Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jun 5, 2019 14:54:56 GMT -8
An interesting sort, Bria could already tell. Out of town, perhaps? Passing through? He had no idea what a traveling cleric could be doing in these parts, unless... No, surely not. He pushed the thought aside as the fellow offered him wine, taking it and taking a polite sip before setting it down. He rarely drank, only doing so out of politeness or a genuine mental breakdown, which tended to be thankfully rare these days.
"I understand completely," Bria lied, "It can be hard, eating alone." Bria looked as Sasha seemed to preen at the praise, and he barely contained a giggle at mention of Sasha being one of the Mother's creations. Considering her less that holy origins, that couldn't be further from the truth.
"Bria." He left it at the first name, as he avoided letting his family name out as much as he could. He also hoped that Bria was a somewhat popular name, if this fellow happened to know about what happened. Bria prayed he didn't. "Pleasure to meet you. Traveling? Or just visiting a local tavern?"
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 42
Physical Description: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray cassock.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self defense.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 7:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on Jun 5, 2019 16:15:44 GMT -8
Rainier took a deep drink from his cup as Bria introduced himself, setting it down at the same time he did. A brief flash of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, though it faded with seeming forced concentration. The name was fairly unique in the Duchy, being that it almost sounded poetic compared the guttural of the plethoras of Lukas, Jakub, and Robertas. And this was the second time he came across that name today.
Still, he would dine with what he expected the Mother wanted to have purged from this world, or at least his essence that he could begin feeling crawling up his pale skin, seeming to want to burrow and eat out his bones for their marrow. It wasn't the first time he had dealt with this sensation, he often had to deal with it at family meals it seemed, and he hoped it wouldn't be his last.
He answered cordially, as he attempted to wave down the tavern server, "It seems a bit of both at the moment. My ministry seemed to lead me down here for the time being. And you? A resident of this fine hunk of land or traveling?"
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Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jun 5, 2019 16:25:00 GMT -8
Bria didn't seem to notice the change of expression, focusing on his own food as they sat. The stranger seemed nice, if a bit squeamish, but Bria tended to have that effect on people. "Ah, I'm just traveling. I never stick in one place for too long." He finished his food and pushed his plate aside.
"Your ministry led you here though? That's interesting, why would they do something like that?" Bria knew the answer, but chose to ask anyways just in case he was wrong. It could be a simple trip to go visit some dying orphans or something, but there was an area more notorious that would be of interest to a holy man. His old home, the Hornraven estate. Abandoned for a few years now, rumors say that it's teeming with unholy and demonic energy.
Not that Bria would doubt that. The amount of murders that took place in that home would make it a hot spot for anything looking to feed on the negative energy, not to mention the his patron himself. Not that he would be tied to the location, but rather the family, but that was besides the point. People talked. Rumors spread.
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 42
Physical Description: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray cassock.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self defense.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 7:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on Jun 8, 2019 11:17:37 GMT -8
Rainier nodded along with the sentiment. He had chosen the life of a wandering priest on purpose and not be consigned to a parish for a plethora of reasons. The two biggest factors was the freedom such a life afforded oneself, and the other was so that the clan of Fletchers would not be able to harass him if they knew where he got assigned.
He shrugged, "I simply go where the spirit of the Mother wills it, whether the bishops issue a letter or not. Sometimes they lead me to missions of charity in regions affected by famine, others to exercises of faith. And it seems that in her infinite wisdom she decided here was the place I was intended to go."
He left out that he had a rather strong suspicion that the there was a reason he was cast to this rather remote corner of the Empire, and it was sitting across from him. But he had a sense that perhaps his companion knew that as well. Perhaps it would be best to cut to the chase, "So tell me, are you originally from this region or born elsewhere?"
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Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jun 8, 2019 14:07:33 GMT -8
Bria let his eyebrow raise, seemingly not realizing that both would be covered by the mask he wore. "Interesting that your uh, goddess would send you around these parts. Perhaps she has a sense of humor." Any God worth their salt would have to have a sense of humor to send Rainier to these parts, especially if it was for the mission Bria thought he was being sent on. It wouldn't be particularly dangerous, if Bria's knowledge of demonology meant anything, but it would be a right pain in the ass to clear that home of every bad thing that inhabited it. Perhaps Bria could point him to his family's current home. Might be a bit more of a fight.
When asked though, his expression turned stony. "Rather forward, aren't we." He said dully, leaning forward. "I was born here." He left it at that, not to insult the man's intelligence. He could only lie for so long before it became pointless. The man would go to his home anyways, whether he told the truth or not. Might as well help the poor man in his quest.
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 42
Physical Description: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray cassock.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self defense.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 7:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on Jun 9, 2019 19:51:09 GMT -8
Rainier smiled a little at Bria's jest, or perhaps despite of it, "The Mother is certainly full of humor, for she created all races in her image. And from my knowledge, every one of them tells jokes and pulls pranks on each other. One of the great universals of all kinds."
"Sometimes it is best to be forward with one's intentions, or perhaps fall victim to the sin of lying through omission," he countered, and took a final sip of his wine goblet before setting it down. He then began to list through what he knew so far, "Born in this region, yet certainly no peasant or farmer or knight gallivanting in these woods. Well attuned to a creature usually associated with the darker arts- no offense Sasha," he turned to the raven quickly before diverting back, "and practically glowing with magical energy."
"I'm certain you can see where I'm going with this, am I correct Sir Horn?" he refrained from saying the rest of the name, in case any patrons were eavesdropping.
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Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jun 10, 2019 4:17:11 GMT -8
Bria just nodded along as he spoke, waiting for him to finish. When Rainier finished speaking, Bria didn't immediately reply. Instead, he just grabbed the wine glass and downed the entire thing, holding up a finger as he did so. When he finished, he let out a groan and wiped his mouth.
"Hate the taste of that shit," he muttered, before letting out a deep sigh. "Yes, yes, you know who I am. Let me make a guess then, yes? You're a priest in this part of the country, looking for me, I assume you wanted to visit the old estate? A holy man gallivanting to a place of pure evil to try and say some magic words and make all the bad go away? I'm sorry, Rainier, but it will take more than The Mother's hocus pocus to clean that place. That's generations of misery that you want to throw yourself into." His tone was mocking, but underneath it was something different, a genuine fear that showed itself in the way that Bria's hands shook as he spoke.
"Whatever you want, I'm not helping you. I'd rather slit my throat and gargle on my own blood than step foot near that fucking house again."
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 42
Physical Description: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray cassock.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self defense.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 7:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on Jun 13, 2019 18:30:47 GMT -8
Rainier raised something of a skeptical eyebrow as Bria downed the glass of wine. Certainly not the response he expected right out of the gate, but he needed to learn to stop being so surprised by life. Or maybe it was that surprise that allowed the Mother to show the hidden beauties of the world? Another thought to ponder while on the roads.
"Me? Associated with those horse skull wearing heathens who sacrifice goats and oxen on the graves of their so called 'Heavenly Horsemen'? Most certainly not," he sounded both aghast and somewhat insulted by the insinuation, "the Mother loves all her children, but some have fallen so far away from the path of righteousness it best not to even acknowledge their ways. No, I am from the Empire proper, not it's outlying duchies and counties."
His tone gentled slightly as he started on his proposition, "Indeed it shall take more than the Mother alone, and that is why she has guided me here, to you. The sins of that place infect not just the hearts and souls of those touched by it closest, it has already begun to leak to the wider areas. Have you been to the village nearest your home recently? What once were verdant fields that oxen could eat have turned into dust that even the rain can't turn to mud. Fields of wheat are rotting, and even the strongest scythes couldn't clear them to try and plant a fresh crop."
"Yes, generations of misery are in that house, but that torment prefers company, and won't stop until it has seeped into the souls of each and every person in the overworld. If you think I want to go to that manor, to invoke the name of evil to banish it back to the pit, then you are sorely mistaken. But it is my duty to go there and attempt it, and I need one of those most hurt to help me. If a priest were to go into that abode, then they would simply be turned to shreds of meat for a devilish feast. But if a scion were to be with me, then the father will appear."
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Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jun 14, 2019 6:27:57 GMT -8
Bria couldn't say it wasn't valiant. He wanted that house burned to the ground as much as anyone else, and getting rid of whatever ancient evil inhabited could save a few from befalling a terrible fate. The same terrible fate that was passed down through generations of the Hornraven family. Yet, Bria was hesitant. For one, his patron wouldn't particularly enjoy this. Tazirol didn't like him doing much of anything besides sacrifices and self-mutilation, and getting rid of his demonic buddies from the house that he practically owned, well, Bria would get chewed out for this.
"I appreciate what you're trying to do, honestly." Bria's voice lacked any of its usual bites. "I just don't know if I'm the proper scion for the job. You know who I work for, don't you?" Bria didn't know how many people if any knew about the pacts that all of the children were forced into. The only one who had broken it so far was his sister, but that was a long, arduous process. Most priests in the area wouldn't dare go near a Hornraven child, let alone attempt to help one with the demon that latched itself to the family name.
"It would be dangerous for both of us. Tazirol would have a stronger hold on me than usual, and he's not likely to appreciate what you're doing. You'd be sucked into the madness just like everyone else that stepped foot in the home. If you think it's bad in the village surrounding, you should see what became of the home after we left." He wanted another drink. He wanted to get up and walk away, and yet the good person inside of him told him to stay. To help the people that his family had hurt.
He paused for a moment, looked down at the tattoos on his arm, how they swayed and contorted as his patron spoke to him. An ancient script speaking warnings and threats. Not really Bria's first rodeo with upsetting his patron, but it never got any less upsetting to him. He tugged up his sleeve, ignoring them. He'd deal with this later. A couple of goats would get Tazirol to calm down, at least for a little bit.
"I will go with you just to make sure that you don't end up unleashing anything," he said finally. "That's it. I'm not participating in any rituals, I'm not exorcising any demons. I can lead you to where most of the sacrifices took place. If you go to the heart, you'll have an easier time of it, I'm sure." Bria liked Rainier, though he wouldn't admit it. He appreciated the spirit, the dedication to doing good by people he didn't know. It reminded Bria of himself as a child. He wondered what happened to that kid.
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 42
Physical Description: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray cassock.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self defense.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 7:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on Jun 20, 2019 17:15:10 GMT -8
Rainier was somewhat surprised yet again when Bria caved in so suddenly. He supposed that there would be more arguments, more terms and stipulations. He would've waded through those arguments anyways, and if worse came to worst... well, Bria didn't look too heavy but his head seemed thick enough to take a quick thwap from Rainier's staff and suffer too long of consequences.
"That is all I ask, and I appreciate your bravery in coming with me," he empathized the last statement, only guessing from the tales that he had been told about what must be floating in the memory pool of Bria. A lifetime of pain and suffering for sure, but probably more than enough to ruin and corrupt one hundred lives. Such was the pain that demons brought, seeing as their own existence was torture.
"As for the time we should be departing, I believe that on the morrow will be best," he nodded towards the window, as heavy drops of rain tapped against the thick glass, beading and trailing down the pains to pool at the base. It appeared to be a true monsoon coming through, so he raised a hand to waive down a waiter to catch a quick bite to eat. "Need to have a full stomach and be well rested for what will come."
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Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jun 21, 2019 14:45:13 GMT -8
Bravery or stupidity? Not as if there was much of a difference, these days. Still, Bria appreciated the compliment. Perhaps he was brave, going back to his ancestral home after all these years. Not that the bravery would mean much, in the end. He knew that this plan was destined to fail in some way, but it didn't matter. He'd try his best, get his good karma in for the month, leave as if nothing happened. Not the first time he'd be doing something like that, not the last.
"If you believe so," Bria said, looking out the window. The rain was nice and calming. The type of weather Bria wished he could surround himself with all the time. "I'll pay for it. Least I can do for leading you into that place." He pulled out what seemed to be a pretty hefty bag of coins. The wealth that he had left home with, not that it was too much. Just enough to sustain himself for a while, and the odd jobs over the years had helped keep it nice and sturdy. The only benefit of his family, and one that would run out soon. So it goes, and all that.
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 42
Physical Description: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray cassock.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self defense.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 7:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on Jun 21, 2019 15:22:08 GMT -8
Believe so? The thought was nearly laughable if he was in a mood to do so. Belief was reserved for matters of faith, of the unseen corners of the mind that was filled by the presence of the Mother. No, Rainier knew what he knew, and to be able to view the face of pure evil and spit in it, for the lack of a better descriptor, it took bravery, a full stomach, and good rest.
He gave a broad smile in appreciation, "Thank you very much good sir, though I will be sure to not stress it unnecessarily," he turned the waiter as he approached, "I'll take some chicken stew with a biscuit please. Thank you." He looked up to Sasha, and asked, "Would you like to split the biscuit? The Mother knows I can only eat so much."
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Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jun 21, 2019 15:31:13 GMT -8
Bria hummed. "I don't mind, really. Might be our last meal anyways." He muttered the last part, trailing off as he thought. It very well could be, couldn't it? Did he have any affairs to get in order? None that he could think of at the moment, but you never realize those things until the last minute.
Sasha turned her head curiously, then croaked, "You're going to die in there." A pause, and then, "Yes, please."
Bria snorted. "Morbid little thing," he said. "Apologies."
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 42
Physical Description: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray cassock.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self defense.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 7:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on Jun 21, 2019 15:42:44 GMT -8
Rainier regarded the over presumptive bird quite cooly, "Yes, we may die at any moment to be quite fair. It is not for us to know the time of our passing, as the Mother has ordained that for us already. It is but for us to walk in the light of the righteous, or attempt to do the best we can. And I would be happy to share half with you."
He looked down to Bria and shrugged his shoulders, "As befits a raven. Wisdom is its own cruelty, for it lets one know that their time will come to an end."
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Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jun 21, 2019 15:49:59 GMT -8
"I don't know if I would really call her a raven," Bria admitted. "She's... Well, she's an odd thing." He used a finger to scratch under her chin lovingly. Wisdom is its own cruelty, how poetic. He wondered how much the priest actually believed that if he did at all. He always found these religious types to be hard to believe. Perhaps it was jealousy, the belief that a god could be benevolent and helpful. That a god could love its creations and people. All that was in his patron's heart was hatred if the thing even had a heart.
"Thank you," Sasha repeated. "Very hungry." Bria seemed concerned at that. Sasha technically didn't need to eat. Perhaps she had gotten used to the treats? Perhaps it was a message from somewhere else.
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 42
Physical Description: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray cassock.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self defense.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 7:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on Jun 21, 2019 17:37:49 GMT -8
Rainier gave a look to Bria that communicated something along the lines of, 'I could have told you that and I've known her for about a solid five minutes'. Though it was quickly quashed when the waiter returned with a rather large wooden bowl about spilling over with steaming broth. And alongside it two biscuits, causing Rainier to cock his eyebrow in question.
"The second one is on the house," the waiter explained as he set them down, "for all clerics of all faiths."
Rainier nodded, "I thank the house for its generosity," as he handed the full biscuit over to Sasha.
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Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jun 21, 2019 17:49:28 GMT -8
Bria slid a coin across the table to the waiter. "Here you go," he said, sliding a gold coin across the table. "Keep the change." He saw the look and tilted his head, communicating back, It's been a long day, and I know more about her than you do. Or something like that. It was hard to tell, considering the mask. Perhaps it looked more like a scowl. Not that he cared much about how he looked, these days. He wondered if Rainier would be nosy about the mask. People tended to be.
"Thank you." he said, a little uncomfortable. No one ever gave him free biscuits. Maybe because he was kind of scary. Sasha, however, didn't seem to mind. She hopped down from Bria's shoulder and started pecking at one of the biscuits, looking remarkably birdlike for a creature from Hell. Perhaps she did just want food. Could a demon crave human food? He'd have to investigate this.
"... You come here often?" A rare attempt at a joke from Bria, something that made most people shudder.
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 42
Physical Description: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray cassock.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self defense.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 7:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on Jun 23, 2019 10:59:37 GMT -8
Rainier couldn't help but chuckle at the bad joke, despite the previous glower from Bria. To be quite fair, he could chuckle at most any attempts at a jest seeing as he was an avid supporter of humor of all kinds. Drawn out stories, comedic acting, just a quick turn of phrase could elicit a giggle from the stern, dour looking priest.
He wrested the biscuit Sasha was pecking on for a fraction of a moment, trying to avoid her darting beak to be able to rip it in half and place her already pecked at share in front of her. A little of a chuckle remained as he answered in a light sarcastic jest, "Why yes, I often take vacations down to Voruta. The Mother knows the weather is always pleasant to the humors, the locals are the friendliest to outsiders, and the meals are to die for."
He took up his spoon to ladle a small amount of broth to settle his rumbling stomach, before returning, "I take it you don't often come here as well?"
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Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jun 26, 2019 11:27:43 GMT -8
Sasha fluffed up and let out an annoyed croak as Rainier took half the biscuit away, staring at the priest before going back to eating.
"Mmh, come here all the time. Visit my family that got ran out of the country, go vacation at the family home." Bria seemed pleased that Rainier appreciated the awkward joke, a smile making its way onto his own face. Was this what normalcy felt like, he wondered? Being able to speak to someone and joke with them? Even with the looming threat of going to his old house, he felt at ease.
"Tell me something, will you? What were you told about my old home?"
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 42
Physical Description: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray cassock.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self defense.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 7:28:30 GMT -8
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on Jul 2, 2019 21:39:36 GMT -8
Rainier chortled as he nearly choked on the spoon full of noodle and a small piece of chicken he had been slurping on. A witty one it seemed, always pleasant company to have around the supper table. Not that he frowned upon any guests that were willing to break bread with him, but often times the commoner was... well, common in conversation and thought. It seemed if one chatted with one than you chatted with a thousand others.
"Well yes," he became serious on a heart beat after he swallowed back a mouthful, "it wasn't too much unfortunately, and I sense the peasants around it weren't given the full story either and that's who I talked to. But it seemed that several folks went missing for quite a length of time, then some court Witch Hunters came to investigate. Seeing the horrors within the family was banished from the premises of the Duchy, upon the pain of imprisonment and torture. But that has been so long ago that no one would notice a son come back in."
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