The Sanguine Woods | The Fantasy Sandbox

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Registered: Apr 12, 2017 13:30:59 GMT -8

The Sanguine Woods May 22, 2017 23:21:50 GMT -8

Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 22, 2017 23:21:50 GMT -8

The masked man shook Regal's hand, his grip cold but firm.

"Excellent. Right this way, gentlemen. Come on, don't be shy. You wouldn't want to get eaten by horrible giant wasps now, would you?"

Cully gasped at Regal's proclamation. This, on top of everything else? What was his day coming to?

"W-what do you mean? Young Miss Tanya? Such a tragedy, she fell off her horse...but she wasn't buried with anything! No jewels or anything at all like that. I think these two unsavory folks of yours will be awfully disappointed."

Meanwhile, the eye-seller opened a small closet door. Cully glanced over, wide-eyed.

"Is that your plan? Hide in the closet? What sort of help is this?"

The eye-seller simply stared blankly at him, gesturing for him to step into the closet.

"That is precisely the plan, Mr. Cullenham. In you go, you're the largest. Mr. Withernorth will step in after you, and I'll squeeze in at the end. I don't want to be eaten by wasps either, you know."

Despite his protests, Cully squeezed into the closet. Presumably, Regal followed, and the eye-seller would cram himself in at the end and close the door. It was awfully tight, and Regal would be pressed up against some rather uncomfortably placed brooms. Meanwhile, the eye-seller was smashed into the door, but didn't seem to mind the tight quarters at all.

"Do you know any stories, Mr. Withernorth? I do love stories."

He spoke calmly and blandly, as though they weren't all squeezed into a closet that could barely fit even one of them.

Many strange people wander the lands, not calling any particular nation their home.

Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated

Roleplay posts: 158

Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.

Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.

[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]

1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)

1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )

Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8

The Sanguine Woods May 23, 2017 8:48:26 GMT -8

Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on May 23, 2017 8:48:26 GMT -8

"A know a few, none of them for polite company however." Regal said accepting the absurdity of this situation with ease.What had tam called it? Following the wind or something along those lines. Simply accepting things as they were and not comparing it to something it was not... Strange fellow Tam... Strange Friend.

... The hot stuffy closet began to smell of sweat and fear... Regardless of how hard Regal tired, it grated on his nerves after a time.

" Alright, salesmen, where are you taking me?" Regal asked after a long moment...

A scout of Medan.

Strangers and Travelers
Main Character

Roleplay posts: 775

Registered: Apr 12, 2017 13:30:59 GMT -8

The Sanguine Woods May 23, 2017 9:38:34 GMT -8

Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 23, 2017 9:38:34 GMT -8

The salesman snapped his fingers, and a small candle appeared in his hand, casting a soft glow in the otherwise pitch-black closet.

"Taking you? I'm not taking you anywhere. We're already there, I just thought you liked it in here. Besides, I like stories. Go on, open the door."

If Regal managed to squeeze his arm over to the doorknob and open the closet door, he'd see that they were in a very different sort of room than when they'd walked into the closet. It was dark, but by the dim light of the candle, he'd realize that he was in a very familiar-looking non-alcoholic bar after hours...

[Exit to the milk bar]

Many strange people wander the lands, not calling any particular nation their home.