Tsali Kaue
Established
May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Dec 11, 2017 8:03:08 GMT -8
Before the lord could answer my question vex had already returned with the new guest, his voice announcing a mercenary as he swung open the door. I stepped aside as baxter excitedly greeted the new person, a clear tone of glee. His tone however noticeably dimmed down when she walked in. My gaze turning to him with a quick frown as i could have guessed the reasoning for his sudden drop of enthusiasm before turning to the new guest. A towering woman that looked liked this wasn't her first quest by long shot.it seemed like she was hit pretty hard too by the pouring rain fall as she was wearing the same attire i was wearing with the only notable difference being that she took her blade with her, I simply greeted her with a short welcome and a bow before the lord quickly started to talk again.
His next comment also did not seem very promising on his expectations yet i let it slide. Ancient magics however, that seemed more like it, maybe i had finally found someone that could help me understand my connection to the wind. It was a different field of magic study yet it couldn't hurt to ask him later i thought. A soft smile appeared on my lips as this info sinked in. The explanation followed with his exciting tone, Lortham still sounding vaguely familiar but its legend was new to me, Something powerful must have done it be it human or not teleporting an entire fort was no easy task. His pride for his ranger also not going amiss. I however was looking forward to this journey, Hoping i could get more out of this than just a place to rest and maybe some coin. i raised my arm after he was done talking "Are you a magic user yourself" i asked without permission before it dawned on me that he maybe was expecting a more energy filled response than this.
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Hilde
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hilde is slightly taller than average, standing at 5'7'', and cuts a peculiar figure. Toned, but all muscle on bones, with very, very little in the way of fat, giving her a vaguely sickly appearance. Covering her right arm, right shoulder, down to the top right of the back and to her chest, a magnificent arabesque of tattoos, in vibrant oranges and blues, covering every inch of flesh. Her left arm, instead, along with a good part of her left side, is severely burned, an old wound that has long since closed, leaving horrific scars in its wake.
Both her arms are always kept bandaged, hidden from sight, as though she were ashamed of them. She has several minor scars, including a rather visible one that runs up the side of her neck and under the chin. Her nose has been broken and then set at least a few times, and her left eyelid droops ever-so-slightly, memory of a strike that broke her supraorbital ridge.
Her eyes are a dull blue, that murks up in daylight, but they always appear sharp and attentive. Hilde's hair is ash-blonde, hacked short, unkempt and often dirty. What little bust she has she keeps bandaged tight, so that it does not interfere with her archery. Very little, if anything at all, is particularly feminine about Hilde.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hilde wears a padded, short-sleeved gambeson beneath a battered steel cuirass. Rough cloth trousers and knee-length reinforced leather boots protect her legs, and a single elbow-length glove covers her left hand and forearm, protecting it from the bowstring. She sometimes wears a simple fur cloak, when it's coldest.
Her weapon of choice is a titanic five-foot-nine warbow, cast in steel and reinforced with twin strips of metal. It is a weapon that is simply impossible to draw for anything approaching a regular human, that launches arrows the size of ballista bolts. This weapon she can only wield in virtue of her enhanced strength, and even then, it is no easy task. She also carries a hunting knife, for, well, hunting purposes.
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Player's online availability : I'm available most days of the week. My timezone is Central European Time, or Greenwich+1.
Registered: Dec 7, 2017 0:06:01 GMT -8
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Post by Hilde on Dec 11, 2017 8:50:09 GMT -8
Hilde followed in stride -it was why she was here, after all. The 'Lord Francoeur' did not seem like much, but she could see now that he probably actually had access to coin deserving of such a mission. The longer he spoke of it, however, the more she grew annoyed. Not that she let it show, remaining impassible through the briefing. She didn't actually care about the specifics, considering it was clear that nothing of actual import had been discovered. She couldn't care less about any magic fort, and since Vex hadn't mentioned what lurked within, she had no use for this explanation. She wasn't a scholar, not by a long shot. She was there to scour the place of anything living -and possibly dead, though she hoped that wasn't the case. She might prepare some specialty arrows on the way, just in case.
Then, the discussion turned to magic, teleportation and all that fucking witchery. And Hilde's expression turned sour. She was about to voice her complaints, when the little girl -well, short, at any rate- interrupted her, and asked the very same question she was about to. Though, perhaps, her wording would have been less polite. "Good question. Are ya?" growled the archer, almost confrontational, and clearly ready to leave at a moment's notice. "I don't do jobs for wizards, ya hear?"
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City of Whispers
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Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Dec 11, 2017 11:27:12 GMT -8
When Tsali spoke up, the young Lord gave her a smile, about to answer before Hilde interrupted harshly. His smile faded, and he put his hands on his hips. "I am not. I have no magical affinity myself, nor have I tried to acquire any. No, my interests are purely academic. Wizards tend to bum about, casting spells and altering the fabric of reality without a thought to the consequences. What I'm doing, is discovering how that magic is affecting the world around us. However, I'm not so foolish as to dismiss the use of magical items as they make things quite convenient."
Glancing between them, his enthusiasm seemed to have dimmed somewhat between their lack of excitement at his announcement and Hilde's rather aggressive nature. Glancing past them for a moment he caught sight of his ranger, shaking his head almost imperceptibly . Nodding just as slightly, the ranger tucked his dagger quietly back into his belt listening attentively as if nothing had happened.
"Now, perhaps I should discuss your rewards? You will, of course, receive a choice." heading around his desk he pulled the drawers open, pulling out two wrapped bundles. Picking one up he unwrapped it, and as the cloth fell away the room was filled with a strange, dappled blue glow. What he held was a curious, glistening blade, seemingly made from crystal.
"This blade is made from Kordanite. Sharper than steel and supposedly indestructible, not to mention resistant to magic." he explained, holding it by the tip and handle gently so they could see the crystalline blade in its full glory. "If you had the skill to use it, it would prove a useful tool for any daring adventurer." Sheathing it in a surprisingly unadorned scabbard clearly made for it. "Frankly I've no more use for it, and Vex prefers different weapons. It isn't exactly ornamented since I only required it for my studies, but it's still a valuable weapon." setting it aside he picked up the second wrapped item, unwrapping it and setting it on the table between them. Within was a strange, interlocked length of silver plates that ended at a point. "This, is a particularly potent item." he informed them. Picking it up, he pressed the flat base at the nape of his neck and, unexpectedly, the other plate snapped forward like a serpent, hugging the curve of the back of his head and eventually the pointed end rest gently against his forehead. It was certainly a bizarre looking device, but he seemed unharmed.
"The power of this little trinket is twofold: It allows you to see in the dark, and-" he motioned to Vex to approached, and the ranger, still as unimpressed with the whole situation as ever, wheeled a cart set with a glass tank of water past the two women. When he'd gone and gotten it was impossible to say, but when he had it pulled up next to the young lord Baxter, with a flourish of his hands, dunked his head straight into the water. Then, turning to look at the girls even from his awkward, position, grinned. "And this is my second reward. You can see in the darkest night and breath beneath the water!" he told them. Straightening up, his head came above water, providing another unusual attribute: He was completely dry! "At the very least you can use it to avoid the ill effects of rain!"
Placing a finger to the base of his skull where the item was latched onto it fell limp, allowing him to strip it off and set it on the desk once more. "Now, if nothing else, you could always sell these items. I'm sure the amount you could net for either would be plenty for the quest."
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Tsali Kaue
Established
May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Dec 11, 2017 12:09:50 GMT -8
Tsali seemed disappointed after the reply of baxter, Yet she noticed the tension in the winds caused by the outburst of the woman next to me, With her tone and stance however i started hoping the lord had simply denied these claims because of the new guest that seemed to have strong opinions of magic to say the least. I simply followed the lord to the desk placed at the far side of the room. Leaving a good step between the woman and me. Without the need to i'd prefer not to stay to close to her, I might not be a mage, Far from in fact. the only thing Magical about me was that i could jump quite high and run a bit faster but that's hardly a ability to write home about is it. After baxter finished his story I inspected both items deeply, The crystal blade sparkling off of what little candle light there was. They seemed valuable but not to me however, I didn't need them nor did i feel for them. "I'm sorry" i said as i looked down at the items. "But a bed and a few small coins shall be enough for me" i said, Turning my eye to some of the books on the wall, Thinking to myself for a moment before talking again "Could i talk to you later in private" I asked the lord, My gaze however still looking at the books placed carefully in rows to the wall.
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Hilde
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hilde is slightly taller than average, standing at 5'7'', and cuts a peculiar figure. Toned, but all muscle on bones, with very, very little in the way of fat, giving her a vaguely sickly appearance. Covering her right arm, right shoulder, down to the top right of the back and to her chest, a magnificent arabesque of tattoos, in vibrant oranges and blues, covering every inch of flesh. Her left arm, instead, along with a good part of her left side, is severely burned, an old wound that has long since closed, leaving horrific scars in its wake.
Both her arms are always kept bandaged, hidden from sight, as though she were ashamed of them. She has several minor scars, including a rather visible one that runs up the side of her neck and under the chin. Her nose has been broken and then set at least a few times, and her left eyelid droops ever-so-slightly, memory of a strike that broke her supraorbital ridge.
Her eyes are a dull blue, that murks up in daylight, but they always appear sharp and attentive. Hilde's hair is ash-blonde, hacked short, unkempt and often dirty. What little bust she has she keeps bandaged tight, so that it does not interfere with her archery. Very little, if anything at all, is particularly feminine about Hilde.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hilde wears a padded, short-sleeved gambeson beneath a battered steel cuirass. Rough cloth trousers and knee-length reinforced leather boots protect her legs, and a single elbow-length glove covers her left hand and forearm, protecting it from the bowstring. She sometimes wears a simple fur cloak, when it's coldest.
Her weapon of choice is a titanic five-foot-nine warbow, cast in steel and reinforced with twin strips of metal. It is a weapon that is simply impossible to draw for anything approaching a regular human, that launches arrows the size of ballista bolts. This weapon she can only wield in virtue of her enhanced strength, and even then, it is no easy task. She also carries a hunting knife, for, well, hunting purposes.
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Player's online availability : I'm available most days of the week. My timezone is Central European Time, or Greenwich+1.
Registered: Dec 7, 2017 0:06:01 GMT -8
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Post by Hilde on Dec 11, 2017 12:24:15 GMT -8
Hilde's stance relaxed itself considerably as the 'toff explained himself. A scholar, not a mage. That made all the difference in the world. She still found magic distasteful, but she could certainly tolerate someone who merely studied it, but could not harness it. How much harm could a simple scholar do? Not much, she reckoned. She could work for him, yes. The archer had been acutely aware of the ranger and his readied strike. Well, she did not know precisely what he would do, but she was threatening his lord. It only made sense that a bodyguard might wish to protect his charge.
As soon as the explanation was delivered, Hilde bowed her head and brought her right fist up to her chest. "Apologies, m'lord. I don't approve much of witchery," she explained. She didn't seem terribly sorry, but it was a matter of form, of deference. An employer had to trust an employee for a business relation to work. Apology delivered, now remained the issue of payment, of course, which the nobleman was addressing. The sword was stunningly beautiful, and, if he was to be believed, had magic-denying properties. That was a tool she might have a use for. Of course, it was a weapon she had no experience with. She could learn, of course.
The second tool was far more useful, and caused her far more conflict. On the one hand, it was a bewitched artifact. On the other, it would allow her to breathe underwater, be always dry, and see in the dark. An invaluable tool for an archer such as her. She watched as the shorter girl declined either prize, and requested simple coin and bedding. Hilde was tempted to do the same.
She supposed the night-sight trinket was more than useful, to her. Perhaps she could use it to kill a few mages, down the line, to make herself feel better about picking it. Or, as he'd said, she could sell it. "I'll take the trinket. Mighty useful, I reckon."
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City of Whispers
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Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Dec 11, 2017 13:14:19 GMT -8
When Tsali refused both of his gifts, Baxter couldn't hide his disappointment. Something lost when she asked if she could speak to him privately later. He smiled his best charming smile at her. "Of course, I'd be glad to speak to you later." he assured her. When Hilde spoke up for one of the artifacts, however, he nodded. "Yes, I can see how that would benefit any adventurer. You will receive the artifact upon completing your mission. Once I have teleported over, I will be happy to give it to you. As for you, however." he added, looking at Tsali once more.
"I have a reputation to uphold, and I'll not lose any future help because I gave someone who worked for me a pittance such as you're asking. I insist you take some coin at the very least." he told her firmly, not leaving room for debate. "Even if you decide to drop it in a ditch at once, it would do you a disservice not to pay you." Looking past them at Vex, he clapped twice.
"Surely the guest quarters will be suitable? A bit dusty, perhaps, but usable." Circling back around his desk he picked up both items, pulling open the drawer and placing them within. "Vex should be able to answer any further questions you have. If you'll excuse me." The ranger, nodding, opened the door, motioning for them to follow him. "I'll show you to your rooms." he offered. Heading down the hallways on the assumption they would follow him. Around them the heads of several creatures, magical and otherwise adorned the walls. Ancient weapons and gaudy decorations, caked with dust and negligence, barely visible on the dim light of the candle.
"These will be your rooms." Vex informed them, stopping at two nearby doors. Opening them each revealed them to be nearly identical in decor, minus one having a griffin head mounted on the wall and the other, some sort of disturbing, deep sea fish. The guest rooms were no exception to the dust, and both rooms smelled strongly of must that hung in the stale air. "Make yourself at home. Lord Baxter does not use the dining hall, so I will be bringing food to each of your rooms if you want anything." he explained.
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Tsali Kaue
Established
May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Dec 11, 2017 14:15:25 GMT -8
I didn't mean to disappoint bexter by refusing his gifts, I simply didn't need them. His smile however seemed reassuring, I was wrong however. Never have i seen anyone take his reputation so seriously, It was quite nice in theory yet i couldn't help but shuffle backwards from his reaction. "Do not worry" I replied with a smile, Hoping it would calm his nerves. "I have something far more valuable in mind" I said alluring to my request for a private conversation. "Knowledge" I smiled. "Thats would be great" I replied to his offer of a sleeping quarter, Thinking that i should watch my tongue around her however. As we passed the creatures again in the dusty almost dilapidated corridors of the mansion i started to speak as i directed my gaze from the walls to the ranger "Vex was it not?" I asked on our journey to the dorms, "Would you mind if i got my stuff into my room?" I asked, wondering if he would do it for me or if i had to bring them back myself. When we got to in the room however i thanked vex, Lightly but politely. The dust however was quite severe and i wondered if i could blow the dust away, My ability was weak if you were being generous but i suppose it couldn't hurt to try. I locked the door and placed myself i a meditation position on the bed, Dust falling from the mattress and squeaking bed frame as i did and started to meditate. A slow passive wind started to swirl around the room, Barely enough to blow a leaf away. Comfortable in the fact that she had some privacy she started to concentrate on her surroundings, The flow around her and creating a small tame gust wind that started to blow this dust away.
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Hilde
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hilde is slightly taller than average, standing at 5'7'', and cuts a peculiar figure. Toned, but all muscle on bones, with very, very little in the way of fat, giving her a vaguely sickly appearance. Covering her right arm, right shoulder, down to the top right of the back and to her chest, a magnificent arabesque of tattoos, in vibrant oranges and blues, covering every inch of flesh. Her left arm, instead, along with a good part of her left side, is severely burned, an old wound that has long since closed, leaving horrific scars in its wake.
Both her arms are always kept bandaged, hidden from sight, as though she were ashamed of them. She has several minor scars, including a rather visible one that runs up the side of her neck and under the chin. Her nose has been broken and then set at least a few times, and her left eyelid droops ever-so-slightly, memory of a strike that broke her supraorbital ridge.
Her eyes are a dull blue, that murks up in daylight, but they always appear sharp and attentive. Hilde's hair is ash-blonde, hacked short, unkempt and often dirty. What little bust she has she keeps bandaged tight, so that it does not interfere with her archery. Very little, if anything at all, is particularly feminine about Hilde.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hilde wears a padded, short-sleeved gambeson beneath a battered steel cuirass. Rough cloth trousers and knee-length reinforced leather boots protect her legs, and a single elbow-length glove covers her left hand and forearm, protecting it from the bowstring. She sometimes wears a simple fur cloak, when it's coldest.
Her weapon of choice is a titanic five-foot-nine warbow, cast in steel and reinforced with twin strips of metal. It is a weapon that is simply impossible to draw for anything approaching a regular human, that launches arrows the size of ballista bolts. This weapon she can only wield in virtue of her enhanced strength, and even then, it is no easy task. She also carries a hunting knife, for, well, hunting purposes.
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Player's online availability : I'm available most days of the week. My timezone is Central European Time, or Greenwich+1.
Registered: Dec 7, 2017 0:06:01 GMT -8
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Post by Hilde on Dec 16, 2017 6:20:54 GMT -8
The bandaged woman simply nodded at the Lord's words -she only expected advance payment from people she feared could not pay. There would be no issues with a 'toff, of course, so she did not bother. Ah, sleeping arrangements were being made? Then there was another room, was there? Good. Hopefully it would be at least a little better -not that it mattered, but she'd take what comfort she could find, of course. The ranger led them a ways away, and to the guest rooms. Along the way, Hilde considered her would-be companion. A slip of a girl who certainly didn't look like mercenary material. Who was she? A sneaky sort, perhaps? Trap-finder, lock-breaker? That could be, but somehow that didn't quite fit, either. She'd find out, probably.
The rooms were dusty from years of disuse, but very similar, except for the decor. They weren't as bad as the first room she'd been led to, but they were still rather... well, stale. She'd make her peace, of course. She always did. Vex explained the food situation -not that Hilde cared, she had her own rations- and seemed about to otherwise leave. " 'scuse me, ranger. There's the matter of my possessions. Ye can dry the clothes, but I'll handle the bow an' bolts, if ye don't mind carrying them over." Her bow was her livelihood. Perhaps more importantly, it was the only part of her possessions that she actually cared about. Everything else could be replaced, easily, but the bow was special, one of a kind. Even if it were rebuilt, it would never be quite the same. What was it, now? Nine years? Yes, nine years she'd had the thing.
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City of Whispers
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Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Dec 16, 2017 11:04:02 GMT -8
As the two women filed into their room, each with their own request, Vex bobbed his head in conformation, not bothering with bowing to their new guests. Scratching at his scraggly beard he turned, "I'll get both of your things." he assured them as he handed the candle he had been carrying to Hilde and lighting another disused candlestick in the hallway before giving it to Tsali so she, too, would have light. Leaving the two women to their devices he turned, walking away into the darkness of the manor. The downtime provided to both of them was surely welcome, as the hail came down outside and despite the shabby appearance of the manor there were no leaks or drafts. It might have been concerning as the alien fish rattled somewhat in Tsali's room, almost seeming to be ready to leap from the wall, but in the end it was only the breeze she had created.
Standing in the guest room, Vex had a hand on his chin, staring at the massive bow propped against the wall. Maybe if he...no, he couldn't carry it like that. Perhaps they had a cart...? It was about an hour before Hilde got a knock on her door. Or, more accurately, a struggling clatter and something heavy was roughly placed against the door frame. Then, a knock came on Tsali's door. "It's Vex." the man said through the door, although sounding strangely out-of-breath.
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Tsali Kaue
Established
May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Dec 16, 2017 14:22:51 GMT -8
The gust was starting to pick up pace as i sat still in my meditating position, A sweat droplet falling from my forehead as the dust particles begun to fuse themselves with the wind. a smoggy air now filled the room as i tried to sense for any cracks where i could send dust filled air. As i was unable to find an opening, likely because my ability to just wasn't there yet. I decided to send the wind to the back of the closet, Piling the layers of dust behind it as i begun to rest again, Letting myself backwards on the bed as my breath increased. i noticed how the sweat drops where falling from my face as i looked around the room. The room was much tidier now yet there was still a small presence of filth and dust that presumably fell out of my wind spiral or was never caught at all. I kept laying there to regain my strength from the strain it left on my energy. THe was a bigger strain than usual however. Probably because of the long day I thought to myself.
Time flew by as i noticed the knock on my door. It took me a second to carry myself off the bed again yet i made my way to the door. unlocking it and opening it for vex to enter. "Welcome, Enter as you'd like" I said to him before i quickly noticed his odd irregular breathing "Need a hand" i asked as i looked to him.
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City of Whispers
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Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Dec 16, 2017 14:47:31 GMT -8
Opening the door, Vex waved off her offer to help. "Not at all, I finished what I was doing otherwise." he told her, casting a momentary glare at the oversized bow. "Lord Baxter will see you now for your personal request." he informed her, motioning for her to follow him. Once she had left the room he glanced around it momentarily, taking note of its unusual cleanliness. Maybe they should have hired her as a maid rather than a mercenary... Taking her down the hallway, heled the way with his candles, glancing out the window as the storm began to at last let up though the rain still pattered at the windows. Wordlessly he stopped in front of Lord Baxter's door, rapping it with his knuckles three times. Then, despite no answer, he pushed it open, letting her head inside.
Within a few more candles were lit, providing much better illumination than their chat earlier. Strangely that wasn't the only thing different about the room. The floor, all the way to the desk was covered in rose petals, accompanied by a light dusting of them on the desks surface which the Lord Baxter currently sat. In either hand he held crystal glasses of wine. "You wanted to...talk?" he asked suggestively, clearly misinterpreting her intentions as he proffered one of the glasses.
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Tsali Kaue
Established
May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Dec 16, 2017 15:21:08 GMT -8
I stretched my head out the door to get a clearer view of what vex was glaring to, Seeing the humongous bow leaning against the door. "Is that.. The other woman's bow?" I questioned as i pointed towards it, Stepping out in the grand halls to get a better view of it. I pulled myself away from thought and wonder again as i heard vex approaching again, Following his back again to baxter's office. Yet i was beginning to think he didn't quite understand what i was talking about when i entered. i didn't move further than a step or two from the door as i saw the lord laying on his desk. "Ehh.." She sounded baffled, "I wanted to talk about my reward" I said hastily while taking a more alert stance, before turning to vex behind me who didn't seem to have a much better reaction. Wondering to myself if this was such a good idea after all.
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City of Whispers
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Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Dec 16, 2017 15:30:06 GMT -8
"Your- o-oh yes of course! Yes, your reward!" realizing her awkwardness and the slightly questioning tone of her voice, Lord Baxter hopped to his feet, stretching. "Y-yes, of course you- Oh this?" he asked without her prompting, motioning towards the rose pedals. "Ah, well, it was getting a bit musty in here, I thought I might, ah, freshen up the room a bit! Yes, it smells quite nice!" With a sweep of his arm he brushed the pedals away, making certain he got every one of them. Then, picking up the glasses he took a sip from each. "Oh, and I do love to...to enjoy both, uh, two glasses of wine while thinking. It really, ah, takes the edge off a hard day's work!"
Clearing his throat he took a seat behind his desk, cursing softly as he stood back up and removed a rose from his chair, thorns and all before casting it aside before taking a seat, cleaning his throat and clearly trying to regain control of the situation. "So, you came to discuss your reward?" he asked, seeming at least somewhat stable now as Vex shook his head in exasperation.
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Tsali Kaue
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May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Dec 16, 2017 15:45:55 GMT -8
"Yes, For my reward" She said cautiously as she did her best to ignore all that just happened. She moved a few steps closer to the desk. "And before i start can i assume that this will stay between us?" She said, The fact that the lord was most probably expecting more than a talk escaping her mind for a second. "No" She quickly added as she regretted her previous comment "I meant like, conversation" Hoping that that would clear the record again for a normal conversation. Turning to vex again hoping for some support of any kind as he seemed like the least insane human in this mansion at the moment.
i took a big breath before turning to the lord again and walking towards the desk "I'm looking for some books" she started, "Books about wind magic specifically" i said, Now leaning on the chair at my side of the desk. "Anything at all" Her expression had clearly changed in her last sentences, she was now far more serious in tone and posture.
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City of Whispers
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Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Dec 16, 2017 16:59:10 GMT -8
When Tsali turned to Vex he gave her a shrug. Apparently he hadn't been expecting this either, but thankfully he remained nearby. When Tsali began to speak of what she really was looking for though, Lord Baxter's smile faded, replaced with a business-like demeanor. She was speaking about magic? "So, you're a sorcerer then." he prompted, seeming somewhat displeased at the prospect. Glancing back at Vex the ranger did not give any clue as to having known himself. Even so, Baxter turned his attention back to Tsali.
"I do actually have a few things akin to what you're looking for. I tend to keep them in my private collections and...out of circulation. You are, however, doing me a service and that service should be rewarded. Let us make a deal: These books were difficult to obtain, but I shall let you have them to study. Only, however, within the estate. You stay or visit, and learn what you need and I will keep you on. Vex has a hard time tracking down these tomes, after all, and I cannot allow them to fall into the hands of mages again."
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Tsali Kaue
Established
May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Dec 16, 2017 17:31:38 GMT -8
"I wouldn't call me a sorcerer quite yet, My powers are weak at most but i do want to learn more" she said with a clear passion in her voice, Anyone could tell you that this meant a lot for her after that.
"I'll go accord with those terms" She said quickly after baxter finished his words. Wondering only afterwards what he meant with his last few words, It seemed mages weren't as appreciated in these parts of the world. Understandable in ways, magic was the most devastating power known to man after all. She paused, in battle with herself if she should ask further questions. She had her deal now, What more do you want. "What if i want to become a mage?" She asked, Her hands grasping the chair a bit tighter as she did so, A worrisome yet passionate face now staring at lord baxter. Anxiously waiting for a response.
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City of Whispers
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Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Dec 16, 2017 17:40:08 GMT -8
When Tsali asked about becoming a mage truly, Baxter sat back in his chair, taking a sip from one of the two glasses he had filled earlier. "I suggest you not travel too far down that road." he informed her. "Mages are all-too-keen on...disturbing the natural order of things. The more there are, the worse things will, inevitably become. Even now throughout my rooms you can see the products of their...tampering. Elemental magics may be all well and good if used wisely but to become a true mage? I wouldn't delve too deeply down that hole. Do you understand my point, darling?" he asked.
While the conversation had started between them lighthearted and awkward, it had taken on more menacing connotations. "I'm sure you must be tired, Vex will be sure to show you back to your room." he finished, waving her away. "I'm afraid I have much to prepare for when I arrive at Fort Lortham, and Vex has things he needs to finish tonight as well. You'll be off first thing in the morning after all."
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Tsali Kaue
Established
May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Dec 16, 2017 18:07:46 GMT -8
She didn't feel like making it a discussion, Although you could argue it already was. "Very well" She answered reluctantly. She didn't get it, the tribes of great plains flourished in their isolation because of its magical reliance, Water mages cleaning the rivers and watering the crops, Whole houses being build from rock and cobble in a matter of days, fire mages roasting the meat and ice mages building the dams. She understood the danger of course yet she was optimistic, Too optimistic you could say about people's ability to utilize magic for good. Her powers were rare, It is said that few have been gifted the powers of a wind spirit so she wasnt planning on wasting it.
She headed out again, stopping at the door frame for one last glance back at lord baxter "Thank you for your time" She said before heading towards her room again, laying her gear in the corner of the room and hanging her clothes to dry a little more. After all of this it was time to lay down and Ponder on everything that just happened as her flask started to glow a little. "Tell me about it" She said quietly.
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City of Whispers
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Player's online availability : Tag me and I shall arrive. You can also tag Thorny Boy on Discord.
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 19:15:32 GMT -8
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Post by City of Whispers on Jan 5, 2018 14:48:58 GMT -8
The sun had yet to crest the horizon when a knocking came at Tsali Kaue's door. The room was still as dark as night, and without waiting too long, Vex cracked the door slightly, a sliver of candlelight the only thing to see by. "Are you still here at least?" the man asked dryly, poking his head in. Once satisfied that he wasn't talking to an empty bed, he placed the candle holder on the small table just inside the door. "Get ready to set out. We need to begin travelling to Lortham as soon as possible." he told her. Closing the door the Ranger headed back downstairs, speaking to Lord Baxter in hushed tones. At least, what he had attempted to continue in hished tones. "What do you mean she left?" the Lord demanded, clearly frustrated. "We have only one mercenary to handle the Fort? Damn it all."
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Tsali Kaue
Established
May the winds guide you.
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: She is 268 full moons old as her tribe would put it which roughly translates to 21 years of age.
Physical Description: -
With a native tint she is often overlooked in the grand scheme of things. her physical physique is quite striking with her raven black hair and ocean deep blue eyes. Her body is athletically built and well maintained as she spent her childhood as a hard working farmer and hunter for her tribe and her more recent years as an adventurer. She stands at a height of 1,60M / 5,2Ft.
Clothes and Equipment: -
She wears a pair of ragged robed around her body made from fine cloth that she had traded on her journey together with a sewn undershirt and some basic brown pants.
A small vial with a blue liquid around her neck along with a traveling bag on her back, traveling shoes made especially for long journeys and a pair of leather half gauntlets.
She also possesses a dagger with magical properties handmade by her great ancestors said to be blessed by the wind spirits of the great plains. The spirits seem to preference whoever this dagger belongs to, it can be used as a normal dagger yet can also be thrown like a arrow to the sky where it can be directed by its owner until it'll return to the owner's hand.
Player's online availability : Weekends probably, ill try to check every evening too (GMT+1)
Registered: Nov 27, 2017 4:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Tsali Kaue on Jan 5, 2018 16:15:31 GMT -8
"Yha Yha" She mumbled, Pulling the blankets over her head as the light of the candle illuminated the room. she sighed as she went to sit straight, moving her back to the head of the bed before she realised vex his words, "Wait" She said to no response. Looking up at the mounted animal opposed to her on the wall as she wondered what he meant with me still being here, rubbing it off quickly as nothing more than an oddly phrased sentence she jumped out of bed after a quick glance and opening the curtains and opening the window seals to let the room be filled with the early morning air. as she put on her clothes. It felt nice to finally wear her trusted attire again. She removed her improvised necklace and tied it to her pants again, Her bag was packed again she started to write a small note stating nothing more than the simple words of 'See you at the front porch' and stuck it to the outside of the door slightly behind a small splintered piece of the door. She picked up her dagger and bag and ran towards the window, Jumping out it with grace as she dropped down to the cold morning floor before being caught in a whirl of wind, her fall being halted to a crawl as she landed softly. Taking in the air she dropped her bag against the front porch, Taking her dagger and throwing it to the air, Training her ability with it as she guided it gracefully in the air around her.
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