Sir Erik The Lifebringer
New
Roleplay posts: 9 
Age: 20
Physical Description: 6'5'', very fit, blond hair, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Steel plate amor over mail, leather, and red cloth shirt. Handmade steel sword with gold hilt, inlaid with a large ruby.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 6:36:36 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Erik The Lifebringer on Mar 7, 2016 22:50:44 GMT -8
Erik scowls, and nods slowly.
"Of course you haven't robbed him. I got here in time. Who is your master? You do have a master, yes? Or need I alert the guards?"
He moves closer to the group, but slowly. He looks at Maes with squinted eyes. "He is no drunkard...the lot of you have bewitched this man by powers of dark magic! Perhaps you mean to kill him and raise him to create your dark army!"
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183 
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Mar 8, 2016 10:19:17 GMT -8
Vera stands up slowly, and glares at Erik. She did not need this shit. She briefly considers explaining the situation. Then she decides that this guy was a dick. A dick going for some kind of prize, in jumping to conclusions. She fixes him with a glare, and says levelly.
"Shove off you pompous overblown asshole."
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Sir Erik The Lifebringer
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 20
Physical Description: 6'5'', very fit, blond hair, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Steel plate amor over mail, leather, and red cloth shirt. Handmade steel sword with gold hilt, inlaid with a large ruby.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 6:36:36 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Erik The Lifebringer on Mar 8, 2016 11:02:08 GMT -8
Erik looks at Vera, bewildered. "Pompous? Asshole?! I simply mean to help this man! If you are not robbers or dark Mages, then state as much, and forgive me for my confusion. It has been a trying day."
Erik motions with his hand in the direction of Maes.
"Whatever may ail this man, allow me to help. I am a master healer by gift of the gods. I am sworn to serve the weak, and sick"
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Maes
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 23
Physical Description: Maes is human, and stands at five feet and eight inches, all parts frail and spindly. His skin is a shade of alabaster so pale that dark veins and bright arteries can be seen beneath, sometimes appearing to crawl beneath the flesh of their own volition. His eyes seem the color of a worn road stone, grey and lifeless. Lusterless black hair, several inches too long, dangles from his white scalp in uneven cuts. Despite his graven appearance, no mark of exertion, be it sweat or road-dust, seem to settle on him.
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Clothes and Equipment: Dark, frayed robes hang from Maes's gaunt frame, as though someone had thrown a bed linen over a wrought iron fence. A jagged looking medallion of opaque white crystal clings to the dark cloth as though the chain on which it dangles is only decoration. In stark contrast, his boots look nearly immaculate, evidence perhaps of a past life of luxury, or merely an opportune acquisition from one who enjoyed it.
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Registered: Feb 20, 2016 17:23:10 GMT -8
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Post by Maes on Mar 8, 2016 12:36:01 GMT -8
His healing finally starting to outpace the rate of the drug's metabolizing, Maes shook his head and climbed to his feet. "I'm fine now," he says, eager to get out of the street to avoid whoever was trying to trap him in the hotel room. More memories were coming back, but he knew he wouldn't have the luxury of time to sort them out at present.
"I'll be fine," Maes says again. "Someone tried to rob me, but I'll be fine." He turned away from the small group of people and headed back down the alley, feeling better with each step. He would try to get around a corner and get out of sight before any of the strangers around him had a chance to protest.
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Robin Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 84
Age: 23
Physical Description: Robin is 6'1, has shaggy out-grown pure white hair, with bright blue eyes. He tends to always have a stern look on his face, even when he's drunk at the bar. His face is pale, with a decently looking jawline; not too sharp, not too round, attractive.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears an old worn-out suit with a white a lazily done tie to finish off his look. He wears normal old dress shoes and occasionally wears a long tan trench coat. On each side of his belt hangs two long, sheathed blades, loosely strapped in for easy access.
Registered: Oct 17, 2015 17:22:45 GMT -8
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Post by Robin Fletcher on Mar 8, 2016 15:56:21 GMT -8
"Fairy..dust..?" Robin asks himself, unsure if that's what he heard clearly. He had no clue what this, Fairy Dust was, and how it affected people.
As the intimidating man approaches the group, he gives Vera and Roy a concerned look. He stands back, watching the events unfold in front of him. He spoke not one word, for he did not wish to accidentally start a bigger commotion. He watches as the strange man walks back down into the alley and around a corner.
He turns to the group, "Uhm, should we..go after hiiim..oorr..." he trailed off hoping for someone to come up with some sort of plan.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 8, 2016 16:04:42 GMT -8
Roy shakes his head.
"Just let the poor guy go. He'll be fine...I think."
He grabs Vera's hand, more to comfort himself than anything, and turns towards Erik.
"Er...thank you for your concern, sir. Have a nice night."
Tugging Vera along, he heads towards the cafe she was sitting at earlier.
"C'mon, Robin. Let's get some iced lemonade or something."
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Sir Erik The Lifebringer
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 20
Physical Description: 6'5'', very fit, blond hair, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Steel plate amor over mail, leather, and red cloth shirt. Handmade steel sword with gold hilt, inlaid with a large ruby.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 6:36:36 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Erik The Lifebringer on Mar 8, 2016 17:34:32 GMT -8
Erik's need for a stiff drink is only rivaled by his general state of confusion. He hopes that the rest of his wandering ends in a tavern, and not more problems.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Mar 8, 2016 21:15:26 GMT -8
Vera allows herself to be lead by the hand. Glad to move away from the addict, and the blowhard. Seriously, who goes around accusing people of black magic? The come back to her table at the cafe, and her drink is still there! She snatches is up and take a pull. She then slaps a palm to her forehead.
"Gack! Brain freeze!"
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Robin Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 84
Age: 23
Physical Description: Robin is 6'1, has shaggy out-grown pure white hair, with bright blue eyes. He tends to always have a stern look on his face, even when he's drunk at the bar. His face is pale, with a decently looking jawline; not too sharp, not too round, attractive.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears an old worn-out suit with a white a lazily done tie to finish off his look. He wears normal old dress shoes and occasionally wears a long tan trench coat. On each side of his belt hangs two long, sheathed blades, loosely strapped in for easy access.
Registered: Oct 17, 2015 17:22:45 GMT -8
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Post by Robin Fletcher on Mar 9, 2016 8:42:51 GMT -8
Robin sighs, thankful that the confusing situation was all done and over. He followed behind the couple, snickering as Roy pulls Vera back to the cafe that she was when he first approached her.
"Such a cute couple you two are.." He says to them, smiling with a thumbs up.
He chuckles to himself as Vera slaps for forehead.
"Do those brain freezes actually hurt..?" He asks, never having one before.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 9, 2016 9:07:42 GMT -8
Roy shrugs.
"I dunno, I've never had one either. Maybe it's a family thing."
He chuckles and takes a sip of Vera's ice slush.
"Ah, that's refreshing. How could you her a brain freeze, Vera? You're always so warm. If anything, you'd think I'm the one who would get a brain freeze. But no. I don't think I've ever seen any of my relatives get brain freezes, come to think of it."
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Mar 9, 2016 12:28:13 GMT -8
Echoes pops into existence right next to Roy.
"Ah excellent! Reuna was going to talk to you tomorrow, but I am running errands anyway. Roy in three day's time I need you to babysit my son. He is staying at Librarian Reuna's tower. I will take care of transporting you, and the ward will be ready to accommodate you. I have written all of this down, since I know you will ask what? The moment I disappear."
Echoes drops a slip of paper on the table in front of Roy. It is word for word a copy of what he just said. The time mage then pops out of existence.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Mar 9, 2016 12:30:22 GMT -8
"They hurt a lot! What do you mean you..."
Vera trails off when the time mage appears. She watches stunned as he talks to Roy, then immediately vanishes. What in the name of Gaia just happened?
"Roy? You know Professor Echoes? Wait he has son? What the hell just happened?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 9, 2016 16:55:40 GMT -8
"What?"
Roy jumps, then stares at the space where Echoes was just moments ago.
"Er...hi professor!"
He picks up the paper and unfolds it.
"He has a son? And he wants me to babysit? Um...ok..."
Folding the paper up, he puts it in his pocket.
"I guess I'm a babysitter now. That's something, I guess."
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Maes
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 23
Physical Description: Maes is human, and stands at five feet and eight inches, all parts frail and spindly. His skin is a shade of alabaster so pale that dark veins and bright arteries can be seen beneath, sometimes appearing to crawl beneath the flesh of their own volition. His eyes seem the color of a worn road stone, grey and lifeless. Lusterless black hair, several inches too long, dangles from his white scalp in uneven cuts. Despite his graven appearance, no mark of exertion, be it sweat or road-dust, seem to settle on him.
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Clothes and Equipment: Dark, frayed robes hang from Maes's gaunt frame, as though someone had thrown a bed linen over a wrought iron fence. A jagged looking medallion of opaque white crystal clings to the dark cloth as though the chain on which it dangles is only decoration. In stark contrast, his boots look nearly immaculate, evidence perhaps of a past life of luxury, or merely an opportune acquisition from one who enjoyed it.
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Registered: Feb 20, 2016 17:23:10 GMT -8
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Post by Maes on Mar 9, 2016 21:08:24 GMT -8
Having laid low in the alleys for about an hour, Maes's gifted healing finally seemed to have overcome the drug he had inhaled. Things looked a little duller now, a little grittier and real. The dizziness and desires had subsided to normal levels. He stood up out of the pile of trash he had been using as a cushion and dusted himself off. It was odd that no matter how much dirt or blood he got on his clothes, it never seemed to stick.
He checked his belongings to make sure he still had everything. All of his money was still there, and the new clothes he had gotten were still wrapped in the paper he had wrapped them in before escaping the hotel, though the paper was thoroughly soiled. At this time of evening, the alleys were barren, so he decided to change into the new clothes right there. Now that the Cartel knew he was in Travere, he didn't have time to spare hunting for a safe inn.
Despite the events of the evening, his new suit was remarkably clean. He discarded his robes in the same garbage pile he had been sitting in, checked his belongings again, and decided to head back down the alley towards where he had run into the group of people. They may still be there, and he needed to get directions to the palace from where he was now. It's unlikely that he'd be recognized as the same person from an hour ago in the alley, after such an extreme change of dress. He hoped.
Rounding the corner out of the alley, he spotted a small cafe where a group that looked like the people that had helped him earlier were still sitting, enjoying some sort of frozen desert. Walking up to them, he called out in a friendly voice "excuse me there, sorry to bother you, but I am a bit lost. Can you tell me how to get to the palace from here?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 11, 2016 16:51:27 GMT -8
Roy turns, and sees the man from the alley.
"Oh, hi! Are you alright? What happened earlier? You seemed...out of it."
He waves the man over, giving him a friendly smile. Still relatively new to the vampire life, Roy has once again forgotten that a smile full of fangs is not a friendly one. Still, he does his best.
"How are you doing, buddy? I dunno how to get to the palace, though..."
After a moment of deliberation, Roy gestures towards the palace, which towers far over all the other buildings in Travere.
"I think it's that way."
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Maes
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 23
Physical Description: Maes is human, and stands at five feet and eight inches, all parts frail and spindly. His skin is a shade of alabaster so pale that dark veins and bright arteries can be seen beneath, sometimes appearing to crawl beneath the flesh of their own volition. His eyes seem the color of a worn road stone, grey and lifeless. Lusterless black hair, several inches too long, dangles from his white scalp in uneven cuts. Despite his graven appearance, no mark of exertion, be it sweat or road-dust, seem to settle on him.
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Clothes and Equipment: Dark, frayed robes hang from Maes's gaunt frame, as though someone had thrown a bed linen over a wrought iron fence. A jagged looking medallion of opaque white crystal clings to the dark cloth as though the chain on which it dangles is only decoration. In stark contrast, his boots look nearly immaculate, evidence perhaps of a past life of luxury, or merely an opportune acquisition from one who enjoyed it.
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Registered: Feb 20, 2016 17:23:10 GMT -8
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Post by Maes on Mar 12, 2016 14:53:37 GMT -8
Clearly the boy had misunderstood the question. Anyone could see the palace, but the streets to get there weren't visible from the streets themselves. Still, this group of people didn't seem like it would be much more help. Between the boy, the drunk one, and the irritated looking woman, he had probably gotten all the information he could have already. Nodding at Royal, he turned and walked down the street towards the palace. Travere was certainly an impressive city. The buildings all spoke of their maker's art in their architecture, and even the streets seemed designed as if to the subtle curves of a maiden's figure. Brightly colored flags and handcrafted shop signs advertised the contents of their adjoining walls while patrons ferried goods in and out of their doors. Eventually he would make it to the palace itself. Towering over the rest of the city, it was a grand sight to behold. But Maes wasn't here to gaze in awe like some back country farmer. He strode towards the entry way as a young and entitled noble might. It seemed there had been some sort of grand party recently, and the guards let him in freely. Exit to The Royal Palace |
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Salam
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 25
Physical Description: Race: Kitsune
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 145lbs
Skin: Caucasian
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Forest Glade Green
Has ears and tail of a fox, fur being light brown same as his hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Basic clothing consists of darkened clothing that fit his figure loosely. Colours mainly consisting of browns and blacks. Has three sets of clothing, all of the same description.
Armor: Consists of Padded Leather dyed to a black colour. Meant to help keep him safe when traversing ancient ruins and caves. Gives him a bit more defensive capabilities while allowing him access to his full maneuverability.
Weapons: Wanting to keep himself light, he only carries a Short Sword and Dagger. Light weapons that he uses to mainly deflect and parry attacks rather than attack himself.
Registered: Mar 14, 2016 10:49:17 GMT -8
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Post by Salam on Mar 29, 2016 9:23:04 GMT -8
<Enter from The Bridge Gate> Salam wondered the streets marveling at all the structures and accommodating stores like a regular tourist. His attention being divided amongst all that is going around him, it would take a few minutes for him to regain himself and refocus on his objectives of first finding some current maps of the countries streets and cities, with a secondary task of finding some work, possibly through gossip at a local tavern. He continued to wander the streets, browsing through multiple stores and purchasing whatever maps he could find of good quality, in both local and ofreign territories. After spending most of the rest of his money, Salam decided that he should head to that tavern he saw a few hours earlier in his aimless travels and headed towards it for a good meal and rest, and hopefully some juicy rumors as well. <Exit to La Taverne Forge au Feu - The Forge Fire Tavern. > |
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 4, 2016 20:00:44 GMT -8
It took some doing to actually get Kellam Urireal into the city, but Len did her best to make him feel less anxious about their surroundings. Sticking close to him and hoping that would help, Len pointed out buildings and neat things - like stained glass windows, statues, fountains, and other cool things one would only see in a city. "What do you think so far?" She smiled up at him as they stood looking at a particularly large and impressive fountain.
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Kellam Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 172
Age: 212
Physical Description: Kellam is exceptionally tall for a wild elf. He stands at a height of six even, and his build is well muscled and lithe. He is broad enough to be mistaken for a human at a distance. Up close his elven heritage is obvious. He moves with a grace no human can hope to match. His jaw is narrow almost delicate, checks high and protruding giving him a rather exotic look, his nose straight, and brow smooth. His skin is a lustrous golden tan and ordained with tribal tattoos. His hair is shoulder length and pale blond.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kellam's only clothing is a crudely made white robe wrapped tightly around his body. Over this robe he wears The Armor of The Last King. A suit of heavily enchanted elvish plate armor that is missing numerous pieces. Thought tanks to it's enchantments it gleams as though it is new. For weapons Kellam carries a spear and short sword matching his armors make.
Kellam's gear is truly ancient. His tribe is all that remains of a long forgotten elven kingdom. They retreated into the woods to hide from the invaders and lost much of their lore. His weapons and armor are all that remain of what they once had. They are also the only pieces of metal his tribe possessed.
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Registered: Apr 2, 2016 16:09:22 GMT -8
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Post by Kellam Urireal on Apr 4, 2016 21:00:42 GMT -8
Kellam had been more than a little reluctant to step the bridge. It wasn't the structure itself he had issue with. He had seen bridges before, though none quite so massive. The issue was the people. There were so many all pressing in around him. Oh sure, many tried to keep the distance. This early in the morning though traffic was high as people came in for work, to make deliveries, or were exiting to start there days travel. It was so... the word was disconcerting though that was one outside his vocabulary.
Ultimately the only reason he made it in was Elenial's steady presence. She was a rock in a raging river giving him something to focus on. Eventually they made it into the city proper. Once there were more places to go the crowd lessened and he could breath again. Still the tension did not leave his shoulder right away. Something so odd about being surrounded by all of the stone. Still Len's optimistic and up beat demeanor is infectious and he soon loosens up.
"I think that I like you house better. All the luxuries this city offers with none of the nose. Still it is strange. The buildings are so elegant and thing. I do not know how they do not collapse. Everything is a spectacle and I thought there were many people on the bridge. This though... Still I am enjoying myself. These are sights I never dreamed of seeing. They are just so odd, it never occurred to me that such a place could exist."
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 4, 2016 21:23:32 GMT -8
Chuckling at him, Len reached up and patted his bicep. "They've had a long time to learn how to build them so they don't fall over, I guess. I've never understood such things, myself." Stopping at a stall, she exchanged coin for two apples coated in caramel and nuts. One was handed to Kellam and the other she kept to herself, taking a hearty bite as they resumed walking. There were lots of blonde women all over the place.. but none had pointed ears, that she could see. Len was starting to wonder if they were all conspiring against her, hiding so that Kellam would think she was his queen. Ridiculous, of course, but the thought was there.
"I have to admit, this valley of yours sounds really pretty. Maybe I could come visit someday." The words were out before she could stop them, and she winced. She shouldn't have said that. It was mean to give him hope that she might be his queen. But she was starting to wonder. Perhaps he'd found her for a reason? Len didn't put much stock in fate, but the timing... It had been so coincidental. How had he made it two whole seasons without finding a single blonde female Elf, before stumbling onto her? It was mind-boggling.
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