Sivale
Established
Roleplay posts: 23 
Age: 27
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'2 in height, slim but with a strength unseen by her physical form.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: May 7, 2019 13:22:57 GMT -8
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Post by Sivale on May 9, 2019 17:28:47 GMT -8
“Request, request, request.”
Rasping and growling the word slipped from his mouth as if gravel decorated his very tongue the slicing manner in which it tore across his vocal cords sounded painful. His expression did nothing to deny the very insistence that there was something sorely wrong about the way he spoke for it was pained. Dark eyes circled by deep wells of sleepless nights and pupils fixed, barely reflecting the light of the outside torches. Dressed in rags that barely hung upon his thin frame he was an elder. Hair grey and thinning, frazzled and loose, allowed to decorate his brow with bush that framed the deadest glance of a living man any might have ever witnessed.
Khepri had not made her grand entrance or rather grand exit after Roxanne was launched out the door and it was definitively slammed behind her. Her shoddy memory would not change her present, harm it possibly, but this encounter was one she might remember.
“You,” he latched onto Roxanne with his eyes. He was some distance, having just rounded the corner of the hall when Khepri came about her tipsiness driving her to leap into the air. He wavered as if uncertain of his prize deciding on the original. She was the one in the vision, "You," he uttered, louder now, the word scraping and crawling its way from his throat as if it wanted to make physical purchase and then his hands if possible. Grasping the edges of her shirt he aimed for the abdomen drawing out the fabric and falling to his knees. Whether he made contact or not the clearer view of his face showed the aggravation of his veins. Ones hidden beneath the surface rested upon the surface, painting him with blue across his cheeks, down his neck, and surrounding his eyes illuminating the bloodshot nature the iris itself pure black.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on May 9, 2019 17:59:07 GMT -8
Roxanne glared at Khepri as she came bouncing out from the tavern, ready to toss her right back in through the window if she made another smart comment. That bird seemed to feed on attention, and it drove Roxanne crazy to see her so pleased with herself. However, before she could form her thoughts coherently enough to yell at her, Khepri surprised her with a very large bottle of very fine wine. Her angry shouting died in her throat as she took the gift, reduced to some low grumbling.
"I don't see why it always has to be me who gets thrown out," she complained. "You always get showered in gifts no matter where you go. It isn't fair."
However, the unfairness of the matter was soon the least of her worries when some creepy old man came staggering down the street right towards her. Between the liquor and Khepri, she didn't notice him until he was almost upon her, grabbing and pulling at her shirt. She gasped, lashing out with a kick towards the man's stomach as hard as she could.
"Get off me!" she cried, clutching the bottle of wine tightly with one hand while trying to pull her shirt out of the man's hands with the other. "Get away!"
As his face became visible, Roxanne shuddered. Something was clearly wrong here, and it seemed that this man was no mere drunken pervert. Was he sick? Was this a plague? A wave of terror flowed through her body as she imagined catching the plague. She'd have to get to her room as quickly as she could, get out of these clothes, and burn them. What if he got his blood on her?
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on May 9, 2019 18:30:29 GMT -8
"Oh, what are you on about now-" the Bird complained as she lazily spun around, only to see her bodyguard under attack from a man who could be bowled over by a fragile breeze.
Raising a brow, she floated over, perching lightly on Roxanne's shoulder with a grimace. Her weight didn't add much of anything to the warrior's burdens, as her wings were still catching the celestial wind that followed all her kind. This man certainly did add quite a bit of burden to both their minds, however.
"Who do you think you are, elder, grabbing at my keeper like some beggar? Are you sick? Surely, the village medic would not refuse you, no?"
Though her words were harsh, someone who knew her well might pick out the concern in her voice. Those who aged in her society were much closer to death than even human counterparts.
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Sivale
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 27
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'2 in height, slim but with a strength unseen by her physical form.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: May 7, 2019 13:22:57 GMT -8
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Post by Sivale on May 10, 2019 4:16:31 GMT -8
Roxanne lacked a sense of magic within her bones but not the physical strength to lower him to the ground in one swift movement. Frankly his own was impressive for even in his state as he never relinquished hold upon the edge of her shirt the lifeline it was granting him what little peace he had left after the wretched deal he made. His debt would be paid by delivering a message and his intent was to pass it along no matter the cost for peace would not be allowed him.
The thumping of the passage of blood in his body rang in his ears. He heard his heartbeat. Felt the distinct thudding as one side closed and the other opened. It squeezed and provided life in his frailness but only until he was finished.
“Please,” he pleaded voice clearing slightly a whimper on his lips, “You’ve angered them, they will seek you until you seek her.”
Scant attention was paid to Khepri’s comments only his chin lifting as he looked right through her and yet saw her, “You face it as well, you face persecution and ridicule at their hands.”
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on May 10, 2019 9:14:27 GMT -8
The disturbing old man's words made no sense to Roxanne, but unsettled her nonetheless. What was he talking about? Did he have the wrong person? What was going on, and why was she in the center of it? When she'd complained about Khepri getting all the attention, this wasn't what she'd meant! She didn't know how the man could possibly still be holding onto her shirt, but she was sure that if he didn't let go soon he'd begin tearing the fabric.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, voice shrill with fright. "Get away from me, you madman! I haven't angered anyone. I don't know what you're saying!"
She kicked him again for good measure. If he tore her shirt, then he might touch her bare skin. What if the strange disease was transmitted through touch? Clearly it had robbed him of his health and his senses, and the last thing she needed was to catch some awful incurable illness. She looked up at Khepri, who was perched uselessly on her shoulder. Roxanne had always hated when she did that. She'd never liked being looked down upon.
"Don't just stand there," she hissed. "Do something! Get him off me!"
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on May 10, 2019 17:21:03 GMT -8
Persecution, ridicule. That hit a little too close to home, causing Khepri to narrow her eyes suspiciously at the man pulling at Roxanne's clothes. To the warrior, his babble was only that. To Khepri, who was a creature of magic, accustomed to its quirks and its hinderances as much as she was to its wonders, it was a warning.
Kicking off of Roxy's shoulders, she landed beside the man, reaching for the hand he used to grab onto her keeper. "Tell me," she demanded, her sharp eyes piercing into his own. "Who is it she has angered? Who are we supposed to seek and how do we find her?"
The woman's tone of voice was surprisingly firm, one that even those close to her had not heard since she came down from her floating islets. Her other hand reached up for the man's shoulder.
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Sivale
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 27
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'2 in height, slim but with a strength unseen by her physical form.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: May 7, 2019 13:22:57 GMT -8
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Post by Sivale on May 10, 2019 17:38:00 GMT -8
Roxanne cried out in a higher pitch and his eyes scrunched tight and he released the instant that she made contact once again his ears ringing. Making contact in the center of his chest there was a distinctive crack and a ripple across his sternum as his ribs cracked. Gasping his hands came inward clenching the fabric to get to his skin, to relieve his respiration’s, pain tore through his chest like fire consuming him the concave position kept him from breathing fully and his heart was pressed as well. The blue lines around his eyes became less noticeable the thickness dying down as did the force of the blood going through his veins.
The kindness of Khepri, her soothing voice, it reached him as if she were water poured along him. He spoke one word at a time, struggling,”Fae- Sivale- She’s- Seen.”
Her hand taking his from his chest as her other kept him upright unknowingly he saw her beauty then his eyes refocusing. Sivale was a demon but she... she had to be an angel, “Please...”
This message was his final atonement.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on May 10, 2019 18:25:45 GMT -8
As long as she'd known her, Roxanne had never known Khepri to be this serious. She stared at the bird-woman, shocked at what she was hearing. Not an ounce of flirtation or innuendos in her voice. What was going on? Something dire must be happening, to get Khepri in a state like this. She almost kicked the strange man again out of principle, but stopped when he let go of her shirt. His words rang in Roxanne's ears, and she watched him suspiciously as he slumped to the ground, half-convinced that he would rise up again and strike.
"Fae Sivael?" she repeated, turning to Khepri. "Do you know what that means? I've never heard of that...I definitely don't like the sound of it, though. Fae are nothing but trouble. Almost as bad as witches. They kidnap children and steal butter cookies and eat cats...at least, that's what my grandmother always told me. Can't trust them."
She sighed, stepping away from the fallen man.
"Let's get back, I need to change out of these clothes...I definitely don't want to catch whatever that guy had."
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on May 16, 2019 14:40:04 GMT -8
Khepri could feel it as the old man struggled with his words: his life, the light that dwelled within living things, all that he was made of, becoming nothing in a way that was like it had never been.
Lines fought to mar her features, but practice taught her how to keep them at bay. She listened intently to his words, seeing that they would be his last. She kept a hand on his back, helping him support himself through his own fight.
When at last she felt his weight press against her arms, she laid him down and closed his eyes, grey now, but focused on her till the end. She whispered something beneath her breath, then turned to face Roxanne. "Do the people of Taingaard bury their dead or burn them? We ought to let someone know so they can take care of him."
Floating to her feet, she took to the air once more. "Fae Sivael. It might be that this Fae has cast a curse on you, Roxanne, and if that's the case, we're going to have to find her and try to get her to remove it. I'm not familiar with the magic here and it would take me too long to figure out how to destroy it. You'd be dead by then, I imagine."
Khepri didn't think there was a curse on Roxanne at all, but she knew such words would better coax her into finding this person.
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Sivale
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 27
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'2 in height, slim but with a strength unseen by her physical form.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: May 7, 2019 13:22:57 GMT -8
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Post by Sivale on May 16, 2019 18:09:53 GMT -8
He lingered but moments, held within the arms of a woman he believed so angelic when his deals had been made with the very devil in disguise. What portion of his life remained was blessed by her light the words of Roxanne never reaching his ears as he basked in the glory of the russet-colored goddess. Eyes bright for but one last moment there was a shudder of death traveling through his body and out through his lungs. One last full breath that lingered before everything came to a halt. His body was nothing if not spent but it had been spent in service of his people, of one who directed him not only for her own will but to serve the very gods of Taingaard as they saw fit.
The swinging door that was the entrance to the hall popped open a moment later a younger man coming out who appeared green around his gills. He'd been forced to take one swig too many and was in danger of losing the contents of his stomach. Seeing Alfrich upon the ground was the final straw and he turned and lost it directly next to a barrel he was using in order to keeping himself upright.
"Poor old sod," he muttered half lost in his alcohol and the other half in his emotions. Alfrich was a scary old bastard, but kind enough, and his blanket sat by the wayside of the fire that burned inside.
Wiping his mouth with his sleeve he finally paid attention to the two woman, one of which was floating, he was blaming that on the alcohol along with his next few words, "You broke some hearts in there eh pretty bird lady," he noticed Roxanne a moment later his expression still as bemused, "You seem more likely to break faces."
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on May 16, 2019 21:35:46 GMT -8
"A curse? What do you mean, a curse?"
Roxanne stared at Khepri, eyes wide. She'd been cursed now? How had she been cursed? What had she ever done to this Fae Sivian to deserve such a thing? Surely it had to be a mistake. Who was this Fae Sivian, anyways? How did Khepri know that she was cursed? Of course, Khepri knew more about magic than she did. Roxanne had never displayed any sort of aptitude for magic whatsoever, and preferred to put her trust in steel instead. The thought of being cursed terrified her, and her head spun as the alcohol compounded her anxiety.
"We have to find her, then. How are we supposed to find her, huh? I don't even know who she is or what she looks like! Why me, Khepri? I didn't do anything!"
It was just then that the drunken young man stumbled from the inn. Roxanne turned away as his last meal splattered on the ground, not wanting to get sick herself. However, her head whipped around at his comment, and she glared at him. She definitely was not in the mood for this sort of thing right now. Why did it seem like she was the only one who could tell that Khepri caused trouble everywhere she went? Why did she always get blamed for everything?
"Keep running your mouth and you'll find out exactly how true that is," she snarled, cracking her knuckles. She considered hitting the man right here and now, but decided against it. Perhaps he could help them with their predicament.
"By the way, do you know of a Fae Sivian? Who she is, where she lives? Tell me and I won't hit you. Probably."
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on May 21, 2019 14:24:25 GMT -8
Khepri opened her mouth to answer Roxanne just as the young drunk walked out of the mead hall. Without smiling, she replied, "Well, I'll have to visit again sometime to put them back together."
Keeping the old man at the edge of her sight, she edged closer to Roxanne, stepping on her head. She put her hands on her hips and huffed. "Could you behave for one moment while I try to get things done? I don't pay you to talk."
With that said, she bounced off and made her way over to this new face. "I apologize profusely for my bodyguard. Surely you must understand how difficult it is to protect someone like myself. If you don't mind, however, it is important that we know who this Fae Sivian is. This poor fellow died with her name on his lips. You wouldn't happen to know anything at all? I could make it worth your time."
Her last few words played like a song, lilting at the man before her, pulling the strings of his heart.
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Sivale
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 27
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'2 in height, slim but with a strength unseen by her physical form.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: May 7, 2019 13:22:57 GMT -8
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Post by Sivale on May 23, 2019 5:52:49 GMT -8
Roxanne was quite threatening and his stagger was certainly betraying the fact he was quite clearly in over his head on how much alcohol had entered his system. Most Taingaardains had a tendency to overindulge and starting at a young age he had quite the tolerance but when they started having competitions he wasn’t quite up to par yet and vomiting inside was frowned upon. Therefore he was out here now taking care of business and apparently insulting someone who’s as quite willing to take out her frustrations on him.
“Yeah,” he finally answered Khepri as she approached him. Only vaguely aware his breath smelled less than perfect he still smiled beautifically in response to her kindness before he was then reminded of the death of Alfrich. The man had been on the verge of death for some time, Sivale’s grip into him deep and strong and keeping him going far longer than he might have should.
“I ain’t heard of no Sivean,” his pronunciation was slurred but he got out what he meant continuing shortly after eyeing Roxanne to make sure she wasn’t getting closer, “Only name he ever uttered was Sivale, that blood witch that Tain Haldar seems to fancy enough to keep about. Damn useful I’m told but she still gives me the jeebies.”
A shiver went up his spine at the thought making him waver one hand holding onto the barrel beside him.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on May 23, 2019 15:22:46 GMT -8
Roxanne did not like Khepri's condescending tone one bit, nor did she appreciate being stepped on. Khepri never seemed to be as light as she thought she was, and the sharp talons were a menace. Still, she bit her tongue and resisted the urge to smack the bird-woman. Despite how annoying she was, she was finally using those powers of hers for something useful. Besides, she'd probably dodge the smack, which would be embarrassing.
The young man's words gave Roxanne pause, and her blood ran cold. A witch? Not only just any witch, but one attached to a Tain who likely wouldn't appreciate his little pet witch being roughed up. This situation was getting worse and worse, and she still didn't even know what she'd done. Stepping forward, she grabbed the man by the collar and shoved him roughly against the wall. She didn't have time to play games or wait for Khepri's little spells, not while she had a potentially deadly curse on her.
"Where?" she demanded, shaking the man. "Where does she live? Where can I find her? Answer me, tell me now!"
Looking back over her shoulder, she glanced up at Khepri, infuriated by the way she floated and fluttered about through the air. How could she be so carefree at a time like this?
"You told me you could detect curses," she said. "Why didn't you tell me?"
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on May 27, 2019 11:13:07 GMT -8
The Bird gasped as Roxanne rushed past her, flapping backward to keep her distance. She surely did pick the roughest of the ruffians when she ventured out into the worlds below. The most impatient and insufferable one, too!
"Gods, you oaf, unhand him unless you want all the mead he's been downing all over your shirt!" she hissed, crossing her arms. She was making such good progress only for Roxanne to smear her hands all over it. She would have to dock her pay if this kind of behavior continued.
She did speak the woman's name on her lips. "Sivale... Roxanne, you had me repeating the name wrong the entire time! I knew it wasn't Sivean!" she complained. "And the curse was only just put on you. That's why I mentioned it."
All lies.
Waiting for the man to answer, she gazed at him intently, swooping past Roxanne's shoulder to float at his side, just outside of vomit distance.
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Sivale
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 27
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'2 in height, slim but with a strength unseen by her physical form.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: May 7, 2019 13:22:57 GMT -8
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Post by Sivale on May 28, 2019 9:02:15 GMT -8
He wanted to answer, he really did, with Roxanne in his face and shaking him he actually feared the woman might skin him alive for answers her behavior erratic and quite unpredictable. Even her winged companion seemed to believe that backing away was the best choice. Frankly he might have backed away if she did not have him cornered, then she began shaking, and what little was left in his stomach sloshed. His already half green complexion from his earlier bout was about to return and if she did not release his shoulder when he covered his mouth, only a partial warning other than his eyes getting large, he would either vomit upon her or turn slightly to the side some landing on her boots.
Should it have landed either way and she not fully moved he'd want to double over some of the acid and bile still in his throat that he would spit upon the ground the substance rather yellow in appearance and a groan coming from him.
"Ye don't have to shake me ya know," he did not apologize, not yet, but he did answer, "I don't know where she lives but I'm sure it ain't far from Haldar himself. She's right quick to be by his side when he calls."
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on May 28, 2019 21:19:03 GMT -8
Roxanne glared up at Khepri, taking her eyes off of the young man for a moment. She was definitely not in the mood for the bothersome bird's complaining and arguing, and it took everything she had not to pick up a convenient rock and throw it at her.
"Shut up, Khepri," she snapped. "Who asked you, anyways? Does it even matter who cursed me? I'm still cursed, aren't I? Sivean, Sivale, they're close enough. They both start w-"
She was cut off as the shaking proved too much for the young man, who vomited the contents of his stomach onto her shirt. Roxanne gasped, shoving the man away and leaping back, but it was far too late. Staring down at her soiled shirt, she groaned, revolted.
"Ugh...that's disgusting. I wouldn't have shaken you if you'd answered sooner. We'll go find Haldar, then. Find him, then find his little witch. I really ought to find a new shirt first, though..."
Did she have time to find a new shirt, though? It would take a while to get back to her inn, and she didn't know if the curse would take effect by then. No, time was of the essence when it came to witches and their curses. Still, she couldn't very well walk around town covered in this man's vomit. Where was she supposed to find some new clotohes, though? It wasn't as though Khepri had any that she could borrow. She glanced back up at the man, noting with some annoyance the lack of vomit staining his own clothes.
"Give me your shirt," she said. "I need it. Come on, it's the least you can do for puking on me. I'll even give you some gold for it, see?"
Rummaging in her pocket, she pulled out a couple of coins. A hefty price for a dubiously clean and likely poorly-fitting tunic to be sure, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on May 31, 2019 20:46:44 GMT -8
The birdwoman scoffed. She grimaced. She gaped!
So many emotions flooded her all at once, especially with Roxanne making an absolute fool out of herself. To think, she was telling her to shut up after she had given her sage advice on not shaking the man silly! Well, she'd gotten her just deserts anyway.
"Just take your shirt off and ditch it. Why would you want his smelly shirt anyway? We can just buy another one!" she complained. She knew only one good reason for wearing clothes and that was for taking them off. "I don't understand why it would be such a problem. Our lodge isn't far and no one's going to be ogling you if I take their attention. Does that make you feel better?"
She zoomed in closer behind Roxy and put her hand next to her mouth. "You'd best leave now before she decides to make more of a fool out of herself. Gods know what she'll do then!"
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Sivale
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 27
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'2 in height, slim but with a strength unseen by her physical form.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: May 7, 2019 13:22:57 GMT -8
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Post by Sivale on Jun 1, 2019 14:43:25 GMT -8
“Aye lass you can have it just don’t shake me again,” he was already agreeable to handing it over before she started bringing out coins because he had enough of losing the contents of his stomach and didn’t fancy it happening again. He drew it straight over his head holding it out to her at arms length.
His eyes wandered down to the dead man on the ground, his color had completely drained from his face now but the skin was crumpled, loose around his eyes and his neck giving him the appearance that he’d lived well over one hundred years. His time had yet to come whether he was aware of it or not as a large Oxen came from down the lane. It moved slow, every step purposeful into it arrived before the two and before the body. It nudged it gently letting out a lonesome sound akin to braying before his head rose looking to the those around nodding its head up and down insistently before nudging his body again.
His commitment was commendable but it was the odd look in the eyes of the creature that might capture their attention, they were pure black, no color reflected within them. There was a strain around the edges of it and he had the same effect beneath his skin as Alfrich himself the veins engorged and dangerously large.
The kid who’d came out to leave his stomach contents upon the ground wanted to inch away without interfering but he had known Alfrich since he was a boy. He could not simply leave him on the ground and no curse was going to hit him for ignoring a sign as it came his way.
He’d slip around Roxanne to the old man grunting as he lifted his shoulders, “Miss you care to help me, I think it means to take it with him.”
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jun 1, 2019 15:39:07 GMT -8
Roxanne's eyes widened in shock at Khepri's "helpful" suggestion, and she strongly considered smacking her for such a ludicrous idea. Despite the liquor, however, she still had enough sense about her to stay her hand. After all, she still needed the bird-woman's help, as infuriating as she could be. How else was she supposed to get this curse lifted, especially since she couldn't even tell that she was cursed in the first place? Once they were done with this, though, she vowed to part ways with Khepri for good...but that was what she always said, and they always seemed to end up hanging around each other in the end. She needed better friends.
"Just take it off?" she demanded. "What sort of idea is that, huh? I'm not some...some slattern, walking around without a shirt on! We're in the middle of the street, of course people are going to ogle! Not everyone is like you, you know."
She accepted the young man's shirt, giving him a muttered "thanks" and the coins. Turning away from him, she carefully pulled off her soiled shirt and tossed it away, before putting on the new shirt. It wasn't particularly clean and was far too big for her, but at least it was cleaner than what she'd just discarded. Looking up, she realized where she was facing and hoped that nobody had been looking out the windows of the tavern. There was nothing to be done about that now, though, and she turned back just in time to spot the strange, dark-eyed ox.
"What's this now?" she asked. "That ox looks sick...but I suppose I can help you load him up."
She helped the young man lift the corpse up onto the creature's back, trying her best to only touch his garments and not his bare skin. After all, she still couldn't rule out the possibility that he had some sort of plague, and getting sick was the last thing she needed right now. Once the cadaver had been draped over the ox's back, she eyed the creature suspiciously.
"Hey," she said. "Khepri, look at this. There's something wrong with this ox, just like that dead guy. Do you think this Sivian or Sivale or whatever sent it? Maybe we should follow it."
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