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Post by Travelling Merchants on Nov 16, 2017 21:14:45 GMT -8
 This small trading camp is in the neutral territories, in a location central enough that no major nation is too far. It has a primitive palisade wall around it, and several tents, carriages and wagons are set up around an old well and a stone tower that was long abandoned. The camp occupied by strange guards and merchants from what must seem like a world away; all foreign looking, with foreign clothes and foreign accents. Yet it is here that certain people come to trade for a material new to the Overworld known as Kordanite, but the source is far more secretive than a camp not-so-hidden in the woods. Indeed, even the merchants there seem blissfully unaware of its origins; but they'll happily take your coin for some of it! |
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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 Nov 17, 2017 14:40:38 GMT -8
Two humans would slowly walk up to the camp, both approximately 6 feet in height but one of them had a blonde-haired fairy sitting on his head.
"Hope you don't mind, I need to do a quick trade for the heroes' guild." The man said as he turned to the woman he's with. His soft face gave off a youthful appearance but his stature and physique suggested he was extremely athletic. On his back was a scythe with an amber-colored blade and a long sword on his left hip. He approached the camp and waved to the guards as he attempted to pass through.
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Post by Travelling Merchants on Nov 18, 2017 17:00:35 GMT -8
The foreign guards at the gate would halt Riley before he could enter, though it was a rather casual stop. "Don't be in such a hurry, friend," the foreign guard told them. "What is it you are interested in? Would you like to meet with our leader, or are you here for something else? I was not told to expect anyone and don't wish to just let you walk in without so much as stopping to ask why, yes?"
The foreigner relaxed though, clearly not wanting to stop them by holding spears across the entrance like some sort of royal guard in a palace.
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Aia Heijra
Dedicated
Valkyrie of Isra
Roleplay posts: 109 
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and athletically built woman, although she appears quite slim. She has long, curly white hair, bright blue eyes, pretty face, and clear complexion.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aia's Ki'gar hangs around her neck like a cape, though only reaches down to her mid-back. It is a darker shade of orange, with black trimming, a black boar's head, and the name 'Heijra' underneath. The Heijra clan is known as the Black Boar clan.
Aia likes to wear fur around her shoulders, which is customary in her homeland. When in battle she prefers to wear little to no armor, and when does it is generally light.
Aia wields an ancestral blade from Asgeir, passed down in the Heijra Clan for many generations. The runic inscriptions allow her to create, control, and use fire magic, drawing upon a source the Varan call "the power of the Old Gods".
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Post by Aia Heijra on Nov 19, 2017 15:34:27 GMT -8
Aia Heijra had accompanied Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake to the Small Merchant Camp. She had spent enough time in Isra and now wanted to explore the world. Aia wore clothes native to her homeland: Asgeir. One look at her and any traveler would know she was of northern stock. She carried a round shield and her familty's ancestral sword, which was covered with runes. Around her neck hung her Ki'gar, a scarf-like piece of apparel; the Heijra clan's black boar head was laid against an orange field. "It is no problem," she would answer Riley. "Perhaps I shall acquire something myself." Upon hearing the foreign guard speak Aia would say "I would not mind taking a look at your weapons and crafting materials - as soon as I stock up on necessities, that is." |
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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 Nov 19, 2017 20:24:43 GMT -8
"Hello there!" Riley would say in a cheerful tone to the guards. "If possible I'd like to speak to your leader on behalf of the heroes' guild. I wish to speak to them about trading for kordanite. In the meantime, my friends here would like to browse your other ware. Would that be alright?"
As Riley spoke, Cheesecake moved from Riley's head to Aia's shoulder, waving to her as she jumped.
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Post by Travelling Merchants on Nov 20, 2017 18:13:22 GMT -8
Upon listening to Aia and Riley's words, the two guards at the entrance to the camp turned to look at each other and shared some sort of joke in their native tongue that ended in a hearty laugh from both of us. One of them turned back to them with a nod and said, "I see the word is spreading. They now come for kordanite from all over the place, even a Heroes' Guild!"
The guard looked behind them, then said something quick and quiet to his companion. "Okay, okay," he told the adventurers. "Follow me, I will take you to our leader. We don't keep stalls open like a market, but he will tell you what we have to trade."
Turning, he led them into the camp and towards one of the larger tents by the run-down tower. "We have many things to sell from the desert, yes. Do you know of it? Many ancient kingdoms and weapons restored by our weaponsmiths, and fine jewellery that would make any maiden swoon! Even a king would like the gems we have found. Hehe!" The guard said, continuing like this until they reached the open tent.
"Captain, there are visitors here who wish to discuss trade," he said once he reached it. Within, a man who dressed quite like the guards but also wore a fine cloak and amulet turned to face them. His skin was a little dark, and though he seemed to shave regularly it had been a few days since he had last done so according to his stubble.
"Come in, come in," the captain said, waving the guard away back to his post. "You're here for kordanite then, I take it?"
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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 Nov 21, 2017 9:12:02 GMT -8
Riley nodded as he held out his hand to shake. "Yes, sir, Lieutenant Riley Fletcher of the heroes' guild. We heard you have some sort of strong ore that can be turned into even stronger weapons and armor and I have come to negotiate with you on purchase and delivery to the guild headquarters."
He sat down in the chair in front of the captain's desk.
"So what are you looking for price-wise for this?"
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Post by Travelling Merchants on Nov 21, 2017 13:38:48 GMT -8
The captain rubbed his chin a little in thought, then opened up a scroll on a crude wooden table with writing on it that looked to be a strange and yet highly intriguing mix of a foreign alphabet and ancient desert hieroglyphics. "I see, I see," he began as he looked over his parchment.
"For forging or consumption? Do you wish for raw ore, processed ore or would you perhaps even be interested in weapons and armour pre-forged from kordanite? And how much would you be interested in?"
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Aia Heijra
Dedicated
Valkyrie of Isra
Roleplay posts: 109
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and athletically built woman, although she appears quite slim. She has long, curly white hair, bright blue eyes, pretty face, and clear complexion.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aia's Ki'gar hangs around her neck like a cape, though only reaches down to her mid-back. It is a darker shade of orange, with black trimming, a black boar's head, and the name 'Heijra' underneath. The Heijra clan is known as the Black Boar clan.
Aia likes to wear fur around her shoulders, which is customary in her homeland. When in battle she prefers to wear little to no armor, and when does it is generally light.
Aia wields an ancestral blade from Asgeir, passed down in the Heijra Clan for many generations. The runic inscriptions allow her to create, control, and use fire magic, drawing upon a source the Varan call "the power of the Old Gods".
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Registered: Aug 15, 2015 5:18:42 GMT -8
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Post by Aia Heijra on Nov 21, 2017 13:42:48 GMT -8
Aia listened to the exquisite foreigners, taking a profound interest in them. She considered the potential to travel with them and perhaps fight alongside them. As they neared the ruined tower the Varan shieldmaiden wondered about its past; it reminded her of home: plenty of ruined, abandoned fortifications could be found all across those snowy wastes of Asgeir.
Ultimately they came to the tent and Riley went about his business, seeking to acquire kordanite for the Heroes' Guild - to which Aia noted. Perhaps she could join this guild - she would only need to ask Riley later. For now she wanted to acquire her own kordanite.
"I'm interested in this... kordanite," she pronounced. "But perhaps you can show me a finished product... a sword, axe, or shield perhaps made of this kordanite. What kind of advantages does it hold over steel? What's the comparison in terms of weight?" It may have sounded like Aia was trying to undermine the value of the kordanite - but she was not. She was genuinely curious.
"Perhaps," she continued, shrugging, "I would be willing to purchase a weapon, a shield, and some armor. Not to mention... maybe my Varan brothers and sisters back in Isra would like to get their hands on this... kordanite as well. My kinsmen are fine craftsmen."
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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 Nov 21, 2017 14:36:36 GMT -8
As Riley was about to answer, Aia spoke up with her own response. He turned to her before turning back tot he captain for his answer, remaining silent as she spoke. Cheesecake jumped from her head to Riley's where she flopped forward and sighed.
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Martallia (Deceased)
Established
Currently dead, please check in in 200 years.
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: ???
Physical Description: A fey, three inches tall with four bee-like wings on her back. Hair is short and mostly bobbed with a controlled messiness with the style that implies she tries to feign not caring about how it looks. Her eyes are solid black, unnerving in their lack of sheen, giving an insect appearance.
Clothes and Equipment: Exclusively dressed in greens, browns, yellows and blacks. Wields a small spear about the length of a pencil.
Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 21, 2017 14:02:52 GMT -8
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Post by Martallia (Deceased) on Nov 21, 2017 14:53:15 GMT -8
Softly, at first, a small hum of insect's wings permeated the serene silence of the forest. Twisting and dancing through the air, a tiny humanoid looked as if she were tossed upon invisible waters. The expression on her little cherubic face, however, was one of determination and, despite herself, excitement. She had finally made it all the way to the 'mysterious' camp! She had heard of something strange here, something she felt in her heart of hearts was unnatural. @kordanite was surely a force of evil! Of course, her grounds for such an assumption were weak. She had only seen it used once in battle, a human who wanted desperately to end his battle quickly fed it to his horse, giving the beast an extraordinary speed she had never before witnessed. It had crashed through the defenses, allowing the warrior to easily drive his spear into the heart of their attackers.
At first she was amazed. How could such a small thing grant a horse such strength? It wasn't until after the observed battle that she saw the evils of it. The beast was driven mad, kicking and biting as soon as the strange substance wore off. Then, the humans simply dispatched it, claiming that it was a shame! A shame they say! Well they'd see. It would be a "shame" when she destroyed this material all on her own! Buzzing over the wooden palisade without difficulty, glancing around as if the material would simply be heaped in a pile.
/I'm interested in this... kordanite,/ a giant of a woman declared within earshot, and the fey closed the distance, attempting to remain unseen as her black eyes narrowed suspiciously, peeking around a tent only a few feet from the interaction.
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Post by Travelling Merchants on Nov 21, 2017 18:11:27 GMT -8
The captain gave a chuckle at Aia Heijra 's apparent enthusiasm and as she spoke, he turned to a small chest at the back of the tent and unlocked it with a key. He pushed open the lid, then from inside withdrew a small blade that was longer than a dagger but not quite as long as a short sword. It was a beautiful blade; slim and incredibly sharp-looking, with a slight curved edge and a metal with so many shades of blue that it looked positively magical.  He took it back to the table where his guests were, but kept a close hold of the blade so that they couldn't just take it and run. "It's sharper than steel, harder than steel and a little lighter. As far as we know it is nigh indestructible and just working with the ore requires a forge hotter than a fire dragon's breath! But the best thing about it.. Is that kordanite has magical properties we don't yet understand. Magical enchantments are stronger when placed on kordanite... And whatever magic is already there seems to dampen the effects of outside spells that make contact. I've seen a chestpiece made out of kordanite take a fireball and as it was described to me, rather than cooking whatever was inside or melting the armour like you might find with iron, the kordanite absorbed half the magic and greatly lessened the damage taken."
He very carefully ran the tip of his thumb along the blade edge and grinned. "As you can expect, it's very expensive." |
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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 Nov 21, 2017 19:03:23 GMT -8
"How does it react to anti-magic areas? And if we needed people to forge the metals would we need to hire your men to do it or would you provide the temperatures and recipes for a fee?"
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Aia Heijra
Dedicated
Valkyrie of Isra
Roleplay posts: 109
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and athletically built woman, although she appears quite slim. She has long, curly white hair, bright blue eyes, pretty face, and clear complexion.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aia's Ki'gar hangs around her neck like a cape, though only reaches down to her mid-back. It is a darker shade of orange, with black trimming, a black boar's head, and the name 'Heijra' underneath. The Heijra clan is known as the Black Boar clan.
Aia likes to wear fur around her shoulders, which is customary in her homeland. When in battle she prefers to wear little to no armor, and when does it is generally light.
Aia wields an ancestral blade from Asgeir, passed down in the Heijra Clan for many generations. The runic inscriptions allow her to create, control, and use fire magic, drawing upon a source the Varan call "the power of the Old Gods".
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Registered: Aug 15, 2015 5:18:42 GMT -8
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Post by Aia Heijra on Nov 22, 2017 13:39:30 GMT -8
The kordanite blade presented to the duo was indeed a work of art, but Aia found the design overdone. She, like many Varan, desired a more simple or practical design. Perhaps she could fashion a sword of her own design with the kordanite, or hire these merchants to do it for her. She was noticeably intrigued at the resistance to magic. Of course, Varan were naturally resistent to magic anyway, but a little more protection wouldn't hurt. This was what sold the shieldmaiden. She would not leave this camp without a kordanite weapon, some kordanite ore, or at least without an order for such things.
She would await to hear the merchants' reply to Riley's questions; they were all valid inquiries.
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Martallia (Deceased)
Established
Currently dead, please check in in 200 years.
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: ???
Physical Description: A fey, three inches tall with four bee-like wings on her back. Hair is short and mostly bobbed with a controlled messiness with the style that implies she tries to feign not caring about how it looks. Her eyes are solid black, unnerving in their lack of sheen, giving an insect appearance.
Clothes and Equipment: Exclusively dressed in greens, browns, yellows and blacks. Wields a small spear about the length of a pencil.
Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 21, 2017 14:02:52 GMT -8
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Post by Martallia (Deceased) on Nov 22, 2017 15:39:53 GMT -8
Upon the revelation of the blade, sparkling blue as it was, Martallia's little black eyes grew with wonder. How could this be what she had seen before? What she'd seen before had been a powder, without a doubt, but this was a sword, no two ways about it. What he said next, however, frightened her. It could absorb magic? Was such a thing even possible outside of the occasional spell or beast? Such a thing was a natural worry for one such as her, it was surely unnatural! With a flutter she left her place of hiding, making herself known to the humans, (If she put up enough of a fuss for them to notice, anyways.)
"Evil!" she exclaimed, in a voice not much louder than a cat's meow, but just a grating when you were trying to ignore it. "These blades are evil! It's unnatural!" her hollering hardly offered substantial proof or adequate reason to acquiesce to her demands, but it was very much known now. At least, she hoped it was.
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Post by Travelling Merchants on Nov 23, 2017 13:02:11 GMT -8
The captain twirled the blade slightly as he answered @rileyandcheescake's questions. "A sword in an anti-magic field is still a sword, no?" He replied, quickly moving on to the next question. "There is no 'recipe' to be bought and we cannot provide craftsmen to do forge it for you. If you wish for ore, then you buy ore. If you wish for powder, then you buy powder. If you wish for armaments, then you buy armaments." At this point the strange little creature Martallia (Deceased) flew in and began ranting, so the Captain took a step back, unsure of what to make of it. When finally he came to his senses, he seemed quite cross at her and said, "they are not evil! No more evil than any other sword!" He wanted to ask her how she got past the guards, but it was quite obvious, and it was clear there would be no way to force her to leave without a mage. "You're trespassing!" |
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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 Nov 23, 2017 18:57:38 GMT -8
Riley turned around to look at the bee sprite that entered the tent not with panic but a raised eyebrow and curiosity. "What's a fairy doing in here?" He asked himself. From his head Cheesecake would point to her with joyful eyes. "Oh! Oh, you think she'll want to be a friend?!" She chirped in a language only Martallia (Deceased) would understand. Riley shook his head. "No, she seems fairly angry over something...." Riley turned to the captain and raised his hand. "Calm down, it's just a fairy. Sometimes they're attracted to large sources of magic. If she tries anything she's going to have to face a room of three fully armed, trained fighters and another fey with untapped magical powers. I would suggest we simply listen before acting, perhaps she has something to say?" Riley turned back to the new fairy. "Ma'am, could you explain what you mean?" He asked as if speaking to another human, "You say these weapons are....evil?" |
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Aia Heijra
Dedicated
Valkyrie of Isra
Roleplay posts: 109
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and athletically built woman, although she appears quite slim. She has long, curly white hair, bright blue eyes, pretty face, and clear complexion.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aia's Ki'gar hangs around her neck like a cape, though only reaches down to her mid-back. It is a darker shade of orange, with black trimming, a black boar's head, and the name 'Heijra' underneath. The Heijra clan is known as the Black Boar clan.
Aia likes to wear fur around her shoulders, which is customary in her homeland. When in battle she prefers to wear little to no armor, and when does it is generally light.
Aia wields an ancestral blade from Asgeir, passed down in the Heijra Clan for many generations. The runic inscriptions allow her to create, control, and use fire magic, drawing upon a source the Varan call "the power of the Old Gods".
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Registered: Aug 15, 2015 5:18:42 GMT -8
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Post by Aia Heijra on Nov 24, 2017 5:04:02 GMT -8
Aia was also intrigued by what Martallia (Deceased) might have to say and patiently awaited her reply. "A sword is only as evil as the wielder, no?" Aia would turn to look back at the merchant: "Give me enough ore for a sword." She drew her longsword so the merchant could see it. "Enough to craft a replica of this, my ancestral blade." Her weapon was covered in various runes and other markings, clearly old. If anyone inside was magically attuned they would sense a slight hum within, though Aia was blissfully unaware. "I'll have my Varan smiths back in Isra forge it for me." |
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Martallia (Deceased)
Established
Currently dead, please check in in 200 years.
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: ???
Physical Description: A fey, three inches tall with four bee-like wings on her back. Hair is short and mostly bobbed with a controlled messiness with the style that implies she tries to feign not caring about how it looks. Her eyes are solid black, unnerving in their lack of sheen, giving an insect appearance.
Clothes and Equipment: Exclusively dressed in greens, browns, yellows and blacks. Wields a small spear about the length of a pencil.
Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 21, 2017 14:02:52 GMT -8
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Post by Martallia (Deceased) on Nov 24, 2017 13:11:49 GMT -8
When all four of the people within turned their attention to her, the little fey's confidence began to wane. It seemed they didn't believe her, although at least the man and the other fairy seemed willing. Holding her little spear closer to her body she tried to regain her composure until the woman spoke up. "Th-that's not true! I've seen what this material has wrought! It changes you! Makes you a monster if you eat it, I've seen!" she protested. She wasn't certain how much this would sway the others, but the man with the scythe was right about one thing: She wouldn't stand a chance against all these people. Not that she had considered fighting much of an option to begin with.
"If the powder can claim your mind, then I would not see what else it could do in the hands of man!"
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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 Nov 24, 2017 13:22:57 GMT -8
"Eating....rocks. No offense, ma'am, but if the person was eating rocks to begin with they had already gone mad. Though, I am curious if these have some sort of strange aura about them...Cheese, can you check if they detect as malicious in nature?" Riley said. The fairy on his head chirped and stood up. "You got it!" She replied in Sylvan as she spun around and focused on the ore. [ Travelling Merchants I'll assume you never played pathfinder, but it's basically Detect Evil in an area. If the ore's evil she'd sense it and how strong it would be. If it's not evil she wouldn't sense anything.] "By the way, I'm called Cheesecake!" Cheesecake would continue to Martallia (Deceased) , "What's your name?! Are you from here? You're so tiny, I'm not used to being bigger than someone! What kind of fairy are you? I love your wings and that spear, they're so cool!" As Cheesecake tried to make small talk, Riley silently held out his hand with open palms for Martallia to land on. He seemed inviting and it was obvious from how the other fairy acted that he meant no harm. To him, he was simply offering her a place to rest her wings. |
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