Thalric Dale, Paladin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60
Age: 37
Physical Description: -----------------------
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One would think that the tall fellow, some inches over six feet in height, would be intimidating. The scars on his face, the blinded left eye, the battered full plate armor and beaten shield. He has a warrior's physique, though he does not have the hulking mass one would attribute to paragons of battle.
The gentle smile wipes any doubts away.
Thalric moves with militant readiness, those habits deep in his bones. His coal black hair and sky blue eye mark his as a commoner, though he has long since lost the lower-class accent to something middling, bridging the gap between merchant elite and nobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Blessed Longsword // Holy sword
Enchanted Plate Armor and Steel Shield // Improved sturdiness and resilience against weapons
Enchanted Dire Wolf Cloak // Grants protection (not immunity) from the cold
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Player's online availability : Mornings, mostly. Early afternoons.
Registered: Aug 30, 2017 12:21:32 GMT -8
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Post by Thalric Dale, Paladin on Aug 31, 2017 11:24:21 GMT -8
Thalric's eyes peered up from what he'd held in his palm, his gaze alighting on Layla Rashmi instead. He gave a light chuckle and smiled, the sensation of that calming presence all the more blatant at such a close proximity. It was like knowing a trustworthy friend was standing at your side or watching your back. "Not while I'm sitting, no," the paladin quipped in return. His hand dropped the small, thumbnail sized iron shield charm from his hand to dangle around his neck once more. "You seem to do well enough yourself, given your entrance, ma'am. To what do I owe the pleasure?" He was polite, his dialect somewhere among the merchant class. respectable enough to speak to nobility if need be.
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Layla Rashmi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Physical Description: An attractive woman, apparently in her middle thirties, with deep midnight blue eyes and thick, black hair that falls past her hips in a silken curtain. Almost reaching five feet tall, she has a strong, muscular frame and generous curves obvious even strapped down beneath plate armor. Her skin is smooth and pale like a porcelain doll, though she pinkens in the sun and freckles in the summer.
Her voice is a smoky contralto, calling to mind whispers in the night in its pitch and timbre regardless of the volume. She speaks with a rough accent, strongly implying a lowborn lineage and street education. The glint of razors strapped to her boots reinforces the image, despite her pleasant smile.
Braided into her hair so that it hangs below and just behind her left ear, and held in place with a column of deep blue beads, is a long feather, coal black on the back and banded black-and-white on the underside.
She walks with a choreographed grace, as though every step were a dance to music only she can hear, the jingling and clanking of her armor, spurs, and/or jewelry often playing audible percussion accompaniment.
Up close, one might notice the scent of the deep forest on her: leaves, rain, good soil, and wild roses. Beneath and behind, though not quite concealed by it, is the lingering smell of sweat, smoke, and blood.
Clothes and Equipment:
When out and about, Layla is most often seen in plate armor with a long, white, high-collared coat over it. Slung low on her left hip is a pair of massive hand-and-a-half swords, clearly a matching set, one with a guard and pommel in steel grey, the other trimmed in gold. On her right hip hangs a heavy steel warhammer.
Registered: Jul 18, 2017 19:59:46 GMT -8
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Post by Layla Rashmi on Aug 31, 2017 11:36:44 GMT -8
“Like I said, you stand out.” She laughed merrily, leaning back in the chair and crossing her legs at the knee. “You got my attention, so I come over. It seemed like the thing to do.”
Layla’s own speech and manners indicated a much lower class background. One could hardly call her actions polite in the strictest sense, just coming over and inviting herself to sit down like that, but she was friendly enough that it might be hard to call her rude, exactly.
“What brings you to Lhesa, then?” She looked over the man more closely, as if appraising him. “Brave an’ bold for fame an’ gold, maybe? Lookin’ to find your fortune among the ruins?”
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Thalric Dale, Paladin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60
Age: 37
Physical Description: -----------------------
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One would think that the tall fellow, some inches over six feet in height, would be intimidating. The scars on his face, the blinded left eye, the battered full plate armor and beaten shield. He has a warrior's physique, though he does not have the hulking mass one would attribute to paragons of battle.
The gentle smile wipes any doubts away.
Thalric moves with militant readiness, those habits deep in his bones. His coal black hair and sky blue eye mark his as a commoner, though he has long since lost the lower-class accent to something middling, bridging the gap between merchant elite and nobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Blessed Longsword // Holy sword
Enchanted Plate Armor and Steel Shield // Improved sturdiness and resilience against weapons
Enchanted Dire Wolf Cloak // Grants protection (not immunity) from the cold
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Player's online availability : Mornings, mostly. Early afternoons.
Registered: Aug 30, 2017 12:21:32 GMT -8
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Post by Thalric Dale, Paladin on Aug 31, 2017 11:44:30 GMT -8
Thalric laughed, shaking his head.
"Wouldn't say as much, no. Just...going where I'm needed. Call it a pilgrimage," he replied evenly, still smiling. And even for the faintest moment, the damnable man had a flush of colour in his cheeks. "Merchants I was traveling with had paid me to accompany them here from the mainland. They were generous enough, and seemed like the place to be."
He shifted in his chair, making sure his legs had some room while avoiding hers.
"And yourself? Fortune and glory in these ancient lands? Seems you've already accrued some sort of reputation, judging by the respect these folks gave you upon entering."
There was a pause before he chuckled and held out a calloused, scarred hand. "Forgive my manners. Thalric Dale, at your service."
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Layla Rashmi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Physical Description: An attractive woman, apparently in her middle thirties, with deep midnight blue eyes and thick, black hair that falls past her hips in a silken curtain. Almost reaching five feet tall, she has a strong, muscular frame and generous curves obvious even strapped down beneath plate armor. Her skin is smooth and pale like a porcelain doll, though she pinkens in the sun and freckles in the summer.
Her voice is a smoky contralto, calling to mind whispers in the night in its pitch and timbre regardless of the volume. She speaks with a rough accent, strongly implying a lowborn lineage and street education. The glint of razors strapped to her boots reinforces the image, despite her pleasant smile.
Braided into her hair so that it hangs below and just behind her left ear, and held in place with a column of deep blue beads, is a long feather, coal black on the back and banded black-and-white on the underside.
She walks with a choreographed grace, as though every step were a dance to music only she can hear, the jingling and clanking of her armor, spurs, and/or jewelry often playing audible percussion accompaniment.
Up close, one might notice the scent of the deep forest on her: leaves, rain, good soil, and wild roses. Beneath and behind, though not quite concealed by it, is the lingering smell of sweat, smoke, and blood.
Clothes and Equipment:
When out and about, Layla is most often seen in plate armor with a long, white, high-collared coat over it. Slung low on her left hip is a pair of massive hand-and-a-half swords, clearly a matching set, one with a guard and pommel in steel grey, the other trimmed in gold. On her right hip hangs a heavy steel warhammer.
Registered: Jul 18, 2017 19:59:46 GMT -8
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Post by Layla Rashmi on Aug 31, 2017 12:02:54 GMT -8
“You might say that.” Layla reached out a gauntleted hand to take his, giving a firm but not crushing shake. As she leaned forward, the paladin might get a sense from the woman that all was not as friendly as pleasant as it seemed. It was far more subtle than the calming that surrounded Thalric, but the spark of the divine in him might pick it up. A subtle aura of darkness clung to the woman, as if some part of her was the night incarnate, and behind the perfume of roses, he might even detect the scent of smoke and blood.
Then she released his hand and leaned back again, and the sense was gone, like a half-forgotten dream. “I ain’t one for titles an’ formalities, but some of the folks around here can’t help themselves. Was my money as brung the first ship. Sailin’ under Cap’n Jack, too. Me an’ my family owns a fair bit of the city, too… the parts as got anyone in ‘em, at least. But don't be fooled. I ain't but a upjumped street urchin turned sellsword. All the money in the world won't never change that. Layla Rashmi, by the way. Most folks just call me Layla.”
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Thalric Dale, Paladin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60
Age: 37
Physical Description: -----------------------
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One would think that the tall fellow, some inches over six feet in height, would be intimidating. The scars on his face, the blinded left eye, the battered full plate armor and beaten shield. He has a warrior's physique, though he does not have the hulking mass one would attribute to paragons of battle.
The gentle smile wipes any doubts away.
Thalric moves with militant readiness, those habits deep in his bones. His coal black hair and sky blue eye mark his as a commoner, though he has long since lost the lower-class accent to something middling, bridging the gap between merchant elite and nobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Blessed Longsword // Holy sword
Enchanted Plate Armor and Steel Shield // Improved sturdiness and resilience against weapons
Enchanted Dire Wolf Cloak // Grants protection (not immunity) from the cold
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Player's online availability : Mornings, mostly. Early afternoons.
Registered: Aug 30, 2017 12:21:32 GMT -8
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Post by Thalric Dale, Paladin on Aug 31, 2017 12:35:28 GMT -8
"Seems the unique pleasure is mine, Layla," he replied civilly. It seemed the brief handshake was a two-way street: she could feel something at the core of him, something unyielding as steel, something bright, furious and glorious that was dormant like a sleeping lion, all kept under that humble exterior of scarred and battleworn armor and flesh.
His one good eye narrowed slightly as he gauged her, not with enmity or distrust but curiousity. "Fame and gold for the brave and bold, eh? Seems you're earned your keep here, perhaps literally. Can't help but feel like we're a joke waiting to happen, though. Upjumped street urchin turned sellsword turned entrepeneur and a soldier turned paladin walk into a rowdy tavern," he said with a grin, waving one of the serving staff over to just get himself a pint of cider and something hot to eat.
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Layla Rashmi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Physical Description: An attractive woman, apparently in her middle thirties, with deep midnight blue eyes and thick, black hair that falls past her hips in a silken curtain. Almost reaching five feet tall, she has a strong, muscular frame and generous curves obvious even strapped down beneath plate armor. Her skin is smooth and pale like a porcelain doll, though she pinkens in the sun and freckles in the summer.
Her voice is a smoky contralto, calling to mind whispers in the night in its pitch and timbre regardless of the volume. She speaks with a rough accent, strongly implying a lowborn lineage and street education. The glint of razors strapped to her boots reinforces the image, despite her pleasant smile.
Braided into her hair so that it hangs below and just behind her left ear, and held in place with a column of deep blue beads, is a long feather, coal black on the back and banded black-and-white on the underside.
She walks with a choreographed grace, as though every step were a dance to music only she can hear, the jingling and clanking of her armor, spurs, and/or jewelry often playing audible percussion accompaniment.
Up close, one might notice the scent of the deep forest on her: leaves, rain, good soil, and wild roses. Beneath and behind, though not quite concealed by it, is the lingering smell of sweat, smoke, and blood.
Clothes and Equipment:
When out and about, Layla is most often seen in plate armor with a long, white, high-collared coat over it. Slung low on her left hip is a pair of massive hand-and-a-half swords, clearly a matching set, one with a guard and pommel in steel grey, the other trimmed in gold. On her right hip hangs a heavy steel warhammer.
Registered: Jul 18, 2017 19:59:46 GMT -8
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Post by Layla Rashmi on Aug 31, 2017 12:50:31 GMT -8
“Fortune smiled on me a bit, it is true. But my brave an’ bold days is more behind than ahead, I should think. I do got a family to worry over, after all.” Another warm laugh bubbled up from Layla’s lips. “Leastwise, that is how it would be if I listened better.”
She took another sip from her glass, something made from local fruits with rum it by the smell. “They almost had to tie me down to keep me from comin’ here on that first trip. Now I’m here, I see all these folks goin’ out an’ explorin’ an’ all… An’ good as they is, there is things I feel like I should do myself. I always been the hands-on sort that way.”
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Thalric Dale, Paladin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60
Age: 37
Physical Description: -----------------------
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One would think that the tall fellow, some inches over six feet in height, would be intimidating. The scars on his face, the blinded left eye, the battered full plate armor and beaten shield. He has a warrior's physique, though he does not have the hulking mass one would attribute to paragons of battle.
The gentle smile wipes any doubts away.
Thalric moves with militant readiness, those habits deep in his bones. His coal black hair and sky blue eye mark his as a commoner, though he has long since lost the lower-class accent to something middling, bridging the gap between merchant elite and nobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Blessed Longsword // Holy sword
Enchanted Plate Armor and Steel Shield // Improved sturdiness and resilience against weapons
Enchanted Dire Wolf Cloak // Grants protection (not immunity) from the cold
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Player's online availability : Mornings, mostly. Early afternoons.
Registered: Aug 30, 2017 12:21:32 GMT -8
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Post by Thalric Dale, Paladin on Aug 31, 2017 13:01:34 GMT -8
Thalric couldn't help but laugh and smile when she did, the sound infectious.
"Old habits die hard," he said with some weight behind that, knowing the truth of the matter too well. "But here you are. Family and all. If you have some semblence of leadership here, it would make sense to keep you from any dangers beyond. But, by the same token, perhaps the people here could benefit from knowing that the leadership is willing to risk as much as the others do by traveling beyond the walls. Something to be said, leading from the front. I can understand if your family would be too worried to lose you, however."
He scratched his chin for a moment.
"Any particular spots of trouble out there? Or help I could provide while here?"
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Layla Rashmi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Physical Description: An attractive woman, apparently in her middle thirties, with deep midnight blue eyes and thick, black hair that falls past her hips in a silken curtain. Almost reaching five feet tall, she has a strong, muscular frame and generous curves obvious even strapped down beneath plate armor. Her skin is smooth and pale like a porcelain doll, though she pinkens in the sun and freckles in the summer.
Her voice is a smoky contralto, calling to mind whispers in the night in its pitch and timbre regardless of the volume. She speaks with a rough accent, strongly implying a lowborn lineage and street education. The glint of razors strapped to her boots reinforces the image, despite her pleasant smile.
Braided into her hair so that it hangs below and just behind her left ear, and held in place with a column of deep blue beads, is a long feather, coal black on the back and banded black-and-white on the underside.
She walks with a choreographed grace, as though every step were a dance to music only she can hear, the jingling and clanking of her armor, spurs, and/or jewelry often playing audible percussion accompaniment.
Up close, one might notice the scent of the deep forest on her: leaves, rain, good soil, and wild roses. Beneath and behind, though not quite concealed by it, is the lingering smell of sweat, smoke, and blood.
Clothes and Equipment:
When out and about, Layla is most often seen in plate armor with a long, white, high-collared coat over it. Slung low on her left hip is a pair of massive hand-and-a-half swords, clearly a matching set, one with a guard and pommel in steel grey, the other trimmed in gold. On her right hip hangs a heavy steel warhammer.
Registered: Jul 18, 2017 19:59:46 GMT -8
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Post by Layla Rashmi on Aug 31, 2017 13:24:58 GMT -8
“My troubles is mostly inside the walls.” She laughed and shook her head, gesturing around to indicate the room, or perhaps the city. “Keepin’ the peace an’ such. These explorers an’ adventurers seekin’ after gold an’ glory get into more’n their fair share of troubles. Fightin’ over finder’s rights… gettin’ drunk an’ rowdy… big damned heroes tryin’ to prove at each other which is the best.”
Even complaining, she seemed more amused than upset about it all, in the same way a card player might laugh at a bad hand. “That ain’t even accountin’ for the criminals. Smugglers. Thieves. Politicians. Bankers. Where there is money to be made, there is always crime. No escapin’ it.”
Layla tipped back her glass and took a longer drink this time. “Course, somethin’ tells me you ain’t here to join the watch, yeah? You was wonderin’ if someone tripped over some mad wizard’s lair, or a portal to Hell, or somethin’ like that. Somethin’ that a danger even to the folks as don’t choose in, like. Am I wrong?”
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Thalric Dale, Paladin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60
Age: 37
Physical Description: -----------------------
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One would think that the tall fellow, some inches over six feet in height, would be intimidating. The scars on his face, the blinded left eye, the battered full plate armor and beaten shield. He has a warrior's physique, though he does not have the hulking mass one would attribute to paragons of battle.
The gentle smile wipes any doubts away.
Thalric moves with militant readiness, those habits deep in his bones. His coal black hair and sky blue eye mark his as a commoner, though he has long since lost the lower-class accent to something middling, bridging the gap between merchant elite and nobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Blessed Longsword // Holy sword
Enchanted Plate Armor and Steel Shield // Improved sturdiness and resilience against weapons
Enchanted Dire Wolf Cloak // Grants protection (not immunity) from the cold
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Player's online availability : Mornings, mostly. Early afternoons.
Registered: Aug 30, 2017 12:21:32 GMT -8
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Post by Thalric Dale, Paladin on Aug 31, 2017 13:39:08 GMT -8
Thalric listened intently as she spoke, explaining the atmosphere of the place and the current lay of the land, as it were. It made sense, reminding him much of the days when there were too many soldiers with too much time on their hands waiting for orders. But, she seemed to take it in stride, a much healthier attitude than to wallow in frustration.
He did laugh when she tried to peg him for a thrill seeker, shaking his head. "Had more than my fair share of mad wizards and Hell, ma'am. It's like I said, was accompanying the merchants to their destination, nothing more. But, if you're looking for a shield to be lent or someone with watch and military experience, then look no further. Where I go, someone needs help. And that's what I intend to do. No fortune and glory for me," he said simply. He didn't say she was wrong, which may have been the polite thing to do, but it seemed clear he wasn't the kind of fellow to be blinded by promises of power and glory.
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Layla Rashmi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Physical Description: An attractive woman, apparently in her middle thirties, with deep midnight blue eyes and thick, black hair that falls past her hips in a silken curtain. Almost reaching five feet tall, she has a strong, muscular frame and generous curves obvious even strapped down beneath plate armor. Her skin is smooth and pale like a porcelain doll, though she pinkens in the sun and freckles in the summer.
Her voice is a smoky contralto, calling to mind whispers in the night in its pitch and timbre regardless of the volume. She speaks with a rough accent, strongly implying a lowborn lineage and street education. The glint of razors strapped to her boots reinforces the image, despite her pleasant smile.
Braided into her hair so that it hangs below and just behind her left ear, and held in place with a column of deep blue beads, is a long feather, coal black on the back and banded black-and-white on the underside.
She walks with a choreographed grace, as though every step were a dance to music only she can hear, the jingling and clanking of her armor, spurs, and/or jewelry often playing audible percussion accompaniment.
Up close, one might notice the scent of the deep forest on her: leaves, rain, good soil, and wild roses. Beneath and behind, though not quite concealed by it, is the lingering smell of sweat, smoke, and blood.
Clothes and Equipment:
When out and about, Layla is most often seen in plate armor with a long, white, high-collared coat over it. Slung low on her left hip is a pair of massive hand-and-a-half swords, clearly a matching set, one with a guard and pommel in steel grey, the other trimmed in gold. On her right hip hangs a heavy steel warhammer.
Registered: Jul 18, 2017 19:59:46 GMT -8
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Post by Layla Rashmi on Aug 31, 2017 18:24:11 GMT -8
She looked over him again, taking in his stature, his scars, the way he carried himself… the man almost certainly was honest about his military experience, from the look of it. For a moment, she considered starting a brawl to see how he handled himself. Circe would be genuinely upset by something like, though.
“You should meet with my head of security, I think. I think you got a few things in common. An’ she will be less like to smack me about for talkin’ too free in a bar where just anyone might hear things.” Layla looked over either shoulder, then leaned in and whispered conspiratorially. “Anyone in here might be a spy, you know.”
Then she burst out laughing again, leaning back in her chair. “Silly nonsense, of course. But better safe than sorry, I been told. There might be a thing or two a man of your talents might be able to help with. An’ if things work out, might be we will see if there is a reason for you to stay here for a while.”
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Thalric Dale, Paladin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60
Age: 37
Physical Description: -----------------------
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/03/23/85/032385d1c3ab6a89c0e2d020f99079e6.jpg
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One would think that the tall fellow, some inches over six feet in height, would be intimidating. The scars on his face, the blinded left eye, the battered full plate armor and beaten shield. He has a warrior's physique, though he does not have the hulking mass one would attribute to paragons of battle.
The gentle smile wipes any doubts away.
Thalric moves with militant readiness, those habits deep in his bones. His coal black hair and sky blue eye mark his as a commoner, though he has long since lost the lower-class accent to something middling, bridging the gap between merchant elite and nobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Blessed Longsword // Holy sword
Enchanted Plate Armor and Steel Shield // Improved sturdiness and resilience against weapons
Enchanted Dire Wolf Cloak // Grants protection (not immunity) from the cold
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Player's online availability : Mornings, mostly. Early afternoons.
Registered: Aug 30, 2017 12:21:32 GMT -8
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Post by Thalric Dale, Paladin on Aug 31, 2017 19:20:55 GMT -8
"When fortunes are to be made and lost, it never hurts to be cautious. An ounce of prevention, or so they say," Thalric agreed, nodding at Layla. "If you need to return to your own business, there's no need to fret for me. And you'll know where to find me, should I be able to grab a room here. But, if you aren't too busy, we can always speak of things that aren't worth the ears of spies."
He took a sip of his own drink, settling into his seat.
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Jack Reed
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Physical Description: Jack is an old man, hard and grizzled from a life at sea. Once blue eyes are now watery and grey, and his hair and beard long ago turned white. His hands are rough and calloused and scarred from a lifetime of hard work on ships and boats.
Clothes and Equipment: Usually seen in sturdy, practical clothing that's slightly dated and out of fashion. He always has a long knife on him, and often wears a cutlass as well. He always wears an amulet that he swear is a lucky charm, but people with a sensitivity to magic might notice that it is enchanted with wards and charms related to the weather.
Registered: May 22, 2017 8:01:42 GMT -8
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Post by Jack Reed on Sept 1, 2017 9:42:24 GMT -8
Jack noticed when Layla Rashmi entered the bar. That white coat and long black hair was highly distinctive, especially from up on the balcony where her small stature didn’t render her hidden behind everyone else so effectively. Even if he had somehow missed her, shortly afterwards, one of the serving girls came up to tell him. Technically, she had hired him on that first trip out, but n addition to the large share he had claimed from the trip, he had invested his own money into further efforts to reclaim the city. He had a nice, cozy retirement now, and he owed it to Layla, in some sense. But more than that, he kept an eye on the movers and shakers of any place he was. In Lhesa, that meant paying attention to Layla. She didn’t have an official title or position in the city, but she paid the wages of the watch and the judges. Others might have more money in their vaults, but in Lhesa, Layla Rashmi was the law. And that warranted watching. He watched her walk over to a quiet corner and start a conversation with some adventurer fresh off the boats. He wondered for a moment if she had specifically brought him to Lhesa or if she was just trying to seduce him. He made note of the man’s face, then leaned over and whispered to the girl, who promptly scampered off to bring Thalric Dale, Paladin his order.
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Layla Rashmi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Physical Description: An attractive woman, apparently in her middle thirties, with deep midnight blue eyes and thick, black hair that falls past her hips in a silken curtain. Almost reaching five feet tall, she has a strong, muscular frame and generous curves obvious even strapped down beneath plate armor. Her skin is smooth and pale like a porcelain doll, though she pinkens in the sun and freckles in the summer.
Her voice is a smoky contralto, calling to mind whispers in the night in its pitch and timbre regardless of the volume. She speaks with a rough accent, strongly implying a lowborn lineage and street education. The glint of razors strapped to her boots reinforces the image, despite her pleasant smile.
Braided into her hair so that it hangs below and just behind her left ear, and held in place with a column of deep blue beads, is a long feather, coal black on the back and banded black-and-white on the underside.
She walks with a choreographed grace, as though every step were a dance to music only she can hear, the jingling and clanking of her armor, spurs, and/or jewelry often playing audible percussion accompaniment.
Up close, one might notice the scent of the deep forest on her: leaves, rain, good soil, and wild roses. Beneath and behind, though not quite concealed by it, is the lingering smell of sweat, smoke, and blood.
Clothes and Equipment:
When out and about, Layla is most often seen in plate armor with a long, white, high-collared coat over it. Slung low on her left hip is a pair of massive hand-and-a-half swords, clearly a matching set, one with a guard and pommel in steel grey, the other trimmed in gold. On her right hip hangs a heavy steel warhammer.
Registered: Jul 18, 2017 19:59:46 GMT -8
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Post by Layla Rashmi on Sept 1, 2017 10:26:51 GMT -8
“I got nowhere particular to be just now. I did wander out lookin’ to get a drink, after all.” She laughed and raised her glass, then noticed how low it was and waved to the nearest barmaid. She held up the glass and called over “Another of these when you get a chance, darlin’, thank you.”
Turning back to Thalric, Layla lightly tapped her fingertips on the table. If it had been a nice, new table, the armored gauntlets would almost certainly have been leaving a row of dings in the finish, but the table had seen enough rough use that whatever marks she might be leaving were lost in the existing scuffs and dents. “So that is what you do, then? You play guard to merchants an’ the like, travelin’ here an’ there until you land somewhere as catches your fancy for a bit? Then, after a while, off to the next adventure?”
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Thalric Dale, Paladin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60
Age: 37
Physical Description: -----------------------
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/03/23/85/032385d1c3ab6a89c0e2d020f99079e6.jpg
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One would think that the tall fellow, some inches over six feet in height, would be intimidating. The scars on his face, the blinded left eye, the battered full plate armor and beaten shield. He has a warrior's physique, though he does not have the hulking mass one would attribute to paragons of battle.
The gentle smile wipes any doubts away.
Thalric moves with militant readiness, those habits deep in his bones. His coal black hair and sky blue eye mark his as a commoner, though he has long since lost the lower-class accent to something middling, bridging the gap between merchant elite and nobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Blessed Longsword // Holy sword
Enchanted Plate Armor and Steel Shield // Improved sturdiness and resilience against weapons
Enchanted Dire Wolf Cloak // Grants protection (not immunity) from the cold
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Player's online availability : Mornings, mostly. Early afternoons.
Registered: Aug 30, 2017 12:21:32 GMT -8
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Post by Thalric Dale, Paladin on Sept 1, 2017 10:32:13 GMT -8
"More or less the life, yes," he replied, observing the waitress that arrived with his food and a fresh pitcher of water. He thanked her, putting a few coins on the table for her to grab before returning his attention to Layla, unaware of the proprietor's attention above.
"At least, that's what it is now. Call it a pilgrimage while I learn the ropes. Find some answers about this new life being a paladin. Srith has certainly seen me far from home in Her name. I'd call it rewarding thus far," the paladin said with a small smile.
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Layla Rashmi
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Roleplay posts: 54
Physical Description: An attractive woman, apparently in her middle thirties, with deep midnight blue eyes and thick, black hair that falls past her hips in a silken curtain. Almost reaching five feet tall, she has a strong, muscular frame and generous curves obvious even strapped down beneath plate armor. Her skin is smooth and pale like a porcelain doll, though she pinkens in the sun and freckles in the summer.
Her voice is a smoky contralto, calling to mind whispers in the night in its pitch and timbre regardless of the volume. She speaks with a rough accent, strongly implying a lowborn lineage and street education. The glint of razors strapped to her boots reinforces the image, despite her pleasant smile.
Braided into her hair so that it hangs below and just behind her left ear, and held in place with a column of deep blue beads, is a long feather, coal black on the back and banded black-and-white on the underside.
She walks with a choreographed grace, as though every step were a dance to music only she can hear, the jingling and clanking of her armor, spurs, and/or jewelry often playing audible percussion accompaniment.
Up close, one might notice the scent of the deep forest on her: leaves, rain, good soil, and wild roses. Beneath and behind, though not quite concealed by it, is the lingering smell of sweat, smoke, and blood.
Clothes and Equipment:
When out and about, Layla is most often seen in plate armor with a long, white, high-collared coat over it. Slung low on her left hip is a pair of massive hand-and-a-half swords, clearly a matching set, one with a guard and pommel in steel grey, the other trimmed in gold. On her right hip hangs a heavy steel warhammer.
Registered: Jul 18, 2017 19:59:46 GMT -8
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Post by Layla Rashmi on Sept 1, 2017 10:52:41 GMT -8
A delicate brow arched slightly at that. “Paladin, you say? Don’t get too many of your sort out here. I suppose I should not be surprised on it, though, considerin’. You do got the look.”
Layla tipped back her glass, finishing the drink just as the barmaid brought its replacement. She cast that appraising look across the table again, as if checking the man out in a new light. “Mind you don’t go smitin’ folks willy an’ nilly while you is here, yeah? I know some of you lot is quick to pull steel at the first sign of somethin’ you don’t like.”
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Thalric Dale, Paladin
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Roleplay posts: 60
Age: 37
Physical Description: -----------------------
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One would think that the tall fellow, some inches over six feet in height, would be intimidating. The scars on his face, the blinded left eye, the battered full plate armor and beaten shield. He has a warrior's physique, though he does not have the hulking mass one would attribute to paragons of battle.
The gentle smile wipes any doubts away.
Thalric moves with militant readiness, those habits deep in his bones. His coal black hair and sky blue eye mark his as a commoner, though he has long since lost the lower-class accent to something middling, bridging the gap between merchant elite and nobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Blessed Longsword // Holy sword
Enchanted Plate Armor and Steel Shield // Improved sturdiness and resilience against weapons
Enchanted Dire Wolf Cloak // Grants protection (not immunity) from the cold
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Player's online availability : Mornings, mostly. Early afternoons.
Registered: Aug 30, 2017 12:21:32 GMT -8
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Post by Thalric Dale, Paladin on Sept 1, 2017 11:02:27 GMT -8
Thalric laughed, lifting up his hands in a placating gesture.
"I try to abide the laws much as I can where I go, and this won't be any different. Not the smiting sort, I can promise you that. Syrith isn't an avenging goddess or wrathful flame of justice. Syrith is a shield, not a sword," he explained, hoping it would help soothe some worries. "And it tends to be the foolishness of youth, wounded ego, thoughtlessness or tempers that draw steel. Far too many who see the world in extremes. Other paladins chief among them. Their gods can be mercurial."
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Layla Rashmi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Physical Description: An attractive woman, apparently in her middle thirties, with deep midnight blue eyes and thick, black hair that falls past her hips in a silken curtain. Almost reaching five feet tall, she has a strong, muscular frame and generous curves obvious even strapped down beneath plate armor. Her skin is smooth and pale like a porcelain doll, though she pinkens in the sun and freckles in the summer.
Her voice is a smoky contralto, calling to mind whispers in the night in its pitch and timbre regardless of the volume. She speaks with a rough accent, strongly implying a lowborn lineage and street education. The glint of razors strapped to her boots reinforces the image, despite her pleasant smile.
Braided into her hair so that it hangs below and just behind her left ear, and held in place with a column of deep blue beads, is a long feather, coal black on the back and banded black-and-white on the underside.
She walks with a choreographed grace, as though every step were a dance to music only she can hear, the jingling and clanking of her armor, spurs, and/or jewelry often playing audible percussion accompaniment.
Up close, one might notice the scent of the deep forest on her: leaves, rain, good soil, and wild roses. Beneath and behind, though not quite concealed by it, is the lingering smell of sweat, smoke, and blood.
Clothes and Equipment:
When out and about, Layla is most often seen in plate armor with a long, white, high-collared coat over it. Slung low on her left hip is a pair of massive hand-and-a-half swords, clearly a matching set, one with a guard and pommel in steel grey, the other trimmed in gold. On her right hip hangs a heavy steel warhammer.
Registered: Jul 18, 2017 19:59:46 GMT -8
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Post by Layla Rashmi on Sept 1, 2017 11:18:41 GMT -8
She laughed warmly and nodded at that. “True enough, that. Eager youths out to prove somethin’ to the world. An’ ain’t so many of ‘em live long enough to learn better. Like as not, lookin’ for some godsforsaken hill to die on in some ill-conceived last stand, too.”
Layla sipped from her refilled drink, then placed it down on the table again. “You stand between trouble an’ innocent folks, though, an’ that is always alright in my book. Might be surprised how much of my work looked more or less like that back in my sword-sellin’ days.”
She gave a self-deprecating laugh, shaking her head. “But I ain’t hardly long enough in the tooth just yet to spend all my evenin’s sittin’ around in bars talkin’ about what’s done an’ gone. I will save that for when the gray hairs start comin’ in, at least. I ain’t hardly two an’ twenty no more, but I still look more to tomorrow than yesterday, yeah?”
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Thalric Dale, Paladin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60
Age: 37
Physical Description: -----------------------
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One would think that the tall fellow, some inches over six feet in height, would be intimidating. The scars on his face, the blinded left eye, the battered full plate armor and beaten shield. He has a warrior's physique, though he does not have the hulking mass one would attribute to paragons of battle.
The gentle smile wipes any doubts away.
Thalric moves with militant readiness, those habits deep in his bones. His coal black hair and sky blue eye mark his as a commoner, though he has long since lost the lower-class accent to something middling, bridging the gap between merchant elite and nobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Blessed Longsword // Holy sword
Enchanted Plate Armor and Steel Shield // Improved sturdiness and resilience against weapons
Enchanted Dire Wolf Cloak // Grants protection (not immunity) from the cold
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Player's online availability : Mornings, mostly. Early afternoons.
Registered: Aug 30, 2017 12:21:32 GMT -8
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Post by Thalric Dale, Paladin on Sept 1, 2017 11:34:46 GMT -8
"Seems you did better for yourself in your years of mispent youth than mine. You don't seem to be missing any parts." The half-blinded paladin gave a smirk and chuckled along as she spoke. "Well, I'll be sure to speak about the 'old' days enough for the both of us, since I've earned some grey in my hair. And your tomorrow certinly seems brighter than most, Layla. Consider that. Now, speaking of tomorrow's..."
He leaned over to reach for something in his pack, fishing out a small leatherbound book to thumb through for a few moments before he seemed to come to some sort of decision.
"There's a ship that the merchants said would be coming in a week or so, weather permitting. Put in a good word for me with the Captain if I needed to head back to the mainland. So. Seems I've a week to mill about here, unless something changes my mind, Syrith providing. I imagine your a busy sort, but, I'm not one to sit overly idle for too long. Once I finish my meal and you your drink, care to point me in the direction of places I should be aware of in the city, or to play tour guide for an old soldier?" he asked in a friendly tone. "As I said, I can imagine you're busy and I'd rather not impose. Just trying to get a bearing for what my tomorrow will look like, so to speak."
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Layla Rashmi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Physical Description: An attractive woman, apparently in her middle thirties, with deep midnight blue eyes and thick, black hair that falls past her hips in a silken curtain. Almost reaching five feet tall, she has a strong, muscular frame and generous curves obvious even strapped down beneath plate armor. Her skin is smooth and pale like a porcelain doll, though she pinkens in the sun and freckles in the summer.
Her voice is a smoky contralto, calling to mind whispers in the night in its pitch and timbre regardless of the volume. She speaks with a rough accent, strongly implying a lowborn lineage and street education. The glint of razors strapped to her boots reinforces the image, despite her pleasant smile.
Braided into her hair so that it hangs below and just behind her left ear, and held in place with a column of deep blue beads, is a long feather, coal black on the back and banded black-and-white on the underside.
She walks with a choreographed grace, as though every step were a dance to music only she can hear, the jingling and clanking of her armor, spurs, and/or jewelry often playing audible percussion accompaniment.
Up close, one might notice the scent of the deep forest on her: leaves, rain, good soil, and wild roses. Beneath and behind, though not quite concealed by it, is the lingering smell of sweat, smoke, and blood.
Clothes and Equipment:
When out and about, Layla is most often seen in plate armor with a long, white, high-collared coat over it. Slung low on her left hip is a pair of massive hand-and-a-half swords, clearly a matching set, one with a guard and pommel in steel grey, the other trimmed in gold. On her right hip hangs a heavy steel warhammer.
Registered: Jul 18, 2017 19:59:46 GMT -8
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Post by Layla Rashmi on Sept 1, 2017 12:04:43 GMT -8
Layla recoiled slightly from that, shaking her head and raising her hands in front of her as if warding off a blow. “Oh, goddess above, no! You don’t know what you is askin’ for, darlin’. That is fishin’ for trouble of the worst sort, I promise. I can’t stand tours. Awfulest things ever inflicted on the world.”
She took a long, bracing drink from her glass before setting it down again. “I can get through maybe ten minutes of it before I get bored, wander off, an’ start gettin’ into mischief. Then I get a earful an’ a half about later on, like it was my fault someone left all them doors unlocked an’ all them diaries layin’ out an’ all them buttons an’ switches an’ the like just sittin’ there unattended waitin’ on someone to see what they do.”
Layla shook her head again, then leaned forward, resting her arms on the table. “I will tell you what there is out there an’ how to find it, though. Well, enough of it to get by, at least. There’s here, for one, but you already finded it.” She laughed and flashed a playful wink before continuing.
“Out that way,” she pointed towards the back of the bar, presumably deeper into the city and not to some back room, “you will come to the market. Ain’t but half a mile, maybe, at the outside. Easy to find. If you was lookin’ to buy or sell or trade, there is all manner of whatnots out there. Over on the east end, there is a bank run by them bankers I mentioned before. Awful folks, an’ you don’t want to get in debt with ‘em, but that is the way of banks ever’where.”
She swung her arm around, gesturing generally eastward. “Out down that way, you got a bunch of houses an’ shops folks has set up in to live. The ones as come an’ decided to stay, or can’t afford to hire a ship back until they find a treasure or somethin’. Go that way half all day, an’ you will get to the Jungle Gate. Out into the wilds, if you was thinkin’ to explore out there.”
Layla took another drink, then pointed back towards the market. “If you out Market Way an’ keep goin’ north a bit, you will come to that old fountain they is tryin’ to get workin’ again. Sometimes young folks like to find a quiet spot for a bit of romance, on account it is pretty an’ not crowded. Most of the interestin’ bits is more or less around the market. The watch keeps their office near there, the courthouse an’ city offices we set up, such as they is, until we find some place better an’ clear it out. All that kind of thing.”
Then she pointed off to the west and slightly north. And noticeably up. “Over that way, the old temple is, up on the cliffs like. Used to be more or less the center of the city, near as we can tell. Thing is more’n half a palace, from the looks. You can’t go in, it ain’t been cleared yet, but you can see it from most places in the city. If you get lost out there, that is your best bet to findin’ your way back to civilization.”
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Thalric Dale, Paladin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60
Age: 37
Physical Description: -----------------------
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/03/23/85/032385d1c3ab6a89c0e2d020f99079e6.jpg
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One would think that the tall fellow, some inches over six feet in height, would be intimidating. The scars on his face, the blinded left eye, the battered full plate armor and beaten shield. He has a warrior's physique, though he does not have the hulking mass one would attribute to paragons of battle.
The gentle smile wipes any doubts away.
Thalric moves with militant readiness, those habits deep in his bones. His coal black hair and sky blue eye mark his as a commoner, though he has long since lost the lower-class accent to something middling, bridging the gap between merchant elite and nobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Blessed Longsword // Holy sword
Enchanted Plate Armor and Steel Shield // Improved sturdiness and resilience against weapons
Enchanted Dire Wolf Cloak // Grants protection (not immunity) from the cold
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Player's online availability : Mornings, mostly. Early afternoons.
Registered: Aug 30, 2017 12:21:32 GMT -8
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Post by Thalric Dale, Paladin on Sept 1, 2017 12:27:31 GMT -8
The paladin gave a chuckle as she warned him about her 'tours' and the mischief inherint in them. Shenanigans, or so his soldiers would call those misadventures. Some folks were simply drawn to them like moths to a flame. But as she began to give some earnest advice on the layout of the city, he quickly searched in his pack for a quill and some ink to jot down some notes in his leather book.
He asked, once or twice, for her to repeat a detail so he could record it proper, noting the gates, the markets, fountain and the temple. As he wrote, there came a snap as the quill broke, ink spattering upon the page and earning a surprised expression on Thalric's face.
It was immediately followed with quiet alarm as he blinked, staring at the spatter of black where the word 'temple' should have been.
"The temple," he asked, quietly fetching his ink blotter. "Have any tried to enter? Or clear it before? What was it a temple to?"
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