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 12:55:28 GMT -8
Layla was quick to respond to the ink spill, but not really in a helpful way. Unless moving away and rescuing her drink from the risk of splatter counted as helpful, that is. “To whatever old god or gods the Lhessians followed back whenever centuries ago. Honestly, we don’t know. That is part of the reason the place is closed off.”
She looked down at the ink-stained journal for a moment, possible assessing the damage, or possibly just out of some reflex to keep an eye on the spill. “The folks on the first expedition found it. They said it didn’t look exactly safe, an’ didn’t poke around too much in it. Lookin’ closer, we think the place is sound enough, structurally… not like the roof is goin’ to fall in on nobody’s heads or nothin’. But it might be trapped or cursed or… some old gods might upset about us heathens goin’ in. So we is tryin’ to find out what we can about the place before we do somethin’ foolish an’ reckless like we might have done when we was younger.”
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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 13:03:20 GMT -8
"With age comes wisdom, aye?" the paladin said wryly as he blotted some of the spattered ink on the book, but not before Layla could see how the page had been marred, ink spilled across the bottom half halfway through the word 'temple'. It was like black blood slapped across the wall from a sword blow, the imagery sharp and distinct.
"Few things can stand against gods, new or old. After I've the chance to speak with whomever leads the Watch and offer what aid I can there, perhaps I could..." he began, the words trailing off after a few moments. "Are any expeditions scheduled for the Temple any time soon, by chance?"
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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 13:22:03 GMT -8
“Depends what you call soon, I suppose. There is a thing in the works, maybe. You thinkin’ to sign up for it? If so, that is one more reason you will need to speak with Circe. Head of security, like I said. In some ways, that makes it more her show than mine.” Layla laughs and shook her head, seemingly amused by the situation she was describing.
“But you is right on that, about the gods. I don’t imagine there’s one in there squattin in person in some dark hall, mind. Don’t mean there might not be somethin’ nasty in there all the same, though. Old ghosts, dark magic, any damned thing… I would like to have a name, at least, before we let someone go knockin’ on the door.”
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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 13:26:55 GMT -8
"Unless that name can only be found behind that closed door," he replied, nodding. "But if an old god threatens, never hurts having the help of another one nearby. All roads seem to point ot this Circe, it seems, for all of my local interests. I'll have to speak with them at their earliest convenience. Like we've been speaking about this mysterious god, is there anything I should know about Circe as to avoid attracting their ire or wrath?"
He finally put his book aside and finished cleaning up the small mess, settling in to finish off his meal, the wooden spoon scraping the bottom of the bowl in short 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 13:34:40 GMT -8
“Circe?” She laughed again, shaking her head. “I don’t imagine there is much you can to avoid her ire. Wrath, on the other hand, is easy enough. Don’t be a complete piece of shit. Long as you don’t go about causin’ trouble or hurtin’ folks, she ain’t like to get angry at you.”
She sipped from her drink, considering for a moment before continuing. “I wouldn’t try flirtin’ or flatterin’, though. No callin’ her pretty or cute or kissin’ her hand or nothin’ like that. Most like, that kind of thing would be the opposite of what you want.”
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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 13:45:53 GMT -8
Thalric's face took on a rather grave and serious expression for a few moments.
"Well. I can certainly try to not be a walking pile of human refuse but...it may be difficult. I'll do my best, however," he said with a long suffering sigh before smirking. "And duly noted. Suppose it helps I don't...that I'm not really the sort to..."
At this, Layla would be rewarded with seeing the paladin stumble and falter in his otherwise pleasant flow of banter. "Er...Court? Flirt? Besides. She seems like a woman married to her duties, and that's something I understand. If only a little." Some of his dry wit returned at the end, the joke perhaps more for himself than Layla, but she seemed sharp enough to understand; certainly, if anyone could understand being married to their duties, a paladin would have an inkling, yes?
"Would it be best that I approach her alone, let you advise her of my interest in assisting, or...?"
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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 14:02:53 GMT -8
Yet again, Layla laughed in response. Somehow, though, there was nothing at all mocking in it. It was warm and entirely friendly, a kind laugh, inviting the paladin not to worry over over his stumbling or awkwardness rather than belittling him for it. “Nothin’ wrong with that. You like what you like. You got your priorities an’ all that. Just mind you don’t throw yourself so hard into your work that you forget to live at all, yeah? That is a road as leads no place good.”
She reached across to clap him on the shoulder in a friendly gesture that gave him plenty of time to move to block or avoid it if he chose. “I will let her know to come lookin’ for you. Or bring her. Or somethin’. An’ I’ll let her know what you is lookin’ to talk about, too. No sense leavin’ folks to walk in blind, 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 14:10:02 GMT -8
It should come as no suprise that he didn't avoid the clap on the shoulder, given the state of his armor. He shared in her laugh with a smile of his own. There was a wry smirk that worked its way across his face.
"Already walking into things half blind. Every bit helps. And me, throwing myself into my duties? Who do you take me for?" he asked. "I'll see to getting a room here if I can. If not, I'll find a way to reach you. Seeing as how some folks might know about you in these parts. Thank you, though. For your help. And your candor. Hope I can repay that kindness before my feet carry me off the island."
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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 2, 2017 6:37:06 GMT -8
“Well, if you need to get in touch with me, there’s any number of folks can point you the way.” Layla smiled brightly and nodded. “Or could carry a message for you, too. Might be better to send a message, unless you feel like sittin’ about for some time. I do get busy, like you said. Endless piles of godswful paperwork an’ meetin’s an’ other such awfulness.”
She took another sip from her glass, then set it down, a bit further away this time. “There ain’t nothin’ to repay, the way I see it. All I done was point out a few places you would have finded on your own soon enough an’ offered to introduce you to a important person or two an’… wait… no, maybe you do owe me.” Layla flashed a wink, then laughed warmly yet again.
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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 2, 2017 6:50:40 GMT -8
"Ah. Responsibilities. My sympathies."
The paladin gave her a knowing smile, all too familiar with some of that drudgery and bureaucracy himself. He spared he a genuinely sympathetic smile as he chuckled, finishing off the last of his bowl before putting it aside.
"Messenger it will be then, unless I find myself with time to spare and an urge to sit and wait. I look forward to our next meet, then. If you'll excuse me, though, I think I'd like to find my lodgings, however, and perhaps stretch my legs. Give myself one of those dreadful tours. A glutton for punishment am I, it seems," he told her in parting, standing up and shrugging on his pack once more before extending a hand to hers. "The Lady watch over you and keep you safe from harm, Layla Rashmi. Though not safe from mischief. You need some excitement in your life, after all."
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Roleplay posts: 38
Registered: Jul 18, 2017 23:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by -Deleted- on Sept 2, 2017 8:49:04 GMT -8
Circe wandered in through the door, wearing a full suit of plate armor, including her helm. More than anything, she looked ridiculous and out of place. With the way the armor was designed, how she carried herself, and her own build, Circe could easily be mistaken for a man of slight build, at least until she spoke up. Wearing armor had become a habit of hers, another mix of paranoia and professionalism. For once, however, it seemed to have a point. Circe had been caught off-guard more than a few times, and it had only been her armor that saved her.
Her gaze scanned the room, and quickly enough, she found herself quietly stepping toward Layla and Thalric. Interestingly enough, she armor made barely a whisper as she moved, rather than the cacophony of noise one would expect from someone in field plate, carrying an armory's worth of weapons with them.
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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 2, 2017 9:11:05 GMT -8
“Speakin’ of…” Layla hopped up from her chair with a merry laugh, skipping over to the armored woman and throwing her arms around her in a tight hug. “We was just talkin’ about you, darlin. Nothin’ awful, I promise.”
She planted a kiss on the side of Circe’s helm, then turned and waved Thalric over. She leaned against Circe with a wide smile, resting her head on the elf’s shoulder, heedless of the armor that would normally make such a position uncomfortable, at best. “Only how you is always flirtin’ an’ seducin’ folks an’ he needs to be extra careful around you if he means to keep his vows of chastity on account you caused more knights to fall than greed, wrath, an’ pride, all combined.”
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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 2, 2017 9:26:37 GMT -8
He was already standing when Circe entered, a fellow who trusted in the safety of steel. He did not wear all of his plate; he'd opted for the chain shirt, the breastplate, the greaves and gauntlets considering the local weather but several pieces of armor clattered in the back across his shoulder.
There was a tangible aura that surrounded him, a gentle sensation of calm and relative safety one would feel near a trusted friend. It was a subtle thing, a blessing, a divine gift that paladins often bore. He gave a brief chuckle at Layla's words and shook his head.
"Well, firstly, I am not a knight. Really should have that knit onto a tabard or cloak. And I, er..." he began, though he found himself tongue tied and not certain how best to proceed to talk about this supposed vow of chastity. Instead, he cleared his throat and changed topics in his mind to turning his attention to the armored woman that had entered. "Ma'am. Pleasure to meet you. Miss Rashmi spoke highly of you and recommended that we find some time to converse. Made landfall earlier today, and have some skills to lend to your city's watch, or for any of you what might need a steady shield at your sides. Thalric Dale, at your service."
That militant professionalism slipped back into his bearing and mannerisms as he spoke to Circe, his voice steady and clear despite the ruckus in the room, clearly familiar with being heard in the loud dirges of such chaotic atmospheres. He extended an armored hand her way to shake hers, if she so wished.
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Roleplay posts: 38
Registered: Jul 18, 2017 23:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by -Deleted- on Sept 2, 2017 9:35:45 GMT -8
She breathed out a low sigh through her nose, the sound muffled by her helm. She squirmed and shuffled awkwardly when the shorter woman hugged her, creating a most likely bizarre scene for the other patrons to watch. She was well used to Layla's particular brand of nonsense by now, but being described as lecherous was one of the few things that seemed to upset her, even a bit. It's not as though Circe had any great pride in herself - far from it. There was just something about it that seemed to displease her.
The talk of breaking someone's vows did nothing to help, either.
Circe made an effort to not let her upset be known, trying to keep her body language neutral as she could. "..Hello. Were you now? If you have to say it was only good things, that doesn't really.. fill me with confidence.." The moment she spoke up, her gender became obvious, though with her whole body covered one could still assume she was human.
"Too highly, I'm guessing." She shook her head, reaching out to grasp Thalric's hand and give it a firm shake. Circe didn't radiate any sort of power, seeming entirely mundane. There was no magic, or divine gift. Just a person. At the same time, however, she didn't seem particularly swayed by the man's own aura, or if she was, chose to not make it known.
"..My watch? It wasn't, last I knew.. or I haven't been paying attention. Help is always welcomed, though, if you're willing to offer. Someone who knows what they're doing is even better."
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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.
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Post by Layla Rashmi on Sept 2, 2017 11:52:39 GMT -8
“Of course it was only good things. I only know good things. You don’t think I would just sit here an’ make up lies, do you?” She chuckled and gave Circe another affectionate squeeze. Not that it accomplished much with both of them in heavy armor, but she did it anyway.
As usual, Circe’s less than enthusiastic reaction to her didn’t seem to have any impact on her. She simply pressed herself against Circe, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet as she watched the two make their awkward greeting.
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Thalric Dale, Paladin
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Roleplay posts: 60
Age: 37
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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.
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Post by Thalric Dale, Paladin on Sept 2, 2017 13:16:33 GMT -8
"A general you, not you specifically, in regards to the watch," Thalric clarified as he shook Circe's hand with an equal grip that did not seem to discomfort him. "And the things that Miss Rashmi seems to consider detriments to your character, others may find rspectable."
The implication was made clear where Thalric stood on that, remaining politely amicable in the exchange. He wasn't aiming for flattery, simply stating his perceived opinion and sedate hopefulness. He regarded the seemingly one-way friendliness exhibited by Layla towards her taciturn companion, as well as the words spoken in regards to Circe. The paladin chuckled, shaking his head.
"No. You stand up when you deliver those," Thalric retorted with an amused manner. Much like Layla, it wasn't humour made at her expense as much as friendly banter. "But I would be happy to lend what aid I can. If the weather holds, I will be hear for another week or so until the next ship I can embark on comes to port. Even if it does, I'd rather not remain idle if something could be done. Layla seemed of the opinion you would be able to point me in the right direction, Circe."
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Post by -Deleted- on Sept 2, 2017 13:28:51 GMT -8
"Ah. It wouldn't be the first time someone put me in charge of something without me knowing, just wanted to make sure." She nodded her head and retracted her hand, letting it hang at her side. The way she carried herself wasn't exactly unfriendly, though she didn't seem very amused by either of their attempts at humor.
"..For the record, I don't 'seduce' anyone." She did chuckle at that, however, but it was a bit forced sounding, as though she was unused to doing so, or simply doing her best to try and keep the mood light. If that was her aim, however, it probably didn't help much. "I'm not so familiar with how the watch does things, I'm pretty new here myself. I can't imagine they'd turn down another body to help keep the peace, but if you're already planning on leaving they might think that's an issue.. Hm. Really, I'm just a glorified bodyguard."
Circe turned her attention more toward Layla, tilting her head down at the woman. "Is there anything in specific you've heard of?"
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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.
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Post by Layla Rashmi on Sept 2, 2017 13:58:38 GMT -8
Layla nodded. “There is always things about the city as need doin’. An’ probably out in the jungles, too. Since they was supposed to be all tamed lands when the city wasn’t all ruins. Like them folks that’s lookin’ to fix up the fountains an’ things. Or treasure huntin’, if it was somethin’ more glamorous you was after.”
She waved a hand in Thalric’s general direction. “This is one is tryin’ to make a name for himself. Most modestest person in Lhesa, I think is the title he was after.” She laughed merrily at her own little joke and bumped her hip against Circe.
“I already told him how if he got lost out in the Old City, he should look for the temple to find his way back. Since you can see it from most the city an’ all.”
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Post by -Deleted- on Sept 2, 2017 14:06:21 GMT -8
"Might be better to avoid the temple, though. Personally, I'd like to direct people away from the jungles, too, it just.. doesn't seem very safe. But I can't stop anyone, all I can do is recommend the don't go out.. treasure seeking, or whatever it is they're doing all alone. ...Wouldn't having a title for being the most modest sorta go against the point of modesty? Hrm.."
She mused to herself a moment, apparently trying to puzzle out this bit of nonsense.
"Fixing things up could be saved for the laborers, I think. If people really insisted on going out into the jungles, you could offer to escort them. Better someone trained than a militiaman who's not nearly as prepared."
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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 2, 2017 14:17:43 GMT -8
"Unless the militiamen were trained to a better standard," Thalric replied. He observed the way Circe and Layla spoke, becoming keenly aware of what the norm was going to be with the two present. "And for the record, Layla inferred you were more interested in maintaining your duties than wasting time courting. Would that I had had more people like that serving under our banner some years ago."
Thalric chuckled and smiled. "If the work is plausible, might be I was meant to stay longer and would see the job done rather than abandon it with a rising tide and new ship in the harbor. And if you seek to retake Lhesa from the wilds, you'll need a more organized militia than you have. We'll see what their Captain thinks should I speak with them, then. And if the militia does not seem interested in taking me on, then perhaps some of the less experienced parties could use an older hand among them and get them home safe. And if not the title of most humble, Layla, then perhaps most modest. Or the one without a title."
All was said in the same, straight-laced tone, even the joking at the end.
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