Urist Ranulfin
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'ere little piggie!
Roleplay posts: 91
Age: 132
Physical Description: An extremely bulky, and hardy Dwarf fitting their stereotype quite well. He has a great brown beard, and a head shaved clean to help wear his helmet. He is moderately sized for a Dwarf (4ft) but his boots bump that him up to 4'3. His mustache is waxed to be very wide, whilst his beard is in long and very thick braids a sword could get stuck in.
Clothes and Equipment: A massive suit of meteoric iron armour with all sorts of mostly anti-magic enhancements. This metal plate armour is covered with a thin dragon skin. Under it he wears a simple leather jerkin and pants. His boots are massive steel-capped things that create sparks whenever he runs on a hard surface. He is armed with a massive great hammer, creating flames when struck. Finally, his helmet is a great thing, steel, but plated with black obsidian and dragon egg shell and with golden wings. In his back-pack is an old, but reliable crossbow that has a pull a giant would struggle with. He also has a long hook and reel somewhere on him. On his belt are a secondary and much smaller axe, and hammer, whilst on his back is a rather massive and thick shield. He also carries a rather massive book which he never shares the details of. Finally, across his back is a massive fur cape, which if one pays attention to is of humanoid origin.... Adorning his fingers are fat golden rings with all kinds of patterns, but on one hands's fingers is engraved "Urist" in common, whilst in the other in Dwarfish. A gold chain is on his neck, while silver braces are on both of his hands, over his armour as decoration. This mass of equipment means that he rarely strays from civilization, and when he does he is always hunting for something to eat, for it is tiring to carry all the gear he does.
Registered: Jul 9, 2016 13:07:48 GMT -8
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Nov 17, 2016 17:31:19 GMT -8
Urist burped through his pipe sending a thick gust of flame through the air. He puffed on the thing a few more times before finally answering. "Could I get some sort of retainer? I pay yer arse a lot of shinies, and for a bunch of times I can come over whenever I likes." He looked earnestly for a reply, but then remembered he wanted to get drunk too. "Oh, and something stronger to actually get me tipsy would be nice."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2016 18:18:48 GMT -8
He shrugged.
"That was the strongest we have, I'm afraid. We're not exactly known for our ale. What we are known for, however, is our comfy rooms. Sure, I can open a tab for you."
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Checkers the Raccoon
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Checkers appears to be a rather nondescript raccoon on the larger end of size for one, weighing in at about 20lbs and with a length of about two feet. He always appears to be happy, with a raccoon smile on his face and an incredibly mischievous glint in his eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears nothing but a cape, which for all intents and purposes appears to be a red and white checkered table cloth that one would use for a picnic on a nice summer day. From this cape, he can draw all manner of strange and assorted items, usually, they are useless to whomever he is giving them to.
Registered: Oct 26, 2016 11:51:37 GMT -8
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Post by Checkers the Raccoon on Nov 18, 2016 3:18:18 GMT -8
(He absolutely does speak Sylvan)
He popped a strawberry into his mouth, pausing only to tear off most of the green leafy bits from the end. The raccoon grinned when he recognized the language, and happily responded with several chirps of his own.
"Mighty big fan of these berries, and that you speak a sensible language."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2016 9:19:06 GMT -8
(Ah, I'll retcon what she said then.)
"Sup, Ring Face! You loving the food?" Cheesecake said in Sylvan. Her voice was sweet but strong. She was taken back a bit that the raccoon could understand her however.
"Whoa, cool, you understand me? Nice! Most people don't speak fairy. Hell, it took Riley here forever! What's your name, whiskers?"
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Urist Ranulfin
Committed
'ere little piggie!
Roleplay posts: 91
Age: 132
Physical Description: An extremely bulky, and hardy Dwarf fitting their stereotype quite well. He has a great brown beard, and a head shaved clean to help wear his helmet. He is moderately sized for a Dwarf (4ft) but his boots bump that him up to 4'3. His mustache is waxed to be very wide, whilst his beard is in long and very thick braids a sword could get stuck in.
Clothes and Equipment: A massive suit of meteoric iron armour with all sorts of mostly anti-magic enhancements. This metal plate armour is covered with a thin dragon skin. Under it he wears a simple leather jerkin and pants. His boots are massive steel-capped things that create sparks whenever he runs on a hard surface. He is armed with a massive great hammer, creating flames when struck. Finally, his helmet is a great thing, steel, but plated with black obsidian and dragon egg shell and with golden wings. In his back-pack is an old, but reliable crossbow that has a pull a giant would struggle with. He also has a long hook and reel somewhere on him. On his belt are a secondary and much smaller axe, and hammer, whilst on his back is a rather massive and thick shield. He also carries a rather massive book which he never shares the details of. Finally, across his back is a massive fur cape, which if one pays attention to is of humanoid origin.... Adorning his fingers are fat golden rings with all kinds of patterns, but on one hands's fingers is engraved "Urist" in common, whilst in the other in Dwarfish. A gold chain is on his neck, while silver braces are on both of his hands, over his armour as decoration. This mass of equipment means that he rarely strays from civilization, and when he does he is always hunting for something to eat, for it is tiring to carry all the gear he does.
Registered: Jul 9, 2016 13:07:48 GMT -8
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Post by Urist Ranulfin on Nov 18, 2016 14:50:41 GMT -8
Urist groaned a little when told there was nothing stronger. He liked it stronger. "Alright then, open a tab." He grumbled a little to himself, and added. "Oh, and more ale."
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Checkers the Raccoon
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Checkers appears to be a rather nondescript raccoon on the larger end of size for one, weighing in at about 20lbs and with a length of about two feet. He always appears to be happy, with a raccoon smile on his face and an incredibly mischievous glint in his eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears nothing but a cape, which for all intents and purposes appears to be a red and white checkered table cloth that one would use for a picnic on a nice summer day. From this cape, he can draw all manner of strange and assorted items, usually, they are useless to whomever he is giving them to.
Registered: Oct 26, 2016 11:51:37 GMT -8
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Post by Checkers the Raccoon on Nov 20, 2016 18:16:55 GMT -8
"Its Checkers actually, not whiskers. And ringface is a bit offensive no? I don't call you 'morsel' and you don't call me ring-face, deal?"
Pop went another strawberry into the raccoon's mouth, the only evidence of the sweet berry the leafy bits that were slowly drifting to the ground.
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Registered: May 20, 2024 7:30:21 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2016 9:41:11 GMT -8
"Hey, you wouldn't be the first to call me food. Hell, until I met Riley here I didn't even have a name so even Morsel is better than nothing!"
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Checkers the Raccoon
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Checkers appears to be a rather nondescript raccoon on the larger end of size for one, weighing in at about 20lbs and with a length of about two feet. He always appears to be happy, with a raccoon smile on his face and an incredibly mischievous glint in his eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears nothing but a cape, which for all intents and purposes appears to be a red and white checkered table cloth that one would use for a picnic on a nice summer day. From this cape, he can draw all manner of strange and assorted items, usually, they are useless to whomever he is giving them to.
Registered: Oct 26, 2016 11:51:37 GMT -8
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Post by Checkers the Raccoon on Nov 21, 2016 14:57:47 GMT -8
"What the hell did you do before this that you didn't have a name?"
He said this with genuine curiosity. Most people without names were genuinely dumb, too stupid to realize they were depriving themselves of duch a wonderous thing.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2016 14:59:37 GMT -8
She shrugged.
"Nothing. Sprites just aren't good enough to deserve names. Hey, you should try those with chocolate, it's freaking amazing!"
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Checkers the Raccoon
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Checkers appears to be a rather nondescript raccoon on the larger end of size for one, weighing in at about 20lbs and with a length of about two feet. He always appears to be happy, with a raccoon smile on his face and an incredibly mischievous glint in his eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears nothing but a cape, which for all intents and purposes appears to be a red and white checkered table cloth that one would use for a picnic on a nice summer day. From this cape, he can draw all manner of strange and assorted items, usually, they are useless to whomever he is giving them to.
Registered: Oct 26, 2016 11:51:37 GMT -8
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Post by Checkers the Raccoon on Nov 22, 2016 9:07:23 GMT -8
"Thats ridiculous! What kind of sponsored bullshit is that? Not good enough for a name? I have seen humans name rocks, Cheesecake. Friggin' Rocks . And everyone is better than rocks."
He snapped his claws and some melted chocolate appeared drizzled on top of the strawberries, from which he selected a particularly juicy specimen covered in the chocolate.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2016 9:32:06 GMT -8
She attempted to snatch a strawberry for herself.
"Alright, so, you got a name for that bowl there? 'cuz it's exactly the same thing. Fey use sprites like you use utensils. I'm not important enough for a name because I'm easily replaceable. Hell, Riley only named me Cheesecake because he was hungry and I reminded him of the food. Although, have you tried cheesecake? Gross! It's all spongy and cheese-flavored. I'll take strawberries and chocolate any day!"
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Checkers the Raccoon
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Checkers appears to be a rather nondescript raccoon on the larger end of size for one, weighing in at about 20lbs and with a length of about two feet. He always appears to be happy, with a raccoon smile on his face and an incredibly mischievous glint in his eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears nothing but a cape, which for all intents and purposes appears to be a red and white checkered table cloth that one would use for a picnic on a nice summer day. From this cape, he can draw all manner of strange and assorted items, usually, they are useless to whomever he is giving them to.
Registered: Oct 26, 2016 11:51:37 GMT -8
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Post by Checkers the Raccoon on Nov 22, 2016 11:04:29 GMT -8
Checkers let her have one, after all, he could make money appear on a whim, why would he care if he had to get another bowl?
"Aye, but whoever made this bowl can make one just like it. Anyone skilled in bowl-making could do it. Surely you have your own name? Even if them fae bastards wanted to hide it from you."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2016 11:13:30 GMT -8
She shook her head but didn't look depressed. "Nope! Spent about two hundred years to myself in the forests outside Riley's home town, never had a name! The idea never occurred to me until I met Riley." She began to chomp down on a berry almost as large as she was with great speed, as if she hadn't eaten in years. "And yeah, someone could just make one like it. Same with sprites. Hell, I knew this one sprite who had drow blood mixed in due to her master. Super cute, but kind of a jerk (and she totally had a crush on my Riley so screw her). We're mass produced objects for the fey to use like how you or someone else uses a bowl. If it breaks, buy another one. If it doesn't do its job, replace it."
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Checkers the Raccoon
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Checkers appears to be a rather nondescript raccoon on the larger end of size for one, weighing in at about 20lbs and with a length of about two feet. He always appears to be happy, with a raccoon smile on his face and an incredibly mischievous glint in his eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears nothing but a cape, which for all intents and purposes appears to be a red and white checkered table cloth that one would use for a picnic on a nice summer day. From this cape, he can draw all manner of strange and assorted items, usually, they are useless to whomever he is giving them to.
Registered: Oct 26, 2016 11:51:37 GMT -8
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Post by Checkers the Raccoon on Nov 23, 2016 5:49:38 GMT -8
"200 years? You're just a young'un then. But a sprite with drow blood? Sounds...interesting, not really certain how that one would have worked given the...size differential there."
He cocked his head to one aide as he asked the question, claws still fishing about inside the bowl for the next strawberry he wanted.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2016 8:10:38 GMT -8
"Oh that's easy- she was from the First World! See, the drow made a pact with an archfey and when she did so the archfey sent an assistant in the form of a familiar. To make the pact binding and official, archfeys combine the traits of the pact-holder and the sprite, creating a fully customized sprite tailored specifically to that person! I wasn't like that but it's not unheard of to have drow-blood, elf-blood, gnome-blood, orc-blood, even oni-blood sprites!"
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Checkers the Raccoon
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Checkers appears to be a rather nondescript raccoon on the larger end of size for one, weighing in at about 20lbs and with a length of about two feet. He always appears to be happy, with a raccoon smile on his face and an incredibly mischievous glint in his eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears nothing but a cape, which for all intents and purposes appears to be a red and white checkered table cloth that one would use for a picnic on a nice summer day. From this cape, he can draw all manner of strange and assorted items, usually, they are useless to whomever he is giving them to.
Registered: Oct 26, 2016 11:51:37 GMT -8
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Post by Checkers the Raccoon on Nov 23, 2016 11:39:34 GMT -8
"Fae are friggin' weird," was the magical raccoon's only response to the statement.
"Wait, why would you mix a giant with a sprite, doesn't that defeat the purpose of either?"
He made tiny, adorable motions with hsi claws as he spoke to indicate his incredulity.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2016 12:43:54 GMT -8
She shrugged as Riley brought out another bowl of berries for them. He went back to work soon after as Cheesecake popped a blueberry in her mouth.
"Ionno, just how it goes. All it really does is make them, like, an inch taller and red with little horns. To be honest, I ain't the best source of First World knowledge because I'm a Second Worlder. That actually makes me less than useless because I ain't even a native!"
She grinned as she popped another massive berry in her mouth.
"Man these are good. So what's your story?"
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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 Nov 23, 2016 19:11:37 GMT -8
Roy wandered through the door, glancing around. He hadn't seen this place last time he'd been in Isra, and always enjoyed trying new places. As he looked about for an open table, he noticed the man from the sign and the tiny woman. Was she a fairy of some sort? Hopefully she was the nice sort. Roxanne had always told him to stay away from fairies, as they were usually up to no good. Perhaps this one was different.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2016 19:34:15 GMT -8
Royal would notice the fairy chirping to what appeared to be a raccoon sitting on a stool at the bar, who in turn chittered back to her. Riley looked over and waved Roy in.
"Ah, welcome sir! Take a seat, I'll serve you in a minute. Cheese, guests."
The fairy looked up to Riley and crossed her arms, giving a determined chirp back to him. He rolled his eyes.
"Fine, ten more minutes then back to work."
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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 Nov 23, 2016 19:45:31 GMT -8
Roy sat down at the offered chair, watching the strange conversation between the fairy and the raccoon. What sort of raccoon went to bars? He'd never seen any sort of woodland animal in a bar before, much less a raccoon. Perhaps it was a pet, or some sort of magical animal. Weren't raccoons troublesome creatures? Hopefully it wasn't plotting anything with the fairy.
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