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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Apr 1, 2018 10:02:52 GMT -8
Caroline's GardensNaming this dark, imposing forest the Gardens was a cruel joke on someone's part. Characterized by its towering, tree-like mushrooms that cast the forest floor in a perpetual twilight, this is not a place that anyone would want to take a nice afternoon stroll through. Brave souls who have ventured through this forest have reported strange noises and odd sightings, but no two have been alike, so most are just passed off as crazy talk.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 1, 2018 17:33:02 GMT -8
It didn't take long for Jun to decide that this was a place for a nice morning stroll. She had seen many forests before, but this one in particular had character. And while she was already getting into the swing of things as a city girl once again, her Land-Tiller side was gazing optimistically at the large fungi; who knew what possibilities the plants of the forest held for cultivation? Especially ones designed for low level light conditions.
She wasn't quite as into the hunting of game as her young partner; her mind kept alighting with thoughts of cave farms filled with giant glowing mushrooms. But she did have the presence of mind to offer one bit of advice:
"Hey, Keph. If you're feeling daring, you can use dark magic to give you night vision. Might help hit that prize deer... or bear... or whatever."
Sitting on the shoulder of her unassuming brown cloak was of course Blackbean, who was watching Keph with absolute silence; there was no occult mystery to this. He just didn't want to ruin his concentration.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Apr 1, 2018 18:15:44 GMT -8
Keph let out a nervous, discouraged chuckle - one that clearly communicated a 'no'. After what happened in the last lesson, maybe it was best to keep magic to a minimum, at least for now, he didn't want to go unconscious in the middle of a hunting trip within a fairly creepy forest - a creepy mushroom forest. Besides how could he call himself a 'legendary hunter' if he weren't able to hunt in low-light conditions? By the end of this trip, she'll be swooning at his amazing hunter skills... maybe not swooning, but ya know, she'll be really freaking impressed!
The young lad cocked a brow at Jun's mention of bears and deer... she did see where they were, correct? He doubted they'd find your typical wildlife in a mushroom forest... Gods the oversized fungi sent an odd shiver down his spine. He looked back at Jun, making sure she was ready to proceed. She was certainly focused on the 'shrooms and looked a tad lost-in-thought. He sighed, shaking his head at his mentor before starting to walk. It was time to find out what kind of game this place had and put it over a campfire...
...hopefully no mutated, walking mushrooms...
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Apr 1, 2018 19:21:36 GMT -8
A soft breeze blew through the woods, carrying with it a faint aroma of freshly-baked sugar cookies. The pair would hear a soft jingle of bells as well, tolling ever-so-gently off in the distance. It wasn't exactly what one would expect to hear in such a forest, but it was certainly better than the snarl of a hungry bear or the growl of a ferocious wolf. As they walked, if they listened very closely, they'd hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet on the ground beside them. Looking down, they'd spot a tiny dormouse scurrying by their feet, wearing a finely-trimmed blue jacket and a rather fancy hat. He looked up at them, squeaking softly before speaking in a faint, high-pitched voice.
"What are you two doing here? Please hurry, you'll be late! Don't forget to wipe your feet, and don't step on anything! Tall people are so rude sometimes, trampling over everything. Come along, come along! Mustn't be late now!"
He scurried up a tree and hopped off towards Keph. The mouse landed on the boy's head for a brief second before jumping off and running down the road once more. He turned back one more time, gesturing impatiently with his tiny paws.
"Come along, Laurie-ann! Bun! You're so slow!"
As the mouse turned and ran off once more, Keph would notice a pair of large white rabbit's ears sprouting from his head. They were soft and fluffy, although a bit inconvenient with his hood.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 1, 2018 19:50:59 GMT -8
Bells and baking? Jun was happy to encounter signs of amicable company in a forest like this. After all, highway men and gnolls didn't typically ring bells and bring baked goods into the middle of nowhere.
Although, that did sort of beg the question: what exactly did those aforementioned things? Exactly?
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Apparently sapient well-dressed dormice.
Jun's eyes followed the creature as it skittered along and then used Keph as a trampoline.
Then the bunny ears sprouted, and Jun's mouth slowly gaped open.
Without saying a word, she took some steps forward towards Keph, outstretched her hand, and gently caressed one of the ears from its base to its tip, in awe of it as if it was made of gold leaf.
"What the fuck?" She whispered before looking back in the direction of the dormouse.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Apr 1, 2018 20:14:01 GMT -8
Bells and the scent of cookies? As delicious as cookies were and innocent as the ringing of bells might be, that couldn't be good! Maybe in the middle of a town, they were good signs, but definitely not in some bizarre, fungi-plagued forest in which the two were planning on hunting in! Jun was definitely far too comfortable with this situation.
The appearance of the dormouse had Keph react to it like a cat would a mouse. The sight of prey had him quickly notch an arrow, it was then that he not only noticed it was wearing a silly little uniform but that it could talk. Alright, the dormouse got to live... for now. While a well-dressed, talking dormouse stood before him, all he could see was a juicy roast!
Right. What it had just said made absolutely no sense... then the creature began to scurry away up the tree! Ah ha! It wasn't going to get away that easily from him! Keph notched the arrow once more, but as soon as it was aligned with the odd creature, it had pounced on him! Before he even had time to drop his bow and grab the thing, it had hopped away!
His attention drifted away from the fleeing creature and towards the newly grown pair of ears that pushed his cloak's hood straight off! What the...
...guess his old nickname would've made a lot more sense now...
Keph's gaze turned into one of pure concentration... pure determination... he was going to catch his prey - that was until Jun caressed his newly grown pair of ears. His mentor's touch drew a loud 'eek!' from him and a flush of his cheeks. The young lad quickly batted away Jun's hands and took a few steps away.
"Those are sensitive! Jun wouldn't like it if he all of a sudden started caressing her ears!"
Keph held his notebook over the lower half of his face, half considering hitting Jun with it after that...
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 1, 2018 20:36:17 GMT -8
Jun quickly retracted her hand and looked on flat-faced as Keph wrote out his rebuke with astonishing speed. His reaction actually helped her process the fact that she wasn't going crazy, which was a mild relief.
"I mean... That's sort of true. But if mine were as cute and fuzzy as these I wouldn't hold it against you." She smirked. "Anyways, yah sorry, we should chase after it." She followed Keph's original lead to chase after the dormouse.
Assuming Keph ran along with her, she would say while running, "By the way... I can probably get rid of them but... I'm a lot more curious about... where a mouse learned... transfiguration magic... What do you think? ... You can't write while running nevermind..."
Blackbean took the skies and started flying at a low altitude along with Keph and Jun. He wasn't particularly alarmed. He had traveled with her long enough to see this as just one of those days.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Apr 1, 2018 21:06:39 GMT -8
As the two ran after the dormouse, they'd find it to be surprisingly speedy for a creature with such short legs. It hurried through the forest, hopping over rocks and scurrying under roots with an agility unmatched by anything over four inches tall. As they ran, Jun and Keph might notice that they were getting closer to the bells and cookies ever-so-slightly as they followed the mouse on its twisting and turning route off the trail and into the dense forest. The canopy cover got denser and the light got scarce as they went, until it was almost impossible to see the little mouse as it ran. Just when it seemed that the mouse had gotten away and was gone for good, they'd hear the slam of a wooden door. Looking around the back of a large rock, they'd find a rather old and worn wardrobe leaning against it. The mouse was nowhere to be seen, but one of the wardrobe doors hung open, revealing a plethora of heavy winter coats within. The breeze in the forest turned cold, almost uncomfortably so. The bells were louder now, and seemed to be coming from within the wardrobe.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Apr 2, 2018 17:06:23 GMT -8
Keph lifted his journal and swung it down, giving Jun's head a good thump with it! His ears being all weird and fuzzy, right now, made absolutely no difference! The young lad again sighed, before remembering that there were more pressing issues deal with... like catching that damned dormouse and removing the aforementioned bunny ears. When Jun began to run after the beast, he took no time before following along.
As they made chase, Jun again began to spoke, and again she gave him the urge to smack her with his journal- twice in one day! What did she mean by him being unable to write while running?! The nerve! Instead of using the pencil, as he tended to do, his hand moved instead towards the quill, stabbed through the cork of the bottle of ink that was tied to the side of his satchel. He pulled out the quill and with quick, fluid motions a message was written:
"Keph shall keep the ears for now if it is important to Jun. For her information: he can write splendidly while running." The writing, unsurprisingly, wasn't as neat as usual but it was still better than most's calligraphy!
There it was: the dammed dormouse - what an evil and wretched creature it was (it was also surprisingly quick)! Chasing the little beast meant going deeper and deeper into the forest of oversized fungi and closer to whatever other evil creature was ringing that bell and baking those amazingly smelling treats!
Embarrassingly, the darkness that Keph had mentally claimed would be of little issue to his skill as a hunter and would impress Jun so much was actually starting to become a bit of the problem as he now could barely see the dormouse. He stopped, sighing as he thought they had lost it... but then there was the slamming of a wooden door! A quick search revealed... ah HA! An old wooden wardrobe... bells were also ringing from the inside; no doubt the tiny being was hiding in the wardrobe! Without really considering the odd circumstances he was in (specifically on how one might be hearing bells from a distance coming from something as small as a wardrobe), Keph jumped head first inside, ready to pounce his prey!
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 3, 2018 7:48:07 GMT -8
"Ouch! Heeeeey, learn to take a compliment, guy."
Keph's ability to write while running through the forests impressed her. The fact that he could write even neater than her while at full gallop however was downright disturbing. Even as they chased after the dormouse she contemplated what it would take to start some sort of talent show in Isra. Of course her mom would probably enter and shoot a cork off someone's head at fifty paces. Gods the winter festival was embarrassing. Stupid snow balls. I fought a friggin' ice dragon and I still can't throw a damn snowba-
Jun almost ran into the wardrobe.
She was able to stop thinking about how her mother probably wanted a boy for just a second and confront the wardrobe. Well that was odd. Maybe it was being transported as part of a caravan and fell off? Ironic that Jun the powerful mage had thought of the most mundane explanation for the object, which she started to circle curiously.
Before she could say anything, Keph had already leaped into the wardrobe. Although she did sense magic coming from it, her expectation was still that he would rush in and get tangled up in some coats. But at least maybe he would flush out the little magic mouse! To that end she readied her mana for a spell to catch the mouse... which in retrospect she probably should have done in the first place. Oh well.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Apr 3, 2018 12:54:13 GMT -8
Keph's impulsive leap took him into the wardrobe, where he was immediately tangled up in coats. He hurdled through all the furs and greatcoats at an alarming speed, and would find himself still falling long after he should have hit the back. If the poor boy managed to pull away the coats from his face, he'd find himself falling through a dark tunnel, surrounded by other articles of clothing. Scarves, hats, pants, and all manner of undergarments in a variety of colors and sizes dropped cascaded down alongside him, hurdling into the darkness. After what seemed like forever, he would land with a heavy thump in a huge pile of clothes. If he looked up, he would see nothing but darkness where he'd come from. Off to his left, a dimly-lit tunnel stretched off into the distance, with a glimmer of daylight at the end. The soft pitter-patter of dormouse feet would be barely audible as the tiny creature hurried down the tunnel.
Meanwhile, up at the surface, Jun would see Keph seemingly vanish into the wardrobe, becoming engulfed in coats and never resurfacing. If she poked her head into the wardrobe to investigate, she'd find that it went much further back than it seemed from the outside. It was almost like a narrow corridor, except it was completely clogged with coats and hangers. Pushing through would be like forcing her way through a forest, if forests were furry and enclosed on four sides by wooden walls.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Apr 5, 2018 14:35:14 GMT -8
Now he had the dormouse where he wanted it, or at least that's what he thought until the seemingly endless wardrobe took him by surprise! Keph let out a little scream, no doubt audible to Jun which wasn't that far away from the entrance he had just vanished into! Now, Keph was all too accustomed to falling from heights, being quite the seasoned tree-climber, but this was different. For starters: he had no idea how long he was going to be falling from, there was clothing constantly smacking him in the face (which luckily was also allowing him to slow his descent), and any time he tried to grab said clothing the hook would just snap and he'd keep falling!
The young lad closed his eyes and then... he was no longer falling! That was an oddly soft fall, was he dead? He re-opened his eyes and tried to stand, his legs were a bit shaky but he was happy to see that he was in fact not dead yet! A sigh of relief slipped from his lips and he allowed himself to drop back down onto the hill of clothing. He started hearing the soft steps of the dormouse and while he was tempted to immediately get up and chase it, he wanted a moment to recover from that experience and furthermore definitely did not want to get separated from Jun when he wasn't even sure where he now was. For now, he just stayed lying down in the pile of clothing, not even bothering to remove the cowboy hat that had fallen on his head.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 5, 2018 18:39:03 GMT -8
Jun canceled her spell with a shake of the wrist as soon as she heard Keph yelp. If the wardrobe permitted, a surge of psionc energy would shove the coats to the sides, carving a little tunnel through which she could pass. And that is how she would discover that the wardrobe kept going... and going and going.
"Huh... Blackbean, what do you think?"
*... Caw caw caw*
"Agreed." Jun decided to go with a leap of faith and rush into the wardrobe after her friend. Blackbean would follow along, gliding in just behind her.
(It should be noted that at one point she would wonder if Keph had also pulled out his journal and wrote AAAAAHHHH as he was falling. She quickly dismissed these thoughts however when she realized thinking them likely made her an awful person.)
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Apr 7, 2018 11:50:02 GMT -8
The pitter-patter of the dormouse's footsteps would soon fade as the tiny creature scurried away, leaving Keph alone in the darkness. For a while, all was silent save for the sound of his own breathing. However, a few minutes later, he would hear a new sound: a sharp click click click, like metal nails tapping on stone. The sound approached slowly, gradually growing louder as it came closer. As it approached, the ringing of bells would appear once more, heralding the arrival of...something. As Keph's eyes adjusted, he would see huge shapes approaching in the darkness. They stood almost six feet tall, and bells tolled as they moved. With every step of their long, spindly legs, hard claws clicked on the stone floor. Six of them appeared in the shadows, surrounding Keph and ringing softly. Meanwhile, Jun would manage to fight her way through the narrow hallway full of coats. How long was it? Had she been in here, a few minutes? Hours? Who could tell, in this endless wardrobe? Eventually, however, she'd manage to burst through the final coat (a heavy rabbit or ermine fur greatcoat with velvet trim) and would find herself in a small hut. A table sat in the middle of the room, with a plate of still-warm sugar cookies lying in the center. If she looked back at the door she'd come in through, she'd see nothing but a perfectly ordinary coat closet that ended exactly where it should. A warm fire crackled in the hearth to her right, and a door to the left led outside. There didn't seem to be anyone around, and the cookies smelled awfully inviting.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Apr 11, 2018 15:05:31 GMT -8
Keph sighed as he lay there comfortably in the pile of clothing. He was starting to find it odd that Jun was taking so long to follow him down the magical dresser, but those thoughts would quickly be pushed away as he heard the sound of bells growing louder. What was making that incessant sound? The young lad yawned, stretched out his arms and slowly got up on to his feet.
His eyes squinted trying to make out the huge figures in the darkness and it didn't take long before Keph was drawing his blade, he wasn't about to take any chances not knowing where he was, the darkness didn't make him feel any more comfortable either. Seemingly out of nowhere, six huge... spiders... bells... bell spiders (?) slinked out of the shadows, somehow going undetected by Keph. How the hell did such large, noisy creatures manage to sneak up on him? Keph went pale, even paler than what he naturally already was.
Keph could feel Rara "screeching" from within him, the lad's patron wasn't happy with this situation. Keph couldn't say he was much more relaxed, but internally he tried to calm his patron down, while the being wanted to take over for him, it was best not to risk going unconscious in the middle of 'whatever this place was' even more so with such abominations prowling about.
This was certainly not a good situation, being surrounded by vicious-looking creatures which were larger than him, but they were still animals... he thought so, at least. Getting surrounded wasn't good but playing it defensively was even worse! Keph loudly swallowed some saliva before pouncing one of the creatures, his feet slamming into the lower region of the bell, pushing up against the flatter curve and trying to sink the edges of his feet into the sunken line in the bell while his hand grasped at the top. While he really wanted to just kick its eyes, he did his best to avoid him, not wanting to incite the creature to act too aggressively. He was hoping the beasts were slow enough that he could maybe hop and runoff, but for now the young lad held on for dear life while looking around for a branch or somewhere only someone as small as he might be able to fit and lose those beasts.
...or who knows maybe he might just ride this thing out of here?
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 13, 2018 20:51:52 GMT -8
The more time passed, the faster Jun ran. She went from mildly amused to genuinely fearful, with visions of a completely transformed Keph hopping around haplessly, staring at a journal he could no longer utilize due to lack of opposable thumbs. As adorable a fate as it was, it was also too tragic to bear. She spurred herself to run faster through the coats until finally she entered the hut.
She came bursting out of the last coat as if it had just given violent birth. "Keph?!" There was no one, only a warm fire and sugar cookies. Blackbean fluttered in just behind her. She felt her psionic energy lose its grip on the coats behind her. Fearing she had fallen victim to antimagic, she swiveled around to find that the coats had simply disappeared, a feat which likely required magic of some kind.
"Oooookay then." Somewhat relieved, she swiveled back and decided to look around the room for anything else of interest, particularly a window. She decided to not eat the cookies quite just yet. She wanted to get her bearings first. And assuming there was nothing overly engrossing within the room, (or anything monstrous outside the window that may or may not exist) she would then try to take a peak outside.
If there were any powerful sources of magic or anti-magic nearby, she would sense those as well.
Blackbean would hop onto the table to examime the cookies more closely. Food? Caw?
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Apr 16, 2018 20:09:21 GMT -8
The creatures did not seem to be pleased to be climbed upon by the tiny boy, and shook violently back and forth to try and throw him off. The slick brass body was almost impossible to hang onto, offering no grip of any sort. The bell rang as it thrashed, deafeningly loud to the boy clinging to the side. The other spiders began to ring as well, the cacophony of bells that would jar any listener to the bone. When the spiders finally fell silent, the ringing would continue, except now it was in Keph's ears, in his head, muffling other sounds. He wouldn't hear the footsteps as the spiders began to line up, marching single-file away from him and towards a light. He wouldn't hear the approach of the young woman in the blue dress and white apron, nor would he hear her words as her mouth moved to say something. She took Keph by the hand, tugging him to his feet and trying to pull him out towards the light where the line of spiders was walking.
Meanwhile, Jun would notice little sign of magic in the wardrobe. Any enchantment that had been in there was there no longer, clearly. The only other source of magic in the room was the plate of cookies that Blackbean was poking and prodding at, the temptingly sweet and aromatic cookies that simply begged to be eaten. Outside, the sun shone on a cheerful pasture full of flowers of all shapes and colors.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Apr 18, 2018 23:41:36 GMT -8
Keph's attempt at staying on the creature's smooth form was impressive and would've been quite entertaining if not for the horrid creature his attempt was being performed on. Even with the lack of any clear grips the lad speedily moved his feet and hands actually managing to stay on the beast for quite a while, even though it was shaking violently! Alas, it wasn't for long as the deafening sound the beasts were emitting soon got the best of Keph, which soon after finally lost his foot and dropped from the beast's form. He tightly pressed his palms against his ears, although that did him little good due to how insanely loud they were. He was starting to feel sick and would've probably passed out had they not stopped. Well, this was it, eaten alive by giant bell spiders - what a cruel fate!
On the bright side, the headache they'd given him would finally end...
But... the headache was still there... so either his punishment in the afterlife was the maddening headache the bells had given him... or he was still alive! Slowly, Keph opened one of his eyes - the spiders were gone! In their place was a young woman in some blue dress, he couldn't make out what she was trying to say, the bells having temporarily taken his hearing, but she was pulling at him. Keph carefully got on to his feet and limpingly followed the woman's lead, he had no idea where they were going, but he was still quite out of it due to what had just happened and so gave it little thought...
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 20, 2018 10:49:50 GMT -8
Jun sighed as she gazed out at the pasture. She folded her arms and leaned her shoulder against the door frame. "It's such a nice artificial day."
There was no sign of Keph. Whoever or whatever had brought them here must have excelled at portal magic, a skill she wasn't very adept at. Either that or they excelled at illusion magic, another skill she didn't exactly put time in practicing. They definitely had transmutation down, something else which she-
"Wow I am really starting to regret being so narrow-minded in my youth. I literally spend most of my life learning how to blow things up."
Now feeling a bit depressed, she decided she had no choice but to relax and play along.
She turned around and walked over to Blackbean and the cookies. "Alright. I'll bite... literally... heheheh... heh... ehhhhhhh."
"Caw."
"Shut up Blackbean." She reached down and examined a cookie. When she was satisfied that it wasn't poisonous, she'd start nibbling on them.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Apr 21, 2018 11:30:00 GMT -8
The ringing in Keph's ears would begin to subside ever-so-slowly, his hearing returning bit by bit as the girl led him down the dark tunnel.The line of spiders led the way ahead of them, marching solemnly step-by-step towards the light at the end. They paid Keph and the girl little heed, not even glancing back at the odd pair. Eventually, as they stepped out of the tunnel and into a brightly-lit forest clearing, Keph's hearing would return enough for him to just barely make out what the girl was saying. The spiders would walk off into the woods, presumably to go look for somewhere to hang their webs, as spiders tended to do.
"...and that's how you deal with the spiders. They're harmless, really, if you know how to handle them. Anyways, you're an awfully cute little bunny-rabbit, aren't you? Where did you come from, hmm?"
She ran a hand over his fluffy white rabbit ears, giggling softly to herself. In the bright sunlight, Keph would be able to see her clearly. She looked to be Keph's age, or maybe younger. Her golden hair shone in the sun, topped with a large black bow. Her eyes were bright green and wide open, pupils dilated despite the sunlight. Releasing Keph's hand, she ran to the center of the clearing, twirling and laughing.
"Tell me, tell me! I've never seen a rabbit as cute as you! Most rabbits around here are awful mean, always biting and chewing and hopping and ma- oh hey, look at that!"
A deer had wandered towards the edge of the clearing, eyeing the two warily. It seemed hesitant to approach, and almost headed back into the forest before the soft ring of a bell caused it to look up into the tree above it. Immediately, a heavy rope noose dropped down over its outstretched neck, producing a sickeningly sharp crack as the rope went taut and hoisted the deer up into the tree by the throat.
"I guess those spiders must have been hungry...you're lucky they didn't eat you up!"
Meanwhile, in the cottage, Jun's careful observation would find nothings suspect at all about the sugar cookies. They were warm in her hand, and tasted incredible. Sublimely sweet and buttery, the cookie seemed to melt in her mouth. No part of the cookie seemed overpowering, and every ingredient seemed to compliment the others better than the last. The sugar crystals sprinkled on top added a subtle crunch to the soft baked treat, rounding out the culinary experience. A feeling of warmth would spread from Jun's mouth down to the rest of her body, like being wrapped in a fluffy blanket. It was so nice, so pleasant...perhaps taking a nap right here would be the right thing to do? However, any thoughts she may have had of a nap would be cut off sharply by a bang on the door.
"Hey! You in the house! Come out! It's the queen's guards!"
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