Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Apr 28, 2017 18:06:55 GMT -8
In a relatively empty portion of the world, not particularly close to any large settlements or landmarks, there lies an unblemished expanse of beautiful purple flowers, spread across a series of several small hills. Nothing of note lies within the foothills beside the flowers themselves - no roads, structures, water features, or even trees.
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on May 25, 2017 21:57:59 GMT -8
The portal to the realm of Wrath opened, with Wendy the Witch on her knees and looking like -- well... hell -- and Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on the other side. The portal was a rip in space, working from only one direction, visible from only one direction, and the heat from the realm wafted a dry breeze over the rippling lavender. Wendy, her face bloody and pale, her body trembling as she sluggishly crawled forward, collapsed with a sudden lose of energy into that field of flowers, blood trailing from her nose, the corners of her lips, and her ears... Black veins pulsed beneath her too-pale skin near her closed eyes, at the artery in her throat, and all the way up her fingers to her palms, to her wrists, to her elbows. Her bag of items, her grimoire, her witch's hat, and her broom were collapsed in the field with her, and her breasts slowly rose and fell with the shallow, unconscious breathing of the barely-alive witch.
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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 May 28, 2017 19:47:00 GMT -8
Roy strolled up the hill, picking pieces of lavender and putting them in a small wicker basket. Roxanne had asked him to pick up some lavender for her room, and he'd agreed. After all, he felt bad for "volunteering" her to talk to Merresht. However, it had seemed that there were no lavender plants within the walls of Isra, so he'd wandered out of town. After asking a traveling beetle-catcher where to find some lavender, he'd gotten directions out here. Roy had always loved the smell of lavender, so he would have been perfectly content to just stay here for hours. However, he had to bring the plants back to his cousin. As he picked the plants, he saw a tear in space and time just over the hill. Someone dropped out and collapsed in a heap on the ground. What was going on? Roy ran over, and spotted the girl on the ground.
"Hey! Are you alright?"
He hurried down the hill towards her, then spotted the pointed hat and stopped. A witch! Witches were dangerous...but clearly, this one was no risk. She was obviously injured, and needed help. He approached cautiously, praying that she didn't turn him into a frog. Once he reached her, he knelt down by her side. What had happened to the poor girl?
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on May 28, 2017 22:32:11 GMT -8
She could feel the sun on her face and could smell the fragile scent of lavender on her nose.
She hated both.
But she could do nothing but lie there, trembling, the taste of blood in her mouth, the warm stickiness of it at her ears and nose and inner eyes. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to do anything. The magic had drained her mana stores, and once it had drained that, it began to take away her health as well, until she was now this trembling, pale shell of a girl.
She slowly opened her eyes when the shadow of Royal Fletcher fell over her face, and she whispered hoarsely.
"Help... me..."
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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 May 28, 2017 23:15:42 GMT -8
Roy knelt by the witch, wondering what he was supposed to do. She was badly hurt, and clearly needed a doctor. He rummaged in his pockets, but was unable to find any healing potions. What would Roxanne do in this case? She'd know what to do. She was always off adventuring and slaying monsters, she knew a whole lot about first aid. She'd taught Roy a little, but not nearly enough for this! Aside from her face, she didn't look particularly badly injured, but the veins...it was as though she'd been poisoned. What was he supposed to do? Healing magic wasn't his forte.
"What happened? Were you bitten by something? Poisoned? I'm so sorry, I don't know what to do..."
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on May 28, 2017 23:25:15 GMT -8
Wendy felt pain, incredibly pain as her body clenched and contorted for a moment before releasing her. She felt back limp into the lavender, and could only vaguely hear @royal now. "Help..." she said quietly and reached for him once... before she passed out.
... Or maybe died?
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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 May 28, 2017 23:43:13 GMT -8
"Oh no no no..."
Roy stared desperately at the unconscious girl. What had happened to her? How had she gotten into such terrible shape? Pulling off his backpack, he began rummaging through for something, anything, that could be helpful. A bar of chocolate, a book on magic frogs, a small pocketknife, another bar of chocolate, a gingerbread cookie, a small spinning doodad that an old artificer had given Roy after he'd helped him cross the street, more chocolate...for the first time in his life, Roy wished he had something other than chocolate. A healing potion or something...something useful. As he pulled bar after bar of chocolate out of his bag, praying that he'd have some kind of restorative potion that he'd forgotten about.
All of a sudden, a bright red wrapper caught his eye. He pulled out the bar, and read the label.
Renalt's Restorative Remedy
Of course! His uncle had created a magically restorative bar of chocolate that replenished energy and restored health to the consumer. Of course, he'd had to employ a mage from out of town to enchant the bars, and an enclave mage had come by to inspect them. The enclave mage deemed them far too dangerous to sell to the public, and had confiscated most of the chocolates for destruction. Renalt had hidden a few of them and given them out to his relatives, including Roy. He'd never needed his, and had forgotten about it until now. Unwrapping the chocolate, he hurriedly crushed it into tiny pieces. Putting some of the restorative chocolate into the girl's mouth, he gave her a little water from his water bottle to help her swallow it.
"Come on, come on. Oh, I hope this works..."
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on May 28, 2017 23:57:23 GMT -8
It seemed so odd, that in the middle of all this beauty was a dying (dead?) girl at Royal's feet. He panicked (appropriately, Wendy might have added, had she been conscious), and began to sift through his things.
Candy, candy, and more candy, but then -- some magic chocolate bar that was a health potion in candy form. Had Wendy been able to be choosy, she might have passed. Given she was dying (or dead), she had no choice, especially as Roy chopped it into little pieces and put it to Wendy's lips.
There was no reaction, until he tried to put water in the unconscious woman's mouth. She jerked to consciousness, choking, blood and chocolate and water spraying from her mouth as she limply turned on her side near him. She'd eaten just enough chocolate to have brought her back to conscious hours, but would need to eat more.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on May 29, 2017 0:10:07 GMT -8
"Oh, thank the gods..."
Seeing her return to consciousness was encouraging, and Roy let out a sigh of relief. At least the bar worked and didn't cause a massive heart attack immediately upon consumption, as the conclave mage had said. Clearly, this was one of the good ones. He took a small piece and fed it gently into the young witch's mouth.
"Eat this, it'll help you. You're very ill, please eat this. It's like a healing potion, but made of chocolate...I'm here to help you, please eat this."
He wiped the blood and chocolate off her face with a soft handkerchief. Poor girl looked so young...he'd never seen a young witch before. All the ones he'd met had been old and decrepit, and none had been very nice at all.
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on May 29, 2017 12:11:08 GMT -8
She chewed the chocolate and hated its taste. She was not a woman prone to sweets, and chocolate was one of the things she detested above all else, yet she didn't even have the energy to put her bloody, black-veined face to an expression of disgust. She could feel its restorative powers working in her body, because although she could still taste and smell copper (and lavender), she could feel that the blood had stopped flowing from her nose and ears and mouth and eyes, and felt her heart calm in her chest.
Roy's touch was gentle, trying to wipe the blood from her pale, pale face as she slowly ate the chocolate. She was exhausted and lay in the flowers, as the black in her veins began to fade to a deep grey... to a lighter one... to a grey so pale that Roy could only see them because he knew they were there. For anyone else, it would take a moment of study to be able to see them around her eyes and down her hands, yet her fingers seemed to be stained black, as if she'd gotten them dirty in soot.
It took a long few minutes while she just rested there, and then she opened her eyes again and looked at the young boy who helped her.
"I hate chocolate," she murmured without venom, merely stating a fact as she'd never been totally alright with thank yous. When her life was threatened, sure, she could say thank you and apologize all day long, but given she didn't think her life was under any more duress with this sweet-faced boy -- although, in truth, he was probably her age -- by her side, she fell to her usual dry humor.
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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 May 29, 2017 18:25:27 GMT -8
Roy let out a sigh of relief when she spoke. She was recovering, thank goodness. The chocolate had worked, no matter how much she disliked it. Although...what sort of person hated chocolate? She really was a witch, it seemed. She'd probably grow up to be a mean old witch that lived in a hut on chicken legs, rather than a kidnapping witch in a gingerbread hut. Still, she seemed alright enough at the moment. Kinda cute, too. All the witches he'd seen were old and had long cloaks, but this one seemed to be quite the opposite. She certainly wasn't wearing anything close to a long coat.
"I'm sorry, but chocolate is all I've got. I don't have any healing potions or anything like that, I'm just here to pick lavender. Where did you come from, anyway? You just popped out of nowhere. Are you feeling better? Do you want more healing...er, chocolate? You really ought to get to a doctor. I can take you, if you'd like. What happened? I'm Roy, by the way. What's your name?"
He realized that he was rambling, and stopped himself. He'd always had a tendency to ramble when he was nervous, which happened rather frequently.
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on May 30, 2017 14:22:13 GMT -8
She was certainly not wearing a long anything. Indeed, the skirt of her black down had risen a little up her legs, yet not far enough to show the top of her garters or thigh highs. Still, the sheer black nylon of her stockings did little to hide the flirtatious curve of a leaf that had been tattooed into her thigh, the rest of the ink hidden beneath the dark fabric of her dress.
She closed her eyes again, but she hadn't passed out. Her hand lifted and she wiped the blood from beneath her nose and her eyes, smearing it a little on her skin. "Stop talking..." she murmured quietly, her voice raw. She took a few steadying breaths, then began to struggle to sit up.
"My name-- is-- Wendy," she said, breathless just from that small amount of effort to sit up, her silver-brown hair trailing through the lavender. She began to cough, and cough hard, and she leaned over into the flowers and threw up a little blood. She groaned and wrapped an arm around her belly.
"Help me please," she murmured, unable to say much to the rambling boy. She really, really needed help.
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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 May 30, 2017 16:40:05 GMT -8
The tattooed leaf caught Roy's eye for a second, but he quickly looked away. There would be time for ogling later, but right now she needed his help! He sat next to her, propping her up so she could sit upright without too much trouble. Uncorking his water bottle, he lifted it up and let her drink a little to wash the blood out of her mouth.
"I'll help you, Wendy. Don't you worry. You'll have to eat the rest of this chocolate. I know you don't like it, but it'll heal you up enough that we can get you out of here and let you see a real doctor."
He held up the remaining healing chocolate, raising it to the poor girl's lips. If only he had something better...but magic chocolate would have to do.
"Can you walk? If we go down this hill, I've got a horse and a cart you can ride on so that we can get you back to the city. It's full of chocolate, but you should be able to lie on top of it."
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on May 30, 2017 18:13:41 GMT -8
She nodded her head, drinking some water, and eating some chocolate even though she hated the taste. Leaning on Royal, she pushed up to her feet, but stopped and reached for her things, evident that she didn't want to leave without them. Royal would have to carry those, too, but he'd find they were very light.
Wendy, however, wasn't it. Well, she was, but given how much help she needed to move and how heavily she leaned on Roy, it was quite a treck through the lavender to get to the cart. She was so very weak, and had all but stopped speaking in an effort to save her energy as she laid down in the back of the cart amidst the chocolate.
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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 May 30, 2017 18:30:31 GMT -8
Roy helped the poor girl along, gingerly carrying her hat and broom and other things. They seemed harmless enough, but they were still witch things, and could be dangerous. However, he couldn't very well leave them here for someone to pick up, and this Wendy girl clearly wanted them. Once they reached the cart, he helped her up and put her things next to her. Perhaps they'd comfort her.
"Alright, we're going to the city to find you a healer. Just hang in there, ok?"
Urging the horses forward, he rode out towards Isra. On the way, he made sure to slow down over any bumps to avoid unnecessary jolting.
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on May 30, 2017 18:41:34 GMT -8
[Exit]
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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 Jan 8, 2018 17:24:11 GMT -8
Roxanne glanced back behind, straining her eyes for any sign of an crowd of angry villagers. Seeing none, she let out a sigh of relief and sat down among the lavender. She quite liked lavender, and if she wasn't so exhausted she would have gotten up to pick some. However, now wasn't the time. Looking up at Khepri, she wondered if this bodyguard deal was really worth it. For the pay, she could put up with all of Khepri's little comments and pinches and squeezes and grabs, but getting run out of town by an angry lynch mob? That was a bit much, wasn't it? She groaned, lying down and closing her eyes. She was tired and out of breath, and bruised from the fight. "Why did you have to go and do that, Khepri? Why do you have to encourage fights like that? If you'd flirted with maybe one or two of those guys, that would have been fine, but the whole table? And did you have to take off your-" She stopped, sighing. What was the point? Her chest and back hurt from being kicked through a second-story window, and she wanted nothing more than a hot bath and a soft bed...but it seemed that she wasn't getting either of those things tonight.
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on Jan 8, 2018 17:59:33 GMT -8
"Take off my... what, Roxanne? The silly human clothes that you made me wear that felt like they were constricting me? Nice try, but I will not die of strangulation today."
The winged lady of Paradise flew just above the warrior's head, her black and gold wings splayed out beside her. She had her arms crossed and her lips pouted. "Plus, we're not being followed anyway. We've beat them and you get a little bit richer. Isn't that enough for you? Ungrateful bodyguard. I didn't hire you so you could sit on your ass and look pretty. That's my job!"
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Jan 8, 2018 18:44:13 GMT -8
Bob the Destrier stretched his legs with ease through the fields of lavender, quickly eating up the distance ahead of them. Rudiger Dornmauer, fully armored, found himself pensive with his current quest. His mind drifted back to the day's events so far.
His entire day started at the side of the road, where he had made camp in a small thicket. He was awoken by the faint smell of smoke, which caused him to start awake. He thought that his own camp fire had burned out of control, but it appeared to have burnt itself out throughout the night. He walked to the edge of the thicket, and saw a distant orange glow on the horizon, like an early dawn. Rudiger quickly prepared Bob to ride to help the efforts to fight the fires, and rode off while it was still dark, wearing nothing but his white shirt and pants.
He descended upon a scene of chaos, as people scurried here and there, carrying variously full buckets. Rudiger joined the people fighting as they fought a losing battle, and by dawn, the fire had burned down half the village, but it had burned itself out. People noticed the strange man who had appeared among them in the night, and saw the fine horse he rode in, as well as his armaments. They descended upon him in turn, begging to be vindicated.
Rudiger managed to gather enough glimpses of the night's events from the townsfolk to put together a timeline. Apparently, two women had come into town in the late afternoon, and they took up residence in the tavern. Alcohol flowed, one of the women started "swaying the innocent menfolk" and had apparently undressed. Though no one said it, Rudiger guessed that one of the men had gotten grabby, and a fight had broken out as the other woman stepped in. One thing led to another, this part of the story got particularly blurry, but apparently the two women were holding their own, until the one that threw the first punch had been thrown through a window. Then apparently the a candle, lamp, or lantern got knocked over, he heard all three being blamed multiple times, and the tavern was consumed in flames.
It spread until Rudiger joined in the efforts, and then he was caught up on the timeline. The two had fled, and now the townsfolk wanted them. Alive. And that was what he was doing now. He had gotten suited up in his armor before he set out from the village, and had his shield in hand.
What was bothering him was the description of the pair. One was apparently a normal human to all outwards appearances, but she had managed to hold off a crowd on her own. That spoke of a well trained fighter. Then there was the woman that was also a bird. He didn't know of many creatures like that, so he didn't know what her weaknesses were, or how to face her down. It seemed like this fight was going to rely mostly on chance, and he didn't like that one bit.
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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 Jan 8, 2018 19:05:02 GMT -8
Roxanne laid back down, not wanting to deal with Khepri at the moment. She seemed to think that having Roxanne around was like having a safety net that allowed her to act however she pleased without consequence. One of these days, the winged woman's flirtatious ways were going to get the two of them killed. This time hadn't been far off, and Roxanne had been lucky that she hadn't been injured any more than she was. Of course, Khepri had simply flown off when the going got tough, leaving her to deal with the angry mob.
"You can't keep doing this, Khepri. I'm not invincible, you know. How did you live, before you came here? What did you do for a living? How did you survive on those paradise isles? All I wanted to do was to get a nice comfy room and a hot meal, and all of a sudden you're up on the table, and your shirt is on the ground...why are you like this, Khepri?"
She rummaged around in her backpack to look for a bottle of wine that she'd had before, but only managed to cut her hand on a pile of broken glass. It seemed that the bottle had shattered when she'd been thrown through the window, and she hadn't noticed the dampness until now. Could the day get any worse?
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