Chesknight
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring that allows him to discern his location is focused on for about 5 minutes.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 19:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Chesknight on May 24, 2019 8:25:52 GMT -8
While not entirely accurate by human estimations, the fae of the Summer Court often celebrate the traditional festival of Midsomar whenever enough of them get the same idea. Often multiple times a summer and a couple of times, just to spite the Winter Court, on a particularly warm December day. The fog had rolled over much of the Fae's gathering point, cutting them from their usual home. Cast about and despondent many had scattered about, losing contact with their fellows. Today, however, they once again flocked back towards a central point. A key event that had spread far and wide called to them, literally and figuratively. A true, Midsomar festival! Most Fae knew the Chestknight. You didn't live for eternity and not know your drinking buddy's name after all!
The day was blue skied and warm, though surprisingly not nearly as hot as one might have expected. Weather was funny that way, if enough fae were thinking about it. As if in anticipation of its guests, it seemed as if the circle of mushrooms had widened, encircling a swath of land replace with fallen trees as long benches, polished stumps and chairs seemingly grown from single bursts of wood and vines. The tables were laden with berries and fruit from a common apple, to more exotic pineapples to the downright bizarre. Pink melons shaped like pears with orange flesh within, and spiky fruits that smelled absolutely foul when opened, yet tasted sweeter than most had ever experienced.
Already the fae danced, both zipping through the air, in couples upon the floor or alone, sometimes with invisible partners. Not everyone was in the Material Realm at the moment, but that didn't stop them from enjoying the festivities. Off near one of the edges of the field was a stump, the diameter of which suggested a tree of monstrous proportions. The surface was worn and polished, with roots running along the base that made it easy to climb down from, for the cut was about five feet from the earth. Upon it were musicians and singers, filling the air with the warmth of their music. Buzzing around, a few fairies held trays of nuts and berries, small pasties filled with pink foam (and occasionally a foul-tasting paste in the mix, just to liven things up a bit) and held pitches of wines and a thick, honey-like alcohol, smooth and deceptively intoxicating.
Among the fae with both peasants and nobility, for the invitations did not discriminate. Anyone the host had ever met, and a few he hadn't had received a personal invitation with no regards or favors to those of a higher status. Tables held no regards for status, and had any prince arrived he may find himself rubbing elbows with an impoverished farmer and a well-worn adventurer. Even beasts were allowed, although few had shown themselves as of yet. Yet within the festivities was the air of being closely regarded. Trouble would not be tolerated, and although one may not see a guard from where they were standing, it frequently made the implications of being a "Bad guest" that much more intimidating, for beneath each fae's twinkling eyes and sunny face was the spirit of something much older, and much darker.
Near the stage, at its own table was one section almost isolated from the rest. Near it, a modest throne made from weaved wood and wreathed in vines sporting an impossible selection of strawberries, blackberries and so forth. Currently it was empty as, despite the openness of the festival there was one "entryway" most guests found themselves gravitating towards and at that entryway stood the Chestknight in all his glory. He looked his typical, rotund self, and yet his cape was wreathed with nuts and berries that seemed to grow in spite of whether or not such things grew together or on vines at all. His amber eyes were squinted in what could only be a grin as he greeted the guests that came into the field, all of whom he seemed to know by name.
The Midsomar Festival was in full bloom.
(A few magical effects permeate the air here at the Midsomar's Festival, as old as the very earth they dance upon. One finds their inhibitions lowered, although by amounts difficult to quantify between individuals. A most stern schoolmistress might find herself merely tapping her foot along with the music, or else she might be dancing upon the tables, belting out drinking songs. The level of the effect is exactly to the amount that is fun for you, the player. On the other hand, a more firm, powerful magic lurks as well. Those with aggression, find they cannot quite bring themselves to draw their weapons. While they are not confiscated, this is only because even the most powerful and magic resistant are bound to the power of Mother Nature on this most holy of celebrations. If people wish to battle, it must be taken outside the Fairy Circle and away from the partygoers, although they may follow as they wish.)
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Judikael
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Physical Description: Standing at 5'6 headless Judikael is one of the terrible Dullahan. Clad in mithril plate, not an inch of his old flesh may be seen. His head he carries, a black leather thong wrapped around the ancient, polished skull, etched with intricate designs to resemble his own armor.
Often he is astride Gan, the black stallion of undeath that was once his mount in life and continues to be so in his centuries of undeath.
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Judikael wears full-plate armor of Mithral, which gleams like silver and is etched with so fine patterns it seems to be more a work of art than protection.
He holds an enchanted longsword, which he can use with great talent, as well as a deadly whip made of the spines on of one of long-forgotten foes.
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Registered: Apr 3, 2018 16:26:34 GMT -8
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Post by Judikael on May 24, 2019 8:33:47 GMT -8
Skirting the peripheral of the festivities a figure lurked so unlike the rest of the merrygoers. A headless creature, a skeletal head of which was bound about his swordbelt. Judikael, a dark creature of the Winter Court, was not invited to join among the merryment of the Midsomar. Yet, he had seen it for the opportunity that it was: A chance for those scattered Fae to return, and perhaps in the effort reconnect on the strange, emphatic level that linked them. He had come not as guest, nor friend or even foe. He was, at the moment, a watchful guardian. Other dullahan, those of whom he had managed to press once more into his service too stalked about, prepared to handle any issue that might arise with deadly efficiency.
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Rook
Established
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 May 24, 2019 8:42:54 GMT -8
Rook danced and sang, swigging large gulps of the thick, syrupy drinks as they sloshed about to the grass beneath him. His delicate hooves pattered on the grass, as he joined one fae, then another on a seemingly unending train of contained excitement. Even the very best of human celebrations never seemed to quite scratch his itch for fun, and he had been one of the first to arrive when word of a Midsomar had reached his ears. Peering around, his golden eyes sought familiar faces, or even better: New, pretty faces. The music that poured from the stage like a decanter refreshed him and his zeal and without concern he took to dancing once again.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on May 24, 2019 9:28:32 GMT -8
Faisine had been in relative solitude for the last few years, lending her hand in places where her services were needed but not staying in any one place for longer than necessary, and had been wandering the free lands for quite some time. It might not have seemed fair of her to disappear after finding a man who could have had her for a wife, or the fact that she had helped to liberate the women of the fallen Medan during the tail end of the Goraian war and the downfall of that state. She’d needed time to be alone after such a time, and she had simply never cared to re-enter society and act the noble, the rightful Duchess of what used to be land not far from Medan and the Usque. It was the remainder of the Usque that she wandered for the most part.
No longer the child that served to act spiteful toward others out of jealousy after the great cataclysm in which the whole world had been torn asunder, Faisine was a woman grown and matured beyond her years. She had taken over the role of guardian for the forest for the time since her cousin’s child was not yet of age to protect the place. And it was in the Usque that she received a most peculiar letter that somehow just made it into her hands and invited her to a festival she had never heard of. It was then that the young Faisine took herself from the enchanted forest and began her journey to this place of celebration.
The woman who stood just outside and was looking in was clad in soft wool and doeskin, her tapered digits curled around her staff and her feet planted at shoulder width, a crown or rowan settled atop her soft, platinum waves and blue eyes regarding her new surroundings with no small amount of curiosity. The spellsong found herself entering into the area where the festival was, wandering about silently, lifting her water skin to her lips for a sip of cool h2o, and she watched as others milled about while listening to the hum of conversation.
If asked, she would present the letter and murmur, “I am Faisine, Guardian-regent of the Usque.” Her voice, slightly huskier than it had been when she was younger, was still strong and sure, authoritative and almost sing song.
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Chesknight
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring that allows him to discern his location is focused on for about 5 minutes.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 19:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Chesknight on May 24, 2019 9:49:04 GMT -8
The Chestknight was being as certain as he could to greet every guest as they entered, but there were many. As such, he took it upon himself to identify those he had not caught entering. It was not so difficult a thing to notice Faisine, as her heavenly beauty was tempered by the touch of a faraway forest. Fae hovered around her, as if merely excited to be in her presence, giggling and glancing, some outright staring. As the Chestknight approached, however, the creatures quickly scattered with small shrieks of pretend fear like schoolgirls being chased with a bucket of water by a childhood crush. The knight was hardly what one might expect from another who held such a title. He was short, with a prodigious girth in a peculiar nut-like armor.
Closing the distance he gave a deep bow, his acorn head nearly brushing the grass in the act. "You have my greatest thanks for joining us here, Faisine, Guardian-regent of the Usque." he announced, with a voice several times larger and more noble than his appearance would suggest. "It pleases me to have yet another guardian of the forest among us. Please, eat and make merry! Know that among the Midsomar you will come to no harm." With that the fae knight straightened to his full, unimpressive height, amber eyes gazing up at the taller, slender figure before him.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on May 24, 2019 10:13:52 GMT -8
She gave a graceful bow, and she would say, “Tell me, Sir Acorn, why I have been invited to such an event? I have been quite absent from society for some time now and I was fairly certain my name is not one to travel upon the lips of others. You’ve honored me, a stranger from afar.” Indeed, it had been a surprise to have received the letter of invitation. Her piercing blue eyes peered down at the small figure, which was saying something since she was small herself, a petite young woman.
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Gwyneth Sol
Established
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 May 24, 2019 10:18:49 GMT -8
Gwyneth breathed a soft sigh of relief as well as a soft 'Thank you' when the great willow parted it's limbs for her and she finally stepped into the clearing of the festival. It was one of the few times she actually willing socialized with others, especially of her heritage. Generally, it was a good time and there was less contempt towards her in this way when all were in a good mood and less likely to notice her. But there were always years like this one where the nymphs caused a stir as she passed, even with her head down.
But she was here now, and intended to make the best of her time- renewing her relations with some suppliers, meeting with some she could tentatively call acquaintances, and enjoying some good music. She lowered her cloak's hood carefully, the rounded points of her ears almost wiggling as they were exposed to the air for the first time in a while and the runes adorning her neck and cheeks shimmering a soft gold. She bit her lip as she saw Chesknight across the clearing and slowly made her way over. She always thanked the spirit for being nice enough to continue to extend his invitation to her year after year.
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Chesknight
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring that allows him to discern his location is focused on for about 5 minutes.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 19:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Chesknight on May 24, 2019 10:35:14 GMT -8
"The letter which I sent, arrived to those who needed them, or who deserved my respect and admiration. Your defense of the Usque is a noble cause, to be respected." he stared up with admiration at the enchanting being before him, giving a nod of respect. "I am at your service, milady, and in return I only ask that you grace us tonight with your presence." His lofty words lost their ceremonial edge as a two fairies approached, tugging along a spilling pitcher between them.
"Drink, drink! This is no time to be so stoic, sir knight!" they chimed in unison with small, tinkling voices easily heard above the din of partygoers. As if hearing this a tankard floated over as if of its own volition, and the fae clumsily poured it to spillage of the honey-liquid. Reaching out to grab the tankard's handle, equal parts with thanks and the apprehension that they might spill it on their guest if left to control it with their powers. The Chestknight had been about to add to his reply, when he quickly spied another approaching.
"Lady Sol!" he exclaimed, pleased to see the woman who approached them. "I am so very glad you took up my invitation! I feared this may not be the nature of event you would want to attend." Giving a respectful bow, he motioned to the newcomer. "Lady Faisine, this is Lady Gwyneth Sol a kindred spirit to us I can say! Lady Sol, this is Lady Faisine, Guardian-regent of the Usque, gracing us with her presence after a long absence."
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Yamato Sano
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 17
Physical Description: He stood 5’8 inches and wieghed 170 pounds, his caramel complexion could be seen from a distance away, his figure seemed untrain due to the lack of muscles from his buildp. His hair was dark green color with a few hints of his black natural hair color, on his upper left arm wore the kanji for “Death” in a bright crimson tone. His hazel eyes could remind people of the coming of fall, his face was smooth almost comparable to that of a newborn.
Clothes and Equipment: A greenish-brown jacket which he usually wears only to hide the tattoo on his left arm, underneath it is a white sleeveless shirt made from a cheap cotton he once gathered; from the same cotton was the stretchable black pants he possessed. His black shoes were once his father’s which at another point in time belong to one of his old nieghbors. Two silver blade katana and sheathes which came with them.
Allegiances: N/A
Registered: May 20, 2019 1:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Yamato Sano on May 24, 2019 10:44:12 GMT -8
Yamato Slowly entered the path with every step the music and sound of joy became louder until the glamorous party was finally in eyes length, he rushed to the entrence of the party to watch the groupings of faes dancing and a few dancing on their own. Despite wanting to stand at the entrance and search for the chestknight, his shoulders bopped up and down simply from the view it was obvious he had no sense of rhythm yet could force himself to stop “what type of magic is this?” he thought to himself as he began to think back to Four days prior to today.
Barely hours since he departed from Leon, Noel, and the SAQ section base of operations, he found himself alone yet with an uneasy sense to draw his blade, resting his individual hands on their respective sword grip which rested on his waist “any good swordsman can feel danger, only the great know when not to draw their swords.” The words of his paternal grandfather whispered into his ears. He released the grip with his right hand and attempted to catch the invitation which pierced its way into his palm, the wound to his hand wasn’t deep but the wound in his heart was.
Yamato came back to his senses with his whole body doing a light shake, he rolled his eyes, turned around and began to slowly walk backwards to the table with the food, once he made it his body danced less and began to stuff his face with a few of the pears with orange flesh on them, the juiciness of the fruits he ate slowly made its way of the side of his lips and down to his chin.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on May 24, 2019 10:54:11 GMT -8
She gave a nod, then said, "I thank you for your invitation in any case." And then she was introduced to another and she gave the same, graceful bow that she had just given earlier. "Good morrow," she said as she straightened her form, and tipped her staff a little in gesture. She wasn't going to be there long, she thought as she stood there, not smiling even as the fae seemed to be swarming about and trying to muster up good cheer from the merrymakers. It wasn't that she was sad or anything, but Faisine had not smiled since the end of the war, and maybe she had hardened some. She watched the fae flit about and almost wanted to start singing them all to sleep.
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Freya Haldar
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 23
Physical Description: Freya is a tall druid woman and Taingaardian woman standing 1.80 m tall with visible strength to her body. She has a fair complexion and wine red hair that curls down to her elbows and some of her locks have been braided. She has brown eyes, though they turn yellow whenever she channels her animalistic powers.
Clothes and Equipment: Freya wears a hybrid leather and chain mail armor along with her druid amulet around her neck. She has a rune inscribed sword at her left and often carries a bow and arrows on her back.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:09:42 GMT -8
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Post by Freya Haldar on May 24, 2019 12:50:34 GMT -8
A fox having come to Freya with the letter lodged in between its jaws Freya had taken it and read it. Fae of any kind were naturally present around Taingaard but the citizen and the fae lived normally miles and miles apart and would rarely see even the shadow of each other. Myth and tale told about both the fairies that brought luck and good omens and the more malign pixies which were aggressive and hostile towards anything they considered a threat. Which was basically anyone but themselves.
Still this letter was seemingly not written by someone of ill intent and Freya would let the good omen of the fox carrying it to her be the proof that it was not some elaborate trap from a witch or dark fae. Her adventuring through the world was something her father - the tain - was not unfamiliar with and as such she was sure he would have no problems with her going away a few weeks. Getting to see this place and meet fae and fairies in person.
Approaching the festival having finding the way by scent Freya was in the shape of a white panther. Before coming into contact with any fae or participants she morphed back into human form, her shape shifting leaving her slightly dizzy for a moment. Freya however let out a grin and strode towards the entryway to the festival's main area, and while eyeing a most odd and round fellow she stopped curiously and halfway bowed. "Freya Haldar of Taingaard. I am an adventurer - of sorts..." she explained her hands motioning in a skeptic way as a faint and soft smile appeared. "Can I enter and join the celebrations?"
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Gwyneth Sol
Established
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 May 24, 2019 14:27:14 GMT -8
Gwyneth jumped a bit at suddenly being addressed, startling so bad she nearly fumbled her staff. She gave him an embarrassed smile as she hurried over to him, a firmer grasp on her staff. "T-Thank you for the invitation Chesknight. I do try to make an effort to attend the festival when I'm able... M-My annual socializing e-event and all." She said in her soft tone, very much like the whisper of autumn leaves agitated by the wind. It was almost impossible to hear over the celebration but somehow it still reached their ears clear as day. Holding her staff across her body, she gave a quick bow to the woman she'd been introduced to, avoiding her eyes again out of embarrassment.
"I-It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Faisine." She spoke again in her soft tones before she rose slowly, holding her staff in both hands. "I.. I believe I've heard the trees whisper your name upon occasion. I-It is nice to put a name to the face."
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on May 24, 2019 16:08:06 GMT -8
Her face registered surprise. Had the trees really spoken of her? The gentlewoman said in dulcet tones, "I see... I... never would have guessed that my name was important enough to pass along. I am honored." And she meant it. She then gave a smile, one that brightened her face, for it was sweet and warm. "Thank you. I shan't be long though, I cannot leave the Usque unattended, for it is growing back after a fire created by the Dragon Trogdor. I am trying to make sure the saplings have a chance to grow into mighty oaks one day so that the Usque legacy can live on stronger than ever."
She glanced around to the other people and looked as if she would bolt, which wouldn't be surprising considering the things that she had seen in her short life.
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Gwyneth Sol
Established
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 May 24, 2019 16:42:45 GMT -8
Gwyneth gave her own smile in return as she nodded and stepped back. "I bid you a safe journey back and bless your mission well." She smiled before she turned to her hip, flipping open a holster and sifting through some vials. She took a few out, a keen eye evaluating them before she picked out one and shook it carefully. "I-If you care to, take this. It will help them to establish their root systems and endure." She said as she tucked the rest away and lightly tapped the vial with her cane, making the green substance glow a soft teal now, swirling within the confines of the glass. "Sprinkle it at their base when a rain shower is due and you will see the best results."
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on May 24, 2019 17:05:32 GMT -8
She took the vial and had a strange look on her face as she studied it. "I shall try this. There is a lot of ground to cover, but this might help with a good sized bit." She had seen the devastation upon her arrival to the Usque, and she had wept for all of the char she had seen and monitored closely for new growth out of the ashes. She cleared her throat and said, "I wish I could have been there to stop the dragon from ruining such history as he did. Leagues of forest, gone in one felt swoop. I wonder if someone managed to slay him." She looked up at the other woman and said, "Thank you. This means a lot to the people of the Usque."
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Chesknight
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring that allows him to discern his location is focused on for about 5 minutes.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 19:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Chesknight on May 24, 2019 17:46:30 GMT -8
With his two guests suitably introduced, the Chesknight excused himself. He hoped that, like the trees of Usque, he could help the two women to work together and grow. For now, however, he had other guests to attend to. No sooner than he had left the side of Faisine and Gwenyth that he encountered another such guest.
"Ah, Lady Haldar!" the knight exclaimed, approaching the druid with a bow. "Please, do join us! I pray you tell me of what is transpiring in Taingaard for I have friends from there." he mentioned warmly. Another drink arrived, this one already filled, thankfully, with the sweet drink being passed around and hovered temptingly within reach of the woman. Indeed, the Knight did seem interested and as he straightened he gazed up with amber eyes.
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Gwyneth Sol
Established
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 May 24, 2019 18:44:21 GMT -8
Gwyneth smiled back at the woman and nodded to her. "Of course. I try to help where I can. And fear not, I assure you, it will go farther than you may think. Use it sparingly but if you need more or anything more, do not hesitate to whisper to the trees. It will no doubt reach my ear soon enough. I am always listening." She relaxed then a bit, setting the base of her staff back into the ground.
"I wish I could help more like looking for the dragon, but I am no fighter or hunter. I do not know the extent of the damage to the wood but with any luck it can be remedied."
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on May 24, 2019 19:59:51 GMT -8
"I don't think he lives... There were two dragons, Jark and Trogdor... Jark was involved with Goraia at some point, a traitor after helping me, and I am not sure of Trogdor except in that he destroyed hundreds of acres. The Usque will grow back, it isn't the first time it's been attacked and it won't be the last. The people of the Usque do what they can to safeguard it... You would be most welcome to visit one day of it is your wish to help." She smiled, relaxing as well. When the fae brought around drink, she took one and sipped at it.
After a thoughtful pause, she asked, "May I ask what it is you do? Are you a mage?"
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Yamato Sano
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 17
Physical Description: He stood 5’8 inches and wieghed 170 pounds, his caramel complexion could be seen from a distance away, his figure seemed untrain due to the lack of muscles from his buildp. His hair was dark green color with a few hints of his black natural hair color, on his upper left arm wore the kanji for “Death” in a bright crimson tone. His hazel eyes could remind people of the coming of fall, his face was smooth almost comparable to that of a newborn.
Clothes and Equipment: A greenish-brown jacket which he usually wears only to hide the tattoo on his left arm, underneath it is a white sleeveless shirt made from a cheap cotton he once gathered; from the same cotton was the stretchable black pants he possessed. His black shoes were once his father’s which at another point in time belong to one of his old nieghbors. Two silver blade katana and sheathes which came with them.
Allegiances: N/A
Registered: May 20, 2019 1:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Yamato Sano on May 25, 2019 5:17:33 GMT -8
Yamato finished stuffing his face with the repeated motion of his foot tapping against the ground, he searched around for a fae carrying drinks and swiftly gulped down one of them “thank you!” He spoke then made his way to advertisers his group; He stumbled upon two women, both seemingly young yet had a mature beauty. “Excess me.” He interrupted after one asked the other if she was a mage “My name is Yamato Sano of SAQ Sect, we are a mercenary group which wants to help other aquire true peace.” He paused after giving faisine and gwyneth their mission statement “If there is ever a problem please reach out to us at Snowfall Castle, we assist with all kinds of issues.” He smiled to both and waited for a response, if any.
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Freya Haldar
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 23
Physical Description: Freya is a tall druid woman and Taingaardian woman standing 1.80 m tall with visible strength to her body. She has a fair complexion and wine red hair that curls down to her elbows and some of her locks have been braided. She has brown eyes, though they turn yellow whenever she channels her animalistic powers.
Clothes and Equipment: Freya wears a hybrid leather and chain mail armor along with her druid amulet around her neck. She has a rune inscribed sword at her left and often carries a bow and arrows on her back.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:09:42 GMT -8
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Post by Freya Haldar on May 25, 2019 10:49:11 GMT -8
It was a funny but merry little fellow that stood before her and he even claimed to have friends in Taingaard? With the Taingaardian people as adventurous as they were that sentiment didn't seem odd at all for Freya. "Well met indeed!" she said and smiled. "Taingaard is seeing itself prosper in trade and culture so I cannot say that we are doing poorly. Also the yearly Hunt has just been settled with the winners being foreigners for the first time in many years!" Freya explained enthusiastically already feeling the vibe in the compelling her to let loose and celebrate - for whatever reason.
Something else was in the air though and soon she saw a floating glass approaching and after studying it for a brief moment like a paw dash she snatched it. Smelling it carefully she put her lips to the edge of the glass and sipped it. "It's... honey-like and I certainly do trace a bit of alcohol here. It's quite nice!" Freya said surprised being reminded of the mead the Taingaardians made back home - but those similarities were only superficial. "What is this drink Mr. Knight?" her brows furrowing with curiosity. Perhaps she could pry out a recipe to take back home?
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