Neia
Established
Once the Frost Queen, she is now cursed to perform good deeds for mankind.
Roleplay posts: 11 
Age: Endless
Physical Description: As a mortal, she has a fair complexion and beautiful, honey brown hair. Her eyes are a bright and piercing pale, pale blue, the color of frozen waters. She is tall for a mortal woman with a slender figure, blessed with gentle feminine curves. Her ears are sharped and pointed, her cheek bones high, and her poise graceful.
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Clothes and Equipment: Holly crowns her head, a "cursed crown" as part of a joke by the creature who set her free from the ring. Her icy domain of Frostborne was gifted to her in a snowglobe, which she constantly carries around. Neia typically wears dark, winter-toned colors and accents them with her powers to swirl on the edges with icy lace.
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Registered: Jun 10, 2019 9:37:30 GMT -8
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Post by Neia on Jun 11, 2019 9:28:45 GMT -8
Rather idyllic and nestled within a valley at the butt of forested hills, Berem is decently removed from other civilization, making Lord Ashward sovereign of the town and Sheriff Gilmore his right hand. They aren't bad people, but are certainly into their own authority.
Recently, the town has put out messengers looking for someone of arcane ability to deal with a recent issue ... it's their only source of fresh water, and something above the waterfall and in the Merrywood keeps freezing it. The locals are tired of waiting for their water to thaw, the fishermen are annoyed to have their trade messed with, and the farmers' wells can only irrigate their fields so far.
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Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jun 11, 2019 9:39:10 GMT -8
The town had just about everything that Bria disliked. It was small, idyllic with a bunch of backwoods farmers and blacksmiths filling it. Even in his travels, Bria couldn't shake the snobby attitude he picked up in his youth. Yet, Bria, in his infinite kindness and even more infinite boredom, had heard of a task for anyone who dealt with the arcane. Something about a waterfall freezing, some magic creature at the top of it making everyone's lives miserable.
Bria couldn't care less, but it sounded like a chore and that was just what he needed right now. So he strolled into town, Sasha perched on his shoulder as he entered. He decided it might be a good idea to first go talk to the sheriff of this town, see what he was allowed to get away with. The less than pleasant nature of his powers would be concealed carefully of course, but that was less of an issue. He just wanted to know what he could get away with in regards to disposing of the creature above the waterfall. So, he made his way to the sheriff's office.
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Neia
Established
Once the Frost Queen, she is now cursed to perform good deeds for mankind.
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Endless
Physical Description: As a mortal, she has a fair complexion and beautiful, honey brown hair. Her eyes are a bright and piercing pale, pale blue, the color of frozen waters. She is tall for a mortal woman with a slender figure, blessed with gentle feminine curves. Her ears are sharped and pointed, her cheek bones high, and her poise graceful.
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Clothes and Equipment: Holly crowns her head, a "cursed crown" as part of a joke by the creature who set her free from the ring. Her icy domain of Frostborne was gifted to her in a snowglobe, which she constantly carries around. Neia typically wears dark, winter-toned colors and accents them with her powers to swirl on the edges with icy lace.
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Registered: Jun 10, 2019 9:37:30 GMT -8
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Post by Neia on Jun 11, 2019 9:47:53 GMT -8
The town wasn't so unused to travelers; they were on a major riverway and people in the woods usually found their way to the town for a slight reprieve. Even so, as Bria walked over the bridge -- and he'd perhaps notice the slush of thick ice at its banks as the river had only just recently thawed out again -- people looked up from the fields to look at him for a moment or two before going back to their work.
The sounds of a working village would likely catch his ears as stable lads mucked at the nearby Inn and kitchen help unloaded a farmer's cart of barrels and food. Just down the road, the TING! TING! TING! of a blacksmith at work filled the air, along with the faint smell of burning wood and copper that only grew as he walked farther down the road. A maid carrying freshly laundered sheets smiled suggestively at Bria as she passed, presumably on her way to the Inn as well.
Past the smithy, the smell of sulfur gave way to the smell of rising bread, and at the half-door, a woman with flour in her hair spoke with a woman bouncing a baby on her hip and a basket of vegetables in her other hand. They noticed Bria, and the woman with flour in her hair called to him.
"Oi! How can I help you?"
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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 Jun 11, 2019 16:51:28 GMT -8
"This is the town then..?" Gwyneth asked the surrounding forest around her, looking out at the busy little town tucked away from the rest of the world seemingly. The forest around her rustled softly, to any other observer sounding like a passing breeze but the druid merely nodded as if she'd been speaking with the tall oaks and maples.
"Thank you, my friends. I will see what I can do." She said softly as her hand brushed along the base of the trunk of the nearest tree and she walked forward into town. The trees in the area had been atwitter, talking of the disturbance in this little town. A river town whose river froze suddenly even on the hottest days. The forest had no means to stop the curse as it didn't appear to be of their realm and the denizens of the forest were getting upset with the disruption to their natural lives. With all that she owed and the friends she had made, she felt she had to at least make an attempt to make things right.
She pulled her hood down low as she walked, the base of her staff, tapping lightly on the cobblestone streets, trying to avoid eye contact with the citizens. It was easy for the eye to miss the girl- especially with the enchantment she set upon her cloak. She may be trying to help them but she didn't really want to get too involved. Mortals were frightening after all- more so than the fae and certainly more than the forest. But the best place to start would be the leader of the town to get a gist of the situation. As she passed through the town at a brisk pace, she suddenly got an unsettling chill down her back as she walked past a man who dwarfed her. Something was off about his aura. Even more so than was typical. Disturbed- she turned to glance at him from the corner of her eye only for a woman's sharp voice to startle her already frazzled state.
She gave a yelp as she-physically jumped and tripped, dropping her staff and falling to the ground in a heap.
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Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jun 11, 2019 17:00:48 GMT -8
Bria was about to respond when he noticed a woman close by letting out a strange yelp and falling over. Weird. He wasn't going to help right now, though. Maybe in a second. He turned back to the woman with the flour in her hair, eyebrow raised underneath the mask. "Ah. I'm uh, I'm looking for the sheriff. I'm here to solve some sort of magic issue you all have? The frozen waterfall." He gestured off to the side, unsure at all if that's where the waterfall was. He didn't feel like looking.
Still. Before waiting for a reply, he let out a deep sigh and decided to help out the woman next to him who fell. "You forget how to walk?" He quipped, though it was more good natured than most things that came out of Bria's mouth. "Are you alright?" Not that he'd be able to help with anything medical, but it was how people talked to each other in situations like this, right? He hoped so. Maybe he should talk to people a little more. Might be good for the soul, or his lack thereof.
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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 Jun 11, 2019 17:29:42 GMT -8
Gwyneth wasn't used to tipping over. She wasn't the most nimble thing- but she certainly wasn't clumsy. She was glad she'd thought far enough ahead to keep all of the more... volatile potions in thicker glass and keep them strapped in her satchel. The little odds and ends she collected and her current experiments all tumbled out of her bag though. Little vials of curious liquids, scattering all across the cobblestones.
She took a steadying breath as she oriented herself slowly, already wishing she was under the safe canopy of the trees again. At least falling there would've meant falling into the nice grassy, mossy undergrowth. Not the harsh cobblestones that ripped up the skin on her palms she used to break her fall. Her hood had fallen off, revealing the rounded points of her ears and the runes that adorned her face that were glowing a soft gold in embarrassment.
The lines etched into her skin only became more apparent at the unnerving strangers words, trailing into the runes on her neck. She saw his hand come into view reaching to pick up her staff and grab her arm to help her up and she reacted before her mind did. Her hand opened and her staff snapped back to her hand and she lurched out of the way stumbling back up to her feet. "N-No! I-I mean- Not n-no that I'm alright- I-I am quite al-alright thank- thank you. But I-I k-know how to walk... A-And I-I've got it d-don't worry." She stammered quickly, taking a step back, her eyes glued to the ground before she crouched quickly trying to collect her samples. Exposing some of her samples to that dark aura could ruin the ingredients completely. She made sure to grab the most sensitive ones first, ignoring the beads of blood that dripped onto the stones from the cuts on her hands.
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Neia
Established
Once the Frost Queen, she is now cursed to perform good deeds for mankind.
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Endless
Physical Description: As a mortal, she has a fair complexion and beautiful, honey brown hair. Her eyes are a bright and piercing pale, pale blue, the color of frozen waters. She is tall for a mortal woman with a slender figure, blessed with gentle feminine curves. Her ears are sharped and pointed, her cheek bones high, and her poise graceful.
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Clothes and Equipment: Holly crowns her head, a "cursed crown" as part of a joke by the creature who set her free from the ring. Her icy domain of Frostborne was gifted to her in a snowglobe, which she constantly carries around. Neia typically wears dark, winter-toned colors and accents them with her powers to swirl on the edges with icy lace.
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Registered: Jun 10, 2019 9:37:30 GMT -8
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Post by Neia on Jun 12, 2019 5:18:29 GMT -8
The Baker's Wife watched the exchange with open curiosity, as did the woman with the baby on her hip. Eyebrows raised, she glanced at the Baker's Wife and then the odd twosome and hitched her baby higher on her hip.
"Well, I'll be seeing you, Hilde," she said as she picked up her basket and set off, giving Gwyneth and Bria a wide berth.
Hilde, the Baker's Wife, opened the bottom portion of her half door and stepped out into the road, wiping her hands on her apron. " You're both here about Gilmore's ad? Interesting. Looks like he's finally doing something," Hilde remarked.
Just then, a man came down the street, a breast plate one and pauldroned boots, but little other armor upon him. A cape swung over one shoulder, a sword at his hip, and a fantastic mustache claimed his face.
"Speak of the devil," Hilde said where she stood beside Bria and Gwyneth, her hands plopped onto her rounded hips.
"You there! And you! State your business!" the man called as he approached, a lanky deputy scrambling after him.
"State your business?" Hilde mocked the Sheriff before anyone else could speak. " You're putting on airs, Gilmore, along with weight, I see. How long did it take poor Matthew to oil that ancient thing on your gut?"
"Only three hou--" Matthew, the deputy, began to say but was cut off as the Sheriff let out a sputtering sound and lifted his hand.
"Back to your business, woman! This doesn't concern you," Gilmore said with a flick of his lifted hand.
Hilde looked to Bria and Gwyneth. "Good luck, poppets," she told them and went back to her shop, where the Baker now stood in the door, kneading dough. They had a short conversation, but didn't move away from the threshold, openly watching the exchange.
Sheriff Gilmore turned his attention onto Bria and Gwyneth, and with his free hand, twisted one end of his marvellous mustache before settling his hand on the pommel of his blade. He cleared his throat and tried to subtly position himself into a stance of intimidating power, while Matthew just... Stood at the back, plain faced with his arms limp by his side.
"I am Sheriff Sir John Gilmore, protector of Berem and the Merrywood," he announced with great aplomb, glancing at Hilde and her husband when they scoffed once at the mention of sir. A couple other townspeople stopped in the street to watch, and one woman opened her shutters and learned on her elbows, sipping at something in a ceramic mug.
"Hello, Sheriff," this new busybody woman said pleasantly. She was older, a little plump, but still pretty, in a village woman way with curly blonde hair beneath s clean white cap and pink in the apples of her cheeks.
"Mrs. Wilson," He greeted on a quiet tone.
"Call me Agatha," she blushed from her window sill, as other villagers rolled their eyes and the Sheriff visibly blushed as well.
"I would love nothing more than--"
Matthew loudly cleared his throat as he rocked on his heels, bringing the Sheriff's attention back onto the visiting twosome that had already been made to wait too long.
"Right, yes, as I said -- state your business," Gilmore said to Bria and Gwyneth.
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Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jun 12, 2019 5:49:05 GMT -8
Bria, for once in his life, seemed more concerned than annoyed at the stammering woman in front of him. "Al-alright?" Bria said, "Uhm, I'm... I'm sorry?" It wasn't like he was unaware that he had that effect on most people, especially those who could sense magic better, but damn. He wasn't even doing anything wrong this time, just wanting to speak to the sheriff. He attempted to help her gather up her things, but when he notices that she seemed violently against that, he stood up, dusting off his robes. Strange people in this town.
He watched the scene play out in front of him, outwardly rolling his eyes at the pompous sheriff. He didn't particularly want to talk to the women, sure, but that was no reason to act like an ass towards them. Bria could handle a lot of people, but a fool wasn't one of them. He stood up completely straight, looking down at the sheriff in front of him. Yes, Bria was familiar with this type. The small town sheriff who thought himself a royal guard. A little dimwitted, easy to manipulate. Perhaps Bria could play his cards right and get a nice payment. So, despite his annoyance, he smiled. Well, grimaced was more the case. It was hard for him to smile considering the damage on the right side of his face, but he tried his damn best, as creepy as it might look.
"Gilmore," he said politely, holding out a hand. The tattoos on his arms moved and squirmed as he did so, the tentacle-like shapes seeming to beckon Gilmore closer. "I'm Bria. I was here to investigate this issue about the waterfall. I was just looking for you so I could speak to you about it. You said it was something on top of the waterfall, yes? Do you have any idea what it could be?" He doubted this idiot would know much about magic at all, let alone whatever creature could use magic on a scale like this. Bria personally didn't have any idea yet, but any number of things could cause this. That's why he was here though, wasn't it? Take some notes, perhaps sacrifice a magical creature. His patron would probably enjoy that.
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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 Jun 12, 2019 13:05:36 GMT -8
Gwyneth was so wholly focused on her task, she didn't even notice him apologize as she quickly picked each up, checking for cracks. She really didn't acknowledge the other humans who accosted her and the man. Thankfully all of them seemed to have remained in good condition as she tucked them away, back into the recesses of her bag. She saved one in particular for last though, which she opened and poured a droplet onto her torn palms, carefully spreading it around until the wounds started to close.
She exhaled as she slowly calmed down again, crouching on the ground and letting herself take in her surroundings. First the din of the smithy in the distance, and the clip of people at work, then the whispers of the humans around her until she finally tuned back in to the humans talking, in time to hear the large man give his title and purpose. So this was the human she was looking for... noted. She had an idea now of why the forest had called for her to attend.
As the man with the dark aura spoke she slowly got up to her feet, rubbing her hands gently to dispel the soreness. Her lips pursed slightly as she overheard his task was the same as hers.It seemed like a delicate situation, one that may not be the most conducive to a dark presence there.
Gwyneth cleared her throat softly after the man finished, her hands trembling a bit. Why did this have to involve humans of all things!
"...I-I'm sorry to interrupt you..." She started in a soft tone, her hands gripping her staff tightly to attempt to hide the trembling. "But I... I-I am... also here... about... t-the waterfall. S-Some....f-friends have requested that I look i-into it because... b-because my a-a-abilities may suit the t-task." She glanced up quickly at the mustachioed human quickly before looking down , looking at the other man's shoes. " I just... I need... s-some... d-direction as to... where the source i-is... I won't b-bother you for anything more..." Her bangs fell into her face as she desperately attempted to get her heart beat under control. She shouldn't have come through, she could have just gone to find it- may it would've taken longer but it would have been easier on her for sure.
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Neia
Established
Once the Frost Queen, she is now cursed to perform good deeds for mankind.
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Endless
Physical Description: As a mortal, she has a fair complexion and beautiful, honey brown hair. Her eyes are a bright and piercing pale, pale blue, the color of frozen waters. She is tall for a mortal woman with a slender figure, blessed with gentle feminine curves. Her ears are sharped and pointed, her cheek bones high, and her poise graceful.
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Clothes and Equipment: Holly crowns her head, a "cursed crown" as part of a joke by the creature who set her free from the ring. Her icy domain of Frostborne was gifted to her in a snowglobe, which she constantly carries around. Neia typically wears dark, winter-toned colors and accents them with her powers to swirl on the edges with icy lace.
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Registered: Jun 10, 2019 9:37:30 GMT -8
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Post by Neia on Jun 14, 2019 8:46:17 GMT -8
"Gilmore--" The Sheriff cleared his throat at Bria addressed him and slightly adjusted the dash draped over his chest plate. Matthew spoke up for the Sheriff. "That's Sir Sheriff," Matthew said, the gangly deputy's face earnest and honest as he nodded to Bria with encouragement. It wasn't meant to be rude, but meant to inform. Once Bria had corrected himself, they listened to the rest of Bria's announcement, occasionally looking at the strange forest girl who could barely look anyone in the eye. Bria was no more normal looking, with his mask and slithering tattoos, but at least his speech was forthright. Gilmore refrained from shaking Bria's hand, clearly not wanting to touch Bria lest the young man's tattoos prove contagious. Still, he was relieved at what Bria said. " Very good! No need to go elsewhere to discuss, follow the river up the waterfall, and somewhere up there is whatever it is that's causing the freeze. The townsfolk have been too scared to investigate, so we don't know much." the Sheriff said. Clearly, the guards and the sheriff hadn't been any more willing to see. " Now just a minute, Sir Gilmore," suddenly boasted a deep, manly voice as Gwyneth could feel an arm rest along her shoulders, a broad, gloved hand cupping one side. He smelled like cedar and faintly of tobacco, was tall, dark, and handsome, dressed for adventure but in wealthily made clothes and held the reins of s beautiful stallion who looked just as arrogant as it's owner. " I've gone into the forest, little lady. I can protect you," he said to Gwyneth with a broad smile and a wink, before sizing up Bria. " Lord Feron, I hadn't realized you were back," the Sheriff said with obvious affection and hero worship of the grown man. " Will you guide them into the forest?" " Of course!" He took his arm from Gwyneth's shoulders to hold his hand out to Bria to shake. " Brandon, was it?" |
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Khateera
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 25
Physical Description: Khateera is slim, with long brown hair and golden eyes. She has long, thin limbs and fingers. Her face is softly curved.
Clothes and Equipment: A magic staff, long dark blue robes, and bright orange jeweled earrings. She also carries a small dagger.
Allegiances: None
Player's online availability : Available
Registered: May 29, 2019 6:40:14 GMT -8
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Post by Khateera on Jun 16, 2019 7:37:31 GMT -8
Khateera entered the town. She was tired from her long journey and had seen the calm, peaceful village from a ways off.
She smiled and took a big breath, breathing in the air.
"This place looks nice. I'll stay a while... maybe there's a mage that can train me." She told herself. She set off into the village, heading towards the commotion.
"Something's happening. Let's see what it is."
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Neia
Established
Once the Frost Queen, she is now cursed to perform good deeds for mankind.
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Endless
Physical Description: As a mortal, she has a fair complexion and beautiful, honey brown hair. Her eyes are a bright and piercing pale, pale blue, the color of frozen waters. She is tall for a mortal woman with a slender figure, blessed with gentle feminine curves. Her ears are sharped and pointed, her cheek bones high, and her poise graceful.
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Clothes and Equipment: Holly crowns her head, a "cursed crown" as part of a joke by the creature who set her free from the ring. Her icy domain of Frostborne was gifted to her in a snowglobe, which she constantly carries around. Neia typically wears dark, winter-toned colors and accents them with her powers to swirl on the edges with icy lace.
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Registered: Jun 10, 2019 9:37:30 GMT -8
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Post by Neia on Jun 16, 2019 11:10:28 GMT -8
As Khateera approached the village, more people were stopping on the main road to look down the way. That included Faline, a blonde milkmaid with heavy scars on her face, an empty bucket in her hand and a worn apron around her waist. She saw the mage girl enter from where she was standing next to the fence line of the inn, and called to her. " Psst! I wouldn't if I were you," Faline said with a smile, her green eyes friendly even if the scars on her face were wicked. " Some sort of hub-bub going on down there -- unless you're here because of the frost?" She asked Khateera, gesturing back to the bridge the mage girl had had to cross in order to even get in to the town from the forest. |
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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 Jun 16, 2019 12:40:18 GMT -8
Gwyneth wilted a bit more when her words appeared to be completely ignored by the men around her. She didn't want to try talking louder... if they had heard her and just decided to ignore her, it would only be more awkward that way. She let out a soft sigh as her shoulders sunk but her ears remained perked for the information that she needed.
When the large Sheriff finally announced where she needed to go to find the waterfall and the source of the frost- Gwyneth straightened up, going to pull her hood up to reactivate the spell on her cloak and hopefully get ahead of them so she could escape anymore human interaction. But, as it were, it seemed the world was hell bent on making this experience as difficult for her as possible.
Human interaction was not Gwyneth's strength by any means. Her communication skills left a lot to be desired. As such she wasn't all too familiar with the more physical component of human interaction. Usually people tended to understand that she wasn't the type to engage in that way. But every now and then, there was someone who did get the warning sign.
Gwyneth seized up the moment an unfamiliar arm rested around her shoulders, petrified. Her eyes were wide like a hare that had been cornered by a wolf and her heart was pounding just as fast if not faster.
What was happening? Who was this? Was she being accosted for something? What was she supposed to do? Did she hit them? But that might hurt him... Was she supposed to care?
Fortunately by the time her mind reoriented, the man was removing his arm from around her and her body acted for her. She darted from the man's side and ducked behind the next least frightening thing in her vicinity. Which just so happened to be the man with the demonic aura.
At least he hadn't grabbed her. The girl huddled behind him as she panted heavily trying to catch her second wind.
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Khateera
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 25
Physical Description: Khateera is slim, with long brown hair and golden eyes. She has long, thin limbs and fingers. Her face is softly curved.
Clothes and Equipment: A magic staff, long dark blue robes, and bright orange jeweled earrings. She also carries a small dagger.
Allegiances: None
Player's online availability : Available
Registered: May 29, 2019 6:40:14 GMT -8
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Post by Khateera on Jun 16, 2019 13:50:19 GMT -8
Khateera looked at the girl.
"Frost? Uh, no... sorry. I was just passing through. I've been travelling around a lot and needed a place to rest for a day or two." She responded kindly.
"And then I heard the... 'hub-bub'. Figured I'd go and check it out."
Khateera gave the girl a bright and kind smile, before walking on towards the commotion.
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Bria Hornraven
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 20s
Physical Description: 6'3 and 176, with medium brown skin and long, curly black hair. He has slight stubble. The right side of his face is heavily scarred and mangled, and tinted slightly purple due to the magic that caused his deformity. He has dark blue eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: He usually wears heavy robes, purple and black, with a purple mask covering the right side of his face. Underneath his robes, he wears common clothes and wouldn't stand out much. He has usually has a tome that he carries around on his person.
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Player's online availability : EST / Fairly often
Registered: May 5, 2019 8:01:27 GMT -8
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Post by Bria Hornraven on Jun 16, 2019 14:27:30 GMT -8
"Sir Sheriff," Bria repeated, half correcting himself and half mocking.
He was a higher social class than all these fools here. Well, he once was. He might be unable to claim that now, but they didn't have to know any of that. The instructions seemed easy enough, though. Go up a waterfall, fight a creature, yes yes. Not knowing what creature it was made it a bit more annoying, but he could deal with that. He didn't trust any of these folk to determine what kind of creature it was, anyway.
Before Bria could thank the sheriff though, a voice interrupted him. Bria turned to look and found an admittedly attractive man. Still, at the look of the arm wrapped around the shoulder of the girl, he frowned. Another pompous ass, and this time it was someone who might be able to back up that sort of attitude. This Feron man seemed attractive, sure, but Bria's standards weren't that low.
So, he waited for the young woman to get behind him before responding. She didn't seem into it, and he felt obligated to protect the poor woman. No one deserved to subjected to this bullshit.
He shook Feron's hand, a little too firm. "Bria," he said. "I see you just met my apprentice. Dear, why don't you introduce yourself?" He turned to Gwyneth and winked. The look seemed to say, play along.
"Yes, yes, I'm very protective of her," Bria said, looking back into Feron's eyes. "Been through a lot together. She's quite the strong fighter, really. I'm proud." His eyes had taken on something dark, and with the proximity, Feron might be able to notice the glow to Bria's 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 Jun 16, 2019 16:15:55 GMT -8
Gwyneth breathed slowly, from behind the relative safety of the other man, her grip on her staff still trembling. Slowly she came down from her panic, listening to what the man- Bria, she'd finally heard- said distantly.
Apprentice? Dear? Her face was a mask of confusion for a moment until she saw the man turn to look at her and wink. Within seconds her idea of him was flipped on it's head as her clever trained eyes saw past the mask and she saw the extent of the damage to his face below. It looked to be an old injury, of magic origin. It very well could be the source of the demonic aura that she was sensing.
Her heart twisted slightly as she realized she'd profiled the man without even looking at him. And he was being kind enough still to help her from her assailant. She bit her lip, stifling the urge to apologize to the man just then and rapidly ask if she could examine his wound, and continued to play along. Her anxiety managed to mask any trace of the other thoughts swirling in her mind.
"A-Ah.... y-yes. Y-Yes I-I am... his apprentice. Yes." She cleared her throat, meekly trying to dispel the frog in her throat. "M-My name is Gwyneth S-Sol. W-Well met." She said with a slight bow, not coming out from behind Bria.
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Khateera
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 25
Physical Description: Khateera is slim, with long brown hair and golden eyes. She has long, thin limbs and fingers. Her face is softly curved.
Clothes and Equipment: A magic staff, long dark blue robes, and bright orange jeweled earrings. She also carries a small dagger.
Allegiances: None
Player's online availability : Available
Registered: May 29, 2019 6:40:14 GMT -8
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Post by Khateera on Jun 17, 2019 7:37:23 GMT -8
Khateera walked towards the group.
As she came within earshot, she found a crate and sat down on it, watching and listening.
Her eyes flicked over the faces of each of the people standing there, mentally profiling them.
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Neia
Established
Once the Frost Queen, she is now cursed to perform good deeds for mankind.
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Endless
Physical Description: As a mortal, she has a fair complexion and beautiful, honey brown hair. Her eyes are a bright and piercing pale, pale blue, the color of frozen waters. She is tall for a mortal woman with a slender figure, blessed with gentle feminine curves. Her ears are sharped and pointed, her cheek bones high, and her poise graceful.
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Clothes and Equipment: Holly crowns her head, a "cursed crown" as part of a joke by the creature who set her free from the ring. Her icy domain of Frostborne was gifted to her in a snowglobe, which she constantly carries around. Neia typically wears dark, winter-toned colors and accents them with her powers to swirl on the edges with icy lace.
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Registered: Jun 10, 2019 9:37:30 GMT -8
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Post by Neia on Jun 17, 2019 11:25:35 GMT -8
Feron laughed warmly as Gwyneth hid from him behind Bria. A chase, he thought in his mind as he grinned at Gwyneth, his brown eyes sparkling with a new found excitement....
... until Bria stood tall -- as tall as Feron, it seemed -- and made a point of making himself her protector. Feron took in the man's half mask and the dark atmosphere. A challenge, he thought and crossed his lean, sculpted arms over the breadth of his chest. "And what a lovely apprentice she is," He said. "Well met, pretty mouse. Don't worry, I'll lead you through the forest and protect you if your protector can't." The 'if' sounded mightily like a 'when' by Feron's tone, and he winked at Gwyneth so she'd know he was interested.
The Sheriff and the Deputy had been watching the back and forth with swinging heads, until finally the Sheriff felt as if his self-importance wasn't being properly respected. He cleared his throat. "Ahem-hem-haw-hem-Ahem!" Matthew the Deputy just stood there, looking at everyone and noticing Khateera as she slipped onto a nearby crate.
"You'll want to get a move on," Sir Sheriff Gilmore spoke to the gathered people. "The sun won't last forever, and we'll pay 10 gold pieces to the members of the party that defeat the terrible icy beast of our river and bring back its head to mount at our gates!"
The villagers nearby all gasped at the sum. Ten gold pieces?! It wasn't even a single gold piece to get a portrait done by the township's master artist! Indeed, it was a small fortune to everyone in the party that the Sheriff was promising, and Matthew the Deputy's eyes went wide. He timidly raised his hand.
"May I go, Sir Sheriff?" He asked.
"Nonsense. I need you here to patrol and... patrol!" Sir Sheriff Gilmore said, brushing at his sash and then at his magnificent mustache as he tried not to glance at Agatha Wilson, who was making eyes at the sheriff.
"Yes, sir..." Matthew sighed.
Feron, who had also noticed Khateera, smiled her way but didn't approach, as he was now in charge of leading the party into the wood. He tossed his reins at Matthew, which promptly smacked him in the face and made the deputy scramble to catch them... even though the well-trained horse was just standing there. "See that Sampson gets a bag of apples, Deputy," Feron said with a grin, then gestured for Bria and Gwyneth to follow him.
"Onward, to slay the beast!"
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Khateera
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 25
Physical Description: Khateera is slim, with long brown hair and golden eyes. She has long, thin limbs and fingers. Her face is softly curved.
Clothes and Equipment: A magic staff, long dark blue robes, and bright orange jeweled earrings. She also carries a small dagger.
Allegiances: None
Player's online availability : Available
Registered: May 29, 2019 6:40:14 GMT -8
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Post by Khateera on Jun 17, 2019 12:36:04 GMT -8
Khateera curiously followed Feron.
"Ten gold pieces?" She muttered to herself. "Not bad. Maybe I can help. I might be able to conjure up some fire..."
The young elf quickened her pace. "I just hope it isn't big... or scary."
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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 Jun 18, 2019 5:03:26 GMT -8
Gwyneth breathed a soft sigh as the man passed her. It seemed she was in his sights now, but at the very least she was saved from anymore interaction with him for the moment. She delayed following after him, catching the back of Bria's top to make him wait so they were out of earshot of the pompous man.
"T-Thank you for your help... And I-I'm sorry for my reaction to you earlier. " She murmured softly to the taller man, releasing his shirt to grasp her staff as they began walking. She didn't really acknowledge the other woman in their party that suddenly joined as of yet, though she did waste a moment, hoping that she'd redirect the man's advances on her. The irony of what he was saying- to protect her from the forest in which she felt the most at home- was not lost on her. If anything she should protect him from the wrath of her friends there for harassing her. Regardless, she continued, "H-Human interaction... i-isn't my strong suit. A-And my materials are very s-sensitive to corruption. But t-that is no excuse..." She shrunk a bit holding her staff tighter as she grimaced.
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