A Spirit Guardian
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Physical Description: As a spirit of nature, this guardian has many forms, changing with the seasons, the weather, or to match her surroundings. One consistency is her pale skin and bright eyes that mimic a full moon.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: May 15, 2018 20:06:46 GMT -8
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Post by A Spirit Guardian on May 28, 2019 15:43:51 GMT -8
The tiniest smile made its way to the spirit’s face as the boy scrambled away, watching him briefly until he found a corner. She then gave the woman her full attention. “Gladly received,” she answered.
Scanning her face, the spirit nodded. “I surmised. A glance was all I needed to realize it. Unfortunately, I am ignorant to this festival’s nature and that of many of those here. Perhaps you could teach me what I am missing, starting with your name.”
Briefly, she gave the woman before her a bow. “I do not go by any one. Feel free to name me at will.”
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on May 28, 2019 15:45:19 GMT -8
“All of them have been good, Chesknight, because everything bad was recieved with mirth,” she added with a tiny chuckle.
Though she took a moment to glance around, taking time to notice the fingers pointing her way, she only raised her eyebrows and smiled in response, otherwise training her attention on the guests in front of her.
“- and now I’m very right side up. Is that how you prefer it?” she asked teasingly to the druid woman. “A pleasure to meet you, Lady Haldar- rather, how about I just call you Freya?”
To answer her question, Khepri bit her lip in thought. “Well, I could say it’s a little bit like here. My home in the sky, that is. The jungle below is much less forgiving. I wouldn’t visit if I were you, especially since any reason to go there is right in front of you.” A joyful laugh followed.
“And ah, Taingaard. I have been there. My team won the Great Hunt-” She lifted her hand to display the gorgeous ring that appeared black until the light hit it, where it would sheen like pure silver. “We got these gorgeous rings for it. I do say, I enjoyed my stay there. A wonderful country, if a little cold.”
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Jochi
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 20
Physical Description: Lean, tan, long-haired, and strapping, this young man takes great pride in his personal appearance- and for good reason! He's often seen with an impish smile on his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Jochi enjoys a wide assortment of colorful clothing, usually made of dyed cotton or wool, with an occasional expensive item made of silk.
He also carries a flute, his weapon of choice as a bard, though he is also armed with a long knife, usually used for skinning animals.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 21, 2018 19:02:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jochi on May 28, 2019 15:45:49 GMT -8
Before he was able to greet the Chesknight, Jochi caught sight of a scene that could only be written in comedy. Mischief in his eyes, he wandered off, winding his way through the fae, gracefully accepting one of the beverages offered, and landing himself next to the dejected boy in the corner.
“I’ve never seen anyone kick a puppy, but I imagine that’s what you look like,” he snickered, hiding his mouth behind his cup of wine. “Would you like some sage advice or some encouraging company? I’m rather good at both, I admit.”
A hand was offered to the lad with green hair. “I am Jochi. And you?”
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on May 28, 2019 16:35:35 GMT -8
There was a storm gathering on the horizon. Not for those at the Midsomar Festival, but rather for one of its attendees.
A carriage rolls up to the gathering and it is practically full to the brim. Seven children and two adults who had just spent a considerable amount of time trying to keep the children from going utterly stir crazy. Even children as well behaved as those of The High Marshal of Isra could become terrors when cooped up for so long.
When they finally arrived at the fairy circle, the doors practically explode open and excited squeals can be heard as six cat eared children and one silent little human girl all but fly out of the carriage. They are ready to bolt into the crowd but the firm voice of their father catches them before they can get separated.
The hard eyes of The High Marshal of Isra sweep over the gathering. For many, his face was an expressionless mask, remote and unreadable. But as he looks from his children to the woman at his size the corner of his eyes softens. However, they may be able to tell that there was some unknown tension weighing heavily on his shoulders beyond that of the duties he carried.
Still, that was a worry he hoped to forget for the day. When his children learned of the festival they'd insisted that the family go and though Alden hadn't felt quite comfortable having his kids outside the safety of Isra learning of the potent magic that prevented violence in the fairy circle had persuaded him to allow it.
"Alright what do you want to do first?"
He asks the kids all of whom shout out different answers. There were so many things to do at the festival and each of them had an idea of what would be the most fun. However, one small voice with a lisp made a suggestion that caught like wildfire. "Candy Appwes." And soon the children are chanting it in chorus.
"Alright, let us see if we can find you some candy apples."
Their father says with an indulgent smile. The sheer excitement that the children had at the possibility of getting their favorite treat was infectious enough to make him forget his worries. He just hoped that it was something that could be purchased at the festival, if it wasn't he wasn't quite sure what he would do to balm such dissapointment.
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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 28, 2019 17:03:31 GMT -8
She knew she turned heads even as she did not turn hers... Her lack of interest was telling, and Faisine was not someone who showed that kind of interest to just anybody. A man named Dantess was the only one who she had ever wanted that kind of thing from and she had no clue whether he still lived or if the end of the war had taken him too; she'd only been a child about the same age as the boy when she had met the man in question. He was the one an only she hurt for, and even then? It never made it beyond the thought of a kiss. And the boy? Well, he would be alright. When the time was right, he would find someone to woo and their head would eventually turn his way. He was still young.
Fai looked at the unnamed one and tilted her head whilst she listened. There was something earthy and feral about the blond, a dignity about her that was princess like in only good ways. “I haven’t been around people in three years, m’lady Nemo. I know nothing about this festival… I have never attended before. I am Faisine, guardian regent of the Usque…” At that, she took in a deep breath, let it out, and then continued, “What is it you wish to know? If I can answer you, I will.”
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on May 28, 2019 17:42:34 GMT -8
The blanket was pulled from their heads and the children -- if one could call them children, considering Voltaire was easily taller than Genevieve -- were immediately awed by the goings-on of the festival.
The golden-haired Lady St. James, of course, was far more reserved, although her smile was a little brighter.
"Oh, Maman, please, please, I want to see what that is," Gabrielle begged, the human girl with the red curls bouncing on her toes as she pointed in some fantastic direction.
"If Voltaire goes with you," Genevieve said.
The kids raced off, leaving Genevieve with Foxgloves. She smiled at him, her smile just a touch sadder than it had been before.
"Thank you, Foxgloves. I'm sure you'll find us when it's time," the lady spoke, her voice smooth and accented and prepared to be alone for a while.
When Foxgloves was gone, the beautifully dressed woman glanced around the meadow and took in the sights. She could smell the magic in the air, the sweetness of it. She wondered if she should let her hair down from it's twist, but thought better of it.
Instead, Genevieve began to stroll, her gown trailing slightly behind her, the sunlight catching the honey of her hair and the gleam of the subtle jewelry she wore around her neck.
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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 28, 2019 20:48:00 GMT -8
Gwyneth blinked at the slew of questions, quickly overwhelmed. That was the trouble with her minimal conversational skills. Chatty folk like the satyr before her inevitably managed to talk rapid circles around her. It took her a few moments to piece together everything he had said before formulating a response that was at least somewhat coherent.
"I-I don't owe Chesknight anything... And n-no I do not typically seek out these events. But... I do try to make it to at least one. Partly to show I... I am still around and also f-for... things like supplies and techniques... t-those I can learn from others." She said carefully, fiddling with the cup of honey drink she'd been given. "...I also... do not dance. I never learned... it was never really a skill that I needed to have on hand so... I didn't. So... I may step on some toes... Or..." She glanced back down at their feet, her runes flaring slightly in embarrassment. "...H-Hooves rather."
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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 29, 2019 8:44:32 GMT -8
At the "rotund" comment the Chesknight chuckled good-naturedly, patting his stomach before turning to face Khepri as she righted herself. As she revealed that she had completed the Hunt, displaying the shimmering ring, a certain change came over the partygoers in the immediate vicinity. The fae that buzzed around seemed to slow, observing her more closely. Smiles that had once been the grins of cheering revelers suddenly felt entirely-too-much like sharks circling their prey.
"Congratulations!" The Chesknight declared and yet despite his feigned enthusiasm is rang somewhat hollow. "Perhaps, however, it would be best to keep that to yourself for today." he added pointedly, although with more concern than anger. With a glance at the surrounding fae they broke off, resuming their merriment as if nothing in the world had occurred. He could keep her safe here, he knew. None of them would try and break the rites of the festival, they couldn't even truly consider that possibility, as ingrained as it was. That didn't mean the Bird of Paradise would be safe among his people in the future but here she had nothing to worry about. Indeed, only those most in-tune with nature would have realized the faux pas at all.
As the new guests flooded in, and children ran about the festival, a number of fairies hovered nearby, some as small as bumblebees following after cat-eared children like sparks in the wake of a meteor. There was an underlying temptation in place. A desire that many fae couldn't fight. How easy would it be for a parent to lose one of so many children in a crowd, never to find it again? Or to find something else very much like the lost one? Yet, they knew the rules. Not the traditional rules of course. Before the Chesknight throwing these little shindigs the rules on these sorts of things were more lax. The knight insisted, however, that children were under his personal protection and few fae wanted to bother with something *that* difficult. Instead they fluttered around the cat-eared babes, hearing their desires and leading them to a platter stacked high with candied apples that, any earlier observer might have noted were absent before their arrival.
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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 29, 2019 9:40:54 GMT -8
Freya followed the turning of Khepri with her eyes as if she was performing some circus act - it seemed that even the small things were being amplified by either the drink or the magic that added cheerfulness to the air. "Well that you certainly are!" Freya said and chuckled fairly amused. That lady really seemed to be in the right mood. "I think in the spirit of the celebrations just 'Freya' will suffice." she answered wondering if she hadn't seen her before somewhere.
The chuckle went to laughter as the bird's terrible self boasting entertained Freya. "Well then, which of the best qualities do you take with you from Paradise then?" she inquired already expecting an entertaining answer.
"Have you..?!?" Freya said surprised, although as she said it Freya did remember that Khepri was a part of the group of people who won. "Ahh yes you met with my father!" she said and gazed at the very special ring that proved it to be true. "Yes, it does get chilly around there, but then again it is advisable to follow custom and wear clothes." Freya winked remembering that Khepri had been known to dress as nature intended while she stayed there.
However suddenly it seemed like the festivities decelerated quite rapidly and everyone's eyes were fixed on Khepri. Freya's smile turned to a frown as she remembered that the 'monster' they caught had actually been a fairy of sorts - a fairy who had assaulted a grown man and left him poisoned and unconscious. This however was hardly the time for discussing such touchy topics of crime and punishment lest she wanted to be dragged into it - and she didn't.
"Perhaps... we should proceed inside the ring and find another cup of this very delicious drink?" Freya suggested with a fake smile whispering out of the corner of the mouth as she led Khepri along with a hand on her shoulder. "You didn't do anything stupid like grinding it to fairy dust, did you..?" Freya snarled.
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Aya Prinn
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Physical Description: :::::::::::
She is of an average height, 5'5" roughly.
dark, curly hair and gray, inquisitive eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: :::::::::::
She wears flowing gowns of filmy material
Jewelry in gold and silver, some gems
Jeweled dagger
Registered: Mar 24, 2017 8:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Aya Prinn on May 29, 2019 16:38:01 GMT -8
Her father was a quirky old Baron whose children were grown. Her older brother would one day take his place, her sister would be happily married to a man of higher status, and she, Amaya, the bookish one, would probably happily become a spinster if it meant she could make her own choices. Of course, her father did not like this idea and ended up acquiescing to her wishes. Of course, Amaya had no illusions of grandeur when choosing to set off on her own destiny; she knew that she would have to make her own money to do with as she pleased and tuck away her small allowance for a nest egg.
She'd been traveling for some time now, finding odd jobs along the way but never really finding a place where she fit. She was holding out for being the perfect companion to a higher ranking aristocrat, perhaps become a governess at the very least. There was a small part of her through all of that, that daydreamed of being found by a man and asked to watch the children he'd had with his late wife, and she would show him how good she was at nurturing... but that was just the young one talking to her.
It was through her journey that she received a letter to a festival that sounded so very fanciful that she could not help but to be intrigued by it all. The young miss had wonder filled eyes and ruddy cheeks from good cheer. She lifted on her toes, bounced once on them every few moments, her eyes trying to drink in the sight before her.
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on May 29, 2019 17:04:13 GMT -8
Foxgloves watched as the children vanished into the crowd, then turned his attention back to Genevieve.
"I'm sure I will, Ms. St. James. Do enjoy the festival and try to relax. It's good for you. I'll see you around."
He wandered off, moseying through the crowd and watching the various revelers as they danced and laughed. They certainly seemed like they were having fun, and part of him wanted to join them. However, he had work to do. After all, so many people gathering around almost certainly meant that there were customers to be found. His work never ended, and that was how he liked it. Idleness didn't suit him, after all.
As he strolled through the crowd, his gaze fell on a young woman just arriving to the festival. She had that look about her, the look of someone who was looking for something. That was his favorite kind of person. Oftentimes, people who were looking for something didn't know exactly what they were looking for, and Foxgloves was always more than happy to convince them that his wares were what they'd been searching for this entire time. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out an enormous sunflower before approaching the woman and tapping her on the shoulder with a long, pointy finger.
"Hello," he said. "You look to be in search of something. Perhaps I could help, Miss Prinn?"
He offered her the sunflower, its yellow pedals shining brightly in the sunlight.
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Aya Prinn
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Physical Description: :::::::::::
She is of an average height, 5'5" roughly.
dark, curly hair and gray, inquisitive eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: :::::::::::
She wears flowing gowns of filmy material
Jewelry in gold and silver, some gems
Jeweled dagger
Registered: Mar 24, 2017 8:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Aya Prinn on May 29, 2019 17:24:54 GMT -8
She looked toward the source of a sudden voice and the owner of the flower in her face, startled. Her mouth dropped open a little and she squinted at him in confusion. "Um... Yes? Perhaps?" She then looked around and discovered that the people who'd had her attention had moved elsewhere. "I don't even know why I am here. Someone sent me a letter to come here and I am not sure why. But it looks like some fun, so why not stay for a minute?" She frowned then and turned toward the male, taking the sunflower stem in her hand. It was a bit too large to put behind her ear like she would a wildflower.
"Who are you?" she asked, "And thank you for the flower, it's quite lovely." How did he know her name but she did not know his? Had she met the man before in one of the many counties she had visited in her travels? He did not look familiar... Or maybe he was the person who sent the invitation, she thought. Was that it?
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on May 29, 2019 17:40:10 GMT -8
Foxgloves nodded, the points of his hood flopping as he did so. So he'd been right, then. He was usually right, but it was still nice when his suppositions were validated.
"A letter," he said. "How novel. Certainly a very direct sort of invitation, don't you think? I'd have imagined people to have been brought here by more subtle means. A missed turn, a lost horse, a light in the woods...the sort of things that lead people to simply show up believe it to be chance. A letter definitely means that someone wanted you here, and I'm sure there must have been a reason behind that. Maybe the reasons will become apparent, maybe not. Who knows, with fae?"
Had everyone received written invitations, he wondered? He'd simply heard about the festival through the grapevine, as it were. Whispers and rumors picked up along his travels, scraps of truth woven into elaborate tales full of egregious falsehoods. Perhaps that had been his invitation.
"As for me," he continued, "I'm Foxgloves. I sell things. All manner of things. If you are in fact looking for something, I'm certain that I can provide it for a very reasonable price. It's what I do, after all."
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Aya Prinn
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Physical Description: :::::::::::
She is of an average height, 5'5" roughly.
dark, curly hair and gray, inquisitive eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: :::::::::::
She wears flowing gowns of filmy material
Jewelry in gold and silver, some gems
Jeweled dagger
Registered: Mar 24, 2017 8:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Aya Prinn on May 29, 2019 18:03:31 GMT -8
"Aye, a letter." She nodded firmly, pulled it out and presented it. "It was quite the surprise, I can assure you. I am a mere human, why would they have wanted to invite me?" Then she gave a shrug. Her hands folded in front of her as she listened to his query about what she was looking for. She frowned... What was she looking for? Certainly nothing that was sold for any price.
"I don't seek anything but a place in the world. I have been looking for a place to settle, work, and perhaps even writing." She released her hands and patted her upper thighs through her silks, tilting her head back to study a cloud or two like the dreamer she was.
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on May 29, 2019 21:23:03 GMT -8
"The inner workings of a fae's mind are a mystery to folks such as us," said Foxgloves. "Perhaps they wanted to kidnap you, or steal your youth. Maybe they got you confused with someone else, or decided that they'd like to trick you into signing away your future children. Perhaps they simply thought your presence would brighten up the event. That's certainly a possibility, especially if you walk around with that sunflower."
The sunflower in question seemed to glow, and one could almost feel warmth radiating from its face. It certainly was a very nice flower indeed, if a bit inconvenient to carry around. Foxgloves followed her gaze up to the clouds, watching them with Amaya for a moment before continuing.
"I do enjoy clouds. That one looks like a duck, don't you think? Still, I don't think you'll find a place for yourself up there. A person's place is down here on the ground...until it isn't. What if there was a place up there for you, in the clouds? What if I told you that you could get there, and all it took was a hop, a skip, and a jump? Or perhaps a two-step and a shuffle. Do you know how to dance, Miss Prinn?"
He reached into the pocket of his coat, his arm vanishing all the way to the elbow as he rummaged. After a moment of searching, he pulled out a pair of ruby-red boots that almost certainly should not have been able to fit in a coat pocket and offered them to Amaya.
"Try these on," he said. "I'll let you test them out, to see if you want to buy them. I found them in an old wardrobe in the middle of a mushroom forest, can you believe that? They look like they've been chewed on by rats. Anyways, put them on. We'll dance, and you'll see exactly how useful these boots can be."
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Aya Prinn
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Physical Description: :::::::::::
She is of an average height, 5'5" roughly.
dark, curly hair and gray, inquisitive eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: :::::::::::
She wears flowing gowns of filmy material
Jewelry in gold and silver, some gems
Jeweled dagger
Registered: Mar 24, 2017 8:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Aya Prinn on May 30, 2019 7:04:38 GMT -8
"Perhaps," she said with a certain curiosity. Her eyes moved from him to the crowd and back again, though she did not say more on that particular topic. There wasn't much to be said, a festival was supposed to be busy and loud and fun. She noticed the sunflower and gave a strange look, starting to wonder if Foxgloves was just messing with her with some strange shenanigans.
"What on earth are you talking about? I look up because I like to, not because I seek what's up there." What a peculiar person, she thought and frowned. "I do know how to dance," she said in reply. She watched him reach into his coat and pull out some gnarly looking shoes. She stared as he told her to take them, "Ummm, they look too big for my feet," she said honestly, her feet were rather dainty.
"I am not looking to buy anything though, I even said so. I need work, the girl I was a companion to married almost a year ago and I need to find another." But never, she thought, would she find herself marrying, would she now? Aya cleared her throat and shook her head, "I don't wish to buy the shoes."
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on May 30, 2019 10:58:46 GMT -8
The points of Foxgloves' hood drooped as she declined the shoes. Why were people so quick to judge things on their appearance? So eager to dismiss something just because it'd been chewed on by rats? Surely they didn't look that bad. He held them up to the light, holding them carefully to cover the most threadbare parts with his hands.
"I don't think you understand," he said. "They really are quite remarkable, and seem to fit just about anybody. Look, I'll demonstrate. Come, you'll see."
He slid his feet, pointy shoes and all, into the boots. Despite his shoes seeming far longer than the boots, they appeared to fit without an issue. Lacing them up with a complicated triple-bow, he straightened up and held out his hand to Amaya.
"Dance with me," he said. "Just one song, and you'll see exactly how remarkable these boots are. I'm sure it'll at least sway your decision a little bit. Perhaps they'll even help you find a new companion, one that isn't married this time."
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Aya Prinn
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Physical Description: :::::::::::
She is of an average height, 5'5" roughly.
dark, curly hair and gray, inquisitive eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: :::::::::::
She wears flowing gowns of filmy material
Jewelry in gold and silver, some gems
Jeweled dagger
Registered: Mar 24, 2017 8:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Aya Prinn on May 30, 2019 11:59:57 GMT -8
She watched dubiously as he demonstrated the shoes, clearly unimpressed by the pair and not really interested. Oh, magic shoes. Still not interested. He asked her to dance and she shook her head, "Oh, no, I couldn't..." And then her eyes widened at his implication of a married man in her life, her jaw dropping at the offense. "I... beg... your... Pardon??? I have never in my life been interested in, nor shown interest from any married man in my entire life! Man who isn't married, indeed. Hah."
She folded her arms and lifted her chin whilst turning her head and giving an indignant little harrumph. "I am not looking for shoes, nor am I looking for a husband. I am looking for a home, employment, life. I don't see how... rat... chewed... magic shoes have any relevance whatsoever in my situation!" She was sputtering, and about to walk away. But there was on thing bugging her, "And how do you know my name? Hmm?"
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on May 30, 2019 12:23:53 GMT -8
Foxgloves' hood points drooped even lower at her indignation. People were so fickle, he never really understood what they were going to do next. Hadn't she just said that her previous companion had gotten married, and that was why she was looking for a new one? Maybe he'd misunderstood her. In any case, it was clear that she had no interest in the boots. Her loss.
"That's not what I meant," he said, "and these boots can help you find all of those things. You could live anywhere you pleased, and who wouldn't hire someone with these boots? Goodness, I might just keep them for myself. As for your name...well, I'm good with names. I know lots of people's names. People say them all the time, and I hear all sorts of things. It's remarkable what you'll hear if you listen instead of talk, you know. Everyone's always telling someone something, and you'd be surprised at what one can pick up. You should try it, Miss Prinn."
In the background, the music picked up to a more lively tune. Glancing back, Foxgloves clicked his heels together and began dancing a rather frenetic jig.
"Perhaps a dance would do you good, Miss Prinn. Help you relax. It's important to relax, you know. Your hair will go grey if you're all worked up all the time. You'll get wrinkles, and it's awfully hard to smooth out wrinkles."
As he danced, his steps suddenly began to pick him up off the ground. He hopped, twisted, and twirled his way up above Amaya, as though he were dancing his way up an invisible staircase.
"Are you sure you don't want to give these boots a try?" he asked. "They're very comfortable. It's like I'm dancing on air."
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Aya Prinn
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Physical Description: :::::::::::
She is of an average height, 5'5" roughly.
dark, curly hair and gray, inquisitive eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: :::::::::::
She wears flowing gowns of filmy material
Jewelry in gold and silver, some gems
Jeweled dagger
Registered: Mar 24, 2017 8:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Aya Prinn on May 30, 2019 12:42:18 GMT -8
"My companion was a young lady who I chaperoned and kept out of trouble until she married. You made it sound like I am some... floozy. I'm not, you know?" And then she stopped talking to stare at the man as he started dancing like some fool. If there cameras were a thing in that timeline, she would have looked into it in one of those wtf sort of looks. With a sigh, she looked toward the place where she came in, contemplating leaving. He made it seem like she was something that she wasn't and it also depressed her a little. She was not the type to be depressed, she was a cheerful sort of gal. But the fact she may or may not have overreacted wasn't lost on her.
Why did he think she needed the boots, too? She peered up once again and then looked away.
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