The City of Thíos
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Roleplay posts: 14 
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 15:33:24 GMT -8
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Post by The City of Thíos on Sept 8, 2018 8:43:52 GMT -8
Neamh Falls is the main entrance into Thíos*. A clearing, showing the heavens above, allows a cascade of water to fall over 500 feet into the depths which sustains the city. It’s a long climb down, and even the manual elevators aren’t timely. On reaching the bottom, a traveller would seem to see some sort of holiday destination. A clear pool surrounded by a serene beach, cliffs and ledges draped in greenery. And, as the only taste of the ‘outdoors’ many Thíos residents have access to, it is always busy. Stalls line the beach, selling traditional Thían gifts. Children paddle, adults bathe in the filtered sun, and even for an outsider it’s an insanely beautiful place.
Entrance into the tunnels which lead to the city are heavily guarded, and one needs either citizenship or a permit to enter. Visitors are not exactly shunned, but Thíans are a very proud and loyal people, who can be very mistrustful.
When night falls, Neamh Falls can turn into quite the opposite of a haven. It is a notorious suicide spot, and the host to those sentenced to death. This twisted, two-sided place is enough to have any outsider questioning their visit. It’s almost a warning. |
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Rook
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Roleplay posts: 25 
Age: 56
Physical Description: Fair and strong-featured Rook closely fits one's definition of typical beauty. His hair is long and white, broken only by two small antlers sprouting from the top of his head due to his Satyr nature.
He stands at 5'05" (Minus the horns) and his eyes are golden, piercing things. His legs and feet are slender and terminate in delicate hooves.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rook wears loose clothing of earthy colors and often wears a mantle of white fur. He also adorns himself in several trinkets he's found in his travels.
He has a harp he carries with him, and amuses himself with its music.
While armed with a wicked short sword and knife, he often opts to use his tongue and spells.
Has a bow with arrows.
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Registered: Mar 14, 2018 21:17:49 GMT -8
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Post by Rook on Sept 9, 2018 14:52:12 GMT -8
*Creak, creak, creak*
An insistent, whining squeal with every rotation of the pully was enough to sting the sensitive ears of the satyr. An unpleasant beginning to his newest endeavor. For the many years the fey had wandered, he had only recently found himself in the company of human civilization, and to find himself in a human civilization under the earth itself? Well, the situation was simply too intriguing to pass up. He had never been beneath the earth, in the embrace of the warm, moist soil of nature. It was an appealing prospect, and as he sat cross-legged on the center of the lift he made certain to peek over the small half-wall that served as railing in an attempt to keep anyone from reaching their destination much quicker than the lift allowed. Those humans around him stood awkwardly, attempting the crowd away from the queer individual who seating himself so strangely in their midst.
Unfortunately this particular curiosity was less for his own pleasure, and more out of necessity. His hooves provided inadequate surface area for the creaking, swaying lift and he had no hope of keeping his balance on the way down. As such, he was quite content to plant himself firmly to the ground. At last the elevator reached the floor, and as people began to shuffle out, they soon forgot any peculiarities they had suffered to make it here. How could they bother with one strange nonhuman when they could see the splendor of the gracefully cascading Neamh Falls?
Even Rook soon forgot any discomfort. When he had at last managed to wriggle free of the tangle of exiting bodies his golden eyes gleamed with unrestrained pleasure at the sight of such natural beauty. A micro bay, complete with a small beach and tourists. A small, puffy tail wagged in excitement at the sight and he had to fight his natural desire to frolic and lose himself to the sights, the smells and little trinkets handed out at stalls. He was here for a reason, he knew that. Besides, if the entryway looked like this, surely he would be in awe of the beauty he was no see!
Breaking off from the rest of the gawkers, he weaved through the crowds, taking in the sights and scents of nature mingled with human influence. Instead he headed towards the gates. Less inviting than his previous fascination, he found, and as he approached he slowed, his hooves making soft clattering noises as he closed the distance and raising a hand towards any that could see him.
"Eagle Lace!" he called allowed, waving.
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The City of Thíos
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Roleplay posts: 14
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 15:33:24 GMT -8
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Post by The City of Thíos on Sept 9, 2018 15:30:05 GMT -8
“They’re getting weirder” the guard said under his breath offhandedly to his colleague, barely looking over his book at the strange creature who had just announced his presence. He nibbled on the end of his quill for one more moment, gave a hasty scribble, then closed his book with a definitive thump and turned his attention to the newcomer. His colleague took one glance at the situation and decided that it was above his paygrade, moving towards their tiny office that was built into the cave beside the gate with a sheepish shrug.
“Eagle Lace is one of the closest I’ve heard. Welcome to Thíos” the guard said, his tone sounded rehearsed. “As a non-citizen you require a permit to enter. As stated, you are here to attend a meeting and so you will be given a provisional permit. If you are employed, this will be altered, if not, you must leave or apply for a different permit. Do you accept this? Good… Right… Uh, here is a brief guide outlining how to not get yourself killed, or worse, lost. Oh, and we have complimentary lanterns. You can fetch one on the way in, but it’s not complimentary. We’re kind of running out. So, you have to give it back.”
The guard stared blankly for a moment and scratched his balding head, as though trying to remember what else he was supposed to say. It was his third day on the job. He was improving, very slowly. As slow as the cogs turned in his brain. They clicked into place quite suddenly and he thrust the promised guide in the Satyr’s direction, along with his permit that he’d slipped out from between the pages of his big book.
“Please fill in the information on the permit and sign the log book on your way in. You must keep your permit on you at all times. You will be interviewed shortly. There is no specific time… or place… she will find you when she is ready. But meanwhile, please, enjoy the City of Thíos. I am but a simple man, and my words cannot describe what awaits, or how I feel about it.”
His face lit up into a genuine grin that softened his dopey features. He waved the guest forwards, and with a rather extravagant flourish afterwards, the gate began to open. It was quite the anti-climax as it creaked into action. The guard looked down the dark tunnel before them with the oddest of fondness, and sighed lovingly.
And he thought Rook was strange.
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Allahab Alddayim
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Roleplay posts: 40
Age: Good Question
Physical Description: Allahab's most common appearance is that of a tall lean man with darkly coloured skin and darker eyes. His hair is long and black, his face covered in dark scruff. His jawline is angular his nose aquiline and his cheekbones high. There is a distinct sense of power about him and of imminent danger, partially because of the distinct smell of smoke that follows him wherever he goes. Of course, as an Ifrit he is capable of changing his appearance and his true form is that of a vaguely humanoid pillar of smoke and flame.
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Clothes and Equipment: He tends to wear desert garb of fine make, richly dyed. He tends to prefer vests and loose pants and he carries a scimitar and a handheld crossbow.
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Registered: Aug 22, 2017 18:19:35 GMT -8
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Post by Allahab Alddayim on Sept 10, 2018 15:43:20 GMT -8
From the desert, he came but that had been left behind miles ago. A place of sand and heat, fire and earth. A place that felt as home to him as a turtle to its shell. This place though? It was a place of water and earth, a single change and it was no longer home. It was a place of hostility and death where his spark could be snuffed by a single mistake or errant shrug of the great back of the world. For some, this knowledge would weigh heavy, but Allahab Alddayim was the eldest of his kind and he'd long ago mastered his fear.
Still, one may wonder why he would risk himself? Was he acting the role of young pup eager to prove his bravery by braving a place so inherently hostile to his being? Perhaps that was part. No man, even one who could change his form and gender, was above foolish bravado. However, more than that he was drawn in by curiosity. An underground city was a novelty he'd experienced before. But those cities had either been long dead and buried or home to dwarves. This one, run by humans? It was something new and for the deathless new was a precious commodity.
On top of the adventure of seeing a new place, there was the joy of embarking on an adventure. A mysterious call from a hidden city? Surely there would be a story to be found here that he would carry for years to come. So he stood upon the platform powered by the clever mechanical lift, it was slow going but he didn't mind. The only thing he was mildly worried about was his stead Musafir that he'd left stabled up above. Hopefully, the courser wouldn't be too restless while he was gone.
Once at the bottom he strolls to the gate that had just opened to admit an odd little creature with horns on its head. When challenged by a guard the Ifrit smiles. "Greetings, I am Allahab Alddayim from the deserts of Sakand. News of your undertaking has reached my ears and I have come to offer my services. To thee I say Eaglais and ask entry and directions to the next step my journey." The ifrit had a low deep baritone of a voice that matched his swarthy appearance well, every word seeming to speak of a strange, exotic, and enticing land while still being perfectly understandable.
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The City of Thíos
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Roleplay posts: 14
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 15:33:24 GMT -8
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Post by The City of Thíos on Sept 10, 2018 16:17:29 GMT -8
The dim guard had returned to scribbling away in his book. He always seemed to be doing that, but no one questioned him. He was far less annoying when engrossed. Once again, when approached, he peered over the top and raised an eyebrow expectantly, but this time he was glad of the book which covered his sudden gawk at the guest before him. His jaw remained slack for far too long, before a simple “Eh?” escaped. He hadn’t understood a word that Allahab Alddayim had said, due to his own incompetency. Luckily, he was saved by his partner, who emerged from the office, sensing that his colleague was out of his depth.
“Sir, Alddayim, was it? Welcome to Thíos, we thank you for answering our call. It seems you must have travelled far, I have no doubt that your journey will be made worthwhile here. Before you enter, there is some information that I am required to tell you.”
The veteran guard oozed charisma and confidence, meanwhile, the other stood a few steps away tickling his own face with his quill. In fairness, his many years of service meant that he had seen far stranger and scarier than Allahab.
“As a non-citizen you require a permit to enter. As you stated, you are here to offer your services and so you will be given a provisional permit. If you are employed, this will be altered, if not, you must leave or apply for a different permit. I will give you a guide which will outline some important laws and other details of the city. I must urge you to stay to the paths and the tunnels, and please, do not wander too far west...”
His face gave an odd twitch as he finished his last sentence and he dove into his cloak to give the guest his documents. He did so with a smart flick of his wrist, showing Allahab the carefully pressed parchments.
“Please fill in the information on this permit and sign the log book on your way in. It’s very dark here, as I’m sure you know, so there are lanterns available also if you need them. Follow the tunnel through to the city. You simply cannot miss it. I wish I could give you further instruction, but I have simply been told that you will be visited for interview when the time is right. So, all I can tell you is to enjoy the City of Thíos. May her impression be lasting.”
The gate began to open of its own accord, beckoning Allahab into the darkness.
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Vidkun Wewelsberg
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In Treue Ritterschaft
Roleplay posts: 48
Physical Description: No memorable features in particular. Most who see him recall him as 'suave,' but beyond that descriptions have ranged from dark-blond hair to jet black, from brown to blue to amber eyes, from a clean shaven face to one with thick-set stubble. The only things they can recall about him it the man in question being quite tall and athletic, with appearance that is undoubtedly 'dashing.'
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever's needed.
Registered: Apr 26, 2017 17:29:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vidkun Wewelsberg on Sept 19, 2018 18:24:53 GMT -8
Sanctus Dominus
Deus Sabaoth,
Pleni sunt Coeli:
et Terra gloria Tua.
The hymn was sung quietly but artfully in a pleasant high baritone, just faintly heard in the distance as a man approached the entrance of Neamh Falls. The figure was not quite tall but certainly above average. He was wearing quite good clothes, a brown leather over-coat with a blue cloth and brown wool ensemble of buttoned shirt and pants, a thick silk neckerchief covering his throat. His boots were tall, heavy things of a jet-black clearly quite hefty with blackened steel caps, but paradoxically making little to no sound. Upon his head was a brown leather hate, while from a belt hung a sword of indeterminate variety thanks to the rather thick scabbard and the man's coat, though his leather gloved hands stayed near it at all times. Suave would be the best term to describe the man, though still very inaccurate. Suavely menacing? No, not quite either....
As his words faded to naught he walked on quietly, apparently contemplating something. His lips moved as he spoke quietly, unheard to all but the supernatural. "Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan." The man wasn't sweating but he nevertheless wiped his face, perhaps hoping the physical act of cleansing would translate into the post-physical.
He entered the cave, nodding amiably to those around him. His face was not particularly memorable, easily described as being from North to North-East to East. Description of eyes ranged from amber to green to blue to brown, while memory of his hair would range from a buzzed jet-black to a curly blonde. One would also note an almost absolute absence of smell on him: only the most acute noses would with extreme proximity and effort effort detect cleansing oils and spices.
Thus Vidkun approached the entrance to the tunnels, already sorting his mind for the dozens of aliases he could use. "Hello there honourable Thíans!" He called out to the guards, a warm, comforting smile being provided. "For the purpose of my visit I was informed I should say 'Eaglais,' pardon the possible butchery of your tongue. Could you direct me how to proceed from this moment on?"
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The City of Thíos
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Roleplay posts: 14
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 15:33:24 GMT -8
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Post by The City of Thíos on Sept 20, 2018 15:14:10 GMT -8
The two guards were stationed as they should be, before the gates that led into the depths. They regarded the final newcomer of their shift with more wariness than the others, for this one seemed the most regular. And they did not trust that.
The veteran guard gave a broad chuckle at his words and began automatically shuffling through his papers.
“No worries, sir. You are one of many to arrive today and I can assure you, you do not rank last with your pronunciation” he said, handing over some sorted documents to his colleague and turning his full attention to the man before them.
“Welcome to Thios, we thank you for answering our call. I’m required to relay some information to you before you pass through these gates. As a non-citizen you require a permit to enter. As you stated, you are here to offer your services and so you will be given a provisional permit. If you are employed, this will be altered, if not, you must leave or apply for a different permit. I will give you a guide which will outline some important laws and other details of the city.”
As he spoke, the other guard fumbled, handing the guest the various mentioned documents.
“I also must ask - for your own safety - to stay to the paths and the tunnels, and please, do not wander too far west.
As for your next instructions. All I have to ask is that you fill in your permit, and sign the log book on your way in. Light sources are also available should you need them. And the instruction you would really like to hear, I’m afraid that I cannot give you. Simply enjoy your time in the City of Thios, may her impression be lasting. You will be visited when the time is right.”
And with that, the guard released the gates and gestured with an allowing hand. The other did the same beside him, though the manner in which he did it was not so different from a servant beckoning their master.
The sight-stealing darkness filled the tunnel before Vidkun, concealing his path and many other things as it was rumoured.
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Vidkun Wewelsberg
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In Treue Ritterschaft
Roleplay posts: 48
Physical Description: No memorable features in particular. Most who see him recall him as 'suave,' but beyond that descriptions have ranged from dark-blond hair to jet black, from brown to blue to amber eyes, from a clean shaven face to one with thick-set stubble. The only things they can recall about him it the man in question being quite tall and athletic, with appearance that is undoubtedly 'dashing.'
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever's needed.
Registered: Apr 26, 2017 17:29:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vidkun Wewelsberg on Sept 20, 2018 16:48:32 GMT -8
"Thank you!" Vidkun remarked, giving a polite tip of his hat. "I shall not need a light source, but I look forward to seeing your glorious city." With that he walked on. He in truth wondered where to go next. It would appear his employer was performing some sort of test of mettle upon him. So, why not begin with a head-start? Vidkun had heard that people were disappearing in 'the hookies,' and in truth investigating more of the paranormal was why he had accepted the call. With a thoughtful nod the Malleus Maleficarum went onwards.
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Gwyneth Sol
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Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 21
Physical Description: Gwyneth stands at a modest height of 5'8". She is very slim and slender- to the point that people may worry of breaking her by bumping into her. Runes adorn most every part of her body, trailing down her arms, on the palms of her hands, and down her long limbs. Her gray hair is typically half braided back but allowed to flow freely.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing her worn and weathered hooded cape and a long dress that trails along the ground. She wears a thick leather belt that had various powders, liquids, and odd talismans hanging from it. She also carries a large gnarled staff with her with a glowing golden stone within it that hums with power.
Registered: Sept 29, 2018 12:05:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwyneth Sol on Sept 29, 2018 14:02:27 GMT -8
Gwyneth shifted uncomfortably as she pressed herself into the corner of the lift. She adjusted her hood for perhaps the fifth time since she had gotten onto the lift, but she couldn't help it. It had honestly been quite some time since she had been around other people and now she was forced into a small space with a small crowd for an extended period of time.
Her hands tightened as she turned to look out at the passing underground landscape, her breath catching slightly. It truly was a place of wonder and intrigue. Surely she could find some rare herbs for her medicines that would make this awkward ride worth it. If only the contraption would move a bit faster!
She had no such luck though as it was a few more tense moments before the lift finally settled down at it's final destination. Gwyneth waited until everyone else had streamed out before she walked out herself, letting out a breath of relief at the open air around her. She would have to find another way out because she didn't think she could ever deal with that experience again. She sighed again before she began walking up to the gates slowly, bright blue eyes skimming over the landscape as she moved only to stop and look at the guards. She hardly made a sound as she moved, other than the light tap of her staff. "Ah....G-Greetings...Oh-I mean- Ah-Ah...Eaglais." Her hands tightened on her staff as she avoided unnecessary eye contact with the guards. The word flowed fluently off her tongue- clearly one who had practiced in the ancient tongues."I...I would like... t-to inquire about a... a permit to c-collect samples and specimens from... y-your caves."
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Zavius Blackbriar
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Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 26
Physical Description: Zavius seems rather normal at first glance, with unkempt long and spiky black hair and a short beard along his jawline. His most striking feature on his face would be the long scar running downwards across his eye, ending in the middle of his cheek.
He is six feet tall even, with a well-conditioned build, similar to a soldier’s after a long tour of duty. Often times, he will seem travel-worn as he often does travel, giving him an overall rather ragged look.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zavius will often be seen wearing clothing meant for comfort, travel, and practicality. Often appearing as a proper vagabond he usually wears a set of worn-in leather armor, all of which is tinted a midnight black. Over this, he usually wears a black cloak, which does well to conceal most of his form, except for the similarly black leather boots he wears on his feet. Sheathed at his belt is a dagger, an eight-inch long double-edged blade that tapers to a point made of steel. It has a black leather handle and a rather plain round metal pommel.
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Registered: Nov 29, 2017 17:31:40 GMT -8
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Post by Zavius Blackbriar on Oct 2, 2018 10:08:57 GMT -8
Zavius rode down the lift towards the entrance to the city of Thios, Neamh Falls. He stood near the edge of the lift as it descended staring at walls of earth pass by him until eventually, the chasm opened up into a large cavern with the Neamh Falls within, lit by sunlight. It was an interesting place, he thought, but he didn't stop to gawk at the waterfall as the lift reached the bottom.
He would be the first to disembark, striding towards the tunnels that were the entrance into the caves. The longsword at his waist glinted in the cavern filtered sunlight as he stepped up to the guards, and he rested a palm idly upon it's pommel.
"Eaglais," he said confidently.
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The City of Thíos
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Roleplay posts: 14
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 15:33:24 GMT -8
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Post by The City of Thíos on Oct 2, 2018 13:58:27 GMT -8
The guards had rotated and the woman who was prepared to greet the newcomers was the no-nonsense type with an uncomfortable amount of eyebrow hair. They furrowed as she inspected the girl who had approached first. She was irritated that it took her so long to say a single word with all that jittering.
“Collect specimens from the caves? What a strange hobby” the woman drawled, folding her arms and tapping her foot as though the girl was wasting her time.
She nodded to the other guard on duty, who brought over the paperwork and started scratching away.
“I hear we’ve had a lot of you folk pass through today, what about you?” she said sharply to the other arrival. “Are you two together? Here to collect some specimens. We’ve had some odd specimens as of late. They like to sneak around in the dark and have a taste for blood.”
She widened her eyes dramatically, as though this teasing was the most fun she would have all day.
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Zavius Blackbriar
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Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 26
Physical Description: Zavius seems rather normal at first glance, with unkempt long and spiky black hair and a short beard along his jawline. His most striking feature on his face would be the long scar running downwards across his eye, ending in the middle of his cheek.
He is six feet tall even, with a well-conditioned build, similar to a soldier’s after a long tour of duty. Often times, he will seem travel-worn as he often does travel, giving him an overall rather ragged look.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zavius will often be seen wearing clothing meant for comfort, travel, and practicality. Often appearing as a proper vagabond he usually wears a set of worn-in leather armor, all of which is tinted a midnight black. Over this, he usually wears a black cloak, which does well to conceal most of his form, except for the similarly black leather boots he wears on his feet. Sheathed at his belt is a dagger, an eight-inch long double-edged blade that tapers to a point made of steel. It has a black leather handle and a rather plain round metal pommel.
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Registered: Nov 29, 2017 17:31:40 GMT -8
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Post by Zavius Blackbriar on Oct 2, 2018 14:06:03 GMT -8
"Nope I came alone, and last I checked I'm not here to collect any specimens, though I can kill them for ya," Zavius said, grinning a devilish grin. Afterward, he would stand by idly, watching as they filled out the papers and whatnot, not really speaking unless further prompted.
He did notice the woman's eyebrows though, which were strange. He might have even stared for a moment or two, but otherwise said nothing.
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Gwyneth Sol
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Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 21
Physical Description: Gwyneth stands at a modest height of 5'8". She is very slim and slender- to the point that people may worry of breaking her by bumping into her. Runes adorn most every part of her body, trailing down her arms, on the palms of her hands, and down her long limbs. Her gray hair is typically half braided back but allowed to flow freely.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing her worn and weathered hooded cape and a long dress that trails along the ground. She wears a thick leather belt that had various powders, liquids, and odd talismans hanging from it. She also carries a large gnarled staff with her with a glowing golden stone within it that hums with power.
Registered: Sept 29, 2018 12:05:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwyneth Sol on Oct 4, 2018 19:13:22 GMT -8
Gwyneth's eyes widened and her eyes darted upwards to look at the abrasive young man in horror. "You can and will not do any such thing. If there is a new species unknown to surface dwellers that roams around here, it must be studied and evaluated to see if there is anything that can be gained or learned. To simply kill an unknown creature would be the utter foolishness!" The girl snapped suddenly, color rising in her cheeks in indignation. She seemed to realize after a moment her outburst though and she immediately shrank back, the blood draining from her face as she slapped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes flicked away and she very determinedly continued to stare at the ground.
She waited a moment before slowly peeling her hand off her mouth slightly. "M-My a-apologies." She said quietly as she tugged up hood up more snugly around her face. "...I... I've also come alone..." She murmured, throughly subdued without even a word being spoken to her.
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The City of Thíos
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Roleplay posts: 14
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 15:33:24 GMT -8
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Post by The City of Thíos on Oct 9, 2018 12:58:31 GMT -8
The guard raised those bushy eyebrows of hers at the woman’s outburst. She cleared her throat awkwardly to break the moment.
“As a non-citizen you require a permit to enter” she said, her colleague waved these such permits in the visitors’ direction as an offering. “As you stated, you are here to offer your services and so this is a provisional permit. You will have to fill out the information on the parchment. If you’re employed, this will be altered, if not, you must leave or apply for a different permit. I have given a guide which will outline some important laws and other details of the city. It’s dark. You may want to acquire torches. You will be visited when the time is right, but in the meanwhile, enjoy the city of Thios in all of her glory. And glorious she is…
But I’ll advise you not to wander from the pathways… and if you do come across any specimens, you should probably kill them. Before they kill you.”
And with that the gates swung open ominously, beckoning the pair into the tunnel that seemed to absorb all light and pleasant feeling. A black hole; only a slightly less threatening sort.
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Gwyneth Sol
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Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 21
Physical Description: Gwyneth stands at a modest height of 5'8". She is very slim and slender- to the point that people may worry of breaking her by bumping into her. Runes adorn most every part of her body, trailing down her arms, on the palms of her hands, and down her long limbs. Her gray hair is typically half braided back but allowed to flow freely.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing her worn and weathered hooded cape and a long dress that trails along the ground. She wears a thick leather belt that had various powders, liquids, and odd talismans hanging from it. She also carries a large gnarled staff with her with a glowing golden stone within it that hums with power.
Registered: Sept 29, 2018 12:05:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwyneth Sol on Oct 12, 2018 16:26:20 GMT -8
Gwyneth dipped her head low in thanks before she moved forward to accept the permit. She kept her head low, still too embarrassed by her outburst to make eye contact with the other man.
"T-Thank you very much. I will keep your words of warning and advice with me." She spoke softly as she took the permit to fill out later. The closer that she drew to the maw of the cave, the brighter the crystal embedded in her staff began to glow, lighting up the darkness and keeping it at bay. "I won't have need of a torch as well. Thank you again." She said before she quickly walked into the cave opening, not wanting to dawdle in an awkward atmosphere any longer than she had to.
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