Alryca Starwell
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Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: She has a tall, lithe frame, if a bit better endowed than most of her elven kin. Long, platinum blonde hair streams down to nearly her waist, and her long fingers are frequently seen twirling it. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and constantly looking about to take in new sights. She has no particular preference in clothing, dressing reasonably fashionable as far as she can afford.
Clothes and Equipment: She has a wand that she carries on her person at all times, with it, she performs her magic. Sketchbooks and drawing items are held in a small satchel at her waist. She is usually wearing robes due to her position as a junior member of the Isran enclave, a position earned solely by the dearth of summoners amongst magic users.
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Jan 26, 2017 13:05:24 GMT -8
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Post by Alryca Starwell on Feb 9, 2017 5:17:51 GMT -8
(Apologies for the delay, real life gets in the way sometimes)
Alryca nodded in agreement with Roy's suggestion, fungi that moved seemed to never be a good thing.
"Good idea," she said as she followed Roy outside of the circle, picking up pace as the mushrooms followed them. The appearance of the mushroom woman served to stop the young mage in her tracks as she pulled out her sketchbook once more and began scribbling in it.
"Uh... No worries there, we were just.. Uh... About to leave, lovely mushrooms you have though."
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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 Feb 9, 2017 6:25:58 GMT -8
Upon hearing the voice, Roy spun around. He spotted the mushroom woman and stared, shocked. Was she the one that he'd seen earlier? She sounded friendly enough, but something about her...worried him.
"Oh, hello...what do you mean by your children? You mean these mushrooms here? Y-yes, they're lovely..."
He was glad when the mushrooms moved away, but the woman worried him. Who wore a mushroom on their head like a hat? That was just silly. Had she done this to the town?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2017 9:46:03 GMT -8
"Yes, these mushrooms are mine. So is that fungus over there..." She gestured to the mold slowly killing the orchard.
"As well as that lovely grouping over there," she gestured to the mold dissolving one of the buildings.
"And....well, eventually everyone...I suppose...becomes my children."
She continued to walk forward, now about 5 feet away from the three. She let out a small chortle before speaking again.
"But where are my manners? I have yet to introduce myself! The people of this city used to call me Viorè. It's a pleasure to finally see other people in this town after so many years. It can get quite lonely out here."
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Alryca Starwell
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: She has a tall, lithe frame, if a bit better endowed than most of her elven kin. Long, platinum blonde hair streams down to nearly her waist, and her long fingers are frequently seen twirling it. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and constantly looking about to take in new sights. She has no particular preference in clothing, dressing reasonably fashionable as far as she can afford.
Clothes and Equipment: She has a wand that she carries on her person at all times, with it, she performs her magic. Sketchbooks and drawing items are held in a small satchel at her waist. She is usually wearing robes due to her position as a junior member of the Isran enclave, a position earned solely by the dearth of summoners amongst magic users.
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Jan 26, 2017 13:05:24 GMT -8
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Post by Alryca Starwell on Feb 12, 2017 17:46:42 GMT -8
The phrasing of the woman's words set Alryca on edge, though her propriety was certainly pleasing, it did not prevent her grip from tightening on her wand. This woman was clearly some sort of nature deity, with domain over fungi, a far more powerful foe than she could hope to best...but maybe she could learn something if she played her cards right...and carefully.
"What...uh, if you don't mind that is, what exactly happened to the people of this town...it is rather empty, aside from us and the fungi of course."
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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 Feb 12, 2017 17:54:52 GMT -8
Roy nodded, glancing around worriedly. He didn't like mushrooms or mold very much. His grandmother had made him gather mushrooms once, and he'd picked the wrong ones and had gotten sick. Hopefully this woman was friendly, and wouldn't turn him into a mushroom. What had she done to the town? Hopefully they'd managed to get away before it all turned to rot and fungus, but he wasn't sure.
"How long ago did the town...uh...become abandoned? It looks like it's been a long time..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2017 18:16:04 GMT -8
From the corners of their eyes, the two would see more blue and purple mushrooms slowly forming a ring around the perimeter of the city.
"Yes, it's been ten years. Ten....long years with no one else here to keep me company. It was such a tragedy that happened. Back then the city was quite beautiful. The groves of apples were the talk of the region, producing delicious apples of all sorts. One day, however, a wandering farmer dared come near my cave outside of town."
Viorè looked to beyond the husks of trees, towards a small cave near the mountainside of the valley.
"They interrupted my sleep and tried to exterminate my children for being a potential threat to their silly little trees. I came here about ten years ago, politely requesting that the citizens leave my children and I to sleep in the cave. The people weren't exactly....compliant."
She looks towards a skeleton covered in mold, looking like it was clawing at the ground to get away from something.
"Rather than leave me alone, they began to make demands of me. 'Leave us in peace, stop attacking our grove, don't hurt us anymore, forgive us'. Savages! So, I had to try another form of diplomacy. You know what they say- if you can't beat them, join them!"
She let out another giggle. Despite her laughter, she kept her eyes focused on the two. She continued to walk forward a little more.
"I don't know why they didn't take such advice immediately, but soon I showed them my love. The ones that weren't killed out right joined me and became my children, living here with me. Slowly I pushed my dominance from my cave towards the town, encroaching on their precious trees and soon the entire city was under my grasp. It took them...oh, say...three years to finally succumb? A few rebellious groups here and there tried to deny me but I forgave them. I'm just such I nice person like that."
Looked once more to another group of skeletons with weapons ranging from bows to swords. Mushrooms grew out of their skulls and left roots all over their bones. Their feet had been completely turned to dust.
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Alryca Starwell
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: She has a tall, lithe frame, if a bit better endowed than most of her elven kin. Long, platinum blonde hair streams down to nearly her waist, and her long fingers are frequently seen twirling it. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and constantly looking about to take in new sights. She has no particular preference in clothing, dressing reasonably fashionable as far as she can afford.
Clothes and Equipment: She has a wand that she carries on her person at all times, with it, she performs her magic. Sketchbooks and drawing items are held in a small satchel at her waist. She is usually wearing robes due to her position as a junior member of the Isran enclave, a position earned solely by the dearth of summoners amongst magic users.
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Jan 26, 2017 13:05:24 GMT -8
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Post by Alryca Starwell on Feb 16, 2017 6:43:19 GMT -8
Alryca swallowed nervously at the woman's description of what happened to the town. This was not a good situation, and she regretted not turning around as soon as she saw the first mushroom. Her sketchbook was hastily put away, the only thing in her hands the wand she entrusted her safety to.
"Why...uh...did you not leave them alone once they agreed to leave the cave alone? Or just find a different cave?"
She began to channel the mana around her, this womanshroom was clearly insane, and did not seem to want people to be able to leave.
(Charge 1)
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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 Feb 16, 2017 14:08:48 GMT -8
Roy gulped. This mushroom woman was crazy! She wasn't going to let them leave, and she'd turn them both into mushrooms...he glanced around, looking back and forth at the fungus growing from the skeletons and covering the houses. This had all happened ten years ago? What was a mushroom woman doing sitting alone in an empty town for ten years? This was all far too scary for Roy, but it was a bit too late to run now. After all, if he stepped in the wrong spot, he could burst a mushroom and send spores everywhere. Noticing the elf woman start to gather her magic, he tried to warm up a fireball in his hand, but couldn't quite get it going. A small flame flickered and choked in his hand, and but he was far too worried to focus properly on it. Why hadn't he practiced fireballs more when he had the chance?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2017 14:36:11 GMT -8
"A different cave?"
The woman's eye twitched as her smile contorted and violated physical limitations to become a horrible frown with clenched teeth. She stomped closer to Alryca, standing up to her full height of 6 feet.
"A DIFFERENT CAVE?!"
"No! It was my cave! Mine! I was sleeping peacefully when these heathens invaded my territory! But was I angry? No! I was forgiving! Rather than listen to their false promises of leaving the cave to me, I knew they wanted to become a part of my family. Why else would they wake me but to make me their ruler? And so here I stay, on a kingdom of my children."
Viorè held out her arms and gestured to the land around her, giggling. Soon enough she sighed and shook her head.
"Alas, as the years went on and their numbers dwindled, I fan out of people to bring into my family. For years now I've been alone, waiting for someone to come by and keep me company. But now you two arrive! After waiting for so long for someone to appear you two come of your own volition! I can only assume you wish to join the family as well?"
She dropped her hands back to her side and hunched over a little, as if preparing to pounce. A loud slicing noise could be heard as the two would see red barbed spikes force their way out of her fingers, forming claws on both hands. She seemed to also grow in size, shooting from her six feet in height to seven feet when hunched over. The ring of fungus began to shake violently, letting out combinations of rustling and hissing as their tendrils flailed wildly at the air. Beneath the three the ground began to crack and chip as slight tremors gave away the secret that something large was moving deep underground.
"Far be it from me to deny you this wish!"
With a maniacal cackle, she lunged towards Alryca with her right claw poised to slash her in half if she didn't move.
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Alryca Starwell
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: She has a tall, lithe frame, if a bit better endowed than most of her elven kin. Long, platinum blonde hair streams down to nearly her waist, and her long fingers are frequently seen twirling it. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and constantly looking about to take in new sights. She has no particular preference in clothing, dressing reasonably fashionable as far as she can afford.
Clothes and Equipment: She has a wand that she carries on her person at all times, with it, she performs her magic. Sketchbooks and drawing items are held in a small satchel at her waist. She is usually wearing robes due to her position as a junior member of the Isran enclave, a position earned solely by the dearth of summoners amongst magic users.
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Jan 26, 2017 13:05:24 GMT -8
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Post by Alryca Starwell on Feb 16, 2017 18:16:00 GMT -8
Alryca narrowly dodged out of the way, the claws tearing her robes even as they barely avoided her skin. A flash of light emanated from her wand and a fire elemental appeared in the space between Alryca and the crazy mushroom queen.
The Fire Elemental threw a weak fireball at the mushroom queen and Alryca took off running away from them, the elemental seeking to block any movement by the mushroom crazed witch in Alryca's direction.
"Run Roy!" She yelled to the man she had just met moments before.
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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 Feb 19, 2017 12:52:10 GMT -8
Roy ran off as well, trying his best to keep up with Alryca. What was going on? The mushroom woman was some kind of monster! The firebal in his hand sputtered, then finally managed to light properly. He threw it at the mushrooms, trying to burn through them and avoid releasing dangerous spores. Were the spores even dangerous? He didn't know, but decided that they probably were. Why had he even come here in the first place? He should have known that there would be crazy mushroom lady monsters.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 10:18:46 GMT -8
As Alryca dodged to the side and had her elemental shoot Viorè with flames, Viorè recoiled from the blast, letting out a shriek of pain. At the same moment, however, the mushrooms surrounding the town exploded in size, reaching into the sky as it tore up the ground below. The two were sealed in by a great blue wall of fungus. Viorè got back to her feet and turned to face them. Her face was half burnt off, revealing a human skeleton with charred flesh and muscle. As she looked ready to pounce again said flesh began to reform on her face, pieces of of it lashing out and grabbing the other side of her cheek to speed up regeneration. By the time she approached her face had almost reformed.
"You two will not be going ANYWHERE!" She hissed.
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Alryca Starwell
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: She has a tall, lithe frame, if a bit better endowed than most of her elven kin. Long, platinum blonde hair streams down to nearly her waist, and her long fingers are frequently seen twirling it. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and constantly looking about to take in new sights. She has no particular preference in clothing, dressing reasonably fashionable as far as she can afford.
Clothes and Equipment: She has a wand that she carries on her person at all times, with it, she performs her magic. Sketchbooks and drawing items are held in a small satchel at her waist. She is usually wearing robes due to her position as a junior member of the Isran enclave, a position earned solely by the dearth of summoners amongst magic users.
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Jan 26, 2017 13:05:24 GMT -8
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Post by Alryca Starwell on Feb 21, 2017 17:09:50 GMT -8
"Try and stop me you witch!" She yelled, backing away from the sudden growth of the mushrooms around the town.
Alryca mentally flipped through her sketchbook as she ran further, finally settling on something that would help them out of this mess. She just needed some more time .
"Roy!! I need you to hold her off! My elemental will help you!" She shouted towards him as she began charging mana again.
The fire elemental shot another blast of fire at the advancing mushroom queen, doing its best to protect the one who summoned 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 Feb 22, 2017 13:14:31 GMT -8
"Me? Why me?"
Roy stared at the elf woman in disbelief. What did she think he was? He couldn't hold off a giant mushroom monster woman! He warmed up another fireball in his hand, letting out a sigh of relief as it flickered and lit up nicely. What could he do that the fire elemental couldn't? He ran around the mushroom monster, trying to get behind her and distract her from Alryca. Perhaps she'd turn around and chase him, then trip and fall. That was his only chance of getting away, really...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2017 9:20:33 GMT -8
Although the fireball was another clean hit, causing Viore to writhe and scream in pain, she was keen to Roy's plan and lashed out at him. Her arm suddenly stretched from its normal length to almost three times longer, her fingers now wielding literal nine-inch nails. The wall of fungus around the city began to rumble. The two would notice easily that although they were moving only an inch a second, they were slowly closing in on the three.
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Alryca Starwell
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: She has a tall, lithe frame, if a bit better endowed than most of her elven kin. Long, platinum blonde hair streams down to nearly her waist, and her long fingers are frequently seen twirling it. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and constantly looking about to take in new sights. She has no particular preference in clothing, dressing reasonably fashionable as far as she can afford.
Clothes and Equipment: She has a wand that she carries on her person at all times, with it, she performs her magic. Sketchbooks and drawing items are held in a small satchel at her waist. She is usually wearing robes due to her position as a junior member of the Isran enclave, a position earned solely by the dearth of summoners amongst magic users.
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Jan 26, 2017 13:05:24 GMT -8
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Post by Alryca Starwell on Feb 24, 2017 17:33:19 GMT -8
The ignored fire elemental would throw another blast of fire at the mushroom queen, this time aimed for her claws outstretched at Roy.
Alryca had found what she was looking for and took cover near a house, peering around the corner to keep an eye on the woman's location. She had found the thing she was looking for and began to visualize it in her mind.
(Charge 1)
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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 Feb 26, 2017 10:53:08 GMT -8
Roy jumped back as the mushroom woman slashed at him, cutting his arm. The cuts stung, but would heal quickly enough. He scurried away, throwing another fireball at her. What were they going to do? He saw the mushrooms closing in, and hoped that Alryca had a plan to get them out. If things kept going the way they were going, they would be closed in between the mushrooms and the monster, with no way to escape. How had they angered the mushroom woman so much, anyway? Why hadn't they just left?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2017 12:30:00 GMT -8
Thanks to Royal's undead physique, the spores that were implanted into his skin fizzled away into nothing, leaving him unaffected as his wounds closed up. The fire elemental's blast would once again connect with her, causing her to recoil then scream in anger and frustration. Immediately her attention turned to the elemental as her arms began to regenerate from the impact.
"If you won't join my family then I'll feed you to my children!" She roared. Suddenly massive pink tendrils sprouted from her back. After wiggling for a second they slammed down into the ground, ripping up dirt and stone as they burrowed. Eventually they resurfaced, each of the six tendrils carrying a rock the size of a softball. As she walked towards the elemental, the tendrils hurled each of the rocks at the elemental's face, going back into the dirt each time to pull up another rock to repeat the process indefinitely.
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Alryca Starwell
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: She has a tall, lithe frame, if a bit better endowed than most of her elven kin. Long, platinum blonde hair streams down to nearly her waist, and her long fingers are frequently seen twirling it. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and constantly looking about to take in new sights. She has no particular preference in clothing, dressing reasonably fashionable as far as she can afford.
Clothes and Equipment: She has a wand that she carries on her person at all times, with it, she performs her magic. Sketchbooks and drawing items are held in a small satchel at her waist. She is usually wearing robes due to her position as a junior member of the Isran enclave, a position earned solely by the dearth of summoners amongst magic users.
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Jan 26, 2017 13:05:24 GMT -8
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Post by Alryca Starwell on Feb 28, 2017 12:30:03 GMT -8
The rocks connected with the fire elemental, which got one last blast off before being smothered by the stream of rocks.
Alryca continued to charge up the mana she needed for her next summon, which would at least be powerful enough to blast their way free of all these mushrooms.
"Come on Roy, you can do it." She muttered to herself as she watched her elemental get quenched.
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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 Feb 28, 2017 16:44:58 GMT -8
Roy scurried away from the elemental as it was crushed by rocks. He pulled his sword shakily from its sheath, holding it as tightly as he could with both hands. He'd never really liked swords much, but his cousin Roxanne had insisted that he carried it around. She'd taught him a little bit of swordsmanship when he was home, but he'd never gotten very good. Still, it would probably be more effective than his fireballs. He slashed at the tendrils, trying to cut them before they could throw more rocks. What was Alryca doing? Wasn't her spell ready yet?
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