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Post by Assorted NPCs on Oct 27, 2018 16:23:35 GMT -8
Located near Northern mountain ranges, the town of Blackbark is cold, but facing little to no precipitation throughout the year despite being located near a pond. Between the woods and the mine the town has a small if self-sufficient economy awaiting an opportunity to bloom. Yet because of its size and non-aligned nature few people make note of it and naught happens. The only real event in anyone's memory is the passing away of the Mayor about two years ago. A new one was promptly elected, and that was that. Visitors to the town might notice it has had slight improvements, yet also the fact its folk look far more sullen and that there were few familiar faces if they had visited before. In addition, traders have begun to come to or by it far less owing to the disappearance of several caravans taking such a route.
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Umbra the Dragonling
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Roleplay posts: 66 
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Oct 28, 2018 14:55:29 GMT -8
Young man approached the village of Blackbark. He wore a cape around his shoulders, yet did not seem to mind the rain. He was on foot, but the way there did not seem to have worn him. He watched the few people on the street and treated their unsatisfied looks with some amusement.
What? You people just can never be happy can you. So much for southern hospitality.
Umbra the adolescent dragon grinned widely at the first person he met. His teeth were not exactly normal which was good if he wanted to eat his meat rare (not his first choice but sometimes you need to make do). People, on the other hand, usually were weirded out by their display.
"Sorry to bother you sir/madam! I'm new around here, may I bother you for a quick minute please sir/madam please? It would really be a spike off my back."
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Post by Assorted NPCs on Oct 28, 2018 17:26:14 GMT -8
As Umbra went through the gate of the town he would indeed be looked at as some not exactly wanted oddity. It would seem almost odd as he first stepped in they would look at him as one, dozens of pairs of eyes trained upon him at the same time and in the same synchronicity they would return to whatever they were doing previously.
The first person he would stumble upon would naturally be a guard patrolling the street. The man wore cheap but clearly potent mail and held a poleaxe as his weapon. Strangely enough, he did not seem to be perturbed by the strange teeth of the lad, instead giving a long look at his tattoos. He would not speak for some time, until his eyes quite suddenly darted to meet that of Umbra. "Hmm? Sure, kid. What's it you want?" His speech was just slightly slurred, owing in part to a chunk of his tongue apparently missing. The guard raised his helmet's visor together with an eyebrow, raising a hand in greeting to one of his mates passing by.
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Umbra the Dragonling
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Oct 29, 2018 13:40:32 GMT -8
Umbra looked behind him to see if the guard had alerted any help, but everything seemed hunky-dory. He managed to relax a little and opened up his posture. "Well, I've heard strange rumors about this place. Just that things are unusual these days I suppose? Anything about that sound familiar?"
Not that these meatheads know much of anything. Probably would beat up kids and women if the Brass told them to.
Umbra smiled innocuously and resisted asking if his missing tongue was gone due to a feline intervention.
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Post by Assorted NPCs on Oct 29, 2018 17:09:25 GMT -8
The guard spat a thick green wad of slime before shaking his head in frustration. "You been hearing stories lad?" He demanded. "Damn bastards will say anything to get the trade out of here. Other towns what be scared of our bloody mining and cheaper goods be telling this shit and you be lapping it up like a daft bugger. What'd they say this time? Kidnapping? Slaves being sold on our streets? Perhaps it were rodents of unusual size?" The tone was clearly condescending and somewhat aggravated, the guard clearly not happy to having this talk.
"'ere, Demeter, get yer arse here. This here dribbly nosed nipper is asking something about 'what's unusual.' The audacity, eh?" The figure who the guard earlier waved to stopped, turned and came over to the scene. His face was obscured by wool wraps covering most of it under his helmet; however one would be able to tell he was younger by the skin seen through the eyes slits. "Oh?" he asked curiously. "Who might have told you this?" This voice seemed more interested and possessing less of the "up your's" attitude than the previous guard — but it nevertheless bore much annoyance.
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Misaika
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Roleplay posts: 39 
Age: 23
Physical Description: Standing at an average height, Misaika is a slender woman with green eyes and loose, dark auburn hair reaching just below her shoulders. Her skin is rather pale, but her features would be definitely be described as 'pretty'.
Clothes and Equipment: Misaika usually wears a pitch black robe and hood, the latter which she only seldom removes. She also carries a silver amulet with a cross shaped insignia on it which turns into a grimoire when she needs to do more advanced spells.
Registered: Feb 16, 2018 11:13:18 GMT -8
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Post by Misaika on Oct 30, 2018 1:55:38 GMT -8
"A note about a strange activity around Blackbark? Hmm..." Misaika said rubbing her chin and looked up after the note had mysteriously flown into her hand. The sign she peered at said 'Blackbark 3 miles' and a white arrow incidentally pointed that exact way. Well she hadn't seen any caravans disappearing on the way there - and she was still here too.
"Well there's no two away about it Blackbark, you're blocking my way to Isra." she said and continued on wards as she pulled the cloak even even further over her head to block out the rain that started to fall. But the idea of being given a magical artifact started growing on her. If her chances to be inducted into one of the major magical institutions in Isra were to come true, possessing a magical item could prove favorable to her.
Entering through the gates Misaika noticed the sullen and recluse nature of most people there - and quite liked it as it seemed almost homely. Well at least that would mean people kept to themselves and... well that would have been alright if she was just stopping for the night, but if she wanted a magic artifact - and she did - she would have to speak with them. This was not her forté and she sighed.
Misaika stopped on the middle of the street and looked around - first she needed the warmth of an inn and quickly gave up looking for it herself. She then poked the shoulder of the nearest passerby.
"Excuse me, would you know where the nearest inn is located?" she asked and gave out the slightest smile though most of her face was still covered by her black cloak.
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Umbra the Dragonling
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Oct 30, 2018 17:15:54 GMT -8
Things went from bad to badder in microseconds.
Why must humans be so petty all the time... I don't care how many clumps of coal you drag out of your stinking pit if I was 200 years older I could roast you where you stand you...
But no. Temper, temper.
"Look, sir..." Sir Springroll, I presume? "Surely it must have been just some mean kids rhyming. Your town has a wonderful... authentic charm to it. I'm sure you're proud of your hometown."
Feeling the water around him getting hotter, Umbra sought a last refuge in the stranger passing by, that seemed to be just as lost as him. He signalled her: HELP! HELP! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THESE GUYS WANT BUT IT'S NOT GOING TO BE PRETTY TO WATCH!
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Assorted NPCs
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Post by Assorted NPCs on Oct 31, 2018 14:20:33 GMT -8
Misaika would happen upon an older woman, she seemed to not really be paying attention as she walked with a heavy bandage across her shoulders and neck. As she walked on his wouldn't even notice the mage as their shoulders struck, and only the sudden slowing of her progress made her pop out of a near lucid state. Motionless she stood for a few moments, gathering her thoughts before looking up with the smile one can only really expect from a granny. "Down the street, turn to the right. The Wily Bear's the place you want, tavern and inn all in one. It's the only one in Blackbark but its quite big, not too shabby, prices won't beggar you. Just don't keep any weapons and such visible and you'll be alright my girl." Assuming that was that, the old woman went a little bit forward, oriented herself and then continued onwards. Meanwhile, both of the guards exchanged a glance, with the older guard tapping his helmet with a knuckle to the other, whilst the younger one shrugged. "Yes, lad, but who's been telling you all this nonsense?" the question came repeated from the newer guard. "Ehh, don't bother with him Demeter. Kid's a wee nipper, we've pestered him long enough and he's got whatever he wants. Come on, we still have to look into who robbed the damn alchemist's shop... come on." With that they went off, the first guard tugging on the shoulder of Demeter as he stayed around to stare at Umbra the Dragonling a few moments more. As they went down the street, thunder cracked and several dogs began to bark, before gently falling down to a pathetic whine as the soft rain incremented slightly. |
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Misaika
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Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 23
Physical Description: Standing at an average height, Misaika is a slender woman with green eyes and loose, dark auburn hair reaching just below her shoulders. Her skin is rather pale, but her features would be definitely be described as 'pretty'.
Clothes and Equipment: Misaika usually wears a pitch black robe and hood, the latter which she only seldom removes. She also carries a silver amulet with a cross shaped insignia on it which turns into a grimoire when she needs to do more advanced spells.
Registered: Feb 16, 2018 11:13:18 GMT -8
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Post by Misaika on Oct 31, 2018 14:55:00 GMT -8
"Why thank you elder!" Misaika said with a voice that almost sounded enthusiastic - at least while she had the prospect of going somewhere dry. But in the corner of her eye she saw an odd fellow talking with what was likely the guards of this town and if she didn't know any better he seemed try to contact Misaika. She would simply look at the flustered guy, feeling some slight amount of pity before seeing the guards he was talking to walk away. "Hmm, problem solved I guess." she said to herself not intending to stand outside in the increasingly heavy rain much longer and went towards the inn that the old lady had directed her to. 'Cheap' that sounded good and she took relatively long strides to get there. Maybe inside once inside the inn she would dedicate a bit of time for talking, but she might just want to decide that first when she was inside.
"The Wily Bear?" she read the sign and nodded. It was the same as what the old lady had told her and she entered the inn without much hesitation and with a sigh she went over to one of the vacant tables and sat down. She was definitely going to have a drink, but perhaps she wanted to rest her legs a little before going up to the bar - it had been a few hours of travel on foot today also. She hadn't really looked around much before she had sat down but had a chance to discretely peer out of her hood now that she had found herself a chair. What was the mood like and which kind of people resided here? This was the impressions she was looking for first.
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Umbra the Dragonling
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Nov 1, 2018 15:32:16 GMT -8
The two geniuses bought his BS with interest, and Umbra managed to dodge to mauling of his life. He made a childish face when they walked away from him. Yeh thats right don’t want me to nipper your-No. Enough. Focus. The local law enforcement is not part of the deal. No need to dwell on it. Yet… The alchemist has been robbed? Umbra will be sure to remember that. He followed the passing young woman inside The Wily Bear, having overheard her conversation. He opened the door just as she was taking a seat. He glared at her from behind.
Not willing to help those in need, eh. Is that really so impossible for you humans?? Jun of the Celadine has no trouble with being decent. Just cause you’re young and pretty and soft doesn’t- Well anyway…Rather than taking a seat, Umbra walked directly to the counter to ask for a room. “Thanks for nothing”, Umbra half-mumbled passing the woman, but by the time she would have turned her head, Umbra was already beyond earshot. |
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Post by Assorted NPCs on Nov 2, 2018 15:47:39 GMT -8
The Wily Bear Inn was a very homely place. Between the softly playing music, the light fragrance of something like a more pleasant tobacco, and the smiling barkeep with more scars than skin on his face it was somewhere a traveler could truly take refuge from the downcast weather outside. It was for the moment quite empty, as the time was just between when people who worked on daylight hours went to sleep while nocturnal workers only just began to wake up. The few that were around were either also clearly outlanders as evidenced by their out-of-place clothes, or likely lads with really, really naught better to do.
 When Umbra would approach the counter the bar-keep gave a sly grin, slapping the wood before him. "Well lad, it's a silver piece a night, another one if you wants us to clean your business should you want to stay a night, and two more if you wants the usual meals. Anything beyond that is extra the moment you likes it. If ya don't mind I'd like all the pay up-front, please. I don't like being taken advantage of." |
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Misaika
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Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 23
Physical Description: Standing at an average height, Misaika is a slender woman with green eyes and loose, dark auburn hair reaching just below her shoulders. Her skin is rather pale, but her features would be definitely be described as 'pretty'.
Clothes and Equipment: Misaika usually wears a pitch black robe and hood, the latter which she only seldom removes. She also carries a silver amulet with a cross shaped insignia on it which turns into a grimoire when she needs to do more advanced spells.
Registered: Feb 16, 2018 11:13:18 GMT -8
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Post by Misaika on Nov 2, 2018 22:57:05 GMT -8
Misaika's hood was still up and she didn't really catch the meaning of Umbra's words as he passed by though she did turn hearing 'something'. She saw him placing himself in the bar talking to the bartender - probably ordering some beer she thought. She noticed that the guy that had passed her looked kind of strange, maybe he was a troublemaker since the guards wanted to talk with him?
Misaika got up slightly reluctantly and went up to the bar and stood next to Umbra.
"Something with alcohol please and... What is the cheapest way I can stay here overnight? Oh, and the cheapest 'something with alcohol' please." Misaika asked of the barman and eyed Umbra discretely without looking at him directly. "You look even stranger up close." she asked hushed and frowned but with a faint smile. "Why did those guards wanted to speak with you outside? It isn't you who have been making caravans disappear in the area is it?" she asked, though by the time she had finished her sentence she had almost decided it was not judging by his youthful appearance. He seemed a little bit too innocent for that.
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Umbra the Dragonling
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Nov 4, 2018 12:56:40 GMT -8
Umbra rummaged through his cloak. He did not have any money on him. Typical. Let's see if he could play the barkeep. "Two silvers is it? Any chance we could come to some other arrangement? I could take care of some inconvenient business..." His thought derailed when the girl from before sat next to him.
Umbra glanced at the woman. He seemed a little sore with her not helping out in his problem back there, but when she mentioned the caravans he got what she was after. She did not look equipped for it.
"I don't know what you're talking about." When the barkeeper was out of earshot he whispered: "I know why you're here. Be careful and don't trust anyone."
He then had another idea. "I know we just met but I don't want to stay the night outside, and it's not just because of the rain... Get me a room and we can help one another."
He extended his hand, there were long black strands of tattoo running between his knuckles and up his arm. "Umbra", he said.
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Post by Assorted NPCs on Nov 4, 2018 15:52:28 GMT -8
"You know, them habits you young folk get drinking a lot of the cheap swill 'cos its cheap will kill you!" The barkeep laughed at the words of Misaika, placing a metal mug on the table and filling it to the brim with a simple moonshine diluted with water to not melt one's brains, and make it a wee bit cheaper as asked. "As I told the lad here, it's a silver piece a night, another one if you want us to clean your business after you sleep, two more if you want breakfast, luncheon and supper. But it's all up-front, if you please, I'm just about smart enough to not get myself fleeced."
With that he went to rub down the counter with a wet rag as is so stereotypical of those like him. "You're not pretty enough for 'some other arrangement' and regardless I don't swing that way, kid." he stated quite simply, "We don't got anything to do around me establishment, course if the stable lads let you sleep in an empty stable for cleaning out the shit then they're free to do so." He then looked impassively at the interaction between Umbra and Misaika with a raised eyebrow, and interjected before the woman could respond. "Watch it, you'll have to pay an extra coin every other day if you wants another person in the room and full price for food and drink and the likes."
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Graciosa Iscariote
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Roleplay posts: 4
Physical Description: The Lethe Lady external architecture belies the internal mechanisms of her vessel. She is approximately six and a half feet in height, surely nothing to sneeze at but nowhere near ‘giant’ status. Her musculature is proportionate to her height, commanding in appearance and actual strength. There is a secure ‘tension’ of confidence, conceivably borderline arrogance in her posture and gait. Examining her anatomy – there are several distinguishing features: ribbed, spiraling horns, split-tongue, a spaded tail (that is usually tucked against her spine), and saturated sanguine eyes that differentiate no pupil or sclera. Those horns divide aromatic tresses, spiraling in rebellion down to the swell of her hips. Challenging her species, her face is virgin and almost cherub-like with wide eyes, dark lashes, bow-shaped lips, and full features. Despite her fair skin, ancestry could be specified as from the Levant (Eastern Mediterranean) region; born from the Fertile Crescent’s womb. It is slightly hard to catch a glimpse of this woman’s flesh, save for the alabaster terrain of her face – armor in which encloses each hill and valley of her body; down to the tips of lotus-digits up to the defined flute of her jaw. This is a very typical ‘attire’ for the Marked, given that her epitome must be restrained and controlled. It is rare, if never heard of, for Graciosa to wear cloth or leather of any kind; perhaps because it would just cremate even with a diminutive usage of her abilities. Yet, those who knew her many years ago would recall a woman who dressed very differently – a yearling in terms of her development now. The suit itself looks almost like… impossibly smooth stone; brushing up against it would cause a smear of soot on the receiving end, mixed with residual but potent chemicals that are released through the filaments, or pores. Infinitesimal to the naked eye, the pores are even smaller than that of the flesh. Each one holding a degree of functionality – the ones alongside the bottoms of her fingers are bigger, and in the center of her palm; in fact if you were to turn her hand over you’d almost be able to tell, in context of an optical illusion, that there was something there. Although it was not visible under a majority of circumstances, there is highly resistant ceramic beneath the nanoshell, not meant for ‘durability’ exactly, but more so, for the extreme heat she embodied and expressed. Another distinctive element of the suit is the porthole of her solar plexus – a chaotic conflagration of Inferno.
Player's online availability : Central Timezone, usually on around 2AM for a while, and then moreso on the weekends.
Registered: Apr 22, 2017 15:16:10 GMT -8
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Post by Graciosa Iscariote on Nov 4, 2018 22:19:20 GMT -8
It was a extensive travel for the Pedigree, and while she was comfortable with mountainous landscapes, the cold stung her bow lips and afforded a deeper cardinal color. The rumors of caravan disappearing were overturned after Graciosa delved into the happenings once she found the letter to investigate. It was not unordinary for such occurrences – especially in a smaller town without much fame. It didn’t stick much in her mind, the promise of an artifact was a larger point of interest, and that is exactly what brought the Dracodaemon through the gates of Blackbark.
Perhaps, she stood out like a sore thumb. A woman nearly eight feet tall, with a spaded tail and spiraling horns – swathed in dark linens and radiant black steel. Burgundy tresses poured down taut curvatures, and serpentine eyes clicked as they swiveled across the sullen sight. It did not affect her in the way it might others, the depressing monochromatic grime and unenthusiastic people afforded her a vermiculate smile. She liked it in fact, and hoped that they wouldn’t draw up their morose faces to catch her eye.
The Sicariote had been around enough to derive navigational cues, so locating the tavern by sight alone was rather easy. A disciplined gait established in confidence brought her there quickly, and she bobbed her frame from habit into the building.
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Misaika
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 23
Physical Description: Standing at an average height, Misaika is a slender woman with green eyes and loose, dark auburn hair reaching just below her shoulders. Her skin is rather pale, but her features would be definitely be described as 'pretty'.
Clothes and Equipment: Misaika usually wears a pitch black robe and hood, the latter which she only seldom removes. She also carries a silver amulet with a cross shaped insignia on it which turns into a grimoire when she needs to do more advanced spells.
Registered: Feb 16, 2018 11:13:18 GMT -8
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Post by Misaika on Nov 5, 2018 0:07:16 GMT -8
"A silver coin..! And extra costs..?" Misaika exclaimed quite muted and clutched her satchel. "What about a blanket in front of the fireplace?" she quickly asked as it would have been clearly a better way of staying the night than outside anyway, she had to make funds last a while. She received her diluted moonshine and took a sip - quite nasty stuff but she came from even worse so she didn't pay his words much attention. As the guy started whispering to her she turned her head towards him so she could slightly eye him. He told her to not trust anyone - but yet he wanted her to trust his words. What a truly odd guy but Misaika had never been particularly distrustful and though she didn't shake his hand she gave him him half a smile. She figured that he was far better at yapping words out than she was - although he was a bit too good as seen previously with the guards.
"What was the deal with those guards?" Misaika repeated as he did not bother to answer her question before demanding money and trust in quick succession. He was probably broke - or a miser - maybe even both. He reminded her about herself too much that she could appreciate it and all her savings would be gone in no time if she had to pay for people like that.
"About that blanket mister." she spoke softly. "How about two blankets before the fire place? Or maybe just in the corner of the room? We won't be needing anything more than that." Misaika said and took a sip of the moonshine. "By the way how do you get your wares out here? I am just curious because as a traveler I need to know if the road is safe to travel." she asked politely without raising her voice much.
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Umbra the Dragonling
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 20
Physical Description: In his Dragon form, Umbra takes the form of a soot-black young dragon, whose eyes shimmer green like mad emeralds. His wings were broken long ago, but any external injuries have healed. Nevertheless, his wings are extremely sensitive and he winces at the touch.
Human form Umbra looks like a young adult boy, with dark hair and similarly green eyes.
Source for human-form Umbra:
http://imgur.com/a/twqX9
Source for dragon-form Umbra:
https://i.imgur.com/WhWVbxP
Clothes and Equipment: Human-form umbra wears dark leather pants and trendy dark shoes. He leaves his upper body bare, save for elaborate tattoos.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 0:04:11 GMT -8
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Post by Umbra the Dragonling on Nov 6, 2018 8:11:35 GMT -8
That the Tavernkeeper would jump to such manners of payment was telling of the quality of the place. Besides, Umbra could be very charming if you took the time to get to know him. The woman didn’t seem too charmed either. Umbra grew annoyed by her questions, always more and more questions. “Hell if I know. I suppose they don’t like people unlike them…” He took another glance behind him. And that was when Graciosa Iscariote entered. Weeell this was something. By the looks of her she could only be the solution or the cause of the problems they’ve been sent to investigate. She… stood out. Umbra didn’t approach her yet, he wasn’t done with Misaika. He set her eyes to Misaika again. It was clear she wasn’t going to be able to pay her bills herself, but there would be no harm in having more eyes on the streets. “You know what? I know where to start. I overheard the guards talking. I’m going to save you hours of your time if you choose to stick with me.” Umbra then withdrew to a table, assuming the bartender would more likely open up about the caravans if he wasn’t present. He was glancing at the tall woman to see what she was about to do next. |
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Post by Assorted NPCs on Nov 6, 2018 14:01:33 GMT -8
As Graciosa Iscariote walked along, she would find quite a few eyes upon her. It was an understatement to say she stuck out like a sore thumb, but it is by far the most applicable saying. Folk would glare at her, those with arms about them readjusting their posture just in case. Technically Blackbark had a very welcoming policy but when a lassie with big horns that did not apparently look like they were needed for defence arrived, it was just a wee bit worrisome.
As she entered the Wily Bear Tavern and Inn she'd come upon the scene of Misaika and Umbra, and would find some attention from the Barkeep. "Bloimey." He stated upon seeing Graciosa. He had seen much of the world and things akin to her, but nothing ever of the exact sort. Much like the people outside he felt beneath his counter to make sure e had the trusty hatchet and crossbow, before giving a welcoming nod. Then he returned his attention to Umbra and Misaika, sighing in internal conflict. He had a past as an adventurer explaining the scars on his face, but he had a business to run! "Blanket before the fireplace eh? Well, I s'pose I can arrange that. Just give me a silver for each of ya and the arrangement can work for a month or so, though I doubt you'll be needing to stay that long anyway. We won't do the washing for you but you can use the pump around back if you tells nobody. I don't want regular folk begging me for this same deal you see. We'll work out pay for food whenever you want it, and the outhouse around back is free too I suppose. That's as fair as I can do, lass."
When asked about the caravans, he scratched his head and shrugged. "I ain't been outside of the town in some time girl. To be frank it's been some time since I even left this place for longer than an hour or so, the business is now my life." Then he squinted, expression souring momentarily but then relaxing. "The bar-keep is supposed to know all the rumours of the town, right? Well, I'll try my best, you adventurer sort are good for the economy. Roads are supposed to be safe, it's hard for bandits to properly set up and most chokepoints for getting to caravans are just as dangerous to the attacker as the defender, you'd have to have some absolute mad lads to try it to be frank. Trolls and Ogres and the like lurk here from the old days when they were at the top of the food chain, but years of fighting's left them scared of getting ire again." The man paused to rob an scar on his chin apparently from something particularly hot. "Old Father Friedrich hasn't shown up, and he visits the town every week; should have been here yesterday. Horis, the ole elf what does most of our magics said the weather is going to be acting out and he was right so far. I wouldn't want to be on a horse when the land here gets particularly muddy, that's all I know I'm afraid."
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Misaika
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 23
Physical Description: Standing at an average height, Misaika is a slender woman with green eyes and loose, dark auburn hair reaching just below her shoulders. Her skin is rather pale, but her features would be definitely be described as 'pretty'.
Clothes and Equipment: Misaika usually wears a pitch black robe and hood, the latter which she only seldom removes. She also carries a silver amulet with a cross shaped insignia on it which turns into a grimoire when she needs to do more advanced spells.
Registered: Feb 16, 2018 11:13:18 GMT -8
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Post by Misaika on Nov 10, 2018 4:00:33 GMT -8
"That's a very simple deduction." Misaika answered to Umbra's answer about why the guards were angry at him. "Were you talking about the rumors you had heard? Maybe they didn't like you doing that." Misaika said, offered a slightly more educated view on what could have been the issue with the guards.
As both Umbra and the barkeeper looked towards the enormous woman entering the bar Misaika careful turned half way around to glance at the new guest.
"Damn..." she whispered to herself as she cast her eyes on her feet and let them wander all the way up to her hair in amazement. Misaika than quickly turned around to the bartender again feeling as if she had let her curiosity linger a bit too long.
"That will work!" Misaika quickly replied happy that her bargaining had worked so well and she promptly fetched a silver piece to put on the table as she whispered to Umbra. "I always wanted my own assistant - with a little luck you're better than my last cat." she said to Umbra. "I'm Misaika, what should I call you?" she inquired.
Misaika took in what the bar-keep had told her and after a moment of silence she replied.
"This elf where does he live? And do you know where this Father Friedrich lives?" Misaika asked the bar-keep before turning back to Umbra. "Old elves always knows more than they say - we should pay him a visit tomorrow." she said.
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Graciosa Iscariote
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Physical Description: The Lethe Lady external architecture belies the internal mechanisms of her vessel. She is approximately six and a half feet in height, surely nothing to sneeze at but nowhere near ‘giant’ status. Her musculature is proportionate to her height, commanding in appearance and actual strength. There is a secure ‘tension’ of confidence, conceivably borderline arrogance in her posture and gait. Examining her anatomy – there are several distinguishing features: ribbed, spiraling horns, split-tongue, a spaded tail (that is usually tucked against her spine), and saturated sanguine eyes that differentiate no pupil or sclera. Those horns divide aromatic tresses, spiraling in rebellion down to the swell of her hips. Challenging her species, her face is virgin and almost cherub-like with wide eyes, dark lashes, bow-shaped lips, and full features. Despite her fair skin, ancestry could be specified as from the Levant (Eastern Mediterranean) region; born from the Fertile Crescent’s womb. It is slightly hard to catch a glimpse of this woman’s flesh, save for the alabaster terrain of her face – armor in which encloses each hill and valley of her body; down to the tips of lotus-digits up to the defined flute of her jaw. This is a very typical ‘attire’ for the Marked, given that her epitome must be restrained and controlled. It is rare, if never heard of, for Graciosa to wear cloth or leather of any kind; perhaps because it would just cremate even with a diminutive usage of her abilities. Yet, those who knew her many years ago would recall a woman who dressed very differently – a yearling in terms of her development now. The suit itself looks almost like… impossibly smooth stone; brushing up against it would cause a smear of soot on the receiving end, mixed with residual but potent chemicals that are released through the filaments, or pores. Infinitesimal to the naked eye, the pores are even smaller than that of the flesh. Each one holding a degree of functionality – the ones alongside the bottoms of her fingers are bigger, and in the center of her palm; in fact if you were to turn her hand over you’d almost be able to tell, in context of an optical illusion, that there was something there. Although it was not visible under a majority of circumstances, there is highly resistant ceramic beneath the nanoshell, not meant for ‘durability’ exactly, but more so, for the extreme heat she embodied and expressed. Another distinctive element of the suit is the porthole of her solar plexus – a chaotic conflagration of Inferno.
Player's online availability : Central Timezone, usually on around 2AM for a while, and then moreso on the weekends.
Registered: Apr 22, 2017 15:16:10 GMT -8
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Post by Graciosa Iscariote on Nov 11, 2018 22:14:12 GMT -8
With the flute of her chin pointed upward, she paid no attention to those on the streets that may have stared. Although she seemed to be demonic kin, that was not exactly the truth. An innocent face provided origins, should one notice the Levantine angles. Unearthed in the mountains of the Fertile Cradle, the woman lost count of her years. The scales that protected the underside of her body were fully covered, save for the bottom of her hands, which she kept tucked into the dark linen until she approached the counter of the Wily Bear Tavern.
Ophidian eyes saturated with rubescent glow, showing no pupil or sclera, sought out the diminutive motions of the establishment. Not even a muscle twitch neglected as she swept the room. Hidden by the folds of her cloak, flattened ears seized each beat of blood, whisper, and swallow. Heightened senses were perhaps the most paramount feature of her physical prowess. Sometimes, it drove her absolutely insane and other times it was soothing. In order to maintain her sanity, she would frequently submerge herself in water for days at a time, depriving her senses.
Ordering a spicy mead, and honey, one might catch a glimpse of the scaly palms as bronze coins were offered for the drink. A generous sound as she perused the available of coins at her side, “A room for the week, if available.” She stated very directly, her accent was a strange one; universal, it seemed to change tones rapidly. A few gold coins would accompany the bronze on the table if the room was accessible.
The conversation between Umbra and Misaika served her great purpose as the tender gave them information she would have asked for herself. As the bartender returned with her drink, she offered to pay for their room, as well. Another direct statement, “I’ll pay for those two.” A shift of her head indicating she meant Umbra and Misaika. Perhaps such a gesture might allow her to join them in their endeavors which potentially lined up with her journey. It would have been cheaper to share a room, but she couldn't allow that. The Sicariote protected her privacy above all. As it were, it did not seem that currency was much of a problem.
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