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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on May 9, 2017 16:10:35 GMT -8
Bayside Docks Bayside is a port city, the largest in Gauldin dominating most of one side of the bay. As such its docks districts is a long sprawling mess and where most travelers wind up when they come to visit the country. Just like the rest of Bayside, the docks become more reputable the closer you are to the Royal Road and the bridge leading to Travere. That means that you will find a well-ordered port in the middle and less savory berths at either end of the shore, with laxer officials perhaps. |
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Chance
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77 
Age: 20
Physical Description: A tall young man with scraggly hair and the beginnings of a beard. His build is lean and muscular, skin tanned from working as at docks and on boats for the past year.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 17:46:53 GMT -8
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Post by Chance on May 12, 2017 21:01:37 GMT -8
"Whhoooooo," Went the wind. A young man scurries up and down the docks, assisting fishing boats that attempted to dock in the stormy weather. Bayside is not as protected from the winds as Travere. The young man gets no pay, gratitude, or even respect for his help, but he owes them his life. Besides that, the young man remembers little else. Months ago he washed up on the shores of Bayside in a semi comatose state. After weeks of constant care he has come too remembering nothing.
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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on May 13, 2017 10:45:35 GMT -8
This was indeed true, the island city was protected by a large sea wall meant to turn it into a veritable fortress which served the double purpose of acting as a break from the wind. While the boy may not get much open help from those he assists, the fishermen of the port weren't utterly without heart. Though they weren't open about it for fear of looking soft the boy often found gifts of salted fish, hard biscuits, and rum where he'd stumble upon them keeping him alive if not well fed. Additionally, the barber who'd seen to him when the boy had been comatose always made sure a bed was available for the amnesiac boy when a bad storm blew in.
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Benjamin Jabari
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 28
Physical Description: -----------------------------------------------------
Standing at 6 ft 2, possessing a body that has been honed by years of working aboard a pirate ship, Benjamin Jabari is a fearsome sight to behold.
His tribal tattoos remind him of the life he used to have but his scars remind him of the man he has become. The scars on his back and arms remind him of battles fought and punishments recieved.
His jet black hair is tied behind his head in short dreadlocks.
He has a strong jaw, but curious eyes - always on the look out for the next adventure.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ben's main weapon is a long, thin-bladed scimitar, made of metal taken from a meteorite. Ben came across it in th cargo hold of a captured Saracen vessel and took it for his own. It blood red gleam caught his eyes immediately, surrounded by all the gold around it. Its dangerous beauty led him to give it the name "Vixen".
He also carries a one-handed crossbow for those tight situations where a sword just won't do. He has several quarrels hung around his body but it takes time to reload after each use.
He usually wears a brown sleeveless tattered cotton shirt, brown trousers sturdy black boots.
He wears a tribal pendant around his neck given to him by his father as a boy.
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Player's online availability : Now and then
Registered: May 13, 2017 3:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Benjamin Jabari on May 14, 2017 3:42:08 GMT -8
Ben's stern expression softened as he saw the lights on the docks. He had spent what seemed like an age battling the choppy waters and was glad to see a port in sight.
Finbar the dog had also spotted the lights and started barking, as Ben expertly steered his little sloop The Ranger into the harbour. He saw the movement on the docks of people going about their business. It was nice to see men and women again, after weeks of having only his faithful hound for company.
Bayside had somewhat of a reputation for cheap berths, so he chose the nearest available one. He jumped onto the wooden dock and tied his craft up with ease. Ben looked at his coins pouch. More than enough for a tankard of ale and a hot meal - maybe even throw in the company of a salty wench in there?
First things first though, he needed to fill in travel papers, so he set off in search of the necessary officials.
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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on May 14, 2017 8:45:58 GMT -8
Benjamin Jabari would not have any issue finding an official as one is already walking out of a rundown building with a sheaf of papers in one arm. The man looked like the typical corrupt official a bit on the heavy set side, shabby clothes but some expensive boots and jewelry giving away that he was on the take. He has a few men with him who would be doing the 'Inspection' as it were. The fat man greets Ben and says in accented common tongue. "Greetings monsieur and welcome to Gauldin, before we search your ship for contraband do you have any non-necromantic goods you'd like to declare." This was a shorthand of asking if the man would like to pay a bribe for any non-necromantic contraband on board the ship. While the port officials could be bribed for most things, there wasn't a soul in Gauldin who didn't have at least a distaste for necromancy, so finding a port official who'd sell out their country to that extent was rare.
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Benjamin Jabari
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 28
Physical Description: -----------------------------------------------------
Standing at 6 ft 2, possessing a body that has been honed by years of working aboard a pirate ship, Benjamin Jabari is a fearsome sight to behold.
His tribal tattoos remind him of the life he used to have but his scars remind him of the man he has become. The scars on his back and arms remind him of battles fought and punishments recieved.
His jet black hair is tied behind his head in short dreadlocks.
He has a strong jaw, but curious eyes - always on the look out for the next adventure.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ben's main weapon is a long, thin-bladed scimitar, made of metal taken from a meteorite. Ben came across it in th cargo hold of a captured Saracen vessel and took it for his own. It blood red gleam caught his eyes immediately, surrounded by all the gold around it. Its dangerous beauty led him to give it the name "Vixen".
He also carries a one-handed crossbow for those tight situations where a sword just won't do. He has several quarrels hung around his body but it takes time to reload after each use.
He usually wears a brown sleeveless tattered cotton shirt, brown trousers sturdy black boots.
He wears a tribal pendant around his neck given to him by his father as a boy.
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Player's online availability : Now and then
Registered: May 13, 2017 3:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Benjamin Jabari on May 14, 2017 9:28:01 GMT -8
Ben waved a hand, directing the man's attention to his vessel. The Ranger bobbed quietly at the dock, her off-white sails taken in and tied neatly at the spars.
"Nothing to declare," he said, eyeing the official warily. Since moving on from a life of piracy, Ben preferred to travel light. At this moment in time his ship was largely empty. The inspection would only turn up a soggy-looking dog, meagre provisions, some fishing gear and navigational equipment.In fact the only thing of any value he possessed apart from his craft was the deadly red scimitar that he wore on his back.
"Where would a hungry sailor fill his belly around here?" he enquired.
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Chance
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: 20
Physical Description: A tall young man with scraggly hair and the beginnings of a beard. His build is lean and muscular, skin tanned from working as at docks and on boats for the past year.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 17:46:53 GMT -8
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Post by Chance on May 14, 2017 10:31:43 GMT -8
"I could show you to the tavern, monsieur." The young man interjected. His accent had a tinge of Gualish, but had not lost the flatter tones of his native tongue, "The barman gives me a drink for every new costumer I bring in. If you came to Gauldin for the tournament they might even give you a free room." The man eyed the scimitar on Benjamin Jabari's back with open curiosity. |
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Benjamin Jabari
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 28
Physical Description: -----------------------------------------------------
Standing at 6 ft 2, possessing a body that has been honed by years of working aboard a pirate ship, Benjamin Jabari is a fearsome sight to behold.
His tribal tattoos remind him of the life he used to have but his scars remind him of the man he has become. The scars on his back and arms remind him of battles fought and punishments recieved.
His jet black hair is tied behind his head in short dreadlocks.
He has a strong jaw, but curious eyes - always on the look out for the next adventure.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ben's main weapon is a long, thin-bladed scimitar, made of metal taken from a meteorite. Ben came across it in th cargo hold of a captured Saracen vessel and took it for his own. It blood red gleam caught his eyes immediately, surrounded by all the gold around it. Its dangerous beauty led him to give it the name "Vixen".
He also carries a one-handed crossbow for those tight situations where a sword just won't do. He has several quarrels hung around his body but it takes time to reload after each use.
He usually wears a brown sleeveless tattered cotton shirt, brown trousers sturdy black boots.
He wears a tribal pendant around his neck given to him by his father as a boy.
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Player's online availability : Now and then
Registered: May 13, 2017 3:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Benjamin Jabari on May 14, 2017 10:55:32 GMT -8
"Tournament?" Ben asked the stranger. This wasn't his first time in Gauldin but he was not up to date with the news of the land.
"I am not looking to take part in any tournaments," he said. "I plan to take the Royal road into Travere. But I will go to this tavern, if it means a free drink for yourself." He wasn't usually so familiar with people he'd just met but Ben could have used the company of another two-legged creature. The man's glances at his sword did not go unnoticed either.
He gave a curt whistle in the direction of his boat which saw Finbar bound out and up onto the dock. The hound shook his shaggy coat, sending salty spray everywhere. "Lead the way Mr..." he trailed, expecting a name.
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Chance
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: 20
Physical Description: A tall young man with scraggly hair and the beginnings of a beard. His build is lean and muscular, skin tanned from working as at docks and on boats for the past year.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 17:46:53 GMT -8
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Post by Chance on May 14, 2017 11:09:22 GMT -8
The young man had no name to give, "The fishermen just call me 'kid'." the young man said. Blissful ignorance led the young man's life and he did not seem perturbed by anything. One might suspect boyish innocents if they did not know of the lads amnesia. For now he was trusing of everyone, even a sea dog like Benjamin. "What is your name, monsieur? And if you do not mind a bit of conversation, I crave knowledge of the rest of the world." The young man tried to start up a conversation as they walked into an alley. The young man was cautious enough to look out for any would be muggers. < Exit to the Back Alleys> |
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Nnix
Established
Roleplay posts: 36 
Age: goblin equivalent of 26
Physical Description: 3' 3" with cyan eyes and pale green skin. she wears her hair over her back in dreadlocks
a lithe by densely muscled goblinoid her arms are proportionately longer than the common inland goblin, and her legs are angled more akin to an ape. her head is also slightly larger with a more durable configuration
these are often overlooked by observers who are not familiar with her home island chain . she keeps a money like tail which she often utilizes in combat and assassination maneuvers.
Clothes and Equipment: painted parade armor, only reports of her of which there are few hat were confirmed report that she was wearing the armor fashioned by the nation who's territory she was spotted in. the armor is metal and though it appears perfectly ordinary guards armor the skilled appraiser will realize it is incredibly well made. scorpion, sea scorpion as big as she is, white gold and green large parrot. books on the current nobility and armies throughout the world. a vicious, and crooked, almost shrapnel like dirk.
Registered: Apr 12, 2017 14:11:20 GMT -8
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Post by Nnix on May 26, 2017 11:12:51 GMT -8
along the coast and into the docks skims a long wooden canoe, in it a goblin. she called out upon tying her canoe to an unused space at the dock at the farthest place one could describe as "reputable" and skipped out onto the walk. upon pulling her bag from the watercraft she slowly heads to the nearest line of buildings scanning for anyone who may wish for a toll. if she sees one she immediately b lines for them, no need to make a bad name for oneself before you'v actually gotten around to anything thats just bad business.
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