Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 30, 2017 12:08:32 GMT -8
Robert frowned, thinking. He turned to his assistant, peeking at her paper as she did rapid calculations of net worths and interest rates and the like. Turning back to Dorman, he took a deep breath.
"Well...how about 11,500. Considering your assets, and your past record...that's about as much as we can loan you at this time, even taking into account my vouching for you. After all, most of your assets are tied up in that ship, and if it goes down, we lose everything. So...11,500 gold pieces at an interest rate of 6% per month. Does that sound...reasonable to you? That's about the best offer I can give you."
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Dorman Bovar
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Roleplay posts: 47
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 18:25:30 GMT -8
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Post by Dorman Bovar on Nov 30, 2017 13:17:53 GMT -8
Dorman pondered for a few moments. It was only 3,500 less than what he asked for. Besides, Robert's reasons were valid and Bovar was lucky he could acquire this much.
"11,500 it is," the sailor grinned and held his hand, eager to shake Robert's own. "I'll browse the Isran markets and visit some local artisans... spill a bit of this coin into the local economy, yes?"
If that was all, Dorman would have his Varan bodyguards transport the coin back to his ship and then leave to visit the markets.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Jul 31, 2018 11:26:13 GMT -8
Once inside, Prince Guttercup and his entourage are led to the Keep Hall, where The Citadel’s personnel take their meals. Just now the crowd is light, with a handful of soldiers at one table, a gathering of pages at another, and some assorted politicians tossed in for zest.
The group is directed to a table and told that their pies would be ready momentarily. A second set of guards come to relieve the first, who return to the gate. After a short wait, a member of the wait staff returns with two half-pies, one apple, and one cherry. This is what was on hand, and as he goes on to explain, more are in the oven.
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Qelci
Established
Sarcastic Gnome
Roleplay posts: 14
Physical Description: A small gnome with a bad attitude.
(It's pronounced "Kelsey".)
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 8:50:12 GMT -8
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Post by Qelci on Jul 31, 2018 12:42:46 GMT -8
Qelci looked around at the huge size of everything, not to mention the wealth on display comparative to the gnome's homeland. She clambered up onto a chair, muttering the odd swear word under her breath as her princess dress hampered her. Should anyone look the gnomes way, she would nod and say "Good day, good day," while eyeing up not only the food they were eating but the fatness of their purses. "Lumpy! Use cutlery! You're a prince!" she whispered as the pies were brought out, giving Lumpy a decently hard smack around his greasy head preemptively. "Oh, ha ha, a mother's love for her boy!" she exclaimed in case anyone though this was weird. "I say, sweets before meats seems a little odd. We are royalty you know," she sniffed as the guards brought them fruit pies. Two half pies between three of them... there was no way the gnomes could divide that fairly, so Qelci immediately snatched for the cherry pie to claim it as her own, putting her hand all over the top crust to prevent theft. Even if they got chucked out immediately, they had already achieved their goal of pie!
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Lumpy
Established
Tiny Giant
Roleplay posts: 10
Physical Description: Lumpy stands at an incredibly imposing 4ft tall, rather large for a gnome. Between his almost oddly muscled body and the bruises and welts commonly found on him from fighting, he has an appearance which earned him his nickname among the UCB; Lumpy.
Registered: Dec 15, 2017 5:33:07 GMT -8
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Post by Lumpy on Jul 31, 2018 18:45:30 GMT -8
Lumpy’s fingers weren’t nearly as nimble as Quelci’s or Ershadt’s. He didn’t possess Ershadt’s imagination and quick thinking for improvising creative theft techniques, and likewise lacked Quelci’s ambitious and well executed plans for lining her pockets. Sure, when the score was over and done with both Quelci and Ershadt would give some paltry amount of their loot to be split between the three gnomes, but they nearly always kept the biggest portion of their “findings” for themselves. In the end, the pockets that held the money kept the money, and this meant Lumpy regularly found himself on the shit end of the stick as far as whacking up the loot went. Lumpy was much more likely to employ brute force in his thievery. Much less likely to pick pockets to buy sweetrolls and much more likely to tackle the sweetroll stand itself to the ground, scoop up the rolls off the street, and run away pushing and shoving as fast as his gnome legs would carry him. As Lumpy entered the citadel, any ideas about smashing and grabbing left. It would never work here.
It was this notion that caused Lumpy some concern as he thought back to only a few moments before when Ershadt broke out the chocolates at the gates, and offered them to the guards. Ershadt never gave anyone anything. Least of all money, but chocolates so fine (if a little smushed) were a very close second, and certainly not to the bigfolk. Ershadt only ‘gave’ things away when he fully intended to have something much better for it later on, and chocolates immediately told Lumpy that Ershadt expected the score was going to be pretty damn sizable. The only problem, Lumpy thought to himself, was that Ershadt’s plans didn’t always work, and he was likely as not to get the three of them kicked out with his scheme and without the meat pie Lumpy so valued.
When he was sure none of the bigfolk were watching, Lumpy grabbed the curtain Ershadt had draped around himself, and pulled his fellow gnome in close. “If you screw Lumpy out of mmm-muh-meat pie and gravy,” he stammered, his voice quiet enough that only he and maybe Quelci could hear “Lumpy hit you until y-you - Look. Different.” Lumpy released Ershadt’s curtain and pretended to be helping him straighten it. Lumpy would likely not leave the citadel with much in the way of valuables, but he made it clear that Ershadt dicking the meat pies would not end well for him.
When the fruit pies came, Lumpy received a slap on the back of his head. He looked at Quelci, confused and then annoyed as she commandeered an entire half pie for herself. If she believed for a moment that Lumpy wouldn’t eat a pie she’d simply put her hand on, she was sadly mistaken. Lumpy had eaten things Quelci wouldn’t put near her feet, much less in her mouth, and if they were back in the forest with these pies she’d do very well to not end up with her hand licked clean of sugary fruit filling when the pies were gone. Lumpy didn’t use cutlery. In fact Lumpy hardly ever ate at a table. But he was royalty now, and royalty use cutlery.
“Meat pies!” Lumpy said loudly to the member of the waitstaff that brought the fruit pies. “And g-g-guh-gravy. Big jug of gravy. Meat pies, and lots gravy!” Lumpy spoke loudly, and made a point of saying the order twice, just in case these bigfolk were hard of hearing. He was taking exactly no chances that there wouldn’t be both meat pie, and extra gravy. Lumpy had yet to lay claim to his portion of the fruit pie, but as nice as sweets were, meat pie was far more important.
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Ershadt
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Sneaky gnome
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: Some gnome-years
Physical Description: Gnome sized.
Clothes and Equipment: Not at all clad in worn leather armor and carrying various tools to break things open with.
Player's online availability : When you least expect it!
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:58:08 GMT -8
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Post by Ershadt on Aug 1, 2018 12:04:49 GMT -8
Ershadt mumbled displeased to himself as they entered The Keep and bored his eyes into Qelci's neck. Damn her using the situation to grab the last pair of chocolates that weren't mashed - that was a dirty trick considering Ersadt was arguably the one who had secured them access to the keep. Being giving never paid off. Suddenly Ershadt felt the firm pull of the curtain he had draped himself in as he was tugged back. Damn, was it one of those metal can big folk that had recognized him?
"Oh... Lumpy..?!?" Ershadt muttered as his companion was giving him a very clear piece of his mind. "Uh... yeah sure big guy. Gravy and meat pie, no problem..!" Ershadt said taken aback by the sudden threatening character of Lumpy. Wiping his forehead after Lumpy had released his hold on Ershadt he adjusted the curtain to somewhat fit in as a piece of clothing again. Ershadt never screwed anything up though - not to his memory - but it felt like he might want to be extra certain that Lumpy got his prized meat pie before he put into action any of his plans to empty their coffers.
Ershadt's mood changed drastically as pie was served, and although Qelci greedily put her dirty hands on one of them, Ershadt snatched a piece of the second pie. The sensation on the tongue was extraordinary and it almost melted like syrup as the sweet taste blended with the fruity aroma. Ohh, Ershadt could live like this, sure he could!
"Y-yeah..! Give the Prince his meat ph-phie!" Ershadt exclaimed with his mouth filled with the fruit pie, quite motivated on Lumpy's behalf to see his plea fulfilled.
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Lumpy
Established
Tiny Giant
Roleplay posts: 10
Physical Description: Lumpy stands at an incredibly imposing 4ft tall, rather large for a gnome. Between his almost oddly muscled body and the bruises and welts commonly found on him from fighting, he has an appearance which earned him his nickname among the UCB; Lumpy.
Registered: Dec 15, 2017 5:33:07 GMT -8
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Post by Lumpy on Oct 15, 2018 4:05:18 GMT -8
After only a few minutes, Lumpy didn't give one lukewarm mouse fuck about the fruit pies his other two gnome compatriots were eating. He stayed completely quiet, and only occasionally looked around. Otherwise his eyes were locked on the door that the person who was meant to bring him his meat pie left through, a door that presumably lead to the kitchen. This was the calm before the storm.
Lumpy looked around. Everyone he could see was eating, drinking, some were laughing and having nice conversation. The tiny giant looked at the empty place-setting in front of him. Everyone had what they wanted but him. Lumpy was being left out. He was being intentionally excluded because he was a gnome, and to the big folk that meant he was small, stupid, and completely forgettable. Even the ridiculous get-up he was wearing did nothing, the bath had meant nothing, greasing his hair had meant nothing, he was still just a gnome, and that meant he could be overlooked. These and many more angering thoughts swirled in Lumpy's head as he waited in complete silence. The big folk knew he wanted meat pie. He'd practically screamed it at them. No one was that hard of hearing. They were doing this on purpose. Lumpy was seething.
Lumpy raised his fist and pounded on the solid wooden table in front of him three times, each blow hard enough to make the plates on the tabletop jump. "MEAT PIE!" he thundered. "MEAT PIE AND GRAVY!" the words roared up from the gnome's chest with bass. The angry gnome refused to be overlooked like this. The big folk would not ignore him.
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Ershadt
Established
Sneaky gnome
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: Some gnome-years
Physical Description: Gnome sized.
Clothes and Equipment: Not at all clad in worn leather armor and carrying various tools to break things open with.
Player's online availability : When you least expect it!
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:58:08 GMT -8
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Post by Ershadt on Oct 18, 2018 22:18:57 GMT -8
Ershadt put his index finger and thumb on both sides of the nose wall and rubbed as his face contorted into a closed eyed frown. That damn Lumpy never cared about anything but food and now it seemed like he had completely forgotten about their important mission. If they didn't ship Lumpy to Naoki, they might not see the mountains of pie they had dreamed of. Well one thing was certain and that was the fact that Lumpy wasn't going to move one inch before he had his lumped face smudged in gravy and meat pie - Ershadt wasn't even going to try.
Another fact however was the vast riches that the empress seemed to possess and with his usual flawless logic Ershadt thought that if they somehow didn't succeed with this plan he would at least have to secure a few coins for himself - especially now that Qelci had run off with the Ershadt's prize he snatched off the empress and seemingly had 'forgotten' about them. Yeah right. Why was he even still standing here? Towers of gold was waiting - and it could be converted into towers of pie, and then he'd start his own empire. With a wry smile he pressed his back up the wall in used his skills to silently slip through the half open door leading further into the Citadel - like water running through a crevice in the ground.
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Qelci
Established
Sarcastic Gnome
Roleplay posts: 14
Physical Description: A small gnome with a bad attitude.
(It's pronounced "Kelsey".)
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 8:50:12 GMT -8
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Post by Qelci on Oct 18, 2018 23:22:32 GMT -8
Qelci was so full of pie she could barely move, and the child's princess dress that she had liberated was fairly straining at the seams, and still the meat course hadn't arrived. Lumpy had a good a point. Whre was the meat? Qelci, despite being overstuffed, looked around shiftily from side to side, then clambered up onto the table, standing to her full height (which was not very big) and smoothing down her dress. She adjusted the bosom of her bodice and flicked back her hair, then took a deep breath.
Yelling at the top of her voice, which was surprisingly loud for such small gnome, Qelci addressed the serving staff of the citadel and anyone else who was listening. “My son, the Noble Prince Guttercup The Forty Fifth of Shaftwood Grove requires the pie of meat, and shall not be ignored by you filthy big people peasants! We demand at once to receive the pies of finest meat and thereafter to immediately be taken to an audience with your empress of the furry ears as my son is the chief candidate for her suitor and bridegroom! Do not treat us gnomes with disrespect or I will royally shank you in the kneecaps! AT ONCE! WE ARE ROYALTY YOU KNOW.”
Qelci then stood down from the table, hoping she had made her point, and then emitted a loud burp as she patted Lumpy on the back. It didn't escape her notice to see Ershadt sidle stealthily from the room. Where was that little sneak off to? She wondered, making a note to follow him out if things got overly violent in here.
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Lumpy
Established
Tiny Giant
Roleplay posts: 10
Physical Description: Lumpy stands at an incredibly imposing 4ft tall, rather large for a gnome. Between his almost oddly muscled body and the bruises and welts commonly found on him from fighting, he has an appearance which earned him his nickname among the UCB; Lumpy.
Registered: Dec 15, 2017 5:33:07 GMT -8
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Post by Lumpy on Oct 19, 2018 14:35:09 GMT -8
Lumpy got to his feet by sliding off the edge of his chair, a short drop as his little legs did not quite reach the floor as he sat in the chair designed for normally sized humans. He turned around to the table immediately behind him as Qelci spoke, and gave the slightly elderly looking man in the chair a violent shove at the hips. The man would have to either have to fall to the ground, or catch himself on his feet. Either way, he would have to vacate the chair. Lumpy grabbed the back of the newly empty chair, and swung it ferociously with all his might at the table leg of the table the man and a few others were sitting at. The chair proved sturdy enough, and the gnome strong enough, to break the table leg off. The table leg skipped across the floor with its forward momentum, and in an instant Lumpy dropped the chair and grabbed the edge of the table. He yanked down, and the now 3-legged table toppled sending the plates of food and centerpiece onto the ground in a pile. Lumpy looked through the food hastily, and found it to be mostly fruits and some pastries. There was no meat pie.
Lumpy, still enraged, grabbed the broken chair he'd just used to break the table, and threw it overhand at the door the big folk were coming in and out of with the food. It didn't quite make the journey, and smashed onto the stone floor some few meters away from the gnome. "The next Buh-Buh-Big Folk that comes out of that door, BETTER HAVE M.. MUH-MEAT PIE!" Lumpy stammered. "MEAT PIE AND GRAVY!" The gnome's outburst seemed only poised to pick up steam as he looked around for the next person or object he would focus his rage on.
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Inspector Zurt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 3000 years of storage, only recently activated.
Physical Description: A monster of metal and magic, Zurt's body features countless spikes of razor sharp metal. A slight glow of something can be seen between parts of the metal in his chest area. He moves via numerous metallic tentacles in an almost mesmerizing way. His hands feature long sharp talons on each finger, shaking his hand is not advised.
He is approximately 7 feet tall when in his normal standing position. It should be noted he can fit his body through surprisingly small spaces despite his bulky appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wields a whip which can extend to 15 feet long. It features sharp shards of metal, made of the same thing Zurt himself is made of. It appears to have a life of its own almost, as Zurt can command it to move in any such way he desires.
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Registered: Dec 9, 2015 9:55:31 GMT -8
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Post by Inspector Zurt on Oct 22, 2018 16:53:49 GMT -8
Inspector Zurt was no guard of the Citadel, his job was to oversee the daily operation of the Black Tower. However, keeping everything orderly and neat was a skill set he excelled at, and he found the state of the Keep Hall anything but that as he slithered into it. Something was causing a great racket, and Zurt had no intention of allowing it to continue. He had come here to deliver his monthly report to the Empress on the Black Towers current status, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t first going to put a stop to whatever debauchery was currently occurring.
The two gnomes, Qelci and Lumpy, were quite easy to spot, given all the yelling and screaming they were doing. Perhaps they’d hear the sound of his metal tentacles grinding against the stone floor as Zurt made a beeline towards them, or perhaps they wouldn’t given the unholy ruckus they were causing. The Inspectors two beady red eyes glared at the two gnomes, although his primary focus was on Lumpy, whom from the looks of it had broken off one of the legs of the table and pushed it over. Absolute filth. If there hadn’t been other onlookers in the hall, Zurt would have considered turning the gnomes into mincemeat and having the cooks use that to replace the food they had ruined. Instead, he would have to settle to for something less traumatic for onlookers.
“What are you two degenerate lifeforms screaming about? I don’t know what filthy pigsty you were raised in, but this behavior will not be tolerated in Isra, especially inside the Empress’s Citadel. The two of you better come over to me right now and explain yourselves."
Zurt’s metallic voice was quite unpleasant to listen to, rough and jarring on the ears, it was loud enough for both the gnomes to hear even had they been screaming at the top of their lungs.
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Qelci
Established
Sarcastic Gnome
Roleplay posts: 14
Physical Description: A small gnome with a bad attitude.
(It's pronounced "Kelsey".)
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 8:50:12 GMT -8
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Post by Qelci on Oct 23, 2018 9:01:57 GMT -8
Things started to get out of hand fairly quickly as Lumpy began pushing over old folks and breaking furniture, and Qelci began to feel the tide turning against the Upstanding Citizen's Brigade (otherwise known as the Shaftwood Grove Royal Delegation), and her eyes darted two and fro as she slid off the bench under the table and started crawling around looking for things to steal while Lumpy caused a ruckus. Obviously it was too late to convince them that they were just here to have a polite conversation with the fox ear lady and now Lumpy had reverted to type and was kicking off, Qelci had to salvage whatever she could from the situation, and that meant … theft.
While Lumpy provided a distraction, she popped up elsewhere, grabbing what she could out of any handbags or satchels left unattended on the way, then looting as many candlesticks, platters, forks, knives or food items as she could stash into a tablecloth. She pulled out the lit candles and threw them over her shoulder, not caring where they fell, and didn't bother to check if the holders were silver or plain wood before chucking them into her cloth.
When the metal monster thing entered the hall and demanded that they explained themselves to him, Qelci knew it was time to skedaddle. “Lumpy, lets scarper!” she hissed as she scampered past the Tiny Giant, keeping low to the ground with her bag of swag, and legging it towards the very door that Ershadt had disappeared through some few minutes earlier. Her heart was beating fast but she wasn't quite terrified out of her wits just yet, believing that Lumpy would make an adequate bait for monster while she ran if he chose to fight rather than flee. This thing was definitely scarier than that blue dragon though.
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Lumpy
Established
Tiny Giant
Roleplay posts: 10
Physical Description: Lumpy stands at an incredibly imposing 4ft tall, rather large for a gnome. Between his almost oddly muscled body and the bruises and welts commonly found on him from fighting, he has an appearance which earned him his nickname among the UCB; Lumpy.
Registered: Dec 15, 2017 5:33:07 GMT -8
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Post by Lumpy on Oct 23, 2018 13:22:17 GMT -8
Lumpy seemed bent on starting an all-out brawl with the bigfolk as he threw an overhand jab at the side of a random bystander trying to pass between the tiny giant and a nearby table. "I'M - I'M GUH-GONNA SHIT YOUR MILK!" he roared angrily at the person as they simply kept moving after his quick punch. Lumpy's princely facade was now completely gone.
The inspector's words came to Lumpy as he was mid way through a violent yank on another table leg, it breaking off in the gnome's hands. He held the small end of the table leg in both hands and swung it about aimlessly, hitting nothing of real note in his blind outburst with his improvised wooden maul. As the meaning of the words registered with the gnome, he looked in the direction of the harsh, metallic sounding voice. It was only now that he laid eyes on the giant metal octopus. If Lumpy wasn't immediately scared out of his rage at the sight of the inspector (which he was), he would have found a way to belittle the metal octopus for asking a question that he'd literally been screaming the answer to at the top of his lungs.
"Break out!" he shouted to Qelci as he took off running along the wall that held the door she was headed for. At nearly a flat sprint, Lumpy's stolen princely cloak flapped behind him as he ran, his feet pounding against the stone floor of the Keep Hall. As he neared the door, Lumpy flung the table leg in the general direction of the inspector, but the odds of it making even a dent in the metal beast were extremely low, even if it did somehow hit its intended target.
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Inspector Zurt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 3000 years of storage, only recently activated.
Physical Description: A monster of metal and magic, Zurt's body features countless spikes of razor sharp metal. A slight glow of something can be seen between parts of the metal in his chest area. He moves via numerous metallic tentacles in an almost mesmerizing way. His hands feature long sharp talons on each finger, shaking his hand is not advised.
He is approximately 7 feet tall when in his normal standing position. It should be noted he can fit his body through surprisingly small spaces despite his bulky appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wields a whip which can extend to 15 feet long. It features sharp shards of metal, made of the same thing Zurt himself is made of. It appears to have a life of its own almost, as Zurt can command it to move in any such way he desires.
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Registered: Dec 9, 2015 9:55:31 GMT -8
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Post by Inspector Zurt on Oct 24, 2018 15:33:07 GMT -8
The table leg hit Zurt squarely in the face and promptly bounced off, hitting a nearby serving boy in the gut resulting in the poor lad crumpling to the floor, the wind completely knocked out of him. The Inspector didn’t pay any mind to the collateral damage the gnomes had just caused and began practically gliding across the floor in pursuit of the pair of vagabonds. Any guards, attendants, or even tables for that matter would find themselves knocked out of Zurt’s path as he sped after the gnomes, the grinding of his tentacles on the floor growing in intensity as he picked up speed.
“You think running from me will help you? Know that for each step you take away from me it’ll be another hundred lashes when I get my hands on you!”
Although it was hard to tell given the nature of his voice, some might say it almost sounded like Zurt was getting a bit excited by the chase. After all, there weren’t many people who opposed Inspector Zurt’s orders, and he couldn’t very well punish those who did what he told them. But these dirty gnomes, on the other hand, they were resisting arrest! A small smile, if it could even be called that, revealed rows of sharpened metal teeth.
Onlookers might notice the air around Zurt’s left hand beginning to quiver a bit from the heat that was beginning to build in it. In his right, he held his whip, although he made no move to use it at present.
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Qelci
Established
Sarcastic Gnome
Roleplay posts: 14
Physical Description: A small gnome with a bad attitude.
(It's pronounced "Kelsey".)
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 8:50:12 GMT -8
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Post by Qelci on Oct 30, 2018 14:07:22 GMT -8
Qelci had somewhat of a head start on the tentacle monstrosity as she disappeared through the door Ershadt had last been seen scuttling through, Lumpy thudding down the hall behind her. Praying abstractly to the god of thieves (to whom she had ‘forgotten’ to make sacrifices several years in a row she bombed it down the corridors of the Citadel Keep. Normally quite nippy and agile as well as stealthy, the huge bag of swag wasn’t doing her any favours – not only was it heavy and slowing her down, it was aslo loud and making a variety of clinky clanky noises. Qelci swore to herself she decided to just chuck it. She let go of one end of the tablecloth, letting assorted bits of cutlery, tableware, purses, half eaten food and whatever else she’d manage to pinch, scatter across the floor behind her like giant-size assorted caltrops. She grabbed Lumpy by the wrist and dragged him into a side corridor, running until she found a door ajar, and without looking ran straight through and shut it fast behind her. [OOC note to The Isran Empire : Since you own the setting I will let you decide where the random door leads!]
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