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 7, 2017 12:23:32 GMT -8
Waltz chuckled. At least the priest knew his limit. That was more than could be said for many of the men in town. Some of the women, too, come to think of it. He put the bottle down on the coffee table, then thought better of it and got up to put it away in the cupboard. He probably shouldn't do much more than finish his glass, after all. Sitting back down on the chair, he sighed with contentment.
"Ahh...what's that? The bath? It's right over there, but it'll take a little while to warm up."
He pointed back down the hall, further into the house.
"Actually, let me start the fire for you. It'll be warm in about ten minutes or so, it works pretty fast."
Heading back to the bathroom, he lit a small wood stove connected to a large cistern. It would warm up the water, heating it up to just the right temperature for a hot bath. Satisfied that the fire was going nicely, he headed back to the living room.
"Alright, it's heating up. Once it's ready, just turn the tap and it'll fill the tub. I don't have any fancy volcanic heating or magic bathtubs, but it'll do the trick. It sure beats heating up water on the stove, anyway. In any case, it'll be done in a little bit. In the meantime, though...what do you plan to do here in Sugar Hollow? Do you think you're going to stay a little while, or move on pretty soon? There's not a whole lot to see in town, but you should at least check out Lucy's bakery before you go."
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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 7, 2017 16:11:25 GMT -8
The amount of goods on display was impressive, though it looks like it mostly sweets. When the main greets them Toliver grins and comes tot he counter placing his hands don and saying in his booming voice. "Greeting yourself shopkeep, I am Toliver Wulfric and that." He gestures to Limi who was standing near the back. "Is my brother Fedlimid" He turns back to the shopkeeper and continues with jovial cheere. "We are traveling mercenaries and we've found that our packs grow light. We need bread, dry meats, cheeses, and anything else that will withstand the rigors of travel. I could also use a new sturdy pair of socks if you have any for sale."
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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 7, 2017 16:30:04 GMT -8
The shopkeeper smiled at Toliver Wulfric. He glanced over at the shy, skinny mage, but decided that "Limi" didn't want to talk, and turned back to the larger adventurer, gesturing to the wide variety of foods and goods. Adventurers with money were always good. They were usually more likely to splurge on things like cakes and sweets, which could often be hard to come by on the road. "I have plenty of food here, sirs. Anything your hearts or stomachs could desire. As for socks...well, I'm sure we've got some of those in your size as well. Warm, knitted wool in all manner of colors. But first, the food. You wanted things to last, yes? Dried meats, bread, fruit preserves..." Taking a jar of cherry jam off the shelf, he held it out to Toliver to see. "It's made fresh, right by the fields. Would you like a sample to taste? It's very sweet, and made with only the best cherries." This was a lie, of course. The best cherries were sold fresh, while the blemished ones were always made into jam. But the adventurers had no need to know that. After all, what did they know about cherries? The man took a half-full jar from behind the counter, then scooped a small amount on a small stick of wood and offered it to Toliver to try. Meanwhile, @fedlimid might notice a girl of about 16 peeking at him from behind a shelf full of boots. If he glanced over, she would turn red and quickly look away.
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High Priest Yori
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Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 11:28:48 GMT -8
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Post by High Priest Yori on Jan 7, 2017 21:23:44 GMT -8
Yori looked down the hall as Waltz pointed to the other end of the house indicating where the tub was locating, offering a small nod as the man got up to start the flame allowing the water to be warmed. He followed the man with those golden hues while remaining seated until he returned a while later—once it had be started.
”Thank you.” offered simply it had been a while since Yori had been able to enjoy the comforts of home and a nice bath after a long day was just the thing he needed though in actuality the Priest had only managed to walk a couple of miles before the heat of the day had started to afflict him- combined with the efforts of cleansing the trees the priest was thoroughly wiped out.
Quietly he mused to himself while the water was allowed to warm, thankfully the temperature of scarcely concerned him anymore. ”Are you familiar with Misogi?” he asked. ”It’s a ritual in which one sits beneath a waterfall in order to cleanse their spirits. It can be quite refreshing as well.” if not a bit chilling. He pondered a moment on Walt’s own question. ”I intend to leave as soon as I’m able- and my services here are no longer required.” he gave a reply; while pondering the various treats that were available at the bakery, though even if he had stopped by to try a sample the male had no coin to his name.
He rose, perhaps a bit too quickly swaying slightly upon unsteady feet as the alcohol rushed straight to his head, he stumbled with a soft clatter as he knocked his staff over and it came crashing to the ground, while catching himself upon the edge of the table and the armrest. Remaining motionless as he attempted to gather his senses. He offered a muted apology before slowly rising and began to make his way down the hall to where the bath was, swaying back and forth like the pendulum of a clock, finally he reached the bathroom, and turned the tap as instructed.
A cloud of steam rose as the tub was slowly filled. Smaller than the tubs at the Cathedral, which were inset in the ground and spanned across entire rooms but it would do just the same , he closed the door behind him before slipping easily from his robes , bells jingling softly with each subtle movement. Sliding into the water afterward – the mixture of the heat combined with alcohol relaxing weary muscles. He slid down allowing the water to overtake him. Starring up blankly at the ceiling-- he kicked the water off once the basin was filled and merely soaked. A minute passed, steam gently caressed against his skin, then another, until darkness had overtaken him. Waltz would hear silence for the longest time and if the man bothered to check on the priest there come no reply.
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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 7, 2017 21:37:22 GMT -8
"Misogi? I thought those were dumplings...I knew a traveling salesman who sold them. He made them with meat and potatoes, wrapped up in little pockets of dough..."
Waltz thought back to when the salesman had arrived, pushing his little cart. He'd stayed in town, and his little dumplings were quite popular among the townsfolk. Whether it was because of the taste or simply the novelty of a new food in town, Waltz never knew. What had the man called them, again? Misogi? Pierogi? Something like that. He didn't recall, it had been so long ago...perhaps the dumpling man would arrive again someday. Nobody in town knew how to make them, and Waltz had a sudden craving for them, whatever whey were called. After Yori got up to go to the bath, Waltz finished his drink and promptly fell asleep. Poor Yori would simply have to get wrinkles in the tub.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 21:44:26 GMT -8
He sure as hell stayed away from the counter - the gentleman was friendly but an usher for his agenda. As most businessmen were. But he left his brother to it and continued letting his gaze wander around the shop - actually meeting the gaze of the young girl behind the shelf for just a brief second.
Just as quickly that she turned away, so did he - at least he didn't show a change in color. Instead, he seemed a bit ruffled - why were people always staring? Why?
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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 7, 2017 22:22:56 GMT -8
Toliver accepts the stick dipped in jam and tastes it, it was certainly good. Sweet, almost overly sweet, but that wasn't a terrible thing. "That is good, but it's fruit. I know you call them preserves but do they preserve?" He'd known some jams to go sour and vinegary when left open too long. "Also if you have socks I will take them and I am not picky. Just bring me enough trail ready food to feed two for a fortnight." The older brothers gaze drifts to his young brother and he notes that Limi looks a bit ruffled. "What's the matter Limi?" He asks with a chuckle. "Did you realize you might have to actually talk to someone if you wanted something?" His voice is lightly teasing, it was an old jest he'd made much time.
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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 7, 2017 22:39:09 GMT -8
The shopkeeper smiled. The fact that the adventurers weren't picky meant that they weren't on a particularly strict budget. Perhaps he'd be able to convince them to splurge a little. Surely, adventurers would like sweet cakes and hard candies! Maybe they'd prefer softer bedrolls, or warmer blankets. Who could tell. First, however, he set about gathering the hardy foods that the man had asked for.
"The preserves are quite well preserved, in fact, sir. I've heard stories that jars have been sealed up, then opened years later and found to be in as good a shape as fresh jams. Personally, I've never seen a jar of cherry preserve last that long. They've usually all been eaten within a couple of weeks!"
He gathered smoked meats, crackers, dried vegetables, and salted fish and put them on the counter, along with a generous bag of dried cherries. Meanwhile, the girl peeked out from behind the shelf again, staring right at Fedlimid. After a moment, she spoke, barely above a whisper.
"Um...are you a mage, sir? Y-you're dressed like one...at least like the ones in books. I-I've never seen a real mage before..."
If he glanced over again, she would turn bright red once more and stop talking. The shopkeeper glanced over at her, sighing.
"Lola, please don't bother the customers."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 22:54:20 GMT -8
The death glare that met Toliver told a very clear "screw you" to the man, before he broke down all resemblance of manners and threw the remains of the peach at his brother. Damn him to hell and back - always teasing him.
The meager voice of the young lady brought his attention around, and he struggled to keep his gaze on her - it was always hard for him to keep eye contact with people. He shifted his feet a little and brought both hands back to clutch the tome to his chest again.
"I am," he finally mutters in response after the keeper scolded the girl - his eyes moving to settle on a shelf of goods in the other direction.
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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 8, 2017 10:20:37 GMT -8
By the time the priest had awoken the water was cold and the air a was clear a prevalent chill in the air from the absence of steam eyes slowly fluttered open starring up at the ceiling, noting the cross of the beams. Long white strands of hair spilled over the edge of the tub and floated lightly across the surface of the water – and an already thin priest was that much more shriveled as he rose water dripping lightly from his form to spill across the surface of the water. The room spun for an instance and there was a dull pounding in the back of his head. A chill crept along his spine as the air brushed light against his skin. Slowly he moved over the edge, careful not trip and looked for something to dry himself with, afterward he slipped on his ceremonial robes and began to affix the many golden bells into his hair which proved to be quite tedious without the aid of his attendants. Though soon he was mad presentable once more and he moved to open the door, stepping out into the hall. Wondering how long he had been asleep for. He returned to the living-room spotting the slumbering form of Waltz, as it seemed the both had the same idea. A smile creeping across his lips before he moved to sit upon the couch once more.
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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 8, 2017 10:52:19 GMT -8
Waltz woke up slowly, groaning and rubbing his head. He wasn't as young as he used to be. Back in his younger days, he had been able to drink bottles of the cherry liquor and never feel it in the morning, but now just a couple glasses gave him a painful hangover. Still not too bad, considering most people just took a shot or two and stopped. Squinting in the bright sunlight, he slowly got up and shuffled over to the window to shut the blinds. Satisfied that there would be no overly bright rays of light in his house, he sat back down on the easy chair, finally noticing Yori.
"Oh, hello there High Priest. You're certainly up early. Could you do me a favor and put a kettle of tea on?"
He gestured vaguely towards the kitchen. If Yori went over, he would find a somewhat dented kettle and a small canister of cheap tea on the countertop.
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High Priest Yori
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Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 11:28:48 GMT -8
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Post by High Priest Yori on Jan 8, 2017 11:38:36 GMT -8
Yori looked over the male as he began to stir from his slumber before promptly moving to close the blinds blocking the unforgiving light. The priest was thankful for this as well. His own head continued to pulse though perhaps not as strongly as his host as he had less to drink.
”I may be wrong, but I don’t think the tub is meant for sleeping.”
Nodding slowly, he turned and made his way back towards the kitchen as indicated taking hold of the kettle; which he filled with water from the tap before setting it on the stove. Golden hues narrowed as he kneeled to peer into the cavity- checking the kindling. The latch groaned softly as he swung the arm outward before pulling the iron door open. A couple of logs were placed upon the rack; briefly he looked for something to light it with. Not that it really mattered to the priests instead he turned his gaze towards the logs. Drawing a faint breath as he focused his senses once more. A sliver of light flashed within twin pupils. And smoke slowly began to rise followed by a spark, and soon a bright orange flame began to creep across the surface of the logs. He shut the door before bolting it shut once more leaving the kettle to simmer atop the stove. Rummaging through the cupboards until he found two cups which were set upon the countertop.
Digits curled around the small canister of tea popping off the lid to examine the contents – though he returned it to the counter and instead reached into the folds of his own yukata, drawing out a small pouch which was used to store tea. He set a few leaves into each of the cups. By then the kettle began to sing as steam escaped the spout indicating that the water was at a boil, each cup were filled before bringing them both to the living-room setting the cup upon the coffee – table in front of Waltz. He would notice the faint flowery scent of Jasmine. The tea itself produced by his own order.
“I hope you like it.”
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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 8, 2017 12:58:24 GMT -8
Waltz reclined in his seat, unaware of any of Yori's magical shenanigans. It really was a soft and comfortable easy chair, and sometimes he could almost forget that he'd found it in an alley behind a pawn shop. He didn't like to think about what had happened on the chair in the past. It was far too soft to be spoiled by a sordid past, anyways. When Yori reentered with the mugs of tea, he sat back up.
"Ah, thank you. Tea is always a help in the mornings, especially after drinking."
He blew on the tea, and took a small sip. His eyes widened in surprise as he tasted a very fine tea that certainly didn't come from his kitchen.
"Did you bring your own tea, High Priest? You didn't have to do that! It's very good, though. You can't really get tea like this in town, unless you're Madame Suiker."
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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 8, 2017 17:02:04 GMT -8
The shopkeeper smiled. The fact that the adventurers weren't picky meant that they weren't on a particularly strict budget. Perhaps he'd be able to convince them to splurge a little. Surely, adventurers would like sweet cakes and hard candies! Maybe they'd prefer softer bedrolls, or warmer blankets. Who could tell. First, however, he set about gathering the hardy foods that the man had asked for. "The preserves are quite well preserved, in fact, sir. I've heard stories that jars have been sealed up, then opened years later and found to be in as good a shape as fresh jams. Personally, I've never seen a jar of cherry preserve last that long. They've usually all been eaten within a couple of weeks!" He gathered smoked meats, crackers, dried vegetables, and salted fish and put them on the counter, along with a generous bag of dried cherries. Meanwhile, the girl peeked out from behind the shelf again, staring right at Fedlimid. After a moment, she spoke, barely above a whisper. "Um...are you a mage, sir? Y-you're dressed like one...at least like the ones in books. I-I've never seen a real mage before..." If he glanced over again, she would turn bright red once more and stop talking. The shopkeeper glanced over at her, sighing. "Lola, please don't bother the customers." Toli had caught Limi's glare but it just made the older man chuckle, at least until he felt the peach impact with his cloak-clad shoulder. When the impact hits Toli lets out a loud booming roll of laughter and then flicks the cherry jam covered stick towards Limi. "It is good your jams will last, as I said as long as it travels well I want it." The large man examines the items placed on the counter and nods in approval at the selection, before yelling at his brother. "Do you want anything Limi?" He turns and spots his brother chatting to the young woman. "Careful there little miss, you keep talking to him and he might scowl so hard his face stays that way." The big man clearly delighted in teasing his sibling, though it was all said in such a tone that it was clearly good fun.
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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 8, 2017 19:18:41 GMT -8
The shopkeeper grinned, and wrapped a jar of cherry jam in paper to be packed up with the rest. He also tossed a handful of hard candies into the pile, writing everything down at a small notepad. If the man wanted anything that would keep, he would get exactly what he asked for. He wrapped up a jar of chicken broth that had been boiled down to a concentrated paste, which would reconstitute nicely into a rich broth when boiled in water. He added boxes of biscuits and crackers, jars of pickles, and a bottle of spicy sauce, jotting down each item neatly in his notepad. Once he finished, a generous pile of hardy foodstuffs sat on the countertop. It was certainly enough for a fortnight, alright, and Toliver Wulfric and @fedlimid would most definitely not be wanting for variety. Satisfied with his handiwork, the shopkeeper headed over to Toliver, adding up the total cost in small, careful handwriting. The final total was a bit high, but still fairly reasonable, considering the amount and variety of food. Meanwhile, Lola responded to the scolding with a meek "Yes, grandpa" and scurried off. However, Fedlimid might soon notice that she was watching him again, this time from behind a rack of coats. "Um...sir...what kind of magic can you do? There's no mages in town, and I've never seen magic..." This time, her voice was a whisper, probably to avoid a second scolding from her grandfather.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 19:37:51 GMT -8
Fedlimid flailed in some attempt to avoid the sticky stick covered in jam, but it stuck easily to his sleeve. Ok, NOW he was going to make his brother pay for that - one way or another.
"... something to hit you with," he grumbles bitterly as he peels the stick from his arm and glanced around for a trash bin to toss it into.
The faint whisper caught his attention, and he found himself struggling to make eye contact with the girl again. His social skills certainly left something to be desired. At the question, he brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck in a nervous gesture - how did he answer that without making a ruckus? And what did he show her? And how did he do this without getting her in trouble with her grandfather? For now, he's quiet and inactive.
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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 9, 2017 17:59:54 GMT -8
Toli looks at the bill and doesn't bat an eye dropping a purse filled with coin onto the counter and flipping out coins from it until there is enough. Then he loads all of their newly purchased provision into a single bag, apparently, the older brother did all the heavy lifting. "Now about those socks." Toli says looking at the man and waiting for the woolen garments to appear, his concentration is interrupted when he notices his brothers admirer is still around. "Stop flirting Limi, just show the girl one of your light spells and be done with it." Another booming laugh escapes his throat as he waits for his brother to turn beet red, which as far as the older man was concerned was a trick in and of itself.
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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 9, 2017 18:44:08 GMT -8
The shopkeeper counted out the coins, grinning happily. His teeth were false, but it didn't make the smile any less genuine. It was a good sale, and he hoped that his customers would be happy with what they had purchased. When Toliver mentioned the socks, he nodded and headed off into the shop to retrieve the socks. He didn't usually sell socks to locals (as they usually knitted their own) so they were in the back of the store. When Toliver told Fedlimid to stop flirting, Lola gasped and flushed once more. It couldn't possibly be good for her heart, turning red like that so often. Mortified, she turned and ran from the pair into the back of the shop.
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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 11, 2017 6:36:15 GMT -8
Osma watched Councilwoman SuiKer part the waters of people that stood before her. OH! How they shuffled and collapsed upon one another to get out of her way! Osma looked to her own, flat skirts and held it away from her hips. It was too impractical for her to wear such ostentatious garments. With a frown, she decided that Suiker looked ridiculous and was likely very lumpy below all that material. With her "humph" and her chin raised, she turned on her heel to head to the tavern. Upon entering, she saw a few within, including Hiyama who seemed more out of place than she did. With her nose in the air, she moved inside with critical eye before moving up the bar. She would take care not to order any house drinks, least she be fooled into thinking she was drinking human breastmilk, like she had at the Midnight Sun. "Do you have any respectable rooms available?"
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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 11, 2017 12:25:52 GMT -8
Despite what Osma told herself, the townsfolk seemed to think that Suiker was very attractive and fashionable indeed, judging by their tittering and gossiping as she passed.
"Did you see those skirts?"
"So poofy! So pretty!"
"Gosh, I wonder where she gets those. It's not like anyone in town makes them."
"They must be imported. There's no silks or whalebone anywhere in the valley."
As she entered the Trifle and Treacle, the town's inn, the few dusty laborers inside looked up at her. They'd heard the commotion outside, and figured that the newcomer woman must be the noisy one that caused it. If Osma looked at the menu, she'd find the drinks to be rather lacking. Presumably, Marzi's Tavern across the street would have a much better selection. The innkeeper strolled over to her, puffing on his pipe.
"Well, ma'am...we've got rooms. Whether or not they're respectable enough for you is up to you, but they're good enough for everyone you see here."
He gestured around at the handful of people scattered about.
"And they've been good enough for everyone who's come into town in the last seventeen years. But who knows, it might not meet your standards. If they don't, I wholeheartedly apologize."
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