The Kingdom of Rondón
Committed
Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Oct 24, 2017 19:56:37 GMT -8
Dona Salvadorez laughed at Roxanne Fletcher's description of their dead god as she picked up a pinch of powder. " I think I will greet LaMuerta when my time has come, rather than the whale," the Dona said. " Now, close your eyes," she told Roxanne. Leaning forward, and once the white-haired woman had done so, she blew the powder into Roxanne's face as if she were blowing a kiss. Surprisingly (perhaps), the powder couldn't even be felt. Yet a chime only heard by Roxanne gently sang in Roxanne's ears, and a warm, prickling sensation -- perhaps best described as what it would feel like to glow? -- covered her face and especially in Roxanne's eyes, even though they had been closed to the powder. Yet, when Roxanne opened her eyes, there would be almost nothing out of the ordinary. " There," Dona Salvadorez said, reaching for a mirror and showing Roxanne the equisite work that the Dona had done on the Fletcher's face. The make up would stay on for a full 24 hours, and most assuredly enchanted Roxanne to see the dead -- even though there was no evidence of any dead thus far. " You need not pay me," the woman went on to say. " My gift to you, as welcome to Rondon. M___________________________________________________ ___________________________________________________
Aleksandr Ganim's stiff shoulders visible ebbed away, which only made his... companion... even more amused. It seemed he was getting comfortable with the guitar-wielding stranger, even as people walked to and fro between them, traveling from courtyard to courtyard in Rondon to play games, eat food, and listen to music. " Is that so? Did any of your relatives die in Rondon while you were here?" the stranger asked, tilting his head back and making smoke rings that lifted into the atmosphere. Twilight would be upon them soon.... but not yet. There was still time to enjoy the red-gold rays of the sunlight, although the way the mysterious man was positioned, not a single drop of sun touched him.
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on Oct 24, 2017 20:10:38 GMT -8
Sasha Pierce Wandering through the crowed, Regal bobbed and weaved from the commotion , avoiding as many people as possible by skirting the edges of pockets of excitement as much as he could. Where had that girl said she got that wrapped thing which smelled delicou--- " ooof!" Regal promptly got the wind knocked out of him from someone running into him, the clatter of a dropped trinket caught his ears. " AH! I'm so sorry! Excuse my bungling!" He exclaimed searching for the dropped trinket before it could be smashed by some moron who wasn't paying attention to where he was going... He quickly found the item with his good eye and snatched it away. " Again sorry abou---" He stopped mid sentence looking up at the person he had bumped into for the first time... Warm light brown eyes behind a painted face. There was a faint hint of recolonization in the back of his mind, but he could not place it. He looked anywhere else to avoid staring at those eyes... " Lousy trinket of protection huh?" He offered the joke like a shield.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Oct 24, 2017 20:20:20 GMT -8
" Hm," Soraya said as she and Skarlet walked closer to the game. " And who is your mother?" Soraya asked, right before Sasha gave the blue-clad gypsyman a lesson in dealing with Rondi women. After all, Rondi women were notoriously temperamental. They was a certain spice in the blood that could only be found in Rondon, and Soraya was extremely proud of it. She was sure that Queen Xiomara was also fond of it as well. The sorceress laughed, the silky sound calling attention to the sensuous woman and her low-cut gown with sleeves that draped low on her arms. " You will never know until you try!" Skarlet was fairly decent at the game, getting three candles. The gypsy man did not try the same trick with Skarlet as he had with Sasha, and instead gifted the young-looking woman with a crown of brightly colored flowers and ribbons, much like what most girls and women were wearing. " Bravo otro ves," Soraya said, a gleam in her Rondi eyes. And as Osseus and Aleister Crowley passed by them in order to go get their faces painted.... Soraya's sly gaze followed them for a moment. They were dressed like skeletons, even seemed to be walking skeletons with a flesh bag. Very dedicated to the occasion, perhaps... Or...? "Let me just say she's an influential politian in Isra." She didn't think it would be wise to divulge the identity of her mother out in the open. Skarlet accepts the flower crown with a smile. "I'm looking for a mask, I heard there is a party at the palace I plan attend."
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on Oct 24, 2017 20:40:18 GMT -8
Sasha was knocked back from her bump into Regal Al'nin Withernorth and into another person in the crowd, for which she immediately turned to apologize. When Sasha turned back around to the foreigner, he was already bent over and trying to find the trinket. "No, don't worry -- it's not a big deal, it's only..." Her words fell away as she recolonized the face that turned toward her, though the eyepatch was new. Seeing him instantly made one of her charming smiles come across her face, a smile she hoped he'd recognize, even if he couldn't identify her exact features beneath the pretty skull paint she wore on her face. That, and, well, she was wearing altogether different clothing than the last time they met. She glanced down at the tiny silver-and-gold skull that he held in his hand, one hand coming up to sweep her dark hair behind her ear, large red roses set at her other temple to add to the overall feminine look of Sasha. "Mm, well, no bruise at least," Sasha said cheekily as she took the trinket from him. Should she tell him who she was? Maybe no. Perhaps she'd play a little. "Are you new to Rondon?" she asked, her otherwise accent-less voice getting a little more Rondi as she pronounced words of her native language.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Oct 24, 2017 20:49:26 GMT -8
Roxanne closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of radiance that the powder caused. She could feel the magic warming her face, and loved it. When the woman brought the mirror up, she gasped at the sight of her face. How had Dona Salvadorez done it? It had been so quick, and yet somehow so skillful. The woman had created a masterpiece, using her face as a canvas.
"T-thank you, Dona Salvadorez! I can't believe it, it looks incredible. How did you do it? Thank you so much, I'll bring you back some sweet bread or something..."
She tore her eyes away from the mirror, getting up from her seat and glancing around. It would be dark soon, but before that happened, she wanted to play some games. Glancing around, she spotted the bobbing for corks booth. Would the water ruin her face paint? She hesitated, but saw other people dipping their painted faces into the water without damaging them and headed over. When her turn came, she took a deep breath and dipped her head towards the bucket, hoping to do well.
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Aleksandr Ganim
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: Roughly around mid twenties.
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Aleksandr stands around a somewhat average height of about 5'7 feet in total, just a tad shorter than what some could consider the norm for most. His whole body, particularly his legs and his upper body are built athletically, not quite rippling in strength as one would imagine but nonetheless the muscles are quite prominent given the opportunity to be seen. These muscles lack the heavy mass of strength, but instead are light enough to provide him enough agility to make his way around and the right amount of strength to use brute force when necessary. Aleksandr's skin complexion is surprisingly light and unmarked, the color itself being a strange mix between a tan but yet a very light, white color. Accompanying this is his quicksilver-like hair, shimmering brightly in the sun as though it were actually made of silver if viewed correctly, the top part of his head possessing longer strands than the locks to the side which happen to be cut shorter, though not enough to detract from the silky smoothness of his hair. Because of his half elven heritage, there are a noticeable amount of features on his face which retain these generic traits the elven people are well known to have, such as naturally sharp features, excellent bone structure, and of course narrowed eyes. Aleksandr's eyes are heterochromatic, which means that they both do not possess the same color, his right eye embued with a amber, sunset almost golden glow colored iris while his left eye contains a frighteningly stormy gray hue, a stark contrast to his much more pleasant to look at bright eye. Aleksandr can easily be considered a very attractive person to most people.
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Aleksandr's clothing will always change depending on the environment around him given the chance he's able to. Most of the time in fairly warm areas with a good amount of sunshine, he would commonly don a well fitting, gray cotton shirt over his torso which would become accompanied by either a gray or white cloak sprawling over his shoulders complete with a hood, tiny little golden engravings along the hem of the cloak. The flowing sort of 'banners' on his waistline and with his tight but relatively comfortable manner of his clothing, he makes a bit of a fashion statement in that he appears what some people would consider 'exotic'. Aleksandr also possesses the necessary means of gear for combat when needed, preferring to don a cestus commonly placed on his left arm and a traditional steel longsword just like how most others would have. OF course, Aleksandr also happens to own just about three daggers which he carries on his person, a strange, flattened knife with a serrated edge on the back with a fine edge for utility, a stilleto-like knife for armor puncturing, and an arming dagger for general combat. He also utilizes iron vambraces to protect his forearms from point strikes and on a couple of occasions could be seen donning a gambison, something he considers an excellent alternative to plate armor. It isn't uncommon for Aleksandr to utilize ranged weaponry at all, seeing his somewhat rougeish demeanor take hold. Besides the combat equipment he may carry, Aleksandr also carries trinkets and whatnot with him. On his left ear is a tiny gauge in his earlobe, not big enough to gross out others or poke a finger through it but enough to bring attention to it.
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Player's online availability : not going to be online constantly but i should have a fair amount of activity
Registered: Oct 23, 2017 16:27:35 GMT -8
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Post by Aleksandr Ganim on Oct 24, 2017 21:05:30 GMT -8
Aleksandr's lips slowly tugged into what seemed like a smile, just a quick, upturning motion with his lips before it quickly shifted back to his usual neutral expressions, something that would soon be recognized as normal to the stranger. Visibly, it didn't appear as though Aleksandr was tense or upright at all, one could even argue that he felt comfortable talking to the guitarist. However, it was very obscure to make out how he was actually feeling about the situation. Even to the stranger, he could tell that Aleksandr was sending mixed signals overall.
In any case, his left hand, which was adorned with the exotic looking cestus, which was strange due to the fact that most of these gauntlets used for battling consisted primary of leather. Instead, this one happened to be constructed out of some sort of silver-esque, almost fabric like material with neat and sloping metal portions taking up the proper spots on the glove, seemed to glimmer for a couple of moments when he reached his fingers upwards to scratch at his temple.
"In my recent memory, there shouldn't have been any relatives of mine dying in Rondon, but if that's the case, perhaps I'll be able to have a chance to seek out and find one of my predecessors."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 10, 2024 3:31:42 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2017 21:10:53 GMT -8
Once more, an elegant dark brow arched on the sorceress' face. Her hand lifted to toy with the gleaming black beads of the necklace she wore, the gesture calling attention to the wealth of soft flesh above the bodice of her tight corset and the delicious, warm tan skin that covered her. " Mm, is that so..." She said, and let her words drift away as Skarlet was gifted with a corona of flowers. Soraya smiled. " Mm, the feast will be after LaDanza de LaMuerta. It is a parade that moves between the Palace and the Cemetery," the older woman explained. " Why don't you get your face painted instead?"
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Oct 24, 2017 21:51:24 GMT -8
Everything about this situation was wrong.
1. Jun currently in a city-state renowned for its production of wine, a substance Jun was so sensitive to, she might as well drink sleeping potion and skip the hangover. 2. Jun bought another dress. 3. Jun was wearing said dress. 4. Jun was not being forced to wear said dress.
Yet, despite her youthful tomboyish inner self calling her a traitor in her mind, she felt rather glamorous. The Celadines didn't typically accentuate the hips or neckline, but for some reason, the festival air encouraged her to follow through with the change of pace.
Her neckline was deep and spade shaped. The small battle scars that dotted her chest here and there felt like accessories in this morbid atmosphere, certainly nothing to be self-conscious about as the locals gallivanted around with skull face paint. Most of the dress was long, white and clean, like freshly made paper. Hanging from her neckline and shoulders was a shawl-like frill of black thread, intricately knitted with floral designs on its upper half. Near the bottom of the dress was a black horizontal seam that went all the way around. Below this, the dressed opened up a bit like a flower, revealing a colorful, multilayered hem, all in all reminiscent of a bouquet of flowers.
Three years ago you couldn't stuff her into this exuberation of feminity at sword-point. Perhaps her time training with the former Earthwarden, Vanei, had finally awoken her feminine side.
"My mother would soooo laugh." She said as she sauntered towards the nearest coutyard, her boots making deep prints in the dirt (she still refused the heels). Her pet demon crow, Blackbean, was sitting on her shoulder. He cackled in agreement. "Hmmm..."
She could practically hear her eagle-eyed archer mother begging her to do something physical to restore her dignity. It wasn't malicious, more like a taunting older sister, which in a lot of ways her mother was. "Hmmm..."
She snapped her fingers. "I've got it. I need to hit something."
Blackbean cawed alarmingly. "Not youuuu." She patted his head gently. She pointed towards the "Apaga La Llama" challenge at the side of the courtyard. She walked over there and waited politely in line until it was her turn with the whip. She took the leather handle from the kind game master and gripped hard in her hands. It was her first time using a whip like this, but how hard could it be? She stared down at the candles and resolved to apagar the hell out of those llamas.
*CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!*
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Oct 24, 2017 21:53:45 GMT -8
"..."
Jun couldn't tell which was louder, her mother's crackling in her head, or the crow's on her shoulder.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Oct 25, 2017 5:19:05 GMT -8
"Well, I dunno... I guess it wouldn't hurt. If it's just for a day then." Skarlet surrendered and agreed to have her face painted instead. Nobody is supposed to know it's her anyway she supposed. "Will it feel strange?"
The vampire was excited about going to the cemetary too, last time she'd been to a cemetary it was with her first boyfriend to celebrate her first death day after uncle Hasdrubal's funeral. That was a fun event, especially when Hasdrubal came to crash his own funeral because he wasn't actually dead. With his grave being empty Skarlet had laid down in it to see what it was like to be 6 feet under like she would have been if she wasn't reborn as Skarlet. Skarlet had celebrated another death day recently with her family after she'd come home from her tour abroad.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Oct 25, 2017 8:13:38 GMT -8
Arya was actually quite surprised she managed to get all six candles, she had never used a whip before. Next thing she knew she was being given a bottle of wine, her prize she supposed.
Arya smiled at Sasha as she walked up and complimented her, "Thanks, I think I might have gotten a bit lucky, though." Arya watched Sasha try her hand at the whip game as well, before leaving, wandering through the festival again, now holding a bottle of wine.
She seemed to be up on her luck, so she would try another game for now, this time it would be bobbing for corks. Arya would walk up to the game, tying back her long silvery white hair before bending down to bob for the corks.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Oct 25, 2017 8:28:41 GMT -8
A high pitched squealing was the only warning Jun of the Celadine received before she was mauled. Her attacked arriving with such speed and ferocity there was no hope for her to react. It was her fight with Alden all over again, only this time the shapes attacking her were invisible. Wait, not invisible diminutive. Also, the claws weren't tearing at her flesh rather they seem to be scrambling up her dress. Also the squealing resolved into voices making words, the voices of little girls. "JUN!" "YOU ARE IN A DRESS!" "YOU ARE SO PRETTY!" "DO YOU LIKE OUR DRESSES!" Looking down she would see two blue-haired little girls and one brown-haired little girl, all their heads topped by cat ears. Bright eyes looking up at her sparkling with glee, little shapes covered in matching white dresses in the Rondon style, with lots of frills. It was, of course, Naoki the second, Moonflower, and Juniper who had assaulted her. A moment later the familiar shape of Alden emerging from the crowd chasing after his overexcited girls. On his hip, he carries his smallest son Rawr Rawr and his two other boys are orbiting around him looking at everything. He was dressed a bit more casually than usual, no visible weapons, the first two buttons of white tunic were undone, and his boots and pants matched his dress rather well. If he wasn't accompanied by six children he'd look like an eligible young bachelor, rather than one of the most powerful men in Isra. He grin a genuine smile his white teeth showing. "Jun, good to see you. The girls spotted you in the crowd and got away from me before I could stop them." Speaking of Juniper had crawled her way to Jun's waist well the other two were wrapped around her legs. She has become a cat tree for small children or very large cats. With Alden's kids, it was hard to make the distinction. The two boys also come up to hug her and even Rawr Rawr looks like he wants to get in on it, though he is reluctant to leave his father's arms with so many people around.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Oct 25, 2017 11:21:40 GMT -8
Jun was forced to completely forget about her failure as a whip master as she was caught up in the feline frenzy. She dropped the whip and embraced the children as best she could while preventing them from using her sensitive areas as footing. "It's so good to see you guys! Your dresses are wonderful." Her smile was automatic. "I had heard that a lot of people from Isra were coming to the festival. For some reason, I didn't expect to see you guys here too!"
Once she was able to take in Alden's outfit, she blinked as it dawned on her that Alden was really quite handsome.
The idle thought quickly left her mind as Juniper came dangerously close to grabbing her neckline. She waved her hands, and a glowing light construct appeared, draped over Jun's body. It was something like a thick rope net for her to climb. Now Jun had become more of a jungle gym than a cat tree!
"Alden, you should try this game. I uh, I didn't do so well. It's a bit of an exotic weapon. Maybe the kids can try to but only if they're really careful." She gestured towards the Apaga La Llama challenge.
Of all the children, it was Naoki II who was most likely to notice that Jun's boots weren't quite in sync with the rest of her outfit.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Oct 25, 2017 11:50:12 GMT -8
Making a lattice of light was either the right move or the wrong move depending on how one felt about the results. Which was to get the two boys to start climbing up Jun as well. After all, when life gives you a jungle gym you climb it. However, the sudden appearance did shock Juniper and she almost fell. Indeed she did let go but her father, moving with that unnatural speed of his moved forward and caught her easily gently placing her on the ground.
She hugs his leg in gratitude as a chorus of thank yous, comes from the other two girls. They are grinning from ear to ear thrilled by the praise for their pretty dresses as Caleb and Kae reach her shoulders and look around. Jun was short but still taller than them and they liked the new view. Meanwhile, Rawr Rawr finally worked up the courage to ask to be let down and came to join in on the hug pile. If Jun wasn't careful the number of children clinging to her may soon turn it into a cuddle pile after they drag her down to the dirt.
Alden, hands now free, accepts the whip. He'd not let the kids use it since a whip was quite hard to handle, however, he'd used one before and wasn't terrible at it. He'd not been overly fond of the weapon though since it took quite a while to kill someone with it. "Alright, I'll give it a try." Twelve eyes suddenly focus in on him the kids always eager to see their daddy do stuff. Hopefully, he wouldn't disappoint. He gives the whip a few practice cracks to warm up before squaring off down the range from the candles and giving it his best shot.
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Big Bad Wolf
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: There comes a time in the life of every child where the world seems larger than life; so full of adventure, magic, and surprises without any thought for its dangers.
It is these times when parents begin to scare their children into safety and obedience, when they begin to tell the age-old cautionary fables and fairy tales with the sole intention of using a child's imagination against them. There are countless such tales, each warning against many of the dangers a child can encounter in life - from trusting strangers, to not calling false alarms.
Yet out of all of the varied and wonderful characters of these stories, and all of the villains, there are none more condemned and reiterated than the Big Bad Wolf. All sensible children fear meeting him, and all wise adults remember the warnings derived from his tales.
But the Overworld is a magical place. A place where many tales have a basis in its long and unrecorded history. A place brimming with mystical energies that run underneath the world; through the stone of the mountains and the trees of the forests, into the words written in books and the imaginations of children.
In such a world, containing places where magic concentrates and becomes manifest in an unimaginable variety of ways, who is to say that if enough people believe in something, that something can't be brought to life? Who is to say that all the children in the world, fearing the Big Bad Wolf, haven't inadvertently created him? That he is not waiting right now in the woods, as physical as you and me, for a little girl wearing a red hood and carrying a basket of food?
But what if, in that innocent tendency of children to do so, the Big Bad Wolf was not just brought to life as an terrifying fairy tale, but as something more? As a man with a wolf's shape, who cannot possibly be pure evil, for what doesn't have just a little bit of good in them?
Registered: Oct 23, 2017 20:17:33 GMT -8
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Post by Big Bad Wolf on Oct 25, 2017 12:44:41 GMT -8
"There's no need to thank me," he replied. "I didn't do anything. You seemed to be handling it well yourself." The man found himself glancing at Cheesecake and the mask, and wondering what could have brought such a small creature away from her home. Not many fairies tended to leave their woods, in his experience. "I don't know much about Rondon, I just happened to be walking in this direction in time for the festival. I know that it's some sort of festival to celebrate the dead, but other than that I'm quite lost. I don't even know how to speak to the locals," he explained. ( Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake)
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Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 121
Age: 25
Physical Description: Riley Fletcher is a red-haired human standing 6 feet in height, with the body of a trained soldier. His hair has been described as "red and floppy" and his clothes always seem to be their cleanest. Cheesecake is a fairy standing 6 inches in height, wearing a pink skirt. She has short blonde hair with a tiny cowlick that never seems to go away no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Riley's normal attire includes his red armor and green-tinted plate pieces and his green scythe with an amber blade. The scythe was a gift from the archfey themselves. Riley will be the first to admit a scythe isn't actually a viable weapon but the archfey, living in another plane of existence and having no idea what humans consider weapons, gifted him one thinking that because "it's super awesome-looking" it must be a proper weapon.
He keeps a longsword and shield as a backup for when the archfey are proven wrong. Along with his weapon, Riley carries with him standard adventuring gear as well as healing potions for when they're traveling. Cheesecake's small size means she's not able to carry much more than her rapier (essentially a metal toothpick).
Registered: Aug 23, 2017 9:00:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake on Oct 25, 2017 12:56:23 GMT -8
The two began to walk casually in the direction of the nearest kegstand. "Huh, celebrating the dead....I don't think I know that kind of celebration. Not necromancers, I assume?" He pondered out loud. Cheesecake would chime in, her chirping muffled but nonetheless would continue for a good thirty seconds as Riley intently listened. "Oh, more of a celebration for ancestors and helping lost loved ones on spiritual journeys. That's what she says at least. I have to admit, I don't quite understand it myself, but then again I was more agnostic than anything else." He sighed and shrugged, but was otherwise silent. Remembering the old days wasn't exactly as fond as he would hope. "Although...if that's what this celebration is for...I do have some lost loved ones I wouldn't mind honoring....After we get something to drink I'll head that way i fyou'd like to join me Mr...." Riley said, trailing off so as to give Big Bad Wolf a chance to say his name.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Oct 25, 2017 15:54:25 GMT -8
"Bloop! ...Bloop! ...Bloop!"
Jun had done something odd (surprise, surprise). She had modified her light construct so that it expanded at its based and formed a large lattice dome for the children to climb on. Caleb and Kae would have settled near the top, where Jun was popping her head in and out of an opening she had made. It was like a cross between peek-a-boo and Jun being a human volcano.
Mt. Jun popped up again just in time to see Alden score the last hit effortlessly. He definitely apago the hell out of the llamas.
"Why am I not surprised?" She chuckled. Knowing him, he could probably have done a dozen of them in a row without flinching.
"So what did we win? I mean, you win. I only got one, so I didn't won I mean win one of whatever it was you win I mean won... one of... I did that on purpose." She grinned.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Oct 25, 2017 16:41:24 GMT -8
The children were absolutely delighted by the sudden appearance of the play structure. They squeal and laugh in delight as they clamber all over it. Occasionally batting at Jun's head like surprised kittens when she appears out of nowhere. They were clearly having a blast already and they hadn't even bobbed for apples yet.
"I won a pitcher of wine." He says holding up the ornate thing he'd just been handed. The person who ran the booth looking at him with a certain amount of respect, surprised to see a foreigner display such skill perhaps? Alden didn't know as he sniffs at the wine. "I don't really drink wine. Never saw the point, probably because I'd have to drink a cask in less than an hour to get drunk." He offers the wine to Jun. "You want it? Better than it going to waste."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Oct 25, 2017 17:39:08 GMT -8
"... Bloop!" Jun appeared with puffed out cheeks this time, cheeks which deflated the moment Jun received the offer of wine.
"Uh, that-" She ducked down again, and then popped up. "-would be a mistake. You see-" She did it again. "-I have the exact opposite-" ... and again. "-problem. I'll pass out with a single-" ...again. "-glass. It's kind of unfortunately really."
As the children started batting her hair, Jun snorted and then disappeared into the construct again. But this time the top sealed up and she crawled underneath the thing in order to escape. She walked over to the booth runner, who reached out and handed her a roll of bread, which Jun sensed had an odd magic baked into it. "Huh, enchanted bread. I wonder what it does."
She looked around at the other revelers and noticed that many people were eating the bread with impunity. Thus she concluded it must have been harmless. She went ahead and took a bite. "Ask if you can trade the wine for a different prize, maybe one of those masks or a cool hat. Or more of this bread." She expression suggested that the bread was quite good.
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Big Bad Wolf
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: There comes a time in the life of every child where the world seems larger than life; so full of adventure, magic, and surprises without any thought for its dangers.
It is these times when parents begin to scare their children into safety and obedience, when they begin to tell the age-old cautionary fables and fairy tales with the sole intention of using a child's imagination against them. There are countless such tales, each warning against many of the dangers a child can encounter in life - from trusting strangers, to not calling false alarms.
Yet out of all of the varied and wonderful characters of these stories, and all of the villains, there are none more condemned and reiterated than the Big Bad Wolf. All sensible children fear meeting him, and all wise adults remember the warnings derived from his tales.
But the Overworld is a magical place. A place where many tales have a basis in its long and unrecorded history. A place brimming with mystical energies that run underneath the world; through the stone of the mountains and the trees of the forests, into the words written in books and the imaginations of children.
In such a world, containing places where magic concentrates and becomes manifest in an unimaginable variety of ways, who is to say that if enough people believe in something, that something can't be brought to life? Who is to say that all the children in the world, fearing the Big Bad Wolf, haven't inadvertently created him? That he is not waiting right now in the woods, as physical as you and me, for a little girl wearing a red hood and carrying a basket of food?
But what if, in that innocent tendency of children to do so, the Big Bad Wolf was not just brought to life as an terrifying fairy tale, but as something more? As a man with a wolf's shape, who cannot possibly be pure evil, for what doesn't have just a little bit of good in them?
Registered: Oct 23, 2017 20:17:33 GMT -8
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Post by Big Bad Wolf on Oct 25, 2017 18:59:22 GMT -8
"Uhh..." He was at a bit of a loss what to give for his name. It had been a long time since he had engaged with another person in a conversation that went on for so long that he was expected to give his name. Often he would give a very common name, something fake and easy for him to remember - but he wasn't the most creative people and the 'question' caught him off guard. "Wolf is fine," he settled, deciding shortly after speaking that he could have chosen quite a few worse names to give out. "I'm of no use on spiritual journeys, or honouring lost loved ones, but I could use a drink. It's been a while since my last one." It had been exactly six hours and twenty minutes. He was no drunk, but that day had been a hard one... ( Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake)
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