Chesknight
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring that allows him to discern his location is focused on for about 5 minutes.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 19:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Chesknight on Feb 11, 2018 21:27:13 GMT -8
Waving at Checkers, the Chesknight was nevertheless pleased to see him leave without too much trickery. Well, he could take a few pranks himself, but he doubted the vampire could survive too much of them. On that note... He turned towards Roy, giving him a nod.
"Let us go then, shall we? The sooner we make this place a memory, the safer you'll be!" motioning for Roy to follow him, he ushered him along the path. The knight wasn't terribly fast, but thankfully he didn't slow the Fletcher down, (So long as the boy didn't run) and as they headed along the path, the fae pointed out several dos and don'ts when travelling through the fae lands.
"If you ended up here by mistake once, I wouldn't be surprised if it happened again! Although I'm not a fan of it, you may want to hold something with iron when being beset by fae. If they're powerful it might make all the difference." he explained. He stopped then, turning more fully towards Roy. "I'm terribly sorry, how rude of me! Please do not think less of me for it, but so distracted was I, I never received your name!"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Feb 12, 2018 19:38:39 GMT -8
Roy was perfectly fine with keeping pace with his rather rotund protector, and walked at a comfortable pace beside the brave knight. He definitely wanted to get out of this place as soon as quickly, but didn't want to leave this mysterious Chesknight's side. What if he ran into another trickster, a more malevolent one?
"My name? Oh, I'm Roy! It's nice to meet you. Thank you for helping me, Mr. Chesknight. I don't mean any offence, but I sure hope I don't end up here again. Are there any other tricksters like that raccoon running about? I sure would hate to get captured by fae. My grandmother always told me stories when I was a child of people wandering into the woods and getting snatched, or getting turned around by magic lights, or simply falling into a hole that never ended."
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Chesknight
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring that allows him to discern his location is focused on for about 5 minutes.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 19:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Chesknight on Feb 12, 2018 19:57:50 GMT -8
"Not at all," the Chesknight assured him, waving off his thanks. "It's only befitting I help you! What knight could walk past a stranger in need without doing something to help? " he answered, although as Roy discussed the nature of the Fae, the knight nodded almost sadly. "I'm afraid your grandmother was a smart woman to tell you of such things. Indeed, often even the most good-intentioned Fae can be prone to trickery and malice. Often those of the Winter Court are the ones to do such deeds, however do not let your guard down around the Summer fae either for, I fear, they may prove just as bad, if not worse! Truly, young Roy, you are better off keeping out of Tir-la-Morr entirely!"
As they wandered, the Chestknight suddenly seemed to divert off the path entirely, heading into a thick, uninviting tangle of trees. "This way, good sir Roy, following the path here would be a grave error." he explained. Nothing was as it seemed, after all. Doing his best to hold a branch our of Roy's way it was hardly of much help at his stature.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Feb 13, 2018 19:34:34 GMT -8
Roy wasn't exactly tall, but even he had to stoop quite a bit to get under the branches that Chesknight held out of the way for him. Still, he appreciated the gesture, as futile as it was. He wasn't exactly sure that heading off the path was a good idea, but he trusted the knight to know best. After all, who else was Roy going to trust? His own sense of direction? That was what had gotten him into this whole mess in the first place.
"Oh definitely, it's not the place for me. What's over this way, though? Why not head down the road? Surely a road would lead back to another road, which would lead out of this place?"
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Chesknight
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring that allows him to discern his location is focused on for about 5 minutes.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 19:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Chesknight on Feb 14, 2018 16:37:39 GMT -8
"A road leading to a road, is exactly what you should not expect in a land of tricksters." the Chesknight reminded him as he waddled through the woods. Now that they were on the strange, alternate path it, in actuality, seemed to open up for a reasonable space, allowing the two of them to walk normally. "Truly it's best to follow your intuition, rather than what was laid out before you." As they wandered down the forest trail, he hopped down a small slope that led to a creek, several stones arranged to allow it to be easier to walk across. Indeed, despite his portly body he hopped to each without much difficulty, whistling a jaunty tune.
"Perhaps we'll meet again once I get you out of Tir la Morr Sir Roy, I would consider it a great fortune! With you being a vampire and I a fae, that would make us friends for a very long time, would it not?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Feb 14, 2018 20:12:11 GMT -8
Follow his intuition? Roy wasn't sure if he had any of that. Or if he did, it must be as misguided as his sense of direction. He followed the round knight through the woods and up to the creek, stepping carefully across the stones in the water.
"That would be nice...you seem like a nice sort of friend to have, Mr. Chesknight. Thank you for hel-whoa!"
It seemed that Roy had not been careful enough, and he lost his footing on a particularly slippery rock. He fell forward, splashing face-first into the water.
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Registered: May 19, 2024 3:16:48 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2018 18:09:11 GMT -8
A cacophony of laughter erupted around Roy and the Chesknight as the boy fell in. They were high, mischievous giggles that mixed in with the babble of the creek, indecipherable from one noise to the other. Before the boy resurfaced, he would find numerous eyes staring at him from the cracks between the rocks and under the shadows of the plants beneath the water.
Slipping above the surface, both he and the Chesknight would witness a strange scene. Bodies surrounded them looked like an optical illusion: hair was made of moss or ferns, skin like the grey rocks or the turbulence of the water as it spread downstream, lips shaped from the colorful fish that dwelled right beneath the water, and eyes made from the fallen leaves and foliage around them. They flickered between nubile maidens and the scenery before them in a dreamlike fashion, never completely believable or deniable in their existence.
Before either had time to react the fae of the creek began to sing, creating an opera of birdsong and the whistle of wind through the trees.
"Oh welcome, Child of Night, Wandering into our home
The lands of Summer do not suit you They shall sear you to the bone
We know a place of darkness A place much more your taste
Let us leave behind the Chesknight We shall bring you there with haste,”
As the song went on, the babble of the creek became a roar. If both the Chesknight and Roy were to look upstream, they would witness a wall of white water rushing down to greet them, mixed with the melody of the song.
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Chesknight
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring that allows him to discern his location is focused on for about 5 minutes.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 19:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Chesknight on Feb 26, 2018 13:07:22 GMT -8
At the sound of Roy falling into the stream, the Chesknight tutted in concern, turning and hopping back along the stones as he held out a helping hand.
“Are you uninjured Sir Roy?” he asked with worry, looking over the now soaked vampire. It was this concern, however, that dulled his perceptions of the surrounding forest. He did not notice the maidens nor the queer way they materialized, so consumed in his friend’s plight. That was until the song began.
Immediately his eyes widened and he turned his attention to the scene before him. His hand reached out, grabbing Roy and attempting to force the boy to his feet if he didn’t prove quick enough before.
“The House of Winter! Roy, run-!” he began, but his speed betrayed him. Reaching a hand out to catch Roy’s he began to dash, however he’d barely taken a few steps before the torrent of water overtook him. The knight was powerless in the face of the attack and he was crushed against rocks as he was swept away, flowed and eddies of rushing water dashing him against the riverbed and he disappeared beneath the raging water.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Feb 26, 2018 13:17:42 GMT -8
Roy let out a soft glub and a gurgle as he spat out stream water, looking up at confusion at Chesknight's worry. What was going on? He turned, and spotted the other fae. The song finally reached his ears, and he realized exactly how much trouble they were in as Chesknight began to run. Roy tried to get up, but the rocks were slippery and the stream was far too difficult to run through. It was only moments before the icy cold wave of water hit him, hurling him down the river like a screaming rag doll. He looked over at Chesknight as the poor creature was bounced around on the rocks, but was unable to express his apologies over the rush of the water flowing into his mouth. He tried his best to swim out, but wasn't nearly strong enough to resist the monstrous current. The river swept the two away, leaving nothing but a half-eaten bar of chocolate washed up on the bank.
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Ittan-Momen
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Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A roll of cotton
Clothes and Equipment: Cotton
Registered: Jan 22, 2018 21:21:40 GMT -8
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Post by Ittan-Momen on Mar 18, 2018 16:54:42 GMT -8
A white roll of cotton floats along an invisible breeze, repeating a simple phrase in what might be possibly be considered english, by some stretch of the imagination. "Goo dai wha bings yoo oo s-ri-u ilan."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2018 18:35:26 GMT -8
"My, my. What is it we have here?"
A speckled white owl flew overhead, floating gently onto a branch. It eyed the cotton ball below, now and again fluttering from branch to branch to follow it. "A speaking ball of cotton. How queer."
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Ittan-Momen
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Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A roll of cotton
Clothes and Equipment: Cotton
Registered: Jan 22, 2018 21:21:40 GMT -8
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Post by Ittan-Momen on Mar 18, 2018 19:12:57 GMT -8
@snowbird
The gently moving cotton fails to notice the owl initially, content on fluttering between the trees with no apparent aim. However, on the fourth or fifth movement between branches the cotton stops, and seems to direct its attention to the owl. “Goo dai, wha bings yoo oo s-ri-u ilan.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2018 19:30:52 GMT -8
The owl's head turned to the side curiously. "A mimic, perhaps?" the owl asked, making circles around the strange ball. "What brings you, it asks. And to that, I inquire, what are you, sire?"
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Ittan-Momen
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Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A roll of cotton
Clothes and Equipment: Cotton
Registered: Jan 22, 2018 21:21:40 GMT -8
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Post by Ittan-Momen on Mar 18, 2018 19:39:54 GMT -8
@snowbird
The roll of cotton pauses, furrowing as it think over how to respond with its limited knowledge of language mimicry. “Sriu ilan, siher?” It answers in a tone filled with uncertainty.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2018 19:53:26 GMT -8
"Yes, yes. So you can mimic," said the owl excitedly. "Is it any more than a gimmick? Are you capable of thought? Or a magical item, by someone's hands wrought?"
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Ittan-Momen
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Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A roll of cotton
Clothes and Equipment: Cotton
Registered: Jan 22, 2018 21:21:40 GMT -8
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Post by Ittan-Momen on Mar 19, 2018 4:59:40 GMT -8
@snowbird
Bombarded by a series of questions that the cotton could not yet understand, it pauses to think. Not much time passes however, before it responds with “ick, ought” in blind confirmation of whatever may have been asked.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2018 21:00:05 GMT -8
The eyes of the owl narrowed. "Wrought. Thought. Speak. Critique," she urged, wondering if teaching it slowly would help the curious little thing learn.
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Ittan-Momen
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Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A roll of cotton
Clothes and Equipment: Cotton
Registered: Jan 22, 2018 21:21:40 GMT -8
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Post by Ittan-Momen on Mar 20, 2018 9:10:16 GMT -8
The Cotton contemplates the words, before releasing a string of words based on what it leaned. “Ought thought bought sought fought cought wrought pought.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 21:27:20 GMT -8
The owl clicked its beak and flapped excitedly. "You understand. Perhaps I shall take you to my land? Within the mountains, a place of snow. We can continue in my abode."
Lifting up a talon, the owl motioned forward, as though to grab the cotton.
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Ittan-Momen
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A roll of cotton
Clothes and Equipment: Cotton
Registered: Jan 22, 2018 21:21:40 GMT -8
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Post by Ittan-Momen on Mar 21, 2018 4:49:37 GMT -8
The cotton moves away as the owl attempts to grab it. Despite seeming safe and friendly, the cotton is still wary of the creature.
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