The Kingdom of Rondón
Committed
Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Apr 25, 2017 10:37:00 GMT -8
@nicolaussoult would find himself directed into the city, where some passages were narrow and others wide, flower boxes beneath windows, and everything made of a warm, almost golden stone. There were many more who looked at him with his fourteen horses crowding up the streets, no doubt mucking it up as they clopped by, but it was not unlike what most nobles received (although there certainly usually wasn't this large of a retinue.) Finally, however, they'd make their way to the High District of Rondon, and into a large courtyard that was purely for those that could afford it, guardsmen on the outside of it to keep the rabble from coming in. They had apparently already been informed of the Gauldish' lords approach. Here, the buildings were much more ornate, as were the doors and windows and facades, and from down the wide, shallow steps to its large building came a man in the liveried colors of Rondon. Stable boys ran out to greet them, there to take the horses if necessary. "Benvenidos," called the man as he came forward, his arms wide. "Lord Soult, a pleasure, a pleasure it is, and your company, yes. A surprise, to be sure, but a pleasure, indeed. Have you servants and men that might be following with carts and carts of luggage and effects?" the man asked, clapping his hands together in front of his chest as he looked on from three or four steps from the pavement.
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The Kingdom of Rondón
Committed
Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Apr 25, 2017 10:40:13 GMT -8
"Ah, but Grandmama is but the most respected of all family members," Don Alberto said to Grandma with a flourish. He then lifted an arm, his half-cape fluttering away from himself as he gestured for her to walk through the building and toward one of the ornate doors. "Let me bring you to her Majesty," the man said. "We will talk along the way. Talk, perhaps, of the trade you have in mind. What goods, or... services...., does dear Grandmama have to barter with in our fair city?" Don Alberto asked, very much like a shark in the water as he walked alongside Grandma through the halls of the Merchant Guildhall.
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The Kingdom of Rondón
Committed
Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Apr 25, 2017 10:52:59 GMT -8
"No," answered Roberto as he walked, leading Roxanne through the halls. "So this means you should be very honored, or perhaps very afraid. How is your immunity to poisons? Never mind, forget I ask that." He walked Roxanne through the halls, a little sashay through his hips. Occasionally he'd say something in Rondi and gesture to Roxanne as he spoke to other servants, and then came to a room. "Here we are!" He threw open the door with aplomb and stepped in, breathing in the scent of roses and lemon and taking it upon himself to come to the window and open it out into the gardens, for which surely the palace got its name. "You have something to wear for dinner, don't you?"
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Apr 25, 2017 11:37:20 GMT -8
Roxanne's eyes widened when Roberto mentioned poisons. He had to be joking, didn't he? Surely they wouldn't try to poison her. Once they reached the room, though, all thoughts of being poisoned left her mind. She'd never even been in such a luxurious room before, much less stayed in one for free! The bed looked even softer than the one she had at home, and the whole room just smelled nice. When Roberto mentioned dinner wear, though, she paused.
"Um...I've got something, I suppose. Is it formal? I don't want to be underdressed...or overdressed, for that matter."
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Apr 25, 2017 11:48:21 GMT -8
Lord Soult made sure his presence had minimal impact on the people in the city, even going so far as to toss some money to some poor children, his knights performing similar acts, something the people of his fief were used to. It was done in a quiet manner, only those on the receiving end really realizing what happened.
Upon entrance to the ornate part of the city, he and his group dismounted, half the knights accompanying him following the stable hands to see where the horses were settled.
Lord Soult greeted the man warmly, bowing low with a minimal sweeping gesture.
"None at all, we travelled light, there being little need for such things on the road. This is truly a beautiful city though, I look forward to seeing the rest of it."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Apr 25, 2017 12:35:09 GMT -8
The Kingdom of Rondón Offering the man a gracious smile, Grandma gives him her thanks when he says he will bring her to the queen. Grandma follows after Alberto at an almost tottering pace. She intended to play the part of a clueless and rich foreigner for the moment, as that’s what she guessed this man wanted. It was always easier to deceive someone when you went along with their fantasies. “Talking about trade, that does sound rather agreeable. Well, as I’m from the Free City of Isra, I’m looking for goods that are specifically in demand there. I’ve heard very good things about the wine in Rondon, and luxury goods are always in demand in Isra. As for what I have to offer, a very large bank account to start with. Of course, I have other more specialized things to offer, but for wine, I would simply be looking to purchase it with gold.” Although Grandma appeared to be giving Alberto her full attention, she was still keeping an eye on the other things going on within the guild. She wasn’t looking for anything specifically, but any hints of how trade worked in Rondon could prove helpful.
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Queen Xiomara of Rondón
Established
The Iron Rose
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Appears 28 - 35 years old
Physical Description: ---------------
Tall, statuesque. Sable-haired with smooth, porcelain skin and tawny-gold eyes. She is always seen with red-painted lips, which lends to her nickname, the Iron Rose.
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Clothes and Equipment: Xiomara is always dressed as a queen should be. She can be gaudy and ostentatious when the occasion calls for it, but is usually dressed in more somber colors with accents of gold. She is never seen without a crown or coronet on her head.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2017 20:41:04 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Xiomara of Rondón on May 18, 2017 19:06:33 GMT -8
At long last, a small dinner was served between the Queen of Rondon and the three interesting guests that had come to her city walls; Grandma , Roxanne Fletcher and Duke Nicolas Soult. The Iron Rose was dressed in a gown that was of obvious wealth, but wore no ostentatious jewelry. The table they sat at was a long table, with the Queen at one end and Grandma at the other, Roxy and Nicholas across from each other. Grandma had just missed the Queen at the Merchant Guild earlier today, but a messenger had arrived to move Grandma to the castle to get accomodations there. Lord Soult had been sent with an invitation for dinner, but it would be only Grandma and Roxanne that were invited to sleep within the Palace of Thorns itself. They were all seated, the first course had already been served, and polite small-talk had been made about this, that, and the other thing, but it was as the true dinner came under way -- salad plates cleared and small Rondi fowl, seasoned with saffron and paprika was set before everyone that the Queen raised a toast. "To visitors, both expected and unexpected," she said, and then drank. She picked up her knife and double-pronged fork and began to cut into her fowl. It was stuffed with delectable legumes and other vegetables that would enhance the flavor of the perfectly moist meat, the tang of something citrus rising as they cut into their meal. "Gauldin, Isra, and the Fletcher States. How fortuitous that all of you visit my city today. Do any of you know each other any deeper than a simple introduction?" the Queen asked, her piercing gaze moving around the table. [Given this is a conversation RP, feel free to only post your response and a short sentence. Or post your usual length, if that's what you'd prefer. Conversation RP is usually snappy, though, so if you wanna keep it going at that pace, I'm totally fine with that. As a heads up, I'll be posting that way save for whatever I need to DM or feel the need to point out.]
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on May 18, 2017 19:28:32 GMT -8
Grandma took a sip of her drink in response to the toast, smacking her lips slightly in satisfaction. Cutting off a modest piece of the fowl, Grandma popped it into her mouth, chewing it with a look of contemplation on her face. It had quite a unique flavor to it, something she wouldn’t have usually seen in Isra, but still quite delectable.
“I don’t believe I have met either of these fine folk before. I am known simply as Grandma, it’s a pleasure to meet the two of you. I would also like to thank you, Queen Xiomara, for inviting us to such a lovely dinner. This food is absolutely delightful tasting and a breath of fresh air compared to what I normally eat.”
Grandma offered a smile to Roxanne and the Duke while she introduced herself to them. She also gave the Queen a nod of respect as she finished speaking, Grandma's attention now returning to her food for the moment.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on May 20, 2017 10:48:54 GMT -8
Duke Soult held his glass up as well to join in the toast, taking a rather large sip following it.
"I have not met either of them as well, I am Duke Soult, ruler of the Duchy of Arcoux, a pleasure to have such excellent company at the table. I would like to echo Grandma's thanks, Queen Xiomara, the dinner and your city are a relief after weeks on the road. When I do return to Gauldin, it will be with nothing but praise for this City and its people."
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on May 20, 2017 15:11:14 GMT -8
Roxanne raised her glass along with the rest of them, but took a much daintier sip than Soult. The wine was excellent, but she preferred the Gaulish variety. Looking around, she realized that she was very out of place here. Dinners with rulers of duchies and kingdoms were not exactly her cup of tea, after all. Even if her family was rich, she was no aristocrat. Not by a long shot.
"As they've already mentioned, none of us know each other. I'm Roxanne Fletcher, and it's very nice to meet you all. Queen Xiomara, thank you for your kindness...also, if I may ask, how is your son? His ankle was badly sprained, last time I saw him. Is he alright?"
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Queen Xiomara of Rondón
Established
The Iron Rose
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Appears 28 - 35 years old
Physical Description: ---------------
Tall, statuesque. Sable-haired with smooth, porcelain skin and tawny-gold eyes. She is always seen with red-painted lips, which lends to her nickname, the Iron Rose.
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Clothes and Equipment: Xiomara is always dressed as a queen should be. She can be gaudy and ostentatious when the occasion calls for it, but is usually dressed in more somber colors with accents of gold. She is never seen without a crown or coronet on her head.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2017 20:41:04 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Xiomara of Rondón on May 21, 2017 19:03:21 GMT -8
"Interesting," Xiomara said as each spoke. Neither of them knew the others, but Fate somehow found them at her dinner table. She tapped a manicured nail against her wine glass, then set it down, turning those intense, gold eyes onto Roxanne. "The Crown Prince has been healed, but his ego is still bruised."
She then turned her attention on the Duke and Grandma. "Strange that you have never met before. Perhaps you two still know of each other? I was given to believe that Gauldin and Isra had regular business between their nations."
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Jack Reed
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Physical Description: Jack is an old man, hard and grizzled from a life at sea. Once blue eyes are now watery and grey, and his hair and beard long ago turned white. His hands are rough and calloused and scarred from a lifetime of hard work on ships and boats.
Clothes and Equipment: Usually seen in sturdy, practical clothing that's slightly dated and out of fashion. He always has a long knife on him, and often wears a cutlass as well. He always wears an amulet that he swear is a lucky charm, but people with a sensitivity to magic might notice that it is enchanted with wards and charms related to the weather.
Registered: May 22, 2017 8:01:42 GMT -8
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Post by Jack Reed on May 22, 2017 8:36:30 GMT -8
Rondon wasn't where he was born, but no one seemed to know where Jack had been born. It was his home port now, in any case, and he was glad to be back. Not that he was smiling or laughing or otherwise participating in the sorts of displays the younger men sometimes did. These days, his happiness was reserved, and only the people that knew him well would know the difference. He resisted the urge to call out orders to the men. They would have followed, but it wasn't proper. He owned the ship, but he had hired another man to captain her. Just as he had other men to captain his other ships. He could take command if he wanted to, of course, but he had the captain for a reason, and undermining him before the men wouldn't serve his purpose at all. Instead, he stood out of the way, beside the helmsman, and observed. It was a good crew. Good officers. In his younger years, he would have been proud to command such a group. He balanced easily on the rolling deck still. After so many years spent mostly at sea, it was the land that occasionally threw him off-balance. But it was back to shore anyway. He had things to look after, and that could only be done from the port.
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The Kingdom of Rondón
Committed
Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on May 22, 2017 14:39:33 GMT -8
The bustling port of Rondon was actually separated from the main city that was up on the hills. Some clap-trap buildings were fostered down on the river front to provide hasty meals and sleeping places, but most went on their way up the main road to the cream-colored walls of Rondon. The little port town, however, was as busy as a bee hive, with what seemed like a thousand sails of different ships lined up onto the Ryel River -- a River so wide that it could easily accomodate naval warfare itself, so this busy port made no hindrance on the river travel. The Rondi flag swept back and forth on the breeze, rippling with its gold and green. The Sergeant of the Docks and the guard were patrolling the many different piers, and no doubt, this new ship of Jack Reed's would be approached, papers and acquisitions asked for, as well as a reminder of the tax for selling and purchasing within the port of Rondon -- for foreigners. There was a different tax bracket for those that were citizens of Rondon... ... and almost a punishment tax for those that belonged to Zephyr.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on May 22, 2017 16:04:38 GMT -8
Grandma squinted at the Duke as if attempting to remember if she had ever heard anything about him before. After a few moments of this, she shook her head, taking another sip of her drink before speaking.
“I don’t believe I have heard of him before, unfortunately. I haven’t visited Gauldin that often, perhaps he was at the wedding of the Queen and King of Gauldin that I attended a few years ago, but I don’t remember hearing about him specifically. Perhaps you’ve heard of me, Duke? I did get the charter to set up the Black Tower’s Gauldin branch, although I’m not sure how much that news circled around in Gauldin’s nobility.”
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Jack Reed
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Physical Description: Jack is an old man, hard and grizzled from a life at sea. Once blue eyes are now watery and grey, and his hair and beard long ago turned white. His hands are rough and calloused and scarred from a lifetime of hard work on ships and boats.
Clothes and Equipment: Usually seen in sturdy, practical clothing that's slightly dated and out of fashion. He always has a long knife on him, and often wears a cutlass as well. He always wears an amulet that he swear is a lucky charm, but people with a sensitivity to magic might notice that it is enchanted with wards and charms related to the weather.
Registered: May 22, 2017 8:01:42 GMT -8
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Post by Jack Reed on May 22, 2017 18:21:03 GMT -8
Jack's paperwork and documentation were all in order, but so in order as to be suspicious. He'd been at this a long time, and he knew how the game was played. Almost no one in sea trade was entirely on the up-and-up, and the ones that were usually were too young and inexperienced to have all their documents sorted. But a little undeclared Gauldish wine and a bottle discretely slipped to the inspector, and he would blend right in. At least, that was how Bonny Jack Reed thought, anyway. And it had served him perfectly well so far.
He occasionally considered setting things up so his holdings in Rondon were all owned and operated by locals, but that seemed like more trouble than it was worth. He was prepared to pay the fine on smuggling a dozen bottles of wine for his personal cellar. He was not about to deal with the repercussions of that scale of tax dodging. Especially considering that it would put him at the mercy of the people that owned his business on paper. No, better to play that by Rondi rules, pay the extra, and let it lie. Besides, it paid on good terms on with the local government, and nothing buys good terms like handfuls of money.
He left his new captain and crew to handle the work of getting everything settled in and walked up to the city proper. The road up the hills wasn't kind to his old knees and back, especially when he didn't have his land legs under him, but he hiked it anyway. Jack had never been particularly fond of horses.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on May 23, 2017 16:20:14 GMT -8
"The King prefers to keep that business to himself I guess, as he does with most of the trade agreements. I was aware that the Black Tower was placed on our lands, but not who had negotiated it. Doubtless I would have known had it been placed on my lands. I was at the Royal Wedding, but spent most of the time ensuring my two brothers did not do anything that would raise the ire of the king."
He chuckled at the last, recalling the relief he had felt when he found the wolverine they had planned to hide in the altar.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on May 23, 2017 17:07:46 GMT -8
At the mention of his brothers, Roxanne's eyes widened in recognition. She did recognize the name after all! She'd almost forgotten, and it hadn't sounded familiar at first.
"Oh, Duke Soult? Are your brothers names Jean and Jacques? I think I've met them before. I worked for them, fighting barbarians in the woods. That was some time ago, though."
Turning to the queen, she added:
"It's good to hear about the prince, Queen Xiomara. He seems like a nice boy. I'm sure he'll be a great ruler someday."
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Thomas Montgomery
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Physical Description: Thomas is an older man, with wrinkles, grey hair, and stern expression. Slightly below overage height, and average build, Thomas is the sort of man that could easily blend into the crowd in most cities and towns without drawing a second glance.
Clothes and Equipment:
Thomas usually dresses in a relatively fashionable, fairly conservative manner.When traveling, he wears sturdier, more rugged clothing for the road, but nothing that could be called adventuring gear. He is unlikely to be found armed with anything more than a pocket knife or perhaps dagger.
Registered: May 21, 2017 8:15:55 GMT -8
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Post by Thomas Montgomery on May 24, 2017 22:52:21 GMT -8
Thomas arrived in Rondon in the same completely un-noteworthy manner he arrived in most places. Blending into the normal comings and goings of the city, he strode through the gates and into the city with a minimum of fuss, and was most likely immediately forgotten by the guards. If they even noticed him in the first place. He made his way to a nondescript bar in the eastern section of the city and set himself up at a table to wait for the others to arrive. He was slightly early, since he had found that it was best to be the first one to arrive for these things. He ordered a bottle of the house red and several glasses, then leaned back in his chair to wait. Feanor Vala , @likethecupcakes , Ramike Thorval , and Ravven Fletcher had been given the location, the time, and his name. It should not be a terribly long wait for the group to arrive.
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on May 25, 2017 7:25:14 GMT -8
Ravven passed through the gates of Rondon with a rather weary expression on his face. It had taken several days of hard traveling to get here in time for the job he had seen advertised. Fortunately for Ravven, it didn’t take long to reach the bar that was denoted as the meeting place in the information he had received. It didn’t look like a very notable bar to him, but he supposed whoever was hiring them might not want much attention brought to this task. Walking stick in hand, Ravven entered the bar, glancing around for anyone who struck him as particularly rich or eccentric. Although he saw his soon to be employer, the man didn’t strike him as that sort of person, in terms of his appearance at least. Instead, he approached the bar, the note of information he had received in hand. “Is a Thomas Montgomery here?” Ravven’s question was directed at the bar keeper, but his voice was loud enough that those in the room would be able to hear him as well.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2017 7:37:20 GMT -8
Behind Ravven would be an unusually tall woman, easily a foot taller than the tallest person he'd ever seen, slowly walking up. Her attire- a blue skirt and matching top, both short enough to show off her rather curvaceous body- suggest she wasn't here for dungeon delving but her massive backpack, complete with climbing tools, a magic spellbook strapped to one side, and what looked like a massive sledgehammer, suggested otherwise.
"Oh....you're here for Mr. Montgomery as well?" She asked when Ravven spoke up. "Are you here for that quest to the lost city then?"
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