James Lazael Deepwinter
Committed
One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Nov 18, 2018 11:06:30 GMT -8
Near the outer edge of the city stands a two story building that was once a tavern of some repute before the owner disappeared under mysterious circumstances. The building was claimed by the banks and sat uninhabited for quite a while before it was quietly purchased by a minor noble.  It now stands with iron bars on the windows and has been given a fresh new coat of paint. The oak door and frame are reinforced with iron bands and secured with a masterwork lock. The interior of the tavern space is still quite nice and well kept, with richly colored cherry wood flooring and wall panels. Off to the side stands a large stone hearth, and hanging above it is a large shield painted with a family crest of a wolf howling at an eclipsed moon. Spaced around the room are oak support pillars engraved with scenes from stories of the old world and battles of yore. The main room has been refurbished, the few remaining original tables and chairs have been inter spaced with replacements. While the upper floors are accessible by twin spiral staircases winding around two of the engraved pillars the basement is only accessible by a locked trapdoor behind the bar. The upper floors once housed 18 separate rooms but has since been converted, groups of four rooms connected into four suites and the last two into bathing areas. At the back of the room stands a brightly polished mahogany countertop set above recently restored and beautifully painted panels. Past the counter is a door that leads to what once was the staff room, which has been converted into a maintenance room, and the kitchen.  All in all, it still doesn't quite feel like a home. A cursory glance notes absence of almost any accents or nick-knacks but it also doesn’t quite feel as lonely as it once might, simply waiting for something to happen.... |
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29 
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Nov 18, 2018 19:41:23 GMT -8
Early in the morning, just as the sun began to crest over the horizon, a bang came to the door of the inn. After several moments of pause, it came again, more impatiently this time.
The more the innkeeper waited, the hastier the knocks became.
Standing outside, at the forefront of a rather lengthy posse of large dirt-and-leather golems carrying every variety of furniture and boxes, was an older woman. Grey-haired and willowy, the woman looked upon the innkeeper with a look of utter discontent. Her lips were drawn tight, eyes narrowed, brow creased: really, it didn't need to be said.
She held a rather regal appearance, dressed in a long gingham gown and a wide-brimmed hat, along with a furry coat that kept her much warmer than her glare would have one believe. She lifted her chin and greeted the innkeeper.
"Good morning, James Deepwinter. I have come to move in and retrieve my key."
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James Lazael Deepwinter
Committed
One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Nov 18, 2018 19:56:04 GMT -8
James did not take long In answering the door, though he was wiping his hands off with a rag and smelled of soot though she could see that the hearth was unlit, though there was smoke coming from the chimney and to her knowledge there was no forge in the “estate”. He glanced at her following with a raised eyebrow and seemed somewhat surprised at her presence.
“Lady Fletcher, my apologies. I was of the impression you were moving in tomorrow. Come in come in, I will fetch your key presently.” He said as he stepped aside and gestured for her to enter. He bustled off behind the counter and retrieved a lockbox from beneath the counter as he fished a ring of keys from his pocket. “In any case, what brings you knocking at my door at this early hour? Our kind usually find ourselves in bed for more then a few hours past dawn.” He said with an easy grin as he unlocked the box and fished out another ring of keys that he brought to her.
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Nov 18, 2018 21:52:19 GMT -8
Though she raised her brows at Deepwinter's mistake, she did not comment as she followed him inside. She spared no time gazing around, as she had scoped the inn a week before when she had made her meeting with the man. At the time, she let him know that the refurbishment was adequate. Enough that she would be moving in temporarily.
When asked why she had decided to visit so early, the Fletcher replied with a wry smile. "I am old, Sir Deepwinter, and when you're old you realize how little time you have." She took the keys daintily, leveling her eyes with his. "Those who still have their youth should take notes. Thank you for the key. Worry not about the golems: they are very careful and will clean up after themselves. In the meantime, I would like some tea."
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James Lazael Deepwinter
Committed
One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Nov 20, 2018 9:43:58 GMT -8
James dipped into a slightly overdone formal bow.
“As you wish Lady Fletcher, it shall be done.” He said before turning on his heel and heading behind the counter.
He had never been one to drink much tea he entertained his enough guests who did that he had kept… ah, there it was. He pulled out a delicately crafted platinum teapot beautifully engraved with arcane runes. Almost as soon as he’d poured water into it it began whistling insistently. He quickly prepared a saucer of one of the more expensive teas he had on stock and poured the water, letting it deep before presenting it to his new tenant.
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Nov 20, 2018 10:18:38 GMT -8
After making her way to her door, Regina unlocked it for the golems. They filtered into the room with a clumsy amble, now and again bumping into the frame, causing their bodies to chip away and fall to the ground. She did not stick around to give directions and instead sauntered back over to the lobby, eyeing the innkeeper over the counter.
"How swift. Did you have the kettle ready?" she asked, taking the teacup in her hands. It was almost easy to miss unless one looked closely, but they shook. Not uncommon for her age.
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James Lazael Deepwinter
Committed
One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Nov 20, 2018 14:44:20 GMT -8
“I’d say I have magic hands but kettles are so much easier to enchant these days.” He said as he poured the rest of the water from the kettle back into the decanter it had come from. After storing it back in its cubby he pulled out a glass of his own and poured a measure of wine into it, raising it in toast. “To your health and comfort Lady Fletcher, to many days ahead gods willing.”
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Nov 20, 2018 20:20:24 GMT -8
The woman rose her tea as well, giving him a half-amused chuckle. "And gods unwilling. They've yet gotten the better of me," she replied. "You said that the teapot is enchanted. May I?"
Reaching into a pocket inside her dress, Regina picked out a pair of spectacles. Etched lightly on the glass, just around the rim, were a set of tiny, common runes. There was a chance that James recognized the item in her hand, which allowed her to view enchantments and makeup. "I, myself, am an artificer. Such things take my interest."
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James Lazael Deepwinter
Committed
One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Nov 20, 2018 20:44:06 GMT -8
"Feel free." He said, retrieving the kettle and setting it down in front of her. "My own design and an absolute nightmare to retrieve the materials for. It calls for several reagents from a steam dragon among other things and the metal has to be purest platinum before you start the forging process. Made a pretty penny selling some at auction though." He finished with another chuckle.
The runes were mostly minor enchantments for heat absorption, collection, and refraction on their own but en mass with other more complicated for enchantments calling upon the innate nature of the materials and others they made for an extremely complex pattern that would feed upon the surroundings and then self reinforce. A truly ingenious design, at least in James's admittedly biased opinion.
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Nov 20, 2018 23:41:08 GMT -8
As the older woman slipped on the spectacles, the entire layout of enchantments laid bare before her. It was a mix of runes and tempered magic, clumsily, but passably worked into the object. It wasn't an artisan's work, but it suitable for what it did. After all, it just needed to work, and work it did.
"How long have you been enchanting?" she asked the man. "This isn't the work of a master, though it is certainly not the work of a complete novice, either. Did you also create the teapot? The enchantment is woven so tightly into its design. You spoke of obtaining materials, so I assume you did the entire process yourself."
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Fel Beanna
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 584
Physical Description: A lean man standing at a height of 5'8", Fel is a man of whipcord muscles and hidden strength.
With the pale, eloquently sweeping features, a sharply angled nose set between two eyes the color of a winter storm he is a handsome man bordering on beautiful, or would be if it weren't for the ugly scar crossing his left eye and his perpetual look of icily disdainful apathy that is his default expression.
When he first escaped his hair was white as first snow and less then an inch long, but has since been regaining it's former color and length, and is now a long, braided salt and pepper mix that ranges from raven black to pure white but is still mostly a steely gray.
His willowy frame hides the fact that he is blindingly fast and deceptively strong, his strength the product of centuries of gladiatorial fighting for the amusement of the Unseelie lords and ladies.
Besides the numerous claw, fang, and blade scars that crisscross his body the most notable feature of his anatomy is that from the elbow down his left arm has been replaced with a magical prosthetic, made out of silver and ice, twisted metal and magic, hauntingly beautiful, breathtakingly cold, and viciously sharp...
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Clothes and Equipment: Fel wears banded silver half-plate and a long blue coat, both enchanted to be self repairing, extremely durable, and silent as a winter night.
Out of the armor he wears simple clothes in shades of grey and black. Riding boots, loose pants and shirts, and his coat that is never far from his hand.
He escaped the court with more then a few enchanted trinkets, blades, and other things but of the more notable include boots that are either completely silent or click as if he was walking on marble on any surface, his armor and cloak, and his arm which when gripped and pulled reveals its other form: the blade Blackice, formed from the remains of a fae spirit of wintry murder.
Allegiances: Himself and his friends
Player's online availability : fairly flexible
Registered: Nov 16, 2018 13:14:46 GMT -8
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Post by Fel Beanna on Nov 20, 2018 23:49:01 GMT -8
As James was about to answer there was a confused sounding elvish curse from outside before an older looking elvish gentleman worked his way through the crowd of golems and stepped inside with a glare aimed in James's direction. Nothing more then a glance before he rolled his eyes and stalked up to the counter, his boots clicking soundly against the hardwood as he grabbed one of the inverted glasses and a bottle of brandy. He glanced at Regina before looking at the teapot in her hands with a disapproving snort.
"Shoddy workmanship. It'd be a waste of platinum if it wasn't so heavily enchanted. One of the few actually useful items you've ever made James." He muttered darkly as he poured himself a glass and threw it back, revealing his left arm as his sleeve slid back to show the silvered intricacies of the magical prosthetic behind the glove he covered the hand with.
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James Lazael Deepwinter
Committed
One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Nov 20, 2018 23:51:56 GMT -8
"Like you're one to talk Fel. I haven't seen you work with wood in weeks. Always trinkets, rings, and baubles with you. Almost none are enchanted and you sell them for silver on the gold. You barely make enough profit to keep paying rent." He shot back a bit testily as he grabbed the bottle back and poured his own glass with a grumble. "If you'd just let me help I could at least add some minor workings of protection or disease prevention into them."
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Nov 21, 2018 0:09:01 GMT -8
"I was trying to be polite," commented the Fletcher, gazing up at the wiry elven fellow who made his way inside. She kept her spectacles on as she did so, noting the odd enchantment here and there throughout the lobby. The shield over the hearth did catch her attention, though the elf obstructed her view to grab a drink...
... using a rather peculiar fake, magical arm. She studied it until he relaxed it to his side, obstructing it from view. "Though I see now, you both have an appreciation for enchantments. It is often I'll find adventurers with one, perhaps two lucky items. Your repertoire is unusual."
She extended a hand toward Fel, staring at him with the same vague annoyance at James as she did when he answered the door. "You were going to introduce us, yes?"
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Fel Beanna
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 584
Physical Description: A lean man standing at a height of 5'8", Fel is a man of whipcord muscles and hidden strength.
With the pale, eloquently sweeping features, a sharply angled nose set between two eyes the color of a winter storm he is a handsome man bordering on beautiful, or would be if it weren't for the ugly scar crossing his left eye and his perpetual look of icily disdainful apathy that is his default expression.
When he first escaped his hair was white as first snow and less then an inch long, but has since been regaining it's former color and length, and is now a long, braided salt and pepper mix that ranges from raven black to pure white but is still mostly a steely gray.
His willowy frame hides the fact that he is blindingly fast and deceptively strong, his strength the product of centuries of gladiatorial fighting for the amusement of the Unseelie lords and ladies.
Besides the numerous claw, fang, and blade scars that crisscross his body the most notable feature of his anatomy is that from the elbow down his left arm has been replaced with a magical prosthetic, made out of silver and ice, twisted metal and magic, hauntingly beautiful, breathtakingly cold, and viciously sharp...
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Clothes and Equipment: Fel wears banded silver half-plate and a long blue coat, both enchanted to be self repairing, extremely durable, and silent as a winter night.
Out of the armor he wears simple clothes in shades of grey and black. Riding boots, loose pants and shirts, and his coat that is never far from his hand.
He escaped the court with more then a few enchanted trinkets, blades, and other things but of the more notable include boots that are either completely silent or click as if he was walking on marble on any surface, his armor and cloak, and his arm which when gripped and pulled reveals its other form: the blade Blackice, formed from the remains of a fae spirit of wintry murder.
Allegiances: Himself and his friends
Player's online availability : fairly flexible
Registered: Nov 16, 2018 13:14:46 GMT -8
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Post by Fel Beanna on Nov 21, 2018 12:01:14 GMT -8
Fel just gave her a neutral expression before turning back to James and raising his eyebrows.
"Real charmer you reeled in." He said dryly before holding out his hand. "I need the keys to the shop." He continued having apparently dismissed Regina from his notice completely. After they had been handed over he moved behind the counter and pulled open the trap door before turning back to Regina with a complete shift in demeanor.
"However if our distinguished guest is interested in our wares, then I believe we have much we could offer her." He said with a seemingly genuine smile that transformed his visage from cold chiseled marble to something warmer, some might say ruggedly handsome. He pulled a beautiful lacquered purpleheart box out of his coat and set it down in front of her, opening it to reveal a variety of beautiful jewelry nestled in black velvet. "If you wish to discuss a purchase or a request then you may find me later." He said cheerfully before disappearing down the stairs, closing the hatch behind him.
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James Lazael Deepwinter
Committed
One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Nov 21, 2018 12:07:01 GMT -8
James sighed as he fished out a set of silver keys and handed them to Fel with a muttered, "Couldn't have asked when no one was around? Bastard." before shrugging as he turned back to Regina. He paused to let Fel give his rather surprising sales pitch that James doubted would net him a customer anytime soon. After Fel disappeared into the basement he sighed again.
"My apologies Lady Fletcher, that was an acquaintance of mine who stays here occasionally by the name of Fel Beanna." He said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "He doesn't like... anyone really so please don't take it personally. He is one of the finest jewelers that I know and can be quite charming when he wants to be." He continued, gesturing to the open box.
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Nov 21, 2018 14:32:15 GMT -8
"Hmph. Surely you jest," said Regina, just as dryly as the elven man had been when speaking about her. When the jewels were presented, her mood did seem to lighten a bit. She studied them closely, trying to discern their type and make. "Some of these have very precious magical properties," she informed James. "Fel Beanna. Well. We might not be friends, but we might become business partners."
Someone had contracted her two years ago for a necklace of holding. She had a feeling that they would be knocking on her door very soon, and she would have nothing to give. If these two were the real deal, however...
"Do you venture out much, Deepwinter? I can see a sword near the furnace."
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James Lazael Deepwinter
Committed
One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Nov 21, 2018 16:33:09 GMT -8
"I've been known to wander. Sometimes I wander into places that lead to trouble and magical trinkets." He said cheerfully as he poured water into his glass to rinse it out. "Do you not approve of the blue bloods getting their hands dirty Lady Fletcher?" He asked jokingly as he polished the glass with a cloth.
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Nov 21, 2018 17:31:27 GMT -8
The woman nearly rolled her eyes and decided to batter him with sarcasm. "Yes, because status exempts us from doing hard work."
She slipped off her glasses and slid it back into her pocket. "No, I ask because my days of wandering are long gone. These days, I need to pay people to do it for me. In return, I could perhaps-" She gestured to the room before her, "-refine some of the craftsmanship here, or create something new if it strikes your fancy. Twenty years ago I carved a name for myself. Though it's been some time, I could easily do so again."
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James Lazael Deepwinter
Committed
One of the last sons of the Deepwinter house of old, He is tasked with guarding the family sword.
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: 28
Physical Description: Tall and lean, James is a handsome young man with fair, pale skin, raven hair, and piercing blue eyes. Muscled and scarred from the hard life he has been forced to lead he is willing to face trouble and meet it blow for blow to defend what he has left to call his own.
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Clothes and Equipment: Despite hard times the family has retained some of its wealth and materials. James wears a fine set of clothes, black riding boots, loose grey pants, a dark blue buttoned shirt, black vest, and a dark grey overcoat. A fine cloak hangs from his shoulders, kept in place by a beautiful pin, a ring of blue topaz surrounding a circular piece smoked quartz crystal both set in silver. On his ring is his father’s ring, and his father before him, a beautiful dark iron piece set with one large and four smaller black opals.
At his waist hangs one of his families remaining treasures, Void-dancer, his family’s magical broadsword, once a mighty weapon it’s power is now bound if still present.
On his shoulder hangs his pack and his instrument, a worn but lovingly maintained guitar. Stashed in his pack with traveling gear is a breastplate and various pieces of armor for when the days get grim and the mornings get bloody.
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Allegiances: Negotiable
Player's online availability : Fairly free
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 15:10:14 GMT -8
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Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Nov 23, 2018 18:33:24 GMT -8
"Why Lady Fletcher, barely a moment inside and already critiquing the decor. How very noble like." James aid with a grin as he leaned against the counter. "Well it really depends on what direction you direct me to wander and what you may be interested in me wandering into, merely by happenstance you understand." He continued, his countenance of a cat ready to pounce.
With his lids heavy and eyes half closed he held his posture casually held as if to burst into movement at the slightest provocation as he ran a finger along the rim of the recently polished glass. He wasn't really expecting any sort of conflict with the older noble, but he hadn't survived this long by being complacent. He had made enemies, what adventurer didn't at some point, and some were rather good at hiding in plain sight, sometimes even masquerading as others, and he wasn't quiet ready to go gently into the long night.
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Nov 23, 2018 20:27:28 GMT -8
With an elbow on the counter, the aging Fletcher planted her chin on the back of her hand. She looked at James with a nettled smile. "That well depends, though the direction of a witch's hut shouldn't be too out of the way. It would be an easy place to wander by, sitting just at the edge of the Free Plains." She slid her hand from beneath her chin and cradled her teacup. She gave it a swift twirl to temper the flavor of the leaves.
"It looks to me Mr. Beanna already has the other ingredient I need in this box. Otherwise, some kind of ore that is known for containing magic, instead of absorbing it. How does that sound to you, Sir Deepwinter? Does the offer strike you as difficult?"
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