sense that our journeys are somehow connected.”
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Lily Vastara
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 12
Physical Description: -----
Lily is a slim girl and slightly short for her age, standing at around 5". She has light skin, red eyes and white hair.
The Knight is tall, standing at 7"3. As he is an animated suit of armour, inside the suit he is hollow
Clothes and Equipment: ----
Lily wears a green dress that stops around her knees. She wears leather boots and gauntlets, and has two silver swords.
The Knight wears black, ornate armour. He carries a massive shield which is almost as big as he is, and a sword which is about half his size.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 10:19:01 GMT -8
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Post by Lily Vastara on May 9, 2018 23:27:11 GMT -8
“It is possible,” The Knight replied “Neither of us are seers, and we don’t know what the future may hold. If our paths do cross again, it would be an honour to work alongside you.”
Lily starts to wake up groggily.
“Are we nearly there yet?” She muttered to the Knight.
“We’re here, Lily,” he said softly.
“Fine,” she mutters, seemingly going back to sleep again. The Knight walks away from the priests, waving them goodbye, before going to look for somewhere to give in the letter.
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Meredith
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Registered: May 2, 2018 21:03:10 GMT -8
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Post by Meredith on May 10, 2018 18:16:17 GMT -8
The Telian galley, named Cloud Strider, was docked on a pier off loading goods. The Bosun stood on the deck giving directions to the sailors and dock workers as they moved crates and barrels. The oarsmen were set to organizing the goods as they were offloaded. One sat on a box and was organizing apples into two separate barrels.
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Lily Vastara
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 12
Physical Description: -----
Lily is a slim girl and slightly short for her age, standing at around 5". She has light skin, red eyes and white hair.
The Knight is tall, standing at 7"3. As he is an animated suit of armour, inside the suit he is hollow
Clothes and Equipment: ----
Lily wears a green dress that stops around her knees. She wears leather boots and gauntlets, and has two silver swords.
The Knight wears black, ornate armour. He carries a massive shield which is almost as big as he is, and a sword which is about half his size.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 10:19:01 GMT -8
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Post by Lily Vastara on May 12, 2018 23:12:46 GMT -8
The Telian galley, named Cloud Strider, was docked on a pier off loading goods. The Bosun stood on the deck giving directions to the sailors and dock workers as they moved crates and barrels. The oarsmen were set to organizing the goods as they were offloaded. One sat on a box and was organizing apples into two separate barrels. The Knight prompts Lily to wake up: they didn't want to look bored when delivering the letter. Lily jumped down from the Knight's shoulder carrying the letter and they walk towards rhe gallery, hoping they might be able to deliver the letter.
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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 Jul 5, 2018 19:55:50 GMT -8
Rainier Fletcher Rococo FletcherThe journey from Hollin to Port Silverion hadn't been all that long, really. Still, it had seemed to Roy to have been quite the eternity, with his aunt and uncle's constant bickering. There seemed to be nothing that Aunt Rococo or Uncle Rainier could agree on, and Roy was quite certain that there hadn't been a single waking moment that they hadn't been at each other's throats. Even worse than the arguments and passive aggressive comments was the fact that Roy had been forced to hold Chocolate Boy on several occasions during the trip. None of them had been pleasant, and he'd always passed the little creature back to his aunt as quickly as he could. Still, they'd all arrived, and they were all more or less in one piece. Robert had been kind enough to lend Roy a small sloop, although Roy wasn't sure that his cousin had actually seen him or heard his request. When Roy had visited his office, Robert had been very busy with a very important meeting with Roxanne's friend Dixie, and had responded to Roy's question with a rather dismissive "Mmmph yeah sure whatever go away mmmph." Still, Roy had taken that as a yes, and so he'd acquired the odd trio a ship. As they walked up the dock to the boat, Roy turned to his aunt and uncle. "So, uh...do either of you know how to sail? Robert taught me a little bit about it when I was young, but I don't remember a whole lot...besides, I've never worked with a ship of this size before. I hope at least one of us knows how to handle a ship, because it's going to be a very rough journey otherwise...by the way Aunt Rococo, does Choco- er, I mean, do you know anything else about this trip that we should know?"
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 42
Physical Description: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray cassock.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self defense.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 7:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on Jul 13, 2018 8:44:20 GMT -8
Patience is a virtue. One that I'm currently in great need of. Rainier's continuous thought throughout the journey, it provided a much better companion than the ones he was saddled with. Well, he didn't mean Master Roy, he seemed a good enough lad. But that woman, he refused to use her name in his mind to try and prevent a mental conniption fit, was beyond wearing on his nerves.
He was a mental fog when Roy proposed his question. Something about sailing? Well, I know nothing about that. "Well, if you're looking for hardy seamen, I'm sure you can find some in a house of ill repute," he added under his breath, "Where one would find Rococo at her occupation."
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Rococo Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 37
Physical Description: She has the Fletcher family's trademark white hair, worn long; deep blue eyes and a face sprinkled with freckles. She stands at 5'11" tall enough to peer over the heads of most women and look a knight in the eye. She dresses a little like a rakish pirate, with a flouncy white shirt and under-bust black corset. Black velvet trousers and leather knee boots with spurs complete the ensemble, often topped by a short cape adorned with a large flower pinned to the lapel.
Clothes and Equipment: Rococo travels everywhere with her baby, carried in a sling under her cape, or bundled in her arms. His name is Chocolate Boy. If you look closely there is something a little "off" about this infant, but if you look too closely then Rococo may plant a dagger into your leg. Rococo wears her dagger strapped to her thigh and has a couple of other small knives and little tools about her person as well as multiple pouches of what she calls "ingredients", although it is unclear what they are ingredients for.
Player's online availability : Around :D
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 8:50:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rococo Fletcher on Jul 14, 2018 8:55:43 GMT -8
“Whose boat is this again? It isn’t Renalt’s is it?” asked Rococo, passing a critical eye over the sloop. While Roy had been extracting favours from Robert, she had been around Port Silverion, gathering information about the islands between sea and sky. Stepping aboard, she tested a few ropes here and there, poked at the caulking, and pulled on a few knots.
“You’re in luck, my boy,” she winked at Roy, before passing a sour glance in Rainier’s direction. “Many years ago when I first left the bosom of the Fletcher family farm, I ran away to sea on a pirate ship, disguised as a rather busty cabin boy. The Captain, Jolly Jim the Manskinner, was an accommodating sort, if buttered up in the right way. Not only did I learn to sail but about all manner of other things. Very educational. I recommend it, Rainier, if you ever want to go far, far away. We can only hope,” she added in a sigh.
“Its been a while but I still know my way around a boat… however, you two are far too pathetic to be sailors so I suggest we recruit a couple of likely lads or lasses as Rainier suggests. I have indeed been in the houses of ill-repute … to collect information, while you have no doubt spent your time –wisely- bothering that goddess of yours with your futile prayers.”
“Roy, take Chocolate Boy for me,” she said, pressing the baby into his arms once more. “A brothel is no place for a babe!” She went off then, whistling a sea shanty whose lyrics, should one have heard them before, were rather dirty.
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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 Jul 15, 2018 17:00:44 GMT -8
By this time, Roy was more than a little tired of his relatives' little snips and snaps at each other. Still, what could he do? He needed both of them to help him, lest he die some horrible death that Chocolate Boy somehow predicted. Rainier's suggestion for finding a crew was a bit of a shock, as Roy hadn't gotten the impression that his uncle even knew such places existed. He also had no idea that his aunt had gone to work on a pirate vessel, and shuddered to think of the sort of things that she might have learned aboard such a ship. Still, he was glad that she volunteered to go search for a crew...until she handed him Chocolate Boy. He cradled the little creature awkwardly in his arms, trying not to look at it or let it get too close to his face.
"You're going to go, Aunt Rococo? Are you sure that's a good idea? What if you get kidnapped or hired or lost or-"
He stopped as he realized that his aunt was definitely not listening, and had already left. At least the song she was whistling was catchy...whatever it was. Moments later, he realized that it was stuck in his head, although he'd only heard the first few bars. Sighing, he stepped onto the boat, looking around. It seemed nice enough, although he didn't know much about boats. The officer's cabin seemed fairly comfortable, although Roy had the sneaking suspicion that Rococo would claim that for herself. Turning to his uncle, he asked "Have you two ever gotten along, or agreed on anything? Or has it always been like this? Also...would you like to hold Chocolate Boy?"
He held out the little creature, hoping that his uncle would accept. He didn't like carrying his aunt's "child" any longer than he had to.
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 42
Physical Description: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray cassock.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self defense.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 7:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on Jul 19, 2018 16:27:23 GMT -8
Rainier let a long, slow breath as Rococo turned and headed towards the tavern, thankful that she was away, for at least a few minutes. She grated on his nerves something fierce, moreso than most people who didn't believe, because she was one of many that thought that since they didn't believe in a deity, they were automatically superior to those that placed their faith in a higher power, and never failed to make sure that the room knew that they were superior because of it.
Rainier let out a long, regretful sigh as Master Roy asked his question as he followed him onto the boat, not really soaking in his surroundings as he scrounged his mind to find a time that he and Rococo weren't at each other's throats. There was a reason that the life of an itinerant preacher appealed to him so much.
Answering with a shake of his head, he replied, "Unfortunately Master Roy, I can't think of a time that we have agreed or gotten along. Rococo has a personality more akin to sandpaper than to velvet, and seems to know the exact ways to get under my skin and crawl around in there for a good amount of time."
He paused at Roy's last question, as he offered the baby to him. On one hand, he would want to relieve Roy of the burden of caring for the offspring of Rococo, in case her personality could spread through others. But on the other hand, he knew he would get an earful or even more, if he were to take the child. With another shake of his head, he replied to Roy, "For our collective sake, I recommend you hold onto the child for now."
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