Ramike Thorval
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 19
Physical Description: Countless hours in the sun have left Ramike's fair skin freckled and her skilled hands leathery. Her long, and almost always braided, auburn hair reaches the middle of her back. Her penetrating grey eyes hardly miss a thing. She has an agile and fit physique. Her skin is a history of her life that take the shape of many scars. She has a number of tattoos that she tries to keep hidden from prying eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ramike's clothes are not particularly noteworthy. She typically dawns practical, dull colored clothing and dusty, but sturdy, leather boots. Her traveling cloak is dark brown wool with gold embroidered trim.
She keeps a medium sized dagger strapped to her thigh at all times. Her favored weapon is her bow of dark mahogany wood. Her quiver is embroidered with the same golden pattern as her cloak.
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Player's online availability : Multiple times daily
Registered: May 22, 2017 21:50:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ramike Thorval on May 25, 2017 13:09:38 GMT -8
This was the correct place, wasn't it? Ramike wasn't sure. She had never visited Rondon before. It was exquisitely beautiful and its narrow roads and tall buildings made it easy to get lost in. There was no way to be certain, so she stepped inside. She made her way to the bartender, but before she reached him, she stopped in her tracks. That was a very tall woman. She stood behind a man of normal stature but dwarfed him in comparison. The climbing gear and sledgehammer inclined Ramke to believe this woman was one of her traveling companions. Ramike reached up to tap her on the shoulder, missing by a few inches and came into contact with the middle of her back instead.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I assume we are to be traveling together?" She said with a wry smile. Whatever was to come, this woman seemed capable and made Ramike feel at least a little safer.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 5, 2024 7:11:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2017 13:47:32 GMT -8
The giant women looked down at the tapping and smiled.
"Oh! I believe so! Are you here to explore the lost city as well?" She responded. Ducking a little, she held out her hand to shake.
"I'm Debbie. I'll be your mage for the expedition."
She stood up again and pulled from her bag a pastry wrapped in protective foil. The little cake was white with red fluffy frosting on top.
"Cupcake? It's my primary method of casting magic. Edible potions. Tasty but powerful!"
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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 25, 2017 14:40:03 GMT -8
Thomas raised his hand when he heard his name mentioned over by the bar. “Ladies. Sir. I am Thomas Montgomery. I represent the financial backers for this expedition. If you will join me here. I believe we are still waiting for one more to arrive, but there is no harm in taking a few moments to get to know the people you will be working with. I have taken the liberty of ordering a bottle.”
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 5, 2024 7:11:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2017 14:59:56 GMT -8
Debbie bowed slightly as Thomas spoke.
"A pleasure to meet you finally, Sir. I'm honored that my academy would recommend me for this expedition and I promise to do my best to keep everyone safe!"
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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 16:45:11 GMT -8
Ravven turned around when Debbie spoke to him, eyeing her up and down somewhat cautiously. After a moment of consideration, he seemed to relax a bit. “Yes, I’m also here for that quest. From the sounds of it, it has the potential to be very profitable.” That’s when Ramike entered and addressed Debbie. Thomas Montgomery also had come over and made himself known. Their employer was surprisingly normal looking, Ravven had been expecting someone a bit more eccentric looking. “Nice to meet you, Sir. Hopefully, the final member will arrive soon, I’m quite excited to hear what else about our task you have to tell us.”
Turning his attention back to Debbie and Ramike, he decided he should probably offer a brief introduction. “The names Ravven, Ravven Fletcher. I’m pretty good with knives and also have a good idea on how traps and the such operate. I hope we’ll all be able to get along on this trip.”
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Ramike Thorval
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 19
Physical Description: Countless hours in the sun have left Ramike's fair skin freckled and her skilled hands leathery. Her long, and almost always braided, auburn hair reaches the middle of her back. Her penetrating grey eyes hardly miss a thing. She has an agile and fit physique. Her skin is a history of her life that take the shape of many scars. She has a number of tattoos that she tries to keep hidden from prying eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ramike's clothes are not particularly noteworthy. She typically dawns practical, dull colored clothing and dusty, but sturdy, leather boots. Her traveling cloak is dark brown wool with gold embroidered trim.
She keeps a medium sized dagger strapped to her thigh at all times. Her favored weapon is her bow of dark mahogany wood. Her quiver is embroidered with the same golden pattern as her cloak.
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Player's online availability : Multiple times daily
Registered: May 22, 2017 21:50:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ramike Thorval on May 25, 2017 17:00:36 GMT -8
Ramike followed Thomas to his table and removed her equipment, a bow and a rucksack, before sitting down.
"I am very anxious to get started. I love a good adventure." She smiled. "I am an experienced archer and a novice elemental mage. I have good survival skills as well. I hope that my talents serve us all well." Unsure of her trust for her companions at the moment, she chose to keep her shapeshifting to herself for now.
"You seem likable enough, even with that gloomy face of yours," She looked at Ravven with a face that she hoped conveyed her lighthearted sarcasm.
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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 25, 2017 22:04:08 GMT -8
The bottle arrived, along with tapas -- a Rondi tradition of enjoying specially-prepared 'finger foods' with the wine, paired against the varietals that were harvested and fermented depending on where you were within Rondon. It was delivered by a smiling Rondi made, a little plump, with laughing brown eyes. She set out the bottle and the glasses and the platter of food, speaking in quick Rondi to describe each one of the delights. Although with one look she could tell they were all foreigners, the woman didn't know Common and hoped that at least one of them sitting at the table would be versed-enough in the language. It was similar-ish to Gauldish, anyway. Ramike Thorval Ravven Fletcher Thomas Montgomery
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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 25, 2017 22:16:19 GMT -8
True to form, Jack Reed was right on the money. The slight criminal activity was almost business as usual for the merchants and sailors and dock workers and pier guards down at the wharf, where the city of Rondon loomed up behind them, nestled in the hills. Things went over without a hitch, none of his supplies seriously looked into it as it seemed that Jack and his captain and his crew seemed to 'understand' how things 'worked' in a bustling city port like the one they'd arrived at. Jack's trek up to the city would be easy. The road was a familiar one, kept smooth given the how often it was used. If his papers were in correct order, he'd find no trouble at the gates, either, although maybe a concerned look from a guard or two at his advanced age, nice clothes, and a lack of a horse...
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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 26, 2017 9:26:22 GMT -8
Thomas seemed to understand Rondi perfectly well, and to speak it almost fluently. He had a noticeable accent, but not enough to make it hard to understand him. Overall, it gave the impression of a man that visited often enough to be reasonably familiar with the local ways, but no so often as to stand out from the other travelers that passed through the city. If he was any more forgettable, it would almost be suspicious. “Yes, it should be quite profitable for all involved. A ship has been hired to transport your team to the island. Once there, you will establish a camp and foray into the city itself. Your purpose is primarily exploration and fact-finding. You will be escorting the scholar that found the map, one Mister Tavish. Tavish will be our representative on-site, and as such, his safety is paramount.” He sipped from his wine and looked around the group, appraising each in turn. “This expedition is largely speculative. There is a chance that the city cannot be found. Or that if found, it will contain no treasures to speak of. In such a case, we are prepared to compensate you for your time and trouble in the amount of five gold pieces per day. Otherwise, you will each receive five percent of such moneys and treasures as you find and return to civilization.” “In the case of disputed values of treasures and artifacts, the monetary compensation will be based on either the actual sale price at auction, or determined by a mutually agreeable third-party appraiser. Are you all in agreement with these terms?” He looked at Ramike Thorval , Ravven Fletcher , and @likethecupcakes , waiting for them to respond to the offer.
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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 26, 2017 10:45:18 GMT -8
Ravven shrugged at Ramike’s comment about his gloomy face. Everyone always told him he should smile more, but he really didn’t really know why he should do so if he didn’t have something to be happy about. “Well, if we happen to find a great treasure on this island, I’ll show you my happy face.”
His tone was dry, but the glimmer in his eyes was somewhat playful. Taking a glass of wine, Ravven took a sip while he listened to Montgomery outline what they would be doing on the expedition. “That sounds pretty fair to me. I do have a question though, if we find an artifact we like that’s value is five percent or less, are we allowed to take the artifact in place of money?” He didn’t know what they’d find on this island, but if trinkets and treasures were discovered, Ravven fancied he’d rather just claim one of them instead of cash, assuming it was allowed.
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Ramike Thorval
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 19
Physical Description: Countless hours in the sun have left Ramike's fair skin freckled and her skilled hands leathery. Her long, and almost always braided, auburn hair reaches the middle of her back. Her penetrating grey eyes hardly miss a thing. She has an agile and fit physique. Her skin is a history of her life that take the shape of many scars. She has a number of tattoos that she tries to keep hidden from prying eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ramike's clothes are not particularly noteworthy. She typically dawns practical, dull colored clothing and dusty, but sturdy, leather boots. Her traveling cloak is dark brown wool with gold embroidered trim.
She keeps a medium sized dagger strapped to her thigh at all times. Her favored weapon is her bow of dark mahogany wood. Her quiver is embroidered with the same golden pattern as her cloak.
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Player's online availability : Multiple times daily
Registered: May 22, 2017 21:50:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ramike Thorval on May 26, 2017 11:43:13 GMT -8
She wished she could understand their server. She seemed sweet, with an air of giddy happiness around her.
Ramike smiled, she liked Ravven. Anyone who doesn't feel the need to put on a pleasant face for others was honest. And she understood the desire not to pretend.
She eyed the glass of wine sitting in front of her. Never being one for wine, she wondered if it would be rude not to drink it. But she couldn't let such a luxury go to waste, so she gave in and took a sip. It was much sweeter than she was expecting, and she quite liked it. She continued to sip away as their beneficiary informed them of what was to come.
"The pay seems fair," she stated. "and I'm not much of a collector, so I don't expect I will find anything I deem worth taking home. I'm here for the journey and to uncover this alleged cities secrets."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 5, 2024 7:11:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2017 12:03:05 GMT -8
Debbie listened to Thomas Montgomery as he explained the situation with her arms crossed. Oddly enough she politely refused the wine and opted for a large metal bottle filled with unknown contents. She nodded to each of the things he said. Unlike the others, she wasn't here for money or glory. Income had never been a problem for her- it was provided by the academy. Even if they somehow cut her off she would have more than enough from her normal explorations and tomb-raiding. No, what she wanted most out of this was experience and knowledge. When the academy first mentioned the expedition to her group she knew she had to sign up for it. She had to. An ancient city must certainly contain relics of a bygone era that she could exploit! Any chance to learn and create a new spell to convert into potion form, then that into cupcake form is nothing short of the pinnacle of her arcane mastery. As the others spoke she remained silent, listening to them first before speaking up herself. She sat up a little in her seat, causing it to creak a little as she raised her hand. "The pay is indeed fair," She began, her eyes beginning their trek by looking towards Thomas but slowly turning to Ravven, "But would it be possible for us to share any unwanted artifacts we find? I'm hoping to find relics to research and gain magical knowledge from, but not just to write it down in a tome." She put her hand down as she pulled out four cupcakes. Each one was chocolate flavored with a white dollop of vanilla frosting topping it. "My goal after graduating the academy is to become what I can an arcane baker. You see, these are potions in edible form. Potions, typically, can be bitter or bland to drink. My cupcakes, so I've been told, are sweet and fluffy- a delicious treat to have on a battlefield." She placed one by each person, keeping the fourth for herself. "I have been collecting spells from all over the world- known and new- in the hopes of organizing them based on whether they can safely be made into potions or not, then organizing that list into what can be used as a baking ingredient. One method of collecting spells is to discern them from already-magical artifacts. Detecting and dismantling artifacts will tell me what spell was used, what its intended purpose was, its duration, intensity, even the activation method and person of origin if the spell is powerful enough! With such knowledge I can reverse engineer a reliable potion and cooking ingredient. I'll gladly give up my share of the wealth in exchange for the artifacts you wish to take home." She turned back to Thomas after a slight pause. "In fact, sir, I was wondering if I could be involved afterwards with the research on anything we uncover. Would that be acceptable?" Debbie took a bite of her cupcake, fluffy flakes of cake left on her lips as she chewed happily.
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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 27, 2017 9:46:14 GMT -8
Thomas listened to them each speak in turn, then nodded. “Yes, I am sure an arrangement could be reached for you to keep certain artifacts and treasures in lieu of coin for your part in the expedition. I understand the potential for such treasures is a substantial part of the lure for professionals in the field of exploration and discovery. The specifics of such claims will need to be negotiated afterwards, of course, given the uncertainty of what exactly remains to be found.”
After a moment of brief consideration, he turned to @likethecupcakes . “I am not authorized to negotiate any further contracts concerning events following this particular expedition, but I would imagine that an exemplary performance in the city would be a fine addition to any resume concerning employment examining such artifacts as might be found there.”
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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 27, 2017 16:43:27 GMT -8
Ravven nodded in agreement to Montgomery’s answer, apparently satisfied with it. The arrangement sounded perfectly reasonable to him. It would be helpful that both his companions could use magic, even if one of them was more of a novice in it. He wondered if the other person joining them would also be a mage. “I think that answers most of the questions I have, at least, that you would know the answers to. I’ve very curious about what’s on this island, but it sounds like the only way to find that out is going there ourselves. Actually, I do have one other question. How long will it take to reach this island from Rondon by boat?” It wasn’t a particularly important piece of info, but Ravven did prefer to know what type of journey they should be expecting. If it was far away it would also be harder to request needed supplies or tools if something went awry. Slouching in his seat slightly, Ravven rolled his neck back and forth, popping sounds accompanying the motion. He hoped the expedition would be worth the trouble.
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on May 28, 2017 12:15:15 GMT -8
Thomas MontgomeryFeanor came jogging neatly into the place where he had been told to go. Thankfully, he had been near Rondon when the summons had been sent. "Mr. Montgomery, sorry I am late. I ran into some ogres outside and they insisted on having me for dinner."
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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 28, 2017 19:49:57 GMT -8
" Ogres?!" came a voice from beside Feanor Vala, a man who was sitting at a able not too far away. He said the word with Rondi florish, and the other men he was with immediately began to drop into quick Rondi as well, as the word traveled about the tavern. The pretty, dark-eyed maid who was coming back around to the table where Ravven Fletcher, Thomas Montgomery, @likethecupcakes, and Ramike Thorval were sitting, to see if they needed a refill of their wine immediately stopped walking and gasped, a hand fluttering up to her breast. " Esten ogres?!" she asked with horror, her eyes wide. Men began to stir. Ogres? In Rondon? This close? Someone immediately slammed down their mug and took up their sword and left, and men were going to follow. By now, the guards had probably been summoned as well.
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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 28, 2017 20:00:17 GMT -8
Xiomara sat comfortably in her seat, and her gold, lioness' eyes switched between the faces sitting at the intimate table. They all seemed to somehow know each other, one way or another. Roxanne Fletcher seemed to know Duke Nicolas Soult's brothers, and Grandma seemed to have some sort of set up in Gauldin. She ate a piece of her tender fowl, ate a bit of salad, sipped her wine, and then found herself spoken to by Roxy. "Mm. I am proud of him, when he's not disappointing me," she mentioned of Rafael. Her gaze moved to the Duke and Grandma. "Rondon is a merchant nation. We're wealthy with ships, and more importantly, connections. What can Rondon do for either one of you?" She wondered, idly, if the Duke was single. She wondered, vaguely, if it would be worth it to sacrifice a princess to the Duke. And Grandma... how did Grandma play in all this?
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Ramike Thorval
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 19
Physical Description: Countless hours in the sun have left Ramike's fair skin freckled and her skilled hands leathery. Her long, and almost always braided, auburn hair reaches the middle of her back. Her penetrating grey eyes hardly miss a thing. She has an agile and fit physique. Her skin is a history of her life that take the shape of many scars. She has a number of tattoos that she tries to keep hidden from prying eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ramike's clothes are not particularly noteworthy. She typically dawns practical, dull colored clothing and dusty, but sturdy, leather boots. Her traveling cloak is dark brown wool with gold embroidered trim.
She keeps a medium sized dagger strapped to her thigh at all times. Her favored weapon is her bow of dark mahogany wood. Her quiver is embroidered with the same golden pattern as her cloak.
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Player's online availability : Multiple times daily
Registered: May 22, 2017 21:50:21 GMT -8
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Post by Ramike Thorval on May 28, 2017 20:03:56 GMT -8
Ramike laughed as she watched the men leave. "Let's hope you were telling the truth, Feanor, or you might have some men, and not to mention, the city guard, who aren't too happy with you."
She finished off her glass of wine and almost went to pour another, but being the light weighted individual she was, she decided not to. "It's about time you showed up, I was about to claim your share of the fortune all for myself." Ramike looked up at the man and gave him a toothy grin.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 5, 2024 7:11:11 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 22:39:13 GMT -8
A messenger was sent to Queen Xiomara of Rondón while she was entertaining Grandma, Roxanne Fletcher, and Duke Nicolas Soult. While the group spoke, Xiomara listened to the quiet message in her ear, then nodded her head. "Send her in." The doors opened and in walked Soraya. Her skin was too pale and her eyes too blue to be of pure Rondi descent, but she seemed comfortable in her own skin. Very comfortable. Each step forward flashed her thigh and the garters that she had pinned up there. She wore magic upon her like an expensive perfume, and although she looked at those that were around the table, when she leaned over to brush her lips against Xiomara's ear, it was to speak something quiet to her and her alone.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 5, 2024 7:11:10 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 23:11:33 GMT -8
" Ogres?!" came a voice from beside Feanor Vala , a man who was sitting at a able not too far away. He said the word with Rondi florish, and the other men he was with immediately began to drop into quick Rondi as well, as the word traveled about the tavern. The pretty, dark-eyed maid who was coming back around to the table where Ravven Fletcher , Thomas Montgomery , @likethecupcakes , and Ramike Thorval were sitting, to see if they needed a refill of their wine immediately stopped walking and gasped, a hand fluttering up to her breast. " Esten ogres?!" she asked with horror, her eyes wide. Men began to stir. Ogres? In Rondon? This close? Someone immediately slammed down their mug and took up their sword and left, and men were going to follow. By now, the guards had probably been summoned as well. Debbie tensed up. She didn't understand what they were saying but it was obvious the sound of ogres was riling them up. The last thing she or anyone else wanted was panic. Quickly she pulled out a red cupcake with cinnamon frosting. Popping the entire thing into her mouth and swallowing, she closed her eyes in concentration and cleared her throat. "Everyone, calm down." She called to the tavern. To anyone listening it would sound like their fluent tongue, even to people speaking different languages. Yet, to Debbie, it was still her own Gauldin speech. The cupcake apparently had the power to translate to anyone she spoke to. "My associate was merely making a joke, you see." She said with a nervous chuckle. Her hands were halfway up, motioning to the ground as if to calm the group down. "It's just explorer humor. If it's not ogres it's dragons, am I right? Heh, heh...." Bending down to whisper into Feanor Vala 's ear. "Listen, I don't know if you actually ran into any ogres or not," She said hurriedly but in a more pleading tone, "But I don't think anyone in this room can understand you other than the word ogre. Let's try to avoid starting a panic over something like this, okay? If you did see ogres we'll need to report it to the town guards....I get the feeling people here aren't equipped for such creatures." She handed him the same cupcake she ate before speaking up. "It's a Tongues spell in cupcake form. I'll explain later but in case you need to speak to these people...it'll translate your words into their native tongue. Much easier for communication." She stood back to her full height again and slapped Feanor's shoulder. "Always a kidder, he is!" She finished with a fake laugh.
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