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 Nov 16, 2017 17:26:22 GMT -8
Belladonna was fascinated witht he little creature that went limp in her hand. She observed the little guy from one side to the other before placing it on her shoulder. It asked for her help, it would be against it's best interest to do anything unsavory. As the humble farmer led her away to the storeroom, she waited outside patiently for him to haul the cauldron out to her. Naturally, she could have offered to help, but it was funnier to let him struggle. She beamed as she saw the good sized cauldron and placed her hands on the rim.
"Yes, I believe that'll do-"
She had been interrupted when another woman strolled into their arrangement. Naturally, given the attire, the woman was likely of high standings among the locals. Suiker was the surname, such a valuable piece of information would quickly store itself into the witch's memory.
"I happened to be wandering and stumbled onto this location. Seems like there was quite the disaster. No worries, I suppose fate has pushed me in this direction to offer my assistance. I shall brew a potion, free of charge, that will help grow back your cherry trees. All I need is this cauldron, and a place to work, if you would so kindly have me."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Nov 19, 2017 13:09:31 GMT -8
Ms. Suiker frowned, clearly suspicious. Could she really trust this newcomer, who'd just appeared and offered to help free of charge? What sort of person did that? Maybe it was a trick...but what choice did she have? Even with the townsfolk's best efforts, this season's cherry harvests would be slim at best. Maybe it was time to take a chance, and trust the witch. She took a deep breath, and nodded.
"Thank you, ma'am. If you could help us, we'd be infinitely grateful. If you're looking for a place to work, you'd be welcome to come to my mansion. Oh, but where are my manners? I'm Ella Suiker, owner of the cherry fields and Head Councilwoman of Ash Hollow. What do you go by, stranger?"
She held out her hand to shake, ignoring the rather odd, squishy-looking creature on the witch's shoulder. Witches had odd pets, after all.
Meanwhile, Cinder would find the pie to be sweet and sticky and nourishing, as expected.
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Asger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Clothes and Equipment: Full armor
Spear
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Registered: Feb 6, 2017 22:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Asger on Nov 20, 2017 11:48:10 GMT -8
Dirk Smithson On the way to the Isrian border two vagabonds passed through a burned out village. There was evidence of much reconstruction. The people here would be a hard-working bunch so Asger chose to be cautious. “The fuck happened here?” He wondered aloud. It seemed like there was some activity going on down the street. “We might as well spend a couple of posts hours here. Might be a little more food and work to be found. There gotta be an abandoned house to sleep in at least.”
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Asger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Clothes and Equipment: Full armor
Spear
Shield
Registered: Feb 6, 2017 22:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Asger on Nov 20, 2017 13:33:36 GMT -8
Strangers and Travelers CinderA flicker in the corner of Asger's eye made the hungry man turn. Sitting on a window sill before were cherry pies! Not believing his good luck Asger looked around for anyone who might be watching.
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Dirk Smithson
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Confessing
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 32
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, heavy set, but muscular. Often wears heavy armor and uses a morningstar, but isn't overly attached to any one weapon. His face is often bruised from battle, though he's been able to keep most of his features intact.
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Clothes and Equipment: A heavy suit of armor and no weapons.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 16, 2017 20:23:26 GMT -8
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Post by Dirk Smithson on Nov 20, 2017 14:53:57 GMT -8
As he glanced around at the burnt out shells of buildings, Dirk grunted his agreement. The place was in shambles, but there was something...wrong here. As they strolled he stopped, pointing at a nearby building "Look at this house." he urged, not even noticing his companions new infatuation with the rather attractive pie set in on the sill. "Couldn't 'ave been bandits. Fire's just at the top. You light a fire from the bottom there n' let it go up. Like the fire jus' came right down from the sky, it did." What coulda done that ya figure?" he asked, turning towards his ravenous companion. Following Asger's gaze led him to a rather enticing treat, and with a grin his CSI: Ash Hollow foray was forgotten. "I'll keep an eye out, just don't forget ta share it!" he mumbled with some excitement. It had been awhile since he'd had a good meal, and he placed his hands on his hips, looking around a little *too* casually, complete with innocent whistling.
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Asger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Clothes and Equipment: Full armor
Spear
Shield
Registered: Feb 6, 2017 22:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Asger on Nov 20, 2017 16:19:28 GMT -8
At the word 'eye’ Asger swept 4 of the pies into the empty food sack. He sulked away from the building while tying the bag to his belt.
“Fire from the sky? I don't much like the sound of that. You wanna find out more or hit the road?” Asger licked his lips in anticipation. He wondered if he should go back and grab two more. However the town certainly was interesting. There was no evidence of a normal fight. Old tales of magic drifted through Asger's head. "Might be good to find out what kind of attack could do something like this."
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Dirk Smithson
Established
Confessing
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 32
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, heavy set, but muscular. Often wears heavy armor and uses a morningstar, but isn't overly attached to any one weapon. His face is often bruised from battle, though he's been able to keep most of his features intact.
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Clothes and Equipment: A heavy suit of armor and no weapons.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 16, 2017 20:23:26 GMT -8
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Post by Dirk Smithson on Nov 20, 2017 18:24:44 GMT -8
"S'pose it couldn't hurt. Might be some jobs worth talkin' about over here, but if fire's rainin' I'm not lookin' to stay too long." he replied with a nervous chuckle. He strode down the road with feigned confidence, although he couldn't help himself from glancing at the sky occasionally, as if he'd need to dodge a fireball from the clear blue. When all seemed well, however, he approached a nearby cherry picker, thankful no one had yet to notice their grand theft pie. ""Ello and fine day to ya." he exclaimed a little loudly. "Mind tellin' us how this 'ere town got burned?" it was a little on the nose, but it had already become clear that Dirk wasn't much for finesse. Even so, he spoke like a man with nothing to hide, which in itself could be a boon at times.
Deciding that the man on the ladder hadn't quite replied in good time, he gave the unstable structure a little kick, only intending to get his attention, although it wobbled dangerously.
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Cinder
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Newforged
Physical Description: Cinder's body is made of mana in a fiery green form. She is the size of a golf ball.
Player's online availability : If you tag me I'll know right away and check in
Registered: Oct 26, 2017 18:18:07 GMT -8
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Post by Cinder on Nov 20, 2017 23:51:42 GMT -8
Not yet known to the men, Cinder was still inside one of those pies eating the sticky red goop! She could feel when the pie was picked up and chose to play it cool and keep eating, listening to what is happening outside the crust. Sometimes she could peek through a lattice to see what all the commotion was about and spy on the meaty men of this world.
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Asger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Clothes and Equipment: Full armor
Spear
Shield
Registered: Feb 6, 2017 22:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Asger on Nov 21, 2017 0:46:57 GMT -8
Asger stayed a few steps behind Dirk. He was not sure how long they would stay around so he kept his bags on and leaned in his spear for support. The thought of the pies in his bag was tantalizing and caused him to fidget nervously. His face had the gaunt and angry look of those who have been hungry too long. Asger remained silent.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Nov 21, 2017 19:30:12 GMT -8
Asger's cunning pie-heist went unnoticed by the townsfolk, and they would be able to slink away from the scene of the crime without so much as a witness. All around them, signs of fire were evident, although much of the town was in the process of being rebuilt.
As Dirk jostled the man's ladder, the movement would cause the unfortunate worker to drop what he was working on. If he wasn't careful, a bucket of plaster would fall on Dirk's head as the man held on for dear life. Once the bumping and shaking stopped, he looked down, incredulous.
"What caused all the burning? Dragons, what else? They're awful creatures, just came in and destroyed the town for no good reason. Dragons are the worst! You know what's almost as bad as dragons? People kicking your ladder as you're standing on it, trying to repair your roof so your pregnant wife doesn't get rained on!"
He grumbled loudly, clearly rather annoyed at Dirk's rudeness.
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Dirk Smithson
Established
Confessing
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 32
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, heavy set, but muscular. Often wears heavy armor and uses a morningstar, but isn't overly attached to any one weapon. His face is often bruised from battle, though he's been able to keep most of his features intact.
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Clothes and Equipment: A heavy suit of armor and no weapons.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 16, 2017 20:23:26 GMT -8
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Post by Dirk Smithson on Nov 21, 2017 20:25:22 GMT -8
Dragons?! "'Ey, 'ey, 'ey, I ain't stayin' where there's dragons, mate!" Dirk protested to Asger, as if the other man had suggested they go slay some before brunch. "Me ma used to tell me 'bout dragons, size of 'ouses and breathin' fire ta boot! No thank ya, mate, no thank ya." he turned his attention back up at the man as he complained, giving what he intended to be as good-natured grin. "You gotta be crazy rebuildin' a house a dragon burned! You got lucky once, mate, you ought to head for the hills if you don't mind my sayin' so."
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Asger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Clothes and Equipment: Full armor
Spear
Shield
Registered: Feb 6, 2017 22:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Asger on Nov 22, 2017 0:30:24 GMT -8
The smell of the cherry pies made Asger's mouth water. He spit to the side as if to mark Dirk's point. Really, he was only thinking about eating those pies. He scowled at the gasping ache in his gut. The sneer might be misconstrued for contempt of the peasants for rebuilding here, but Asger was hardly able to listen.
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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 Dec 13, 2017 20:48:47 GMT -8
"That is a very gracious offer of you. My name is Belladonna. I am the owner of the Pick Your Potion potion shop should you have heard of it. It's a pleasure to meet you." the Witch's hand accepted Ella's and shook it firmly. "It shall take, hopefully but a few days... Though it could be longer if I encounter any problems." She could tell the woman was suspicious, and with good reason. Belladonna was perhaps a stranger that did offer help free of charge, but most witches do not. "I will keep you updated on the process, and I shall answer any questions you may have."
The witch rubed her fingers together, causing small sparks of magic to jump out like striking flint. She should prepare a spell to levitate the heavy cauldron.. or she could let the man hilariously deal with it.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 13, 2017 21:10:13 GMT -8
The man's struggles with the cauldron were quite pitiful to watch, as he grunted and sweated and dragged the massive iron behemoth down the street and up the hill all the way to Ms. Suiker's house. When he finally got there, he dragged it inside, dropping it down with a crash on the fine hardwood flooring within the mansion. He stood up straight, grinning with pride at his accomplishment and glancing between the two women. Ms. Suiker sighed, and dismissed him with a flick of her wrist and a click of her tongue. Sighing, he shuffled off, groaning slightly. Ms. Suiker smiled, leaning on the cauldron and turning to Belladonna.
"Well now, if there's anything you need, feel free to ask. The staff will provide you with whatever you like, as well as a room for however long this takes. Can I interest you in some tea? I have quite a collection of fine imported tea. I'm quite fond of tea, especially the exotic kinds. I've got a small jar of tea from a far-off island, somewhere in the southern seas. You wouldn't believe it, but it's actually made from boiling stones! The rocks are only found on that island, and it's quite a remarkable taste. Unbelievably expensive, too."
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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 Dec 13, 2017 21:28:48 GMT -8
The struggles of the hard worker was as entertaining as Belladonna had hoped. With a smile and a flirty little wave to see him off, the witch turned to the noblewoman. Her home was indeed exquisite. it would have been a horrible shame if it had burnt down like the rest of the town. Luck was apparently on this lady's side. "Thank you. Tea would indeed be lovely. Boiling stones you say? Why that is a strange thing indeed! What fun, what fun." She had heard something of it before, but mostly as rumors. It was impressive to find someone who actually owned some quantity of it. Clearly this woman loved to show off her wealth. "I love such odd concepts."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 14, 2017 11:43:54 GMT -8
Ms. Suiker nodded, and a maid scurried off to fetch the tea. A moment later, she returned, bearing a teapot, two glasses, and a remarkably small jar carrying a rather greenish-grey powder on a tray. Placing the tray down on a coffee table, she poured the hot water into two mugs, and spooned a small scoop of the powder into each one. The tea was quite fragrant, with an interesting mineral overtone, rather like wet river stones.
"This is one of my favorite teas in my collection. Not because of the taste, although it's quite unique, but because of the experience. It's something that not many people have ever heard of, much less ever tasted. It's both an honor and a thrill, tasting something so interesting."
She raised the teacup to Belladonna, smiling.
"To you, and to my cherries."
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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 Dec 15, 2017 12:05:35 GMT -8
Belladonna picked a cup as well and held it up similarly to her host. She smiled as she listened to Ms. Suiker brag about the experience. In all honesty she was more preoccupied with the tea itself. Such an interesting aroma had her discreetly smelling the refreshing steam. It reminded her of a river-side vacation she had taken once. She was brought back to reality by the toast.
The witch also raised her cup. "To a gracious hostess." she replied and finally sipped at the mysterious tea.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 15, 2017 12:44:38 GMT -8
The tea had been heated to the perfect temperature, nice and hot without a risk of scalding anything. The taste was, as Suiker had described it, unique. Despite the temperature, it was oddly refreshing, and tasted of very clean, fresh tea leaves with an odd, mineral aftertaste. Ms. Suiker sipped her tea, beaming all the while.
"Some say it's the clean mountain rivers that give the tea its flavor, others claim it's the algae that grows on the rocks. I'm not sure, myself, but it's definitely something else. So...was there anything you needed for your, er, remedy? I must admit, I'm not at all well versed in this sort of thing, but rest assured I'll be able to get you nearly anything you could ask for. It would be a small price to pay for the restoration of our cherry fields. Also, tell me...where does one learn such things? We have witches in the woods sometimes, but they're mostly trouble, kidnapping children and the like. They seldom do much to help us."
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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 Dec 15, 2017 12:58:19 GMT -8
The witch savored the flavor of the tea. It really was something special indeed. She simply had to find out where to get her hands on it.. it could prove useful- Right, the conversation. "All I truly needed for the moment was a sampling of cherry seeds, which your worker was so kind to provide. All extra ingredients I can forage for, though.. if it turns out I am missing something I shall certainly rely on you to provide." Belladonna winked at the land owner. Normally it wasn't a problem, but for the sake of the transaction she'd let believe they were necessary.
"Ah, witchcraft is an art that takes years to practice and even more years to master. Thankfully, My mother taught me the basics before sending me to school. In case you are wondering I am certified. I'm not some back alley witch that spends her time luring children with false promises." she waved her hand dismissively. "Though I must say... Do the children here have a higher aptitude for magic? That would be the only reason I could fathom someone would go through the trouble."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 15, 2017 22:00:47 GMT -8
Ms. Suiker pondered Belladonna's question, swirling her tea in her mug. Had there been any children with a particularly high magical aptitude? Would she be able to tell? The Lingon family had mentioned how their child managed to draw things off shelves with her mind, but upon closer inspection, it had been discovered that the shelf was simply on a slant.
"No, I don't believe so. Few of the children around here have so much as a glimmer of magic, as far as I know. I can't imagine why the witches want them, really...in any case, is there really such a thing as a witch school? I'd never heard of such a thing. I always thought it was a family art, passed down through the generations from mothers or grandmothers. I didn't know there were schools for it. Where is this school?"
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