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 Jul 24, 2017 12:17:05 GMT -8
DeRuiz, the Centre of Knowledge and Magic for Rondon. Land-locked but situated on LaLaga diMercia, DeRuiz is picturesque and guarded. It is here that court mages and sorceresses train, and where bookstores and libraries thrive. Like most of Rondon, they also have vineyards and orchards nearby. Wines, oils, and produce said to come from the DeRuiz region are noticably sweeter, and they say that it because of the magic in the air.
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Sam
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 24-28 years old.
Physical Description: Powerless, weak, worthless, scum. These are words that describe who Sam is. He is all of these things, quite objectively. You see, Sam is hampered by a rare, unfortunate genetic disease. The disease is uncommon because most who bear its burden usually die off, and never breed. Its only known name is Perniciosa. Perniciosa has a few obvious symptoms visible to the naked eye; one being the drastically white hair it leaves on the corpses it kills. Second, the diseased's eyes are malnourished to where the eye-lids are nearly too large to keep the actual eyes within their sockets. The final visual cue is the thinness of the diseased's bones and overall body structure; it's almost as if the brain itself doesn't want to thrive, it only wants to survive, and will skimp out on whatever it can while still meeting that mark. A permanent muscle atrophy clings onto his tormented being.
The disease's wrath doesn't end just there, though. One with Perniciosa also cannot digest foods such as meat, vegetables, fishes, or nuts. Grains are the easiest thing for their stomach to digest. Also, temperatures above eighty degrees Fahrenheit are stroke-inducing. Direct sunlight or any other heat-source, like fire, cause extreme discomfort for one with Perniciosa. There's a lot more to this disease, but it's mostly negligible.
Sam stands hunched over at 5'7", and weighs around 90-100 pounds, depending on how much he has eaten. His skin droops against gravity, clinging onto his visible bones.
Clothes and Equipment: Sam Poulois is a husk of who he once was. It used to be his utmost desire to make something of himself in his broken body, but now, he merely shifts from kingdom to kingdom so he can beg from new people who aren't annoyed by his presence. His meager belongings include a walking stick, his clothes, and his cloak. That's about it. That's all he needs to carry his weak self from town to town. Sometimes, he exchanges words of wisdom for the contributions that are given to his food fund, depending on whether or not the giver would really need such a thing.
Registered: Mar 2, 2017 20:38:21 GMT -8
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Post by Sam on Aug 14, 2017 22:25:43 GMT -8
A new world.
This was to be Sam's new home. Another kingdom. Another collection of kingdoms. Another set of loyalties, and another set of rivalries. No doubt Sam was going to get entangled in some sort of conflict between powerful people. It happened every time he came to a new world.
The puppet masters sent him to these new worlds. Sam knew not why. Sam questioned whether or not "Why?" was even the right question to have in mind. Nevertheless, he hobbled slowly along this wide, mostly empty road. To each of his sides were hills of grapes growing on little sticks; the sun glazed him just as much as it did these grapes. With each step he took he felt a peering presence staring him down. It was probably the sun.
Sam always felt uncomfortable under its heavy, humid oppression.
Along the road, there were little stones that had loosened themselves from the cobble. They were free from their purpose, and as such free to the kicked away in playful boredom as Sam stopped to gaze from under his cloak at the beauty that is civilization just ahead on the near horizon. Situated atop a hill, a town that he had no name for as of yet sat, with a rather pretty body of water just down the landscape following his left.
He wondered, if he cleared his mind, would he hear the name of this place? An answer from beyond?
Dare not, he told himself. It was silly to think that for such easily learned answer. Without worry, Sam knew that he would eventually hear its name once he entered. For now, he continued his hunched limp onward, following this winding road to its end.
DeRuiz, he overheard, as he entered its streets. Sam wasn't quite sure as to who said it, as there were no obvious conversations occurring, as for this instance, DeRuiz was quiet and calm, with nobody in sight. Something prodded him to close his eyes and listen.
Using his walking stick to balance, he breathed slowly, standing in the middle of DeRuiz's empty street. A brown-striped cat meandered around him, giving him a few inquisitory sniffs, but then it hurried off into an alley close-by. After an absurd amount of introspection, Sam heard a voice within his mind. It spoke to him. It ordered him, but not in the traditional sense. It merely told him that there was a library nearby, and that one could learn everything one could need to know about this world to live within it.
Comically, the voice gave Sam directions. Right, right, straight, left, straight, left, left, straight, right. He obeyed, and carried his frail body along these shaded paths, all the way until he came to a wooden door.
"Open it."
And he did, pushing the door inwards at an ever questioning creak, as to see if he was even welcome, and if this was, in fact, a library. Sam quietly shuffled into this building, pulling the hood that rested over his face away, and off of his head.
He cleared his throat and looked around.
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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 Aug 19, 2017 16:19:57 GMT -8
The library was not as it appeared from the outside, at the very least that its ceilings had been extended by another twenty feet or more. Shelves went up to the ceiling, each book beautifully bound in a kaleidoscope of color for the eyes -- muted, of course, as the light was purposefully dimmed within the library -- bookstore, as it were.
There were fresh plants to decorate certain areas, lush chairs for reading, and carpets over the worn wooden floors beneath. The sunlight streamed from the windows outside, making the dust that danced within their sunbeams look almost like they were fairies of some kind. Statuettes of Rondi scholars and poets, and even others from other nations and people were occasionally upon the shelves or their own pedastals, and small chandeliers hung from the center of the room, dusted and clean with flames that didn't seem to melt the candles placed on them.
The place smelled like ancient knowledge, a hint of magic around the fringes. And all was quiet. It didn't seem that there was another soul there except--
-- except for the quiet padding of a cat that came from around a bookshelf, sat at the center of the carpet, and looked at Sam with wide, green eyes that seemed unnaturally intelligent.
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Sam
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 24-28 years old.
Physical Description: Powerless, weak, worthless, scum. These are words that describe who Sam is. He is all of these things, quite objectively. You see, Sam is hampered by a rare, unfortunate genetic disease. The disease is uncommon because most who bear its burden usually die off, and never breed. Its only known name is Perniciosa. Perniciosa has a few obvious symptoms visible to the naked eye; one being the drastically white hair it leaves on the corpses it kills. Second, the diseased's eyes are malnourished to where the eye-lids are nearly too large to keep the actual eyes within their sockets. The final visual cue is the thinness of the diseased's bones and overall body structure; it's almost as if the brain itself doesn't want to thrive, it only wants to survive, and will skimp out on whatever it can while still meeting that mark. A permanent muscle atrophy clings onto his tormented being.
The disease's wrath doesn't end just there, though. One with Perniciosa also cannot digest foods such as meat, vegetables, fishes, or nuts. Grains are the easiest thing for their stomach to digest. Also, temperatures above eighty degrees Fahrenheit are stroke-inducing. Direct sunlight or any other heat-source, like fire, cause extreme discomfort for one with Perniciosa. There's a lot more to this disease, but it's mostly negligible.
Sam stands hunched over at 5'7", and weighs around 90-100 pounds, depending on how much he has eaten. His skin droops against gravity, clinging onto his visible bones.
Clothes and Equipment: Sam Poulois is a husk of who he once was. It used to be his utmost desire to make something of himself in his broken body, but now, he merely shifts from kingdom to kingdom so he can beg from new people who aren't annoyed by his presence. His meager belongings include a walking stick, his clothes, and his cloak. That's about it. That's all he needs to carry his weak self from town to town. Sometimes, he exchanges words of wisdom for the contributions that are given to his food fund, depending on whether or not the giver would really need such a thing.
Registered: Mar 2, 2017 20:38:21 GMT -8
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Post by Sam on Aug 19, 2017 17:37:35 GMT -8
It was a towering room of ascribed words on old parchment, forgotten to most to the dust of age. The master spoke of it as if it were just a mere library, but this was something different, something more than just that; Sam thought it was a testament to all things called libraries, a groundbreaking home to books.
Noticing its large ceilings, he carried himself through the door once more, to check the height from the outside; as he craned his neck to look above, what he saw was truly misleading. It was... Bigger on the inside. It looked like a humble house, probably owned by some old man who'd collected a lot of books. On the inside, it looked like a center of the country's knowledge.
"Huh," his young but shredded vocal chords hummed as he huddled back inside. Air and dust made way as Sam took a large breath. He looked down at the cat from the entrance and slowly shambled over to him. Sam's droopy, unassuming eyes met with the cat, and then meandered to the books, and to the chandeliers, and to the statues, and finally back to him. "Hello, kit-ty," Sam said, cheerfully, "This all yours, or is there someone like me, a shambling old man with a long beard perhaps, that I should talk to?"
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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 Aug 20, 2017 10:29:14 GMT -8
A black carriage rolled into DeRuiz, following after a Rondi man on horseback. Queen Xiomara had kindly offered her a guide to show her the way to DeRuiz, something Grandma had been more than happy to accept. Although she normally preferred to find her own way around, in more populated areas that she was unfamiliar with, guides were always appreciated.
Reaching out with one of her wizened hands, Grandma pulled back the privacy curtain in the carriage, regarding the various buildings in DeRuiz with a slight smile. It was a lovely looking place, the buildings quaint and the streets quiet, for the moment at least. Perhaps she should look into purchasing some property here, it would be nice to have a house here…
For the present, however, she had other business here. Looking at property and exploring the various shops would have to wait until later. The carriage was beginning to slow to a stop in front of one of the buildings. This was presumably her destination, the library that Tomas Calderon the Bookmaker resided at. Climbing out of the carriage as one of her driver's opened the door for her and gave her a hand down, Grandma turned her attention to the Rondi man who had guided them here.
“Has word been sent to the Bookmaker that I’ve come here by invitation of the Queen or will I need you to introduce me to him?”
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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 Aug 21, 2017 19:24:04 GMT -8
"Well, that would depend, wouldn't it," said the Cat in a smooth baritone, proclaiming it's gender male. It licked it's paw and bat an ear before further speaking. "Are you looking for an old man with a beard?" The Cat asked the young man.
The he stopped, his ears twitching, and trotted toward the window, his silly body coiling and leaping to look out the window and watch as a carriage rumbled closer and closer.
The feline turned to regard the young, shabby looking man in the quiet yet mysteriously large book store. "Would an old woman do? Without the beard, of course," The Cat asked.
Meanwhile, the Rondi guide dismounted from his horse and loped the reins through a ring on one of the warm baked bricked walls of a nearby building. The air was sweeter in DeRuiz than it was in Rondon, the feeling in the air more peaceful and Arcadian.
"Si, Abuela," the Rondi guide said after he opened the door and held out a hand to help the woman descend from the carriage. "Senor Calderon has been informed.
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Sam
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 24-28 years old.
Physical Description: Powerless, weak, worthless, scum. These are words that describe who Sam is. He is all of these things, quite objectively. You see, Sam is hampered by a rare, unfortunate genetic disease. The disease is uncommon because most who bear its burden usually die off, and never breed. Its only known name is Perniciosa. Perniciosa has a few obvious symptoms visible to the naked eye; one being the drastically white hair it leaves on the corpses it kills. Second, the diseased's eyes are malnourished to where the eye-lids are nearly too large to keep the actual eyes within their sockets. The final visual cue is the thinness of the diseased's bones and overall body structure; it's almost as if the brain itself doesn't want to thrive, it only wants to survive, and will skimp out on whatever it can while still meeting that mark. A permanent muscle atrophy clings onto his tormented being.
The disease's wrath doesn't end just there, though. One with Perniciosa also cannot digest foods such as meat, vegetables, fishes, or nuts. Grains are the easiest thing for their stomach to digest. Also, temperatures above eighty degrees Fahrenheit are stroke-inducing. Direct sunlight or any other heat-source, like fire, cause extreme discomfort for one with Perniciosa. There's a lot more to this disease, but it's mostly negligible.
Sam stands hunched over at 5'7", and weighs around 90-100 pounds, depending on how much he has eaten. His skin droops against gravity, clinging onto his visible bones.
Clothes and Equipment: Sam Poulois is a husk of who he once was. It used to be his utmost desire to make something of himself in his broken body, but now, he merely shifts from kingdom to kingdom so he can beg from new people who aren't annoyed by his presence. His meager belongings include a walking stick, his clothes, and his cloak. That's about it. That's all he needs to carry his weak self from town to town. Sometimes, he exchanges words of wisdom for the contributions that are given to his food fund, depending on whether or not the giver would really need such a thing.
Registered: Mar 2, 2017 20:38:21 GMT -8
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Post by Sam on Aug 22, 2017 0:34:20 GMT -8
Complacently, Sam followed after the cat to the window. The cat's eyes gave way to the carriage, and so, he also watched the wheels turn round. Thereafter, the cat turned to him, making note of just who Sam was, and asked if an old woman would do.
What would an old woman not do?
Not his thought; nevertheless Sam answered by disregarding his previous question in its entirety. "No, no, the beard's a must. I see you've got a full-body beard," he weakly gestured to the cat's head and to its tail, "You must have a plethora of experience; care to show me the history of this land? I am but a meekly traveler, in pursuit of material knowledge."
The sunlight grazed their faces through the window, and the sound of a carriage stopping enthused their minds.
An old woman would come to a bookstore.
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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 Aug 22, 2017 8:15:17 GMT -8
“He’s already been informed? Excellent to hear. You must be exhausted from the journey here and I’m sure you are getting hungry by now, I know my two drivers are.”
Reaching into her pocket, Grandma pulled out a few coins, enough to pay for a good meal and a drink.
“It’s not much, but please accept this as my thanks and go refresh yourself.”
Her business with the guide finished for the present, Grandma entered the library, her cane clicking on the wooden floor as she walked several feet into the building. The first thing that struck her about the place was the ceilings inside were significantly taller than the outside of the building would signify. The second thing that garnered her attention was the man and cat inside. The cat, she wasn’t surprised it was in the library, they were good for keeping away pest after all. The man, however, certainly didn’t look like the type she typically imagined to be browsing libraries.
“Excuse me, but might you know if the Bookmaster is around?”
Her tone was friendly and she wore a slight smile, her gaze directed at the young man.
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Sam
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 24-28 years old.
Physical Description: Powerless, weak, worthless, scum. These are words that describe who Sam is. He is all of these things, quite objectively. You see, Sam is hampered by a rare, unfortunate genetic disease. The disease is uncommon because most who bear its burden usually die off, and never breed. Its only known name is Perniciosa. Perniciosa has a few obvious symptoms visible to the naked eye; one being the drastically white hair it leaves on the corpses it kills. Second, the diseased's eyes are malnourished to where the eye-lids are nearly too large to keep the actual eyes within their sockets. The final visual cue is the thinness of the diseased's bones and overall body structure; it's almost as if the brain itself doesn't want to thrive, it only wants to survive, and will skimp out on whatever it can while still meeting that mark. A permanent muscle atrophy clings onto his tormented being.
The disease's wrath doesn't end just there, though. One with Perniciosa also cannot digest foods such as meat, vegetables, fishes, or nuts. Grains are the easiest thing for their stomach to digest. Also, temperatures above eighty degrees Fahrenheit are stroke-inducing. Direct sunlight or any other heat-source, like fire, cause extreme discomfort for one with Perniciosa. There's a lot more to this disease, but it's mostly negligible.
Sam stands hunched over at 5'7", and weighs around 90-100 pounds, depending on how much he has eaten. His skin droops against gravity, clinging onto his visible bones.
Clothes and Equipment: Sam Poulois is a husk of who he once was. It used to be his utmost desire to make something of himself in his broken body, but now, he merely shifts from kingdom to kingdom so he can beg from new people who aren't annoyed by his presence. His meager belongings include a walking stick, his clothes, and his cloak. That's about it. That's all he needs to carry his weak self from town to town. Sometimes, he exchanges words of wisdom for the contributions that are given to his food fund, depending on whether or not the giver would really need such a thing.
Registered: Mar 2, 2017 20:38:21 GMT -8
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Post by Sam on Aug 22, 2017 9:16:26 GMT -8
Yes, food was a valuable thing; a good drink was too, especially in wine country. Those Rondi men were in for a good day, truly. Grandma though, did not seek a meal and drink, no, for she was on a mission. Like Sam, she wanted books, but unlike Sam, she probably sought important books about important things.
The squeak of the door and the clack of her cane caught Sam's attention; his weak visage brought him around from facing the window to facing her, for her question. “Excuse me, but might you know if the Bookmaster is around?”
His droopy eyes looked to the cat, and then to Grandma; he wasn't sure if he was correct, but he hadn't seen many talking cats that weren't someone of importance.
"I believe we've found him," Sam said with a cheeky yet respectful smile, with a loosened gesture towards the cat. "Are you looking for an old man with a beard?"
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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 Aug 23, 2017 18:48:29 GMT -8
The Cat looked out the window as the carriage Drew to a stop, and seeing all he wanted to see, turned away. His haunches Rose and his tail flicked as he regarded the smiling waif in front of him.
With the nimble grace of his species, he leaped across the distance to a stack of books, which promptly tipped to the side as he smoothly stepped onto a pedestal holding the bust of an ancient scholar.
And just like his species, he seemed completely unconcerned with the mess of material knowledge he laid out on the floor.
The Cat did not answer the Boy right away, the door opened and the clack of a cane announced the Grandmother. The Cat licked his paw while the humans spoke between each other, but when the Boy gestured to the Cat, the Cat...
... Did not speak. Indeed, the cat looked just like a cat grooming itself, and the Boy look a tad touched for trying to indicate the Cat might possible be the Bookmaker.
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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 Aug 23, 2017 19:47:50 GMT -8
The old woman’s eyebrows raised slightly as Sam gestured towards the cat in response to her question of if the Bookmaster was present. She wasn’t sure if the young man was making a joke or being serious, but she wasn’t going to dismiss what he said immediately. While the Bookmaster being a cat was rather unlikely, she’d seen far stranger things.
“This cat here is the Bookmaster? I wasn’t told what exactly this Bookmaster’s appearance is, but an old man with a beard does sound like a safe bet for someone who spends their days working with books. A cat, however, not exactly what I was expecting.”
Turning her attention away from Sam, Grandma walks closer towards the cat, regarding it with a look of mild interest. It currently was looking just like a typical cat, grooming itself and not doing anything to indicate it might have more on its mind than where it could find its next mouse to chase.
“This is quite the interesting library, larger than I was expecting, but still maintains a certain warmth to it. I’ve been to a number of libraries, some with perhaps more books than this one, but none had such a lovely atmosphere. The smell is quite excellent as well…”
Although the others in the room would be able to hear her words without much difficulty, Grandma didn’t seem to be speaking to anyone in particular as she voiced her thoughts on the library.
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Sam
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 24-28 years old.
Physical Description: Powerless, weak, worthless, scum. These are words that describe who Sam is. He is all of these things, quite objectively. You see, Sam is hampered by a rare, unfortunate genetic disease. The disease is uncommon because most who bear its burden usually die off, and never breed. Its only known name is Perniciosa. Perniciosa has a few obvious symptoms visible to the naked eye; one being the drastically white hair it leaves on the corpses it kills. Second, the diseased's eyes are malnourished to where the eye-lids are nearly too large to keep the actual eyes within their sockets. The final visual cue is the thinness of the diseased's bones and overall body structure; it's almost as if the brain itself doesn't want to thrive, it only wants to survive, and will skimp out on whatever it can while still meeting that mark. A permanent muscle atrophy clings onto his tormented being.
The disease's wrath doesn't end just there, though. One with Perniciosa also cannot digest foods such as meat, vegetables, fishes, or nuts. Grains are the easiest thing for their stomach to digest. Also, temperatures above eighty degrees Fahrenheit are stroke-inducing. Direct sunlight or any other heat-source, like fire, cause extreme discomfort for one with Perniciosa. There's a lot more to this disease, but it's mostly negligible.
Sam stands hunched over at 5'7", and weighs around 90-100 pounds, depending on how much he has eaten. His skin droops against gravity, clinging onto his visible bones.
Clothes and Equipment: Sam Poulois is a husk of who he once was. It used to be his utmost desire to make something of himself in his broken body, but now, he merely shifts from kingdom to kingdom so he can beg from new people who aren't annoyed by his presence. His meager belongings include a walking stick, his clothes, and his cloak. That's about it. That's all he needs to carry his weak self from town to town. Sometimes, he exchanges words of wisdom for the contributions that are given to his food fund, depending on whether or not the giver would really need such a thing.
Registered: Mar 2, 2017 20:38:21 GMT -8
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Post by Sam on Aug 28, 2017 15:02:19 GMT -8
"This cat here is the Bookmaster?"
An old woman would presume a cat to be of status; smelling the air and twiddling on the thought of this library and its grandeur, the lady boasted her travels to better yet lesser libraries.
The smell wasn't that great. Not for Sam anyways. No doubt he had no sense of smell, or at least a horribly stricken one; between his young yet old eyes, the plates of his sinuses looked strained and worn. His skin only followed the bone and as such, one's nasal curve from eye to bridge simply did not exist; unsettling as it was, his cheeks rose into a friendly smile. He had no intention on answering her pseudo-question, though.
An old woman could find her answers on her own.
This was known.
"Where did you come from then?" Sam inquired in the manner of small talk.
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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 Aug 29, 2017 8:45:20 GMT -8
The cat did nothing that wasn't cat like, unconcerned with any looks or gazes it was getting from either the Waif or the Grandmother. Its tail flicked as it rose up on his haunches, finished with grooming and leaped onto a small table. A small orb on a pedastal -- lightly glowing, even -- was in its way, so the cat knocked it off where it rolled across the carpet to Sam's feet. Its walk less hindered, the cat made for the end of the table and made an easy drop to the ground, where it sauntered around a book case and out of sight. The Grandmother and the Waif were left to have their stilted, small-talk conversation. Perhaps it would even come to the ranges of awkward. The Library continued to be handsome and inviting, however quiet as it was. Suddenly, a large cloak made of beautiful Rondi wood and marble sourced from somewhere began to chime the time. Gong.....Gong....Gong....The clock face suddenly began to wind faster and faster faster until it stopped precisely at Nine o' clock, and then began to retick. An image slowly scrawled across its face as the second-hand tocked away, the image of a crow in flight. And from the corner the cat had walked around, a well-dressed, handsome, mustachio'd man entered, his hands caught up in the task of securing cuff links of his well-made jacket. "Hello, hello, and welcome," he said, his Rondi accent more sophisticated than those usually found in DeRuiz, hinting, perhaps, that he was from Rondon itself. "Please, take a seat." There hadn't been any chairs when they had entered, but if they turned to look at the fireplace, they'd find three comfortable wing-backed chairs turned to face each other, a small table beside each one. The cat came waltzing back into the room as well as the man made his way toward the table it had walked over, searching through some papers. "Forgive my tardiness. Unexpected business came upon the Contested Islands. Cheroot?" He offered from his distance, opening a handsome box and pulling one out, wondering if either of his guests would like one as well.
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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.
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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 Aug 30, 2017 21:26:24 GMT -8
Grandma glanced over at Sam as he inquired where she had come from, letting out a slight yawn before responding.
“I came here from Rondon. I was conducting some trade there when I heard about this library. It sounded like just my kind of place, so I came out here to have a look.”
Maybe, uninterrupted, Grandma would have continued the small talk with Sam. But the arrival of the Bookmaster caused her attention to be turned away from the sickly looking youth.
“Ah, you must be the Bookmaster I’ve heard about. It’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. I’m not normally one for cigars, but I suppose one can’t cause me too much harm.”
Walking over to one of the chairs, Grandma gently lowered herself down into it, leaning her cane so it rested at an angle on the chair’s arm.
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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 Sept 3, 2017 8:44:21 GMT -8
The well-dressed man chuckled. "I am afraid, my lady, that I am not the Bookmaker," he said. He crossed the distance with a cigar for himself, and a cigar for Grandma. He handed one to her, then used a hand to unbutton his coat so it would not wrinkle when he sat. The cigars we're already clipped, and with a blink, a small flame burned at the end of his so the cheroot would light, then extinguished. He puffed, puffed. Then spoke. "I am Cristobal DeMuerto," he said, bowing his head to both Grandma and Sam. "An apprentice, you might say, of the Bookmaker. The Bookmaker is a very certain type of man and has not seen very many people in the last decade or so." The Cat jumped onto his side table. He chuckled and reached out to pet the cat, who purred into his hand. "And this is Ralfio," Cristobal further illuminated.
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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 Oct 23, 2017 9:12:28 GMT -8
So it seemed this man was not the Bookmaster but simply an apprentice. From what he said of the man and the nature of the job he had, Grandma supposed it did make sense that the Bookmaster was perhaps more than just a little reclusive. Not wanting to meet strangers and travelers but instead focus on his work. If that is what he did, Grandma couldn’t fault him for it.
“My apologies for mistaking you for the Bookmaster. Regardless, it is still a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Cristobal DeMuerto. I suppose then you will be showing me this lovely collection instead of the Bookmaster?”
Raising the cigar to her lips, Grandma took a small puff, the end of the cigar having been lit in a similar manner to DeMuerto’s as she lifted it. She had never really understood the fascination with smoking things that some people across the Overworld had. Still, following the lead of her host might help put them at ease.
“I’m curious, what exactly does being the ‘apprentice’ to the Bookmaster here entail?”
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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 Oct 30, 2017 20:01:37 GMT -8
Settled in his seat, the handsome, middle-aged man grinned across the way at the austere and elegant older woman. "It would be my pleasure," he said as he puffed on his own cigar. He scruffed the back of Ralfio's neck and lowered his hand, resting it easily on the lush arm of the high-backed chair he sat in.
His ankle crossed over to his knee, his shoes expensive and shined to a gloss. His chuckle was warm, and smooth as aged whiskey.
"Mm, lately it seems to mean Steward, Messenger, and Assistant all in one," Cristobal said. He puffed on his cigar and let out smoke, the smoke taking the form of a horse as it ran from his mouth before dissipating. "On the good days, it means that I am a student of the Bookmaker's work," he said. "I think you can agree that no matter how old you are, there seems to be more you need to learn."
He grinned, puffed again, and addressed the distinguished lady across from him. "What are you seeking to learn today, Dona?" he wondered, using a Rondi nomenclature for an older woman, usually married or widowed.
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