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 26, 2016 12:39:43 GMT -8
Sugar Hollow is a small, cozy town located in a lush but remote valley. It's known for its cherry orchards and peach farms, as well as the shortbread and cream puffs sold at its sole bakery, Lucy's Oven. It has a population of about 300, and is a fairly close-knit community. Because of its remoteness, Sugar Hollow rarely gets visitors or newcomers, and most people can spot a new face immediately. It's run by Mayor Bill Caramel and his wife, Carla. |
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Hiyama
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 16
Physical Description: A young man with an ordinary frame, still in his adolescence.
Clothes and Equipment: Red kimono, white obi, black hakama, and zori sandles. Is often seen wearing a crude, thick straw cloak.
Player's online availability : Depends on the story I'm in.
Registered: May 12, 2015 22:23:57 GMT -8
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Post by Hiyama on Dec 29, 2016 0:30:53 GMT -8
Stepping through tall green grass in a pass between two mountains, Hiyama had been traveling the rugged highlands for several days now and only just caught a glimpse of civilization off in the distance. A village... situated in the lush valley, far below.
"Huh..?"
He ran to the summit of the final incline of the pass before it dipped into the valley, to make sure he was seeing this correctly.
At a slow pace he would eventually arrive, not attempting to hide his trek down the idyllic, grassy mountain slope and into town. The denizens of the quaint settlement would see an adolescent boy, body and arms draped in a wide straw cloak, featuring a roughly sewn hood and what appeared to be a blue, patternless kerchief around his mouth.
Clearly he was not from around here.
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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 30, 2016 21:04:26 GMT -8
As Hiyama strolled through the village, he would attract quite a bit of attention from the townsfolk. Children would stare at him from behind shrubs and benches, and run off if he looked their way. A few men would look his way and mutter something or other. Occasionally, women in poofy skirts would titter and gossip quietly as they watched him pass. For the most part, however, most people would smile at him as he walked by. As he reached the town square, a wrinkled old man with a well-groomed beard approached him.
"Hello there, newcomer. Welcome to Sugar Hollow! What brings you here, to Gumdrop Valley? We don't get a lot of visitors here."
The man was rather plump, and wore a purple coat with brass buttons that shined in the sunlight. He peered at Hiyama through a monocle on a chain.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Dec 31, 2016 20:48:42 GMT -8
Well this was a disappointment. Osma thought as she arrived by stage in the land of Sugar Hollow. The ad in the gossip scroll she had read talked about a fantasyland of cotton candy trees and milk chocolate rivers. Green apple sugar straws were said to make up the grass and the buildings were of recently baked gingerbread. What she had discovered as she stuck her head out the window the moment they entered Gumdrop Valley, was regular blades of grass and dumb old trees with stupid old leaves.
Just like every other place!
"Why does nothing exciting ever happen to me?" She complained, to which her stagecoach companions rolled their eyes.
She blamed the penny papers entirely for this. They were so filled with rumors about all the famous people of the lands that it should not have been a surprise that it was wrong about this place too. With a look of utter disappointed, she glanced out the window. Hiyama was there, face wrapped in a blue cloth.
Even the locals are so ashamed that they hide their faces.
Her eyes moved over the plump man. At least he was a bit more interesting. "I wonder if..." she began to speak to the companions, but shut up when she realized that they had all gone! They could not leave the coach fast enough. How rude it was to leave her behind! Perhaps she should just ride back to the portal. Though, it had been a long ride though and could use a spot of proper tea.
They better have some PROPER tea or the whole town would be fit only to BURN TO THE GROUND. A spark light her eyes at the thought. Entirely on her own, Osma was force to help herself down from the coach. Her overnight bag was flung from the rooftop to the street. "HOW DARE YOU SIR!" she shouted at the driver to which he replied, "Oh I do dare." He grumbled something about a bossy hefer before flicking the reins and heading the coach away from Osma.
Osma gasped and stepped from the sidewalk and into the street. "I got your coach number, I'll have you know. I WILL REPORT YOU!" she called after him. He did not stop, nor turn back. With a huff, she slide her eyes to the side. People were watching.
Opps.
With a blush she smiled an award-winning, fall-to-your-knees-and-beg-for-love smile. "Such a charming town you have."
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Hiyama
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 16
Physical Description: A young man with an ordinary frame, still in his adolescence.
Clothes and Equipment: Red kimono, white obi, black hakama, and zori sandles. Is often seen wearing a crude, thick straw cloak.
Player's online availability : Depends on the story I'm in.
Registered: May 12, 2015 22:23:57 GMT -8
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Post by Hiyama on Dec 31, 2016 20:50:44 GMT -8
As Hiyama strolled through the village, he would attract quite a bit of attention from the townsfolk. Children would stare at him from behind shrubs and benches, and run off if he looked their way. A few men would look his way and mutter something or other. Occasionally, women in poofy skirts would titter and gossip quietly as they watched him pass. For the most part, however, most people would smile at him as he walked by. As he reached the town square, a wrinkled old man with a well-groomed beard approached him. "Hello there, newcomer. Welcome to Sugar Hollow! What brings you here, to Gumdrop Valley? We don't get a lot of visitors here." The man was rather plump, and wore a purple coat with brass buttons that shined in the sunlight. He peered at Hiyama through a monocle on a chain. The visitor looks up at him, his hands slowly moving to draw down the hood and kerchief that kept him warm and protected from the elements, long thick locks of ungroomed black hair tumbling before a slightly weathered, but healthy young visage. "I'm just a traveler," he says, his voice smooth, and quiet, and he just slightly bows before the man in a manner that seemed instinctual and customary. "I mean no harm. But I would be most grateful, if you could show me somewhere that I can stay for the night." The boy seems very humble and soft-spoken, and it would seem clear that he had been on the road far too long. |
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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 31, 2016 21:30:07 GMT -8
The man chortled heartily, adjusting his monocle to squint at Hiyama. Something seemed different about him, but he didn't know what. He certainly looked foreign, but that wasn't it. Perhaps it was how young he looked, or how worn out he seemed. Nonetheless, the boy was a newcomer, and wanted a place to stay. "Well, we've got the Trifle and Treacle, which is a cozy little inn if I do say so myself. It's right down the road. Tell them that BIlly Caramel sent you, they'll take care of you. Their food is excellent, and you look like you could use a hot meal if I do say so myself. They've got warm beds and very reasonable rates, so I think you'll be very comfortable there." He gestured down the road, towards a comfortable-looking inn. It had a brightly painted sign hanging over the door, displaying a pair of sugary confections. --- Meanwhile, the locals stared at Osma Gaiman. Two visitors in one day? What was going on? They frequently went weeks without seeing a single new face, and here were two! One was wrapped up in a cloth mask, and one was...this woman. She seemed rather demanding, judging by her sudden outburst. However, her disarming smile and compliment caught them off guard. Perhaps she wasn't super demanding, after all. Or maybe she was simply crazy. A tall woman in an impractically poofy dress stepped out from the crowd, and the others made way, looking to her as though to ask for advice. It seemed that she held some weight in the town. She walked up to Osma, smiling brightly. "Hello there, Miss. Welcome to Sugar Hollow. Please pardon the attention. It's not often that we get visitors, and today we've gotten two. It's all rather unusual. I'm Ella Suiker, and I run the cherry orchards and sit as head of the town council. What's your name, and where are you from?" The townsfolk nodded as she spoke, hanging on her every word. Everything about her, from her posture to her gait, screamed total confidence. She was clearly in a position of power in the Sugar Hollow. |
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Toliver Wulfric
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 26
Physical Description: A towering man at six foot six, laden with heavy muscle and features that seem to be chiseled from granite.
Clothes and Equipment: Sturdy leather armor with some heavy plates and a great sword. Standard traveling gear in his backpack.
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 8:52:06 GMT -8
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Post by Toliver Wulfric on Jan 1, 2017 9:32:53 GMT -8
"See what did I tell you!" Toliver says with a laugh as he smacks his young brother, Fedlimid Wulfric, on the back. "There was a town just over that hill and you were getting worried." His brother was prone to worry and being dour, but Toliver had known things would work out for the best. Sure, they'd been wondering aimlessly for the last four days, sure they were running low on supplies, sure they had to fight for their lives twice in the last four day, but that was what made it fun! "Come along little brother, I am sure we can get supplies in yonder village!" With that, Toliver leads the way down into the valley.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 0:16:36 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2017 9:39:51 GMT -8
Blasted brother of his.
The heavy hand on his back made the thin male almost buckle at the knees, but he trudged along reluctantly - scowling up at the profile of the elder sibling while he clutched a particular leather-bound book in his hands that much harder to his chest.
"And if we can't? This whole trip was for naught, save for being chased by ankle-munching goblins and a river troll looking to rip our heads from our shoulders," he huffs. "What, daresay, spurred you for THIS venture?!"
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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 Jan 1, 2017 9:44:36 GMT -8
As Toliver Wulfric and @fedlimid descended through the valley, they would come across a large grove of peach trees. Every branch on the trees was heavy with fruit, and anybody walking underneath them would have to take care not to be hit by a falling peach. Several men and women worked in the orchard, plucking plump peaches from the trees and placing them in large wicker baskets. As the two newcomers got closer, they would be able to pick up the faint scent of peach cobblers and pies being baked. One of the workers, a sturdy-looking man with a rather scruffy beard, put down his basket and approached the brothers. "Hello there, you two! Are you trying to get to the town? It's not often that we get visitors here in Sugar Hollow. I'm Alfred Tart, although most people just call me Al. What are your names?" He plucked two peaches off a nearby tree and offered them to Toliver and Fedlimid. They were large and ripe, and looked very juicy indeed. |
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Toliver Wulfric
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 26
Physical Description: A towering man at six foot six, laden with heavy muscle and features that seem to be chiseled from granite.
Clothes and Equipment: Sturdy leather armor with some heavy plates and a great sword. Standard traveling gear in his backpack.
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 8:52:06 GMT -8
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Post by Toliver Wulfric on Jan 1, 2017 9:54:45 GMT -8
Toliver lets out a laugh in his deep booming baritone, his belly laugh sounding like a low rumbling of thunder. "What kind of village doesn't have supplies for adventures with gold? Stop being such a worrywart Limi!" He wraps an arm around his younger brothers shoulder and all but lifts him off his feet in a half hug, before settling the doubtlessly indignant mage back on his feet.
It isn't long before they come into a peach orchid and Toli doesn't hesitate to help himself. By the time Alfred spots them and is offering them peaches Toli had already wolfed down three and his cheeks were bulging with a half of a fourth. Sweet nectar runs freely down his chin and he chews, swallows, and then booms out. "Well met Al! I am Toliver Wulfric and this is my younger brother Fedlimid!" He claps his sibling on the back with a sticky hand, forcing him to take a step forward. "We've come looking to resupply in your fair town." The elder brother continues as he polishes off the peach in hand before taking the offered one from Al.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 0:16:36 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2017 10:00:25 GMT -8
Instinct told the lad to step back when Al moved forward to introduce himself, but of course Toliver only shoved him forward and forced him to meet the gaze of the man. For a small man like Fedlimid, it was a little unnerving, but he fixed his jaw straight and held the gaze for all of about two seconds, before his sights wandered away.
Hesitant, he reached out to accept the peach offered though he didn't bite into it yet. His hand disappeared into the long sleeve of his hood and joined the first in resting over the book at his chest. WHY did Toliver make him suffer like this? What an embarrassment.
And that pet name. He swore he would turn that oaf of an older brother into a damned squirrel or something.
At least Toliver made the introductions, and Fedlimid just nodded in acknowledgement.
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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 Jan 1, 2017 10:16:06 GMT -8
Alfred nodded. Adventurers did come by every now and then, although they usually didn't stay for long. It had been a while since the last one, though, so he was glad to see somebody new.
"Oh yes, of course. Head right through the orchard and you'll reach the town. The general store is on main street, you can't miss it. It's between the barber shop and Marzi's tavern. That should be able to outfit you with everything you need. Be sure to stop by the tavern, too. It's a good place to get a drink or two."
He glanced between the two of them, curiously. The shorter one seemed rather timid, but the big one was definitely gregarious enough for the both of them. They'd get along with Marzi well.
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Toliver Wulfric
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 26
Physical Description: A towering man at six foot six, laden with heavy muscle and features that seem to be chiseled from granite.
Clothes and Equipment: Sturdy leather armor with some heavy plates and a great sword. Standard traveling gear in his backpack.
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 8:52:06 GMT -8
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Post by Toliver Wulfric on Jan 1, 2017 10:33:01 GMT -8
Like usual Limi utterly fails to be friendly, suppressing a sigh Toli consoles himself with the fact that his brother had at least made eye contact. "Thank you for your help Al and for your delicious peaches!" The warrior declares before he takes off again, knowing his brother will follow. The elder sibling leads the way to the general store where they can hopefully get more trail rations and some new socks. All his travel socks had gotten worn down and had holes in them and his feet were starting to blister, it was damn unpleasant.
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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 Jan 1, 2017 11:12:10 GMT -8
As the pair walked through the town, they attracted quite a bit of attention. The townsfolk tittered and gossiped among themselves, shocked at having so many visitors. They'd gone weeks without anyone coming by, and now four people had arrived in a single day! It was absurd. Toliver and Fedlimid reached the general store without too much trouble, and would be greeted by a wrinkled old man in an oversized hat.
"Welcome, travelers! You're new in town, aren't you? What can I do for you?"
The shelves were lined with all manner of goods, with baskets of peaches and cherries displayed prominently. Jars of preserves and jams sat on racks, looking for all the world like thick and sugary wizard's potions. A molasses-filled bundt cake sat on the counter under a glass cover, with several slices already taken out. The entire shop smelled of sweets and fruit, although it seemed that they sold coats and boots and other such things as well.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Jan 1, 2017 12:11:03 GMT -8
So freaking puffy. Osmas thought as envy-filled eyes raged over Ella Suiker's ridiculously puff outfit. For the first in...well, ever...Osma felt as thought she was not the prettiest woman in the region. Not that she is all that pretty, in the face. Osma reassured herself. Her eyes moved back to her garments. Osma's own were fine, but flat. Tight fitting was better when it came to shoving a man's arm back into it's socket. Stupid medical practice got in the way of fashion. Osma pulled her chin up and straightened her cloak, which was not needed for this place. Beads of sweat started to form. Now used to having to remove her own cloak, she reached at the clasp to open it. Toliver Wulfric 's laugh echoed off the mountains. She mistook it has thunder and left the cloak on. "I am Lady Osma Gaiman, from Aozora. I must say, Councilwoman Suiker, that I am not sure I am in the correct Sugar Hollow." From her belt she with drew a cord that let her bring the Gossip Scroll to eye level. She undid the ribbon which held it closed and allowed it to roll to the ground at their boots. It took a moment to find the spot about Sugar Hollow. "Here. Is this your advertisement?"
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High Priest Yori
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 11:28:48 GMT -8
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Post by High Priest Yori on Jan 1, 2017 12:18:59 GMT -8
Just over that hill.The priest told himself as he labored across the surrounding planes, attempting to travel beneath the shade of the trees when permitted. The priest had been walking less than an hour and the physical strain had already began to take its toll upon him. Though he did not know a village was there his expanded sense could pick up on the various form of life which had gathered there. A small town. Yori was a slight anemic man and it was obvious that the male was unaccustomed to physical exertion. Yet, he did not let it show, should anyone look upon the male they would see a man who projected a regal atmosphere. Longs strands of white hair spilled across his shoulders in subtle waves- tied with tiny gold-bells that jingled as he walked. The male was clad in a white kimono which appeared almost ceremonial, black patterns stitched into the fabric, draped over black underclothing- glimpses of which could be seen through the slits of the upper arms. A thin cloth had been draped over his face with four painted eyes over the flat surface allowing him to gaze outward while covering the double-pupils beneath.
Upon his right hip dangled a naked sword, yet the blade was short nearly two feet in length, rectangular and flat on all edges with various runes inscribed across the surface. Obviously meant for protection than anything else. Within his left hand he carried a staff, a strange non-descript emblem settled on top, golden circlets chimed a dull unceremonious tone as he leaned upon the staff using it to support his weight, while incense burned from the top causing a ring of smoke to encircle the priest, yet the wisps of smoke seemed to bend around the male as if he were wreathed in some un-seen barrier.
The High Priest, had not permitted his attendants to accompany him on his quest which in hindsight seemed like a very poor decision on Yori’s behalf- having known his own physical limitations. He eyed the hill, contemplating simply jumping the remaining distance. ”To suffer is to service of our faith.” and so he walked the remaining distance, puffing by the time he arrived at the summit. It was not long now until the male arrived at the town.
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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 Jan 1, 2017 12:27:27 GMT -8
Ella Suiker stepped towards Osma, taking the scroll from her hands and looking it over carefully. A look of recognition crossed her face, shortly followed by an expression of irritation. Sighing, she rolled up the scroll and handed it back to Osma.
"That is not our advertisement, Lady Gaiman. There is no way anyone in this town would publish such drivel. It's the work of a journalist who came by a couple of months ago to try the food and drink. He liked Lucy's cream puffs and pies, and he loved Marzi's peach liquor. Perhaps a bit too much, because he was raving about candy cane trees when he left. We put him on a carriage and sent him away when he tried to lick Marzi's hand. The drunkard thought that her ring was made of hard candy."
Taking a deep breath, she composed herself and adjusted her corset. It was cinched up tight, and clearly restricted her breathing somewhat.
"However, I do hope that you'll enjoy our town. Even though we don't have hot chocolate flowing in the rivers, I'm sure you'll find the cherry cobblers to be just fine."
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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 Jan 1, 2017 12:50:56 GMT -8
Just over that hill.The priest told himself as he labored across the surrounding planes, attempting to travel beneath the shade of the trees when permitted. The priest had been walking less than an hour and the physical strain had already began to take its toll upon him. Though he did not know a village was there his expanded sense could pick up on the various form of life which had gathered there. A small town. Yori was a slight anemic man and it was obvious that the male was unaccustomed to physical exertion. Yet, he did not let it show, should anyone look upon the male they would see a man who projected a regal atmosphere. Longs strands of white hair spilled across his shoulders in subtle waves- tied with tiny gold-bells that jingled as he walked. The male was clad in a white kimono which appeared almost ceremonial, black patterns stitched into the fabric, draped over black underclothing- glimpses of which could be seen through the slits of the upper arms. A thin cloth had been draped over his face with four painted eyes over the flat surface allowing him to gaze outward while covering the double-pupils beneath. Upon his right hip dangled a sword, yet the blade was short nearly two feet in length, rectangular and flat on all edges with various runes inscribed across the surface. Obviously meant for protection than anything else. Within his left hand he carried a staff, a strange non-descript emblem settled on top, golden circlets chimed a dull unceremonious tone as he leaned upon the staff using it to support his weight, while incense burned from the top causing a ring of smoke to encircle the priest, yet the wisps of smoke seemed to bend around the male as if he were wreathed in some un-seen barrier. The High Priest, had not permitted his attendants to accompany him on his quest which in hindsight seemed like a very poor decision on Yori’s behalf- having known his own physical limitations. He eyed the hill, contemplating simply jumping the remaining distance. ”To suffer is to service of our faith.” and so he walked the remaining distance, puffing by the time he arrived at the summit. It was not long now until the male arrived at the town. As he approached the town, Yori would find himself strolling through a well-kept cherry farm. Healthy, flourishing trees grew in neat rows, covered in bright red cherries. Workers scurried up and down the orchard, picking cherries with long-handled tools and depositing them in woven baskets. They looked up at the newcomer curiously, wondering where he had come from. After all, it wasn't often that they got visitors. However, they quickly turned away and continued on with their work. A moment later, an armored man on a white horse rode up to Yori, looking down at the priest. "Hello there, newcomer! What brings you to Sugar Hollow? It isn't often that we get visitors, we're rather out of the way. I'm Tom Waltz, supervisor of the northern cherry fields. I run all of the cherry-farming operations from here to the Flan RIver. Past that are the western cherry fields, and those are run by Supervisor Ballet." A man shuffled hesitantly up to the supervisor, carrying a basket of juicy-looking cherries. "S-supervisor Waltz? There is a blight on the trees in rows 17 through 19. We're losing trees fast and are worried that it might spread." Supervisor Waltz looked down at the nervous man in annoyance. "Have all the trees in rows 17 through 19 cut down and burned. I want them removed and replaced with saplings by tomorrow, you understand?" The nervous man nodded, and scurried off. |
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Jan 1, 2017 12:54:12 GMT -8
She wanted to smile at the telling of the drunk journalist. She wanted to giggle at the thought of him licking someone's ring, thinking it hard candy.
Candy rings. There was a novel idea...
Anyway, she wanted to laugh it off and be all sugar-fucking-sweet, but Osma was a rather sour person when she was disappointed. Yet Councilwoman Suiker was thus far, the most highborn and elegant person she had met thus far. Those in Aozora included. "Just as I thought. I said to myself that their must be some sensible explanation to this falsehood. Lacky journalist and their false reports. As if anyone would believe that rivers could be made of chocolate." She chuckled a chuckled that was well rehearsed.
She shifted her eyes to the side as it died quickly. Yes, NO ONE would believe such reports.
"Well, I planned to stay for the evening and might as well. I take it by the smell that you are famous for your pies, but I'm not eating carbs. Would you by chance have a tea house?"
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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 Jan 1, 2017 13:08:58 GMT -8
She wanted to smile at the telling of the drunk journalist. She wanted to giggle at the thought of him licking someone's ring, thinking it hard candy. Candy rings. There was a novel idea... Anyway, she wanted to laugh it off and be all sugar-fucking-sweet, but Osma was a rather sour person when she was disappointed. Yet Councilwoman Suiker was thus far, the most highborn and elegant person she had met thus far. Those in Aozora included. "Just as I thought. I said to myself that their must be some sensible explanation to this falsehood. Lacky journalist and their false reports. As if anyone would believe that rivers could be made of chocolate." She chuckled a chuckled that was well rehearsed. She shifted her eyes to the side as it died quickly. Yes, NO ONE would believe such reports. "Well, I planned to stay for the evening and might as well. I take it by the smell that you are famous for your pies, but I'm not eating carbs. Would you by chance have a tea house?"
"I'm afraid that we don't have a dedicated tea house, most people simply go to Marzi's. However...I do have an extensive tea collection at my home. I'd like to invite you'd over, if that's alright with you. You seem to be a woman of high standing, after all. And besides, there's nowhere else in town to get some of the teas that I have. I'm sure you'd enjoy it." The townsfolk glanced at each other nervously. Ella Suiker and this newcomer woman in one place? Would their collective bossiness combine into a single loud order for the entire town? They didn't know, but they were all more glad than ever that they weren't members of Suiker's staff. |
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