Belladonna, The Poison Witch
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 150(ish), However looks to be in her 30s
Physical Description: Stands at 5ft10. Belladonna has waist length, pin straight black hair that is cut evenly, and low blunt bangs help frame her heart shaped face. She has a cream colored skin tone made natural by a rosiness in her cheeks. Her eyes are silvery with a hint of blue in them. Her lips are painted a dark red. Her nails are kept a bit long and groomed into rounded pointed tips and painted a similar color as her lips.
Clothes and Equipment: Belladonna's clothing is subject to change, but she holds a preference for dark moody colors. Fir green, Burgundy, Merlot, dark purples and of course black all fit into her usual color scheme. She dresses conservatively, nearly always wearing long loose sleeves and a high collar. All dress skirts are ankle length, unless she chooses to wear pants (Usually during travel). Her most common item is her black hooded cape with the lunar cycle embroidered on it.
In terms of equipment, Belladonna travels light. An old, twisted willow wood staff cradling a crystal ball is generally used as a walking stick, though it also carries magical properties. On her waist, she wears a Utility belt. The right side, a pocket book hangs, while on the left, vials of potions are at the ready. (1 accelerated healing, 1 poison vial, 1 rejuvenating potion). the belt also has an empty pouch where ingredients may be stored when found and cultivated.
Player's online availability : Daily
Registered: Oct 26, 2017 19:04:36 GMT -8
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Post by Belladonna, The Poison Witch on Oct 29, 2017 16:53:20 GMT -8
At the flurry of questions, Belladonna slowly rose her mask to have a proper look at the suddenly anxious woman. She purposely gave Roxanne a glance as if she was being a bit ridiculous in her pseudo-accusations. Settling the mask back on her somber face. "Before I set up my humble stall here, I scouted the perfect location where I would get the most customers. I'm not from here, however and It required a glance into a possible future. That is all." Belladonna snapped the book shut.
"The blood or hair is for the spell required to give you your order, presumably anywhere you might currently be in the world. Given magic can find you, anyway. It's a service I offer, people have found it convenient. If, in this circumstance, you'd prefer doing an in-person pick up, then I can hold your order in my shop till you remember to pick it up. A downpayment would be 8 Silver Rondi, out of a total of 15 silver Rondi for a custom order. I also accept a trade for anything you may have that I might find interesting."
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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 29, 2017 17:08:15 GMT -8
Sasha PierceAn honest smile was pinned on his face for once. " Maybe I should, might be nice having a man with a fair bit of coin in his pocket fawn over me." He mused. " But I don't know, I don't think I'd attract much in these." He gestured to his baggy slacks. " Might have to find a good skirt as well." He said in a serious tone, despite the mischief that danced in his eyes. "La Dan Zah?" He asked, the word rolling off his tongue in an odd way. " What's that mean? And why do I need a mask in the first place?" he asked keeping pace with Sasha.
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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 29, 2017 17:09:03 GMT -8
Roxanne hesitated for a moment, then nodded. It made sense, even if it did make her a bit nervous. If she wanted her potion, it would seem that she'd have to trust the witch. Besides, she didn't understand how magic worked one bit. Of course the witch would know best. Besides, she seemed harmless...of course, the last one did as well.
"I suppose...you promise it's just for the tracking spell and nothing else? I suppose that's alright...that would be pretty convenient, too. Out of curiosity, what sort of things do you find interesting? I might have something or other, but I don't know...I also have silver, too."
She hesitated for a moment, then went on.
"Also, um...when you looked at the possible futures, did you see anything about me? Do you know what's going to happen?"
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Belladonna, The Poison Witch
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 150(ish), However looks to be in her 30s
Physical Description: Stands at 5ft10. Belladonna has waist length, pin straight black hair that is cut evenly, and low blunt bangs help frame her heart shaped face. She has a cream colored skin tone made natural by a rosiness in her cheeks. Her eyes are silvery with a hint of blue in them. Her lips are painted a dark red. Her nails are kept a bit long and groomed into rounded pointed tips and painted a similar color as her lips.
Clothes and Equipment: Belladonna's clothing is subject to change, but she holds a preference for dark moody colors. Fir green, Burgundy, Merlot, dark purples and of course black all fit into her usual color scheme. She dresses conservatively, nearly always wearing long loose sleeves and a high collar. All dress skirts are ankle length, unless she chooses to wear pants (Usually during travel). Her most common item is her black hooded cape with the lunar cycle embroidered on it.
In terms of equipment, Belladonna travels light. An old, twisted willow wood staff cradling a crystal ball is generally used as a walking stick, though it also carries magical properties. On her waist, she wears a Utility belt. The right side, a pocket book hangs, while on the left, vials of potions are at the ready. (1 accelerated healing, 1 poison vial, 1 rejuvenating potion). the belt also has an empty pouch where ingredients may be stored when found and cultivated.
Player's online availability : Daily
Registered: Oct 26, 2017 19:04:36 GMT -8
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Post by Belladonna, The Poison Witch on Oct 29, 2017 17:31:10 GMT -8
"The sample is burned in the spell. I could not keep it for anything else, and.. it would be bad for business if a customer never got their order. A witch has to eat too." The Poison Witch picked up a long slender bottle that had a metal spiral on it and clear liquid inside it. She shook it from side to side and the liquid inside to come to life with a glow.
"I love anything.. strange, or obscure. Magical items, a fruit basket, good wine, fossils, ingredients.. the sky is the limit. If you have no such items, then I also accept money." The witch chuckled when she was questionned on the future. "Yes... Normally I'm not suppose to disclose anything that will affect the future, but in my vision, I saw someone following in your midst. They will follow you from the beginning to the end of this festival. They will always hide in plain sight, waiting for you to drink too much and for you to find yourself away from prying eyes. Unfortunately, this encounter does not end well for you."
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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 29, 2017 17:39:50 GMT -8
Roxanne's eyes widened at the witch's warning. A stranger following her around, meaning her harm? She glanced over her shoulder, but couldn't see anyone particularly threatening. Of course, that was what the witch had said, wasn't it? It was a good thing the witch had warned her, too, since she had been planning on enjoying some of the famous Rondi wine...she immediately thought of the doll in her backpack. Would the stranger somehow get their hands on that? Perhaps she should give it to the witch...but what good would that do? She still wasn't quite sure about how trustworthy witches could be.
"Someone following me? And you said that it won't end well...is there any way to prevent this? Any way at all to protect myself? What can I do, how can I avoid this from happening to me? Please, you have to tell me, isn't there anything?"
Of course, since she was at a festival, she'd left her sword and bow at home. All she had was her hunting knife, strapped to her thigh...but even that would be rather difficult to access under her long skirt. Maybe she should have worn something shorter...but maybe that would have caused even more trouble.
"I...I haven't got anything you might be interested in, not now. I can pay in money."
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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 29, 2017 22:30:48 GMT -8
Skarlet's comment did not go unheard, but Jun did her best to remain still while the artist applied the last of the paint. When she was done she happily joined the children, hopping around with them with glee, but especially careful not to step on their little toes.
"I'm sure you'll make an excellent mother someday, Skarlet," Jun said as soon as her heels got tired. "And anyways you've got plenty of time to figure it out." A few more memories started to flood back to her, including the conversation on the rooftop overlooking Naoki's war declaration...
"You should enjoy your youth as much as possible. I know that sounds strange coming from a mortal and talking to an immortal. But you've got a chance to experience all that life has to offer. You can see things from many different perspectives through different life experiences, or maybe even whole lifetimes. All the wisdom you'll accrue will ultimately make you an even better parent when the time comes. Really, if anyone should be concerned with being a parent soon it ought to be me..."
She stopped there briefly, creating an awkward silence. Then, carefully, Jun said, "Alden..."
She slowly turned to him. "Is... is it wrong that this face paint is making me consider the possible tactical and combat applications of enchanted face and body paint?"
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Belladonna, The Poison Witch
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 150(ish), However looks to be in her 30s
Physical Description: Stands at 5ft10. Belladonna has waist length, pin straight black hair that is cut evenly, and low blunt bangs help frame her heart shaped face. She has a cream colored skin tone made natural by a rosiness in her cheeks. Her eyes are silvery with a hint of blue in them. Her lips are painted a dark red. Her nails are kept a bit long and groomed into rounded pointed tips and painted a similar color as her lips.
Clothes and Equipment: Belladonna's clothing is subject to change, but she holds a preference for dark moody colors. Fir green, Burgundy, Merlot, dark purples and of course black all fit into her usual color scheme. She dresses conservatively, nearly always wearing long loose sleeves and a high collar. All dress skirts are ankle length, unless she chooses to wear pants (Usually during travel). Her most common item is her black hooded cape with the lunar cycle embroidered on it.
In terms of equipment, Belladonna travels light. An old, twisted willow wood staff cradling a crystal ball is generally used as a walking stick, though it also carries magical properties. On her waist, she wears a Utility belt. The right side, a pocket book hangs, while on the left, vials of potions are at the ready. (1 accelerated healing, 1 poison vial, 1 rejuvenating potion). the belt also has an empty pouch where ingredients may be stored when found and cultivated.
Player's online availability : Daily
Registered: Oct 26, 2017 19:04:36 GMT -8
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Post by Belladonna, The Poison Witch on Oct 30, 2017 5:21:00 GMT -8
The Witch pressed her lips together to stop a laugh from escaping. Thankfully, the mask did a good job of hiding her expression, so she could be more genuine and her customers would be none the wiser. "Oh yes, there is a way to protect yourself. There are familiar faces in the crowd tonight, seek them out. Also, be certain not to drink to heavily, and remain in crowded areas, wear a purple feather, throw salt over your shoulder, let's see..." Her pointed nails scraped against the chin of the mask as if in thought. In truth she just liked the texture.
"Ah, yes, do not blindly trust a street vendor whom announces your doom. Life is too short for such worries." She concluded.
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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 30, 2017 5:38:28 GMT -8
As the vendor spoke, Roxanne's mind raced. Where was she supposed to find a purple feather? Did those even exist? How was she supposed to find familiar faces when everyone was painted or masked? Would the snack vendors let her have salt if she was just going to throw it over her shoulder? When the witch revealed her trickery, however, Roxanne sighed, deflated. A prank, that was all it had been. Some sort of twisted joke.
"That's a dirty trick, you know. I really believed you, with your crystal ball and your future sight and everything. It's not nice to go around worrying people like that, you know..."
Still, despite her annoyance, Roxanne wondered if she wouldn't do the same if she had the witch's power. It might be amusing, even if it was a bit mean. Perhaps it was a good thing that she wasn't a witch. Witches were nothing but trouble, and she got into more than enough trouble on her own already.
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Belladonna, The Poison Witch
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 150(ish), However looks to be in her 30s
Physical Description: Stands at 5ft10. Belladonna has waist length, pin straight black hair that is cut evenly, and low blunt bangs help frame her heart shaped face. She has a cream colored skin tone made natural by a rosiness in her cheeks. Her eyes are silvery with a hint of blue in them. Her lips are painted a dark red. Her nails are kept a bit long and groomed into rounded pointed tips and painted a similar color as her lips.
Clothes and Equipment: Belladonna's clothing is subject to change, but she holds a preference for dark moody colors. Fir green, Burgundy, Merlot, dark purples and of course black all fit into her usual color scheme. She dresses conservatively, nearly always wearing long loose sleeves and a high collar. All dress skirts are ankle length, unless she chooses to wear pants (Usually during travel). Her most common item is her black hooded cape with the lunar cycle embroidered on it.
In terms of equipment, Belladonna travels light. An old, twisted willow wood staff cradling a crystal ball is generally used as a walking stick, though it also carries magical properties. On her waist, she wears a Utility belt. The right side, a pocket book hangs, while on the left, vials of potions are at the ready. (1 accelerated healing, 1 poison vial, 1 rejuvenating potion). the belt also has an empty pouch where ingredients may be stored when found and cultivated.
Player's online availability : Daily
Registered: Oct 26, 2017 19:04:36 GMT -8
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Post by Belladonna, The Poison Witch on Oct 30, 2017 5:59:44 GMT -8
Belladonna gave a hearty laugh. "When you've lived as long as I have, it's the simple things in life that keep you going." she explained. Fun came in all forms, and trolling the naive happened to be her favorite. "I did tell the truth about familiar faces in the crowd though. You should seek them out, no one should be alone on Laverbana De Lamuerta. Make friends, make merry, You never know if next year it is you whom the people will be celebrating." The witch lifted her mask to give the woman a cheeky wink before setting it back down.
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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 30, 2017 8:40:06 GMT -8
"Nothing too exciting while I've been travelling abroad. It's been fun though to see how different things are in other countries, I especially enjoyed Sakand." Skarlet responds to Alden about how she's been faring. She had been hoping to experience more in her travels but was satisfied with what she learned and there were so many beautiful people there to admire.
Skarlet listens to Jun's advice, she always welcomed it from her peers. Mortals each have unique visions of how existence should play out. The vampire wasn't sure if she'd actually ever try being a mother, but it felt good to be complimented on the prospect. She wondered if Jun planned on being a parent soon and from the situation she thought Jun was about to say something else to Alden. She thought with Jun's silence for a moment she was about to maybe profess love or something, but instead, it was just about the makeup! Jun was an unpredictable human...
Getting back on track, "Jun, I'd like to talk to you more about your experiences whenever you have the chance. I'm especially interested in your grandmother Lynx."
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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 30, 2017 9:25:00 GMT -8
Arya turned to look at the Rondi lordling as he spoke, matching his charming smile with her own. He seemed to be quite friendly to her. "Ola... señor," she said, her accent as she pronounced the words clearly foreign and a bit awkward. Arya knew some basic phrases in the language of Rondon, but she wasn't very fluent at all. Greetings out of the way Arya wondered exactly what sort of entertainment the lordling was after, though she had her suspicions already, "Oh? What sort of entertainment do you mean?" The Kingdom of Rondón
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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 30, 2017 10:38:00 GMT -8
Jun was doing well with the kids who seemed to be fairly happy about everything going on. It was admittedly an exciting festival with everyone in a costume of some sort. Scary things like ghosts and skeletons made bright and exciting. Alden's more warm and cheerful grin was slowly returning as he adjusted to Skarlet's presence. The truth that it was incredibly unlikely that the Empress's daughter would attack his kids slowly quelling his natural reaction to any kind of predatory species around his children.
The kids set to playing a game of tag around the adults, trying to drag both Jun and Skarlet into it. They'd long ago stopped trying to get daddy to play tag as he had a habit of staying still. Mostly because it was the best way to keep his eyes on them if he had to run after one of them he'd lose track of the others. "Body paint doesn't hold a spell very well but it could be used to provide short-term benefits. Better for a siege since you'd have to prepare it in advance. Also no, not bad just a demonstration of where your priorities are."
Some people were fighters. He and Jun were most definitely in that category. They were even close to being the same kind of fighter these days, the kind that fought to protect. That thought made him grin, pleased to realize he no longer thought of himself as an assassin. Now he was a Marshal bound to do his duty and protect Isra as Naoki willed it. Rather than an assassin bound to strike down whoever he was paid to. It was a good feeling.
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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 30, 2017 12:12:03 GMT -8
Roxanne let out a sigh or relief, nodding and giving the witch a weak smile. The warning, even if false, had put her on edge. Even if the witch was making a joke, perhaps what she said was true. Maybe she should keep an eye out and not drink too much... "I don't know how I'll find a familiar face around here, with all these masks about. I don't know that I'd even recognize myself in a mirror with all this face paint. Maybe you're right, though..." She glanced back over her shoulder and spotted none other than her uncle Rasputin Fletcher. Letting out a gasp of shock, she turned away quickly. "Oh dear, there's my uncle...I don't know what he's doing here, he's awfully mean. He used to hit us with sticks and belts when we were young, and throw whiskey bottles at us...I hope he doesn't recognize me." Her hand drifted down to her thigh, where she patted the knife strapped to her leg. It gave her some comfort to have nearby, even if it would be a bit of a struggle to draw.
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Rasputin Fletcher
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 77
Physical Description: A rather rotund old man who is only five and a half feet in height. The top of his head is bald, but he still retains curly white strands of hair on the side of his head as well as a thick beard and marvelous mustache. His teeth are in shockingly good condition, somehow all still intact despite his age.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears brightly colored clothes made out of exotic materials. He has a single silver monocle he occasionally pulls out to help him read documents or road signs. He conceals a variety of objects within his cloak, things like potions and knives for example. The most notable thing he carries is a large staff of metal that is about the same height as he is and topped with a pale colored orb.
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Registered: Oct 28, 2017 11:04:29 GMT -8
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Post by Rasputin Fletcher on Oct 30, 2017 13:24:37 GMT -8
Rasputin let out a string of curses upon only putting out three of the wicks with the whip. Taking his reward rather sullenly, as he hadn’t gotten the wine he had wanted, he glanced around at the nearby crowd. That’s when he saw her, Roxanne, his niece.
Her back was to him and she appeared to be conversing with a potion seller of some kind. What a coincidence, he hadn’t seen her in years! She’d been one of his better nieces, he hadn’t been forced to discipline her as much as some of his other nephews and nieces.
Practically skipping over to the potion stall, while using his staff to shove others out of his way, Rasputin put on a wide grin as he tapped Roxanne on the shoulder.
“My dear, dear Roxanne! It’s been far too long since we’ve last met, how have you been?”
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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 30, 2017 17:21:20 GMT -8
"Lynx? Oh, uh, hehehe JUST A SECOND!" She called to the children as they begged her to chase them. "Sure, I wouldn't mind talking about her. I'm not as obsessed with surpassing her as I used to be but I still look up to her quite a bit. A part of me was hoping to see her around during the festival, but in all likelihood, she's probably moved on to the next life. Eh-" The children tugged on her dress. "I'll tell you more later. Let's play with the kids! Oh, and thanks for the advice, Alden!"
Jun eagerly followed the children, chasing them around and being chased in turn. As an adult, she enjoyed a natural stride advantage, but her dress was a bit of a handicap, and the cat children were much agiler than human children that size. Luckily she had at least brought her boots!
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 9, 2024 12:18:09 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2017 18:41:54 GMT -8
Mireia at first watched Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake with curious hazel eyes... but the more Riley spoke, surrounded by the flickering candles and the redgold of dusk gleaming over his hair, the more her face -- though painted with a skull -- became concerned. His story was a sad one, and so young as well! She reached out to him and laid a hand on his sleeve -- a palm that was well-calloused with the weapons of war -- and gave a small reassuring squeeze. "Then I am sure she is with LaMuerta," Mira said to him. "She especially loves those with kind hearts and treats them better in her home than they could ever be treated in life."Her pretty mouth opened to say more, but she heard a commotion from beyond the graveyard and saw people immediately moving between the gravestones for the main avenue through Rondon. "Oh! Come! We will miss LaDanza!" Mira said, sliding her hand into his and tugging him along with her as they moved through the graveyard and to the crowds that were gathering. Torches and sconces were lit now as dusk had turned to twilight, and there wasn't a single naked face in the crowd -- well, save for Riley's.
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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 30, 2017 18:45:27 GMT -8
She laughed at Regal Al'nin Withernorth as she walked with him through the streets that were filling and filling with people. Indeed, vendors were quickly taking down their carts and their tents in order to make way for the huuuuuuuuge block party about to happen. Sasha held up a finger to Regal then moved away from him to purchase a quick mask from a vendor, then was back by his side. "Put this on," she said to him, putting it on for him and securing the strings, her body close, her arms lifted over his shoulders as she did so. "You will not want to miss it." Her voice was quiet, and her gaze moved off from the mask to his eyes -- or, well, eye -- and she smiled another one of those saucy, charming grins and winked at him.
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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 30, 2017 18:45:57 GMT -8
Mireia at first watched Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake with curious hazel eyes... but the more Riley spoke, surrounded by the flickering candles and the redgold of dusk gleaming over his hair, the more her face -- though painted with a skull -- became concerned. His story was a sad one, and so young as well! She reached out to him and laid a hand on his sleeve -- a palm that was well-calloused with the weapons of war -- and gave a small reassuring squeeze. "Then I am sure she is with LaMuerta," Mira said to him. "She especially loves those with kind hearts and treats them better in her home than they could ever be treated in life."Her pretty mouth opened to say more, but she heard a commotion from beyond the graveyard and saw people immediately moving between the gravestones for the main avenue through Rondon. "Oh! Come! We will miss LaDanza!" Mira said, sliding her hand into his and tugging him along with her as they moved through the graveyard and to the crowds that were gathering. Torches and sconces were lit now as dusk had turned to twilight, and there wasn't a single naked face in the crowd -- well, save for Riley's. "Huh? What's-" Riley tried to say until Mira pulled him along. Despite his size he was easy enough to drag. He followed her through the graveyards and the crowds before coming to a stop. One glance around and he would notice his face was uncovered. Quickly, he grabbed Cheesecake's mask and placed it on his face, Cheesecake sound asleep on his head and unaware of what was going on. "What's going on? What is this?" He whispered to Mira.
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The Kingdom of Rondón
Committed
Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Oct 30, 2017 19:11:32 GMT -8
LaDANZA de LaMUERTA
was about to begin!
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Crowds of people flocked to the street, Rondi wine flowing freely, a cup or a ladle or a mug or a glass easily found, and easily drunk! Sweet breads sopped up what was spilled or filled bellies that were getting a little too tipsy. Fireworks went off overhead, filling the dark of the sky with light for a moment to gather everyone's attention.
Rondi conversation was lively around everyone -- there'd almost be no room to actually walk and move and everyone's gaze was either on the street where LaDanza would begin, or up in the sky where the fringes of the firework had made almost a holograph of what was happening in the main square of the city.
A beautiful woman with her face painted as a skull stepped out into the square as a guitar strummed -- heard by all. A handsome young man was at the center, dressed in a suit of black -- lined with scarlet and gold. The woman was veiled and her skirts were volumnious --
and everything fell silent as the man tapped against his guitar, a hollow wooden sound beginning before his fingers strummed the guitar and the beautiful woman began to spin, her scarlet skirts swaying around her graceful movements.
[ Mooood music! ]
It was a battle of wills then -- between "LaMuerta" -- with candles lit in her hair among the red and gold roses -- whose heels snapped on the stone of the floor and the smooth strings and fingertips of "LoSueno". There was darkness all around them save for where the candles illuminated them both -- lovers locked in a back and forth, a battle, a conversation of music and dance and grace and symbology of the after life and the waking dream that LoSueno walked.
Faster she danced, faster he played, bolder, closer, higher, faster -- displayed for everyone to watch as the stand off became more and more heated -- guitar versus dancer -- death versus dreams -- man vs wife -- an age old song that so many new as guitar and heels clashed and became one--
-- And with a sudden BURST of light the guitar sped up as sixteen other dancers revealed themselves, swirling into the song, joined by a huge cast of musicians and guitar players.
Rondi citizens yelled in joy and ecstasy, laughter ringing out as the women danced in tandem -- a swirl of color, of grace, of quick steps, of smiling faces as they gave into the rush of their heart beats and the lusty night in their veins. Flowers began to rain down among them all.
Quick clapping from the Rondi citizens as the parade began down the streets, watching as the women twirled, as the brightly-decorated guitars and instruments came down the streets and then huge floats -- propelled by magic came down, covered in bright feathers and flowers and glitter as skulls and skeletons danced in the streets--
-- bursts of fireworks overhead worked in tandem with the quick pace of the music, but no one ever lost sight of "LaMuerta" e "LoSueno" as they swirled around each other, until finally -- they ended in each other's arms.
And as they did, the music stopped -- but only for a sudden BURST of flame as down LaDanza, ten spirits burst from the underground, full of fire, their headdresses reaching toward the sky, towering over all of the rest...
As they moved with the rest of the parade. It was night out, but it was not dark, and within the eyes of those who wore the mask or the paint, they could see so many spirits and ghosts traveling with the parade, dancing with their living loved ones, filling dooways, looking at their escrisuenos.
They danced and they celebrated and they loved with their families and friends. The celebrations were incredible, full of bursting magic, of fire and water and light. They traveled aaaall the way up to the Palace of Thorns, and as they came upon it, it glowed golden in the night, illuminated to resemble almost El Dorado as the doors were opened and anyone could join in on the celebrations.
There would be no sleeping tonight. Not until the sun rose and all the spirits were called back to their graves. So until then--
Drink. Eat. Love.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 9, 2024 12:18:09 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2017 19:26:47 GMT -8
"It's LaDanza!" Mira laughed, and knew that she wouldn't be able to explain it to Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake. It was something that he was going to have to experience to understand. Her hand stayed in his and she pushed through the crowds until they were at the very front. She turned to him to check to see if his mask was on, and when she saw it was, she smiled and gave him a thumbs up. When the fireworks went off, she, like most of the Rondi, let out a celebratory cry and yell, bouncing a little beside Riley, heedless of how she must have looked. " I love LaDanza," she said to Riley, forced to raise her voice so he could hear her. " You will see why," she told him. And no sooner had she spoken than LaDanza started, and as it always did -- she was swept away in the music and the colors and the flowers and the laughter and the smiles and the celebration of life after death and the love that carried them over. As spirits began to flirt and dance and swirl and haunt and roam, she felt her heartbeat kick up a notch, even as she clapped along with the quick pace of the music. There wasn't a single person standing still, most of them swaying to the hypnotic and rhythmic guitar and drums and the clacking heels of the dancers at the center.
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