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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Nov 20, 2017 18:02:21 GMT -8
The man chortled, closing the box of eyeballs with a hollow clunk. He carefully stuffed it back into his pocket, the bulky shape vanishing as it dropped into the seemingly endless void that was his coat.
"Why, nothing happens if you refuse. I'm a salesman, not some kind of monster or murderer. What do you take me for? And besides, I'm no mage either. I don't cast spells on people or anything like that, I just sell products that people might want. If you lose an eye, I'll be there to sell you a replacement. If you've got poor eyesight, perhaps you should consider a replacement! All of my eyes have crystal-clear vision, guaranteed. Trust me, I've tried them all out myself. As for me having nothing to offer...why, that's just a lie. I've got lots of things! If you lose a hand, or a leg, or any sort of body part, I've got a spare. My prices are very affordable for what they are, and the installation is free, too!"
He pulled a rather damp burlap sack from his pocket, and reached inside. Something squished unpleasantly within, and he removed a severed hand. It twitched in his grasp, fingers flailing and grabbing onto his immaculate white glove.
"See? This one might be a bit small for you, though. But I see you've got all sorts of limbs already...maybe you'd like something different. Gold, perhaps? Or information? I know lots of things, you know. You wouldn't believe what people say when they don't know who's listening. I hear things on my travels, and I remember things. I'm oh-so-good at remembering."
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Treasa
Established
Roleplay posts: 24 
Age: 26
Physical Description: Treasa is an intimidating woman with Amazonian proportions, standing at 6'6" in all and laden with muscle. Though in some ways Treasa is feminine, the thickness and roughness of her physique occasionally give way to mislead assumptions.
Atop her head is a dark rats nest of coarse, thick hair that sweeps her shoulders. Upon her tanned, leathery skin decorate a plethora of scars, some deep, most light. Despite all her flaws, the woman is rarely found without a smile on her face.
Clothes and Equipment: Atop a layer of various cloth is a set of armor that Treasa is never seen without. It is mismatched, some of it worn, some of it new, some made expensively and most of it cheap. One would not be wrong to assume the woman a scavenger.
She does have one item that started her on her journey as a traveler, and that is the large, claymore-like sword she hefts with little trouble. It has runes carved up and down the blade, allowing the woman to conjure explosive magic as she fights.
Player's online availability : On during most evenings
Registered: Nov 13, 2017 13:54:32 GMT -8
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Post by Treasa on Nov 20, 2017 18:21:45 GMT -8
"What I want is already before me," Treasa affirmed. "The vast world before me and the glory I will receive by venturing through it is my only desire. I will get none of those things from your wares, salesman." Nor would he provide her with the companionship she also desired. She had been alone for the bulk of her trip out of the mountains of her home and to this very field, onto new beginnings. This man was not her first choice in good company.
Turning around, Treasa began to leave, though she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand. The runes on the blade of her sword gently glowed. "Now, if you will leave me, I have exactly that to do, stranger."
There was something incredibly wrong with the man. He was touched in the head, and though he tried to convince her otherwise, Treasa didn't believe a word he said about not being a murderer. That many people would surrender something that dear for something trivial. If so, he sought cowards, one of which the mountain woman was not.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Nov 22, 2017 10:45:34 GMT -8
Treasa would be able to walk away, and wouldn't hear any signs of the salesman following her. Whenever she glanced back, she'd still see the man standing there, a blank grin on his mask as he stared at her. However, as she strolled through the flower field, she'd come across a particularly thick patch of flowers. As she passed, the salesman would sit up out of the flowers, where he'd been completely concealed lying flat on his back.
"Why, Treasa dear. Where on earth are you going? Don't you want adventure? Glory? To see the world? There's loads of that right here, haven't you been noticing? Open your eyes, Treasa dear. Adventure is here. Maybe not now, but it's definitely right here if you look."
Once more, Treasa would hear the clash of steel and the screams of a raging battle behind her.
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Treasa
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 26
Physical Description: Treasa is an intimidating woman with Amazonian proportions, standing at 6'6" in all and laden with muscle. Though in some ways Treasa is feminine, the thickness and roughness of her physique occasionally give way to mislead assumptions.
Atop her head is a dark rats nest of coarse, thick hair that sweeps her shoulders. Upon her tanned, leathery skin decorate a plethora of scars, some deep, most light. Despite all her flaws, the woman is rarely found without a smile on her face.
Clothes and Equipment: Atop a layer of various cloth is a set of armor that Treasa is never seen without. It is mismatched, some of it worn, some of it new, some made expensively and most of it cheap. One would not be wrong to assume the woman a scavenger.
She does have one item that started her on her journey as a traveler, and that is the large, claymore-like sword she hefts with little trouble. It has runes carved up and down the blade, allowing the woman to conjure explosive magic as she fights.
Player's online availability : On during most evenings
Registered: Nov 13, 2017 13:54:32 GMT -8
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Post by Treasa on Nov 22, 2017 14:22:45 GMT -8
The expression that fixed itself across Treasa's face was something between frustration and unease. Her lips slipped between her teeth and her brows knitted so deeply they placed a shadow over her eyes.
"I do not appreciate your particular nonsense. I have discovered and experienced this field and decided that I do not much care for it. I am moving on," she announced more forcefully than before. She did not try to leave again, however. No, this time she stuck the end of the sword in the ground, igniting the runes further. The earth around them began to rumble. "I am tired of this nonsense. These games are not fun."
The earth steamed as she spoke, the area heating up considerably. "You will stop bothering me."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Nov 22, 2017 15:49:38 GMT -8
The masked man tilted his head to one side, looking for all the world like a particularly curious pigeon. He didn't seem particularly perturbed by the shaking, and remained seated on the ground.
"Why, why didn't you say so earlier? I never wanted to bother anyone, Treasa dear. I don't mean to be rude, not at all. I'll leave you alone, now. Good luck, and remember...if you ever need any body parts, please come find me. My prices are reasonable, and my products are mostly pretty fresh. I'll be going now."
He laid back down, quickly vanishing into the flowers. Meanwhile, the sounds of battle became louder behind Treasa. Shouts of "For the king!" and "They're in retreat!" rang out. If she turned, she'd see a group of battle-worn soldiers fleeing towards her, dragging casualties and clutching tattered flags and banners.
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Treasa
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 26
Physical Description: Treasa is an intimidating woman with Amazonian proportions, standing at 6'6" in all and laden with muscle. Though in some ways Treasa is feminine, the thickness and roughness of her physique occasionally give way to mislead assumptions.
Atop her head is a dark rats nest of coarse, thick hair that sweeps her shoulders. Upon her tanned, leathery skin decorate a plethora of scars, some deep, most light. Despite all her flaws, the woman is rarely found without a smile on her face.
Clothes and Equipment: Atop a layer of various cloth is a set of armor that Treasa is never seen without. It is mismatched, some of it worn, some of it new, some made expensively and most of it cheap. One would not be wrong to assume the woman a scavenger.
She does have one item that started her on her journey as a traveler, and that is the large, claymore-like sword she hefts with little trouble. It has runes carved up and down the blade, allowing the woman to conjure explosive magic as she fights.
Player's online availability : On during most evenings
Registered: Nov 13, 2017 13:54:32 GMT -8
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Post by Treasa on Nov 22, 2017 16:22:43 GMT -8
The spot where the masked man vanished exploded into a geyser. Apparently, the warrior had a lot of steam she needed to let off. The noises behind her didn't help the matter, and the imaginary soldiers soon found themselves subject to a rage of fire and earth cracking beneath their feet, melting rocks and boiling anything in its path as Treasa struck the ground with the flat of her sword.
With a sneer, the barbarian marched off, flowers igniting as she dragged the blade alongside her.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Nov 22, 2017 16:33:32 GMT -8
The flowers burned, turning black and withering under her blade. As they burned, a thick black smoke rose from them, drifting up and gathering into a heavy cloud that hovered overhead, blocking out the sun. The cloud drifted over Treasa, and she'd soon feel something falling onto her. It wasn't rain, that was for sure. Hail, perhaps? If she looked closely, she'd soon realize that it wasn't hail at all. Someone of her background would recognize the little off-white chips easily: bone fragments. Falling from the sky, from the cloud of smoke from the burned flowers, were tiny pieces of shattered bones. However, they weren't so tiny any more. When it started, they were pea-sized, but now they started to be closer in size to pebbles. Clearly, the hailstorm was getting bigger.
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Treasa
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 26
Physical Description: Treasa is an intimidating woman with Amazonian proportions, standing at 6'6" in all and laden with muscle. Though in some ways Treasa is feminine, the thickness and roughness of her physique occasionally give way to mislead assumptions.
Atop her head is a dark rats nest of coarse, thick hair that sweeps her shoulders. Upon her tanned, leathery skin decorate a plethora of scars, some deep, most light. Despite all her flaws, the woman is rarely found without a smile on her face.
Clothes and Equipment: Atop a layer of various cloth is a set of armor that Treasa is never seen without. It is mismatched, some of it worn, some of it new, some made expensively and most of it cheap. One would not be wrong to assume the woman a scavenger.
She does have one item that started her on her journey as a traveler, and that is the large, claymore-like sword she hefts with little trouble. It has runes carved up and down the blade, allowing the woman to conjure explosive magic as she fights.
Player's online availability : On during most evenings
Registered: Nov 13, 2017 13:54:32 GMT -8
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Post by Treasa on Nov 29, 2017 15:48:36 GMT -8
Treasa gazed at the sky for a few long moments until it came to her the reality of the hailstorm. She held out her hand, watching as it fell onto her palm. Her teeth grit.
"Fuck."
She swung the sword over her shoulder, keeping the runes alight, albeit from a burning red to a cool blue. She put it over her head as a shield as she attempted to exit the field.
"Gods have already damned this place... but damn it again!"
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Nov 30, 2017 22:00:03 GMT -8
The rattle of falling bones became louder and heavier as they got bigger, but Treasa would manage to protect herself from the macabre shower. As she fled the field, the bones would gradually let off...but she would be overcome with an unsettling sense of uncleanliness, as though some sort of residue of decaying bones had stuck to her shield and skin. Still, it was better than being rained on, wasn't it? As she left the field, she would hear an all-too-familiar voice in her ear, muffled behind a mask:
"My my, that was unpleasant. Now I see why people don't have picnics there."
When she turned, the eyeball seller was nowhere to be seen.
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