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 Dec 20, 2016 14:36:57 GMT -8
Roy ran up to the shop, with @robin in his pocket. Hurrying inside, he looked around for RIley. Where was he? Roy needed him and Cheesecake, or Uncle Renalt would put Robin in a birdcage and leave her outside! Roy certainly didn't want that, and he was sure that Robin wouldn't like it much either. Birdcages looked uncomfortable.
"RIley? Riley, are you here? I need your help, and Cheesecake's too!"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 14:41:12 GMT -8
Thankfully there was a lull in the normal crowds so Riley was behind the counter relaxing. He looked over to Roy with a raised eyebrow. Cheesecake walked out onto the countertop to join them.
"Uh....what's the problem?"
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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 Dec 20, 2016 14:47:02 GMT -8
Roy sighed with relief as he spotted Riley and Cheesecake. He pulled Robin from his pocket, lifting her up.
"Robin ate all the chocolate in my uncle's shop! We need to find a way to replace it, or he'll catch her and put her in a birdcage and leave her outside. Can you teach Robin to make food like Cheesecake can? We need to be able to replace all the chocolate before Uncle Renalt comes home. Can you help us? I don't want Uncle Renalt to leave Robin out in the rain, even if she does get into mischief sometimes..."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 14:58:12 GMT -8
"Birdcage? What are you- OH! Oh, damn, I'm sorry, I forgot to mention something about fairies...."
He smacked his head and stood up, getting ready to follow Roy.
"Sprites have the metabolism of hummingbirds. They need to constantly eat or they'll be too tired to even breathe. And don't let their size fool you, their stomachs might as well be literally bottomless with how much they stuff in their fat little faces..."
He eyes Cheesecake, who rolls her eyes and chirps back at him rudely. She lets out a pouting huff and floats onto his head.
"Alright, let's go. We'll do what we can."
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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 Dec 20, 2016 17:44:56 GMT -8
"Alright, thank you so much!"
Placing the completely stuffed little Robin back in his pocket, he hustled back off to the shop. Hopefully Uncle Renalt wouldn't be there when they arrived. That could get rather messy. He wasn't sure if Riley and Cheesecake would be able to help, but they were his only hope.
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Aelar Galanodel
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 672
Physical Description: Tall, broad build with grey hair turning white, short beard, and brown eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: leather grey tunic and brown breeches with a blue cloak. During combat he wears leather armor and boots with a green cloak to blend in. He carries his bow from his time with a group of Rangers(will update this with the name of the faction)
Player's online availability : I try to be available as often as I can but school keeps me busy
Registered: Jan 13, 2017 7:50:38 GMT -8
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Post by Aelar Galanodel on Jan 13, 2017 16:29:34 GMT -8
Four men enter the tavern. The older elf ordered food and mead for all of them while the others took a seat. They felt warm by the flickering flames that danced around in the hearth as snow fell outside.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2017 16:30:51 GMT -8
Right away Aelar would notice something odd when a tiny sprite, barely six inches in height, was taking their orders happily. With a chirp she flew into the back to begin preparing food.
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Feb 18, 2017 17:43:39 GMT -8
"We shall share a drink at The Good Night's Rest. Some say their shots are taller than the spire." As he entered the tavern, Silas tested the lines he had concocted on the light buzz he sustained during the walk through Isra's winter night. "Nah, the second line's off." Accompanied by Badger, Silas took a seat at the bar, "I hear you've got a drink that's sure to knock us on our asses."
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
Registered: Feb 12, 2017 17:51:39 GMT -8
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Post by Badger on Feb 19, 2017 6:13:06 GMT -8
Badger hummed and sang to himself under his breath as he entered The Good Knight's Rest, right behind his newly found friend Silas; it was a habit of the gnome to sing while he drank but for the moment he was allowing Silas to work on his limerick in peace.
Happy in his own little musical inside his head, Badger was only brought to by Silas' mention of a strong drink.
"I'll go for that!" he said as he pulled his small but strong frame up onto the bar stool. "We'll take two!" Badger nearly shouted to no one in particular, as he'd yet to figure out exactly who was serving the drinks.
The bar itself bustled with activity, and just this once Badger's naturally loud voice didn't seem terribly out of place as the other patrons in the three-story bar shouted, laughed, gambled and drank.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2017 10:17:12 GMT -8
As Cheesecake took their order, when asked for a strong drink she shot them a sadistic smile. Clicking her tongue and pointing to them, she flew into the back just as Riley passed by. Although he was inaudible, they would see Riley talking to Cheesecake about their order. As she responded in kind he took a step back in shock.
"WHAT?!" He yelled. "NO! Are you trying to kill them?!"
Cheesecake would began chirping angerly at him, flailing her arms around wildly. Riley held his head in his hand.
"No, I'll explain to t hem what they just ordered. You keep going with the others."
Riley came over to the two, a look of concern on his face.
"Hello, I'm Riley, I own the inn. I heard you wanted to try the house special?"
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Feb 20, 2017 9:01:49 GMT -8
"I heard you had the strongest drinks in the city. Even if it's pure ethenol, that'll be just fine with me. A chaser would be nice." Silas nudged badger, "I'll throw back a few, but I dont know about my little buddy here."
Silas was giddy with anticipation for this drink that the bartender would be so apprehensive to sell. It was the house special after all.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 9:44:24 GMT -8
"So, uh....the drink is one of her creations."
Riley gestured to the fairy, eagerly dropping a strange green glowing liquid into a cauldrin before grabbing a ladle five times her size and happily stirring the contents.
"It's called the Immediate Regret. The drink's so strong it can knock out an elephant. Listing the contents is labeled as a war crime in some countries. I generally warn people purchasing it because it's killed lesser patrons. After the third time of explaining to the guards what happened I made it a policy of advising against it for the sake of your health."
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
Registered: Feb 12, 2017 17:51:39 GMT -8
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Post by Badger on Feb 20, 2017 14:06:26 GMT -8
"Little buddy!" Badger with a snort jokingly feigned some incredulity, "Friend are you lucky that the amount of ale I'd have to drink to want to fight you far exceeds the amount of ale that would make me completely unable to fight you. We gnomes are a sensitive and proud people!"
After hearing that the house special was a potential health hazard, there was only one thing to be done. Badger reached into his front pocket, where he produced a handful of coins of different sizes and metals. He slapped them down on the bar top.
"Silas, we'll drink to your health! Riley, please inform the bartender I'd like to drink until I forget who's health we're drinking to."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2017 15:33:42 GMT -8
Riley sighed.
"Your funerals."
He turned and called out to the fairy behind the counter, now floating over a pot violently smoking and bubbling with black tar-like substances.
"Cheesecake, two of your special drink please!"
The fairy began to chirp to him, sounding like a song bird, as she vigorously stirred the pot. Pulling the spoon out the two would notice it was melted at the end, despite being a wooden spoon.
"Cheese, this is a tavern, I'm not going to keep cyanide near the food! Just use something else. I really can't put up with more burnt entrails."
She rolled her eyes and went into the back, out of sight. Riley turned back to them.
"Last chance to get out of this. On the upside though, I've been told by those that kept their tastebuds that it was definitely a flavorful experience. A bit of oaky nutiness combined with a hint of cranberries, strawberries, wheat, barely, and smoke for texture but not overbearing. Well, at least the ones who could still hear afterwards at least."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2017 15:32:22 GMT -8
Eilagwen dismounted from her elk, smoothing a hand down its neck as its nostrils flared with the new scents of this foreign city. Eilagwen had been in quiet awe as she'd walked through it, and noticed that other than the height because of the elk (and her own rigid spine), they had barely been looked at.
She tied the elk's reigns to the front of the outpost and spoke in quiet Sylvelain to it. It stomped one of its cloven hooves, but did not seem to panic, instead dipping its head to drink as the sunlight gleamed off its ribbed silver horns.
The elegantly dressed elf made her way inside, tall and fluid, her hair held up and away from an ethereal face with high cheek bones and serious eyes the color of a placid lake. Eilagwen looked for the proprietor...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2017 13:33:58 GMT -8
Riley would look up from the counter and wave her inside.
"Ah, welcome! Have a seat whereever, our server will be out shortly to get your order." He said with a smile.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2017 14:08:05 GMT -8
She did not smile in return. Instead, her ethereal gaze settled on him and she stepped forward, as tall or maybe even taller than the other human men of Isra, a body made for agility and grace. If he didn't know any better, there might have even been the faintest of glows about the elven "princess" -- for lack of a better word.
"I seek a room and board for myself, and for my steed," she said to Riley. She wasn't rude... exactly. It was more like she was very serious, very somber, and very pragmatic in her business needs. Her accent was also exotic on her words, as if her native language was one of magic and nothing of the world they spoke in now.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2017 14:11:47 GMT -8
Riley nodded. He didn't seem to phased by the woman.
"No problem! Plenty of rooms available and we have a stable out back you can leave your horse." He said as he turned to grab one of the keys off the wall. The little fairy from before fluttered by with a notebook sized for a human over her head, dropping it in front of Riley along with a pen. With a chirp she handed him the pen and headed into the back.
"Can I get a name, miss?" Riley said without looking up from his notebook.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2017 15:54:20 GMT -8
"He is not a horse, but a silver elk," she answered him when Riley spoke about being able to stable her steed. With placid eyes, she watched as the fairy came out and drifted away again, and her head smoothly turned to look at Riley's downcast one as he picked up the pen to write in the notebook.
"Eilagwen of Sylvelis, First Daughter of Faedithias, Elder of the Dawn Council of Sylvelis," she said, and then her own head dipped as she reached into her Elven cloak to find paperwork and coin for which to verify her needs and pay for them.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2017 16:04:17 GMT -8
"Sounds fancy! What brings you out this way, miss First Daughter of an Elder elf?" Riley said as he finished writing down the name.
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