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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2016 21:27:01 GMT -8
 The Boire Tavern is a small and grubby tavern in the Coal Quarter. Most citizens of the Diamond District wouldn't be caught dead in there, for fear of their reputations as well as the fact that they very well might get shanked. However, it serves good, cheap drinks. |
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 12, 2016 21:29:45 GMT -8
Roxanne wanders into the tavern with Ahremen Arkah and heads straight to the bar, ignoring the whistles of the men. "I'd like a tankard of ale, please. The best you have." Turning to Ahremen, she asks: "What'll you have? This one's on me." She pays for her drink and Ahremen's, and heads over to a table. "Ahh...that's good. I haven't had a nice night of drinking in far too long." |
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Ahremen Arkah
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 19
Physical Description: A well built young woman with shimmering blue eyes and luscious red hair. Once a starving urchin barely able to stay conscious, now appears well fed and constantly alert.
Clothes and Equipment: Shimmering silver armor lined with white fur atop luxurious red silk. A silver rapier hangs off her right hip.
Registered: Dec 21, 2015 17:12:03 GMT -8
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Post by Ahremen Arkah on Jan 12, 2016 21:45:09 GMT -8
"I'd thought we got rid of most of that kind" Ahremen grumbles while taking a seat next to Roxanne.
"Strongest drink you have please and thank you." It wasnt often she got to do this, and she was going to make the most of it while she could, the days discussion s far had her feeling like her own death could be around every corner. The thought made her shiver.
"So, what is it exactly that you do anyway? I mean hunt bounties is so vague, what the average day of a bounty hunter like?"
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 12, 2016 21:54:16 GMT -8
Roxanne shrugs.
"It varies. Most days are pretty boring, to tell the truth. I get up, go to the message board, look for bounties...most of the time the bounties on there aren't worth my trouble. The ones that are worth the effort are usually pretty far away, so I spend a lot of time travelling. When I do go hunting, it's not the ol' 'stalk them through the forest' bit. Usually I find them in their buddy's house, or in a tavern somewhere, then bash their faces in or chop their heads off, depending on what the job is. That part's exciting. Then it's a long trek back to the town where the bounty is being offered, which is a pain if I captured them alive."
She takes a long gulp from the tankard.
"I don't need to worry about any of that right now, though. I'm on vacation!"
Grinning happily, she takes another sip.
"Hmm...I'm thinking mixed drinks next. Or would you prefer shots?"
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Ahremen Arkah
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 19
Physical Description: A well built young woman with shimmering blue eyes and luscious red hair. Once a starving urchin barely able to stay conscious, now appears well fed and constantly alert.
Clothes and Equipment: Shimmering silver armor lined with white fur atop luxurious red silk. A silver rapier hangs off her right hip.
Registered: Dec 21, 2015 17:12:03 GMT -8
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Post by Ahremen Arkah on Jan 18, 2016 20:52:55 GMT -8
"SHOTS!" Ahremen yelled with glee. Her whole demeanor seemed to change at the mention of of hard liquor.
"This is going to be so much fun!" She was practically jumping out her seat at this point "Bartender, over here!"
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 18, 2016 21:37:39 GMT -8
Roxanne grins as the drinks arrive. Six shots of whiskey, lined up neatly on a tray.
"Oh yeah. You're alright, Ahremen."
She passes Ahremen a shot, then picks up her own.
"Alright, let's go. On three. One, two, three..."
On three, she swallows the shot and makes a face as the alcohol burns her throat.
"Ahh..."
Putting the drink down, she pulls off her armored coat. Underneath, she wears a plain white tunic.
"So, Ahremen. What do you do for fun? You're acting like you never go out at all."
She smirks, teasing.
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Ahremen Arkah
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 19
Physical Description: A well built young woman with shimmering blue eyes and luscious red hair. Once a starving urchin barely able to stay conscious, now appears well fed and constantly alert.
Clothes and Equipment: Shimmering silver armor lined with white fur atop luxurious red silk. A silver rapier hangs off her right hip.
Registered: Dec 21, 2015 17:12:03 GMT -8
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Post by Ahremen Arkah on Jan 19, 2016 16:20:06 GMT -8
"Oh, for fun..." She paused for a while putting down the glass she had halfway to her mouth and looking down at it, cupping it gingerly between her hands. "I suppose I don't do much of anything for fun, or really, do fun at all."
She quickly realized just how pathetic that sounded though and hurriedly added " You see I'm just usually very busy doing what are supposed to be very important things, I'm not always sure why they're important but that's what father says. That and its only been recently where I had any sort of money, although I guess it isn't technically mine honestly."
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 19, 2016 16:43:00 GMT -8
Roxanne grins.
"Well, it's good that you're finally doing something fun. It isn't healthy to just sit around and do what you're supposed to all the time, y'know."
Taking a deep breath, she passes Ahremen the next shot.
"Ready? One, two, three..."
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[Several hours and a great many drinks later]
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"WOOOO!"
Roxy leands down and slurps another shot of tequila off Ahremen's chest, to the cheers of the crowd. She laughs and grabs Ahremen's arm.
"Come on, I'm this place is starting to get a little stuffy. Let's go out! Get some of those tiny little cakes or something!"
Tugging on her arm, Roxy staggers towards the door.
"I want cakes!"
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Ahremen Arkah
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 19
Physical Description: A well built young woman with shimmering blue eyes and luscious red hair. Once a starving urchin barely able to stay conscious, now appears well fed and constantly alert.
Clothes and Equipment: Shimmering silver armor lined with white fur atop luxurious red silk. A silver rapier hangs off her right hip.
Registered: Dec 21, 2015 17:12:03 GMT -8
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Post by Ahremen Arkah on Jan 19, 2016 17:05:29 GMT -8
"YES! CAKES! WE LOVE CAKES!" Ahremen yells as she was pulled out the door by the arm, smashing her way through the door.
"Oh my god when did it get this cold" she yelled wrapping her arms around herself "and dark" she added.
"is the cake place even gona be open anymore?"
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 18, 2016 22:21:46 GMT -8
"Oi, it's din-- Ahh screw it, what's the point, I'm never gonna see that guy again if my luck holds." She waved aside the king's leaving-out of part of her surname, and instead focused on the gnome trotting at her side as they entered the tavern. Probably should've shortened her strides and slowed down so the little thing could've kept up easier, but Feru wasn't the best at thinking of things like that ahead of time. Shrugging her sword-free shoulder as she wandered over to a table, she propped the ridiculously huge weapon against the wall behind her before flopping into a chair, careful not to sit on her tail.
"Nah. Some people are cool, some are jerks - ya never know which kind you're gonna get until ya discover ya wanna punch 'em right in their dumb face. ..Or, err, kneecaps, in your case, I guess." A passing barmaid received a gentle pinch to the rear from Feru, who winked at the now-flustered woman. She'd be back. If only to get their drink orders. Stretching out with legs crossed at the ankle, she draped an arm casually over the back of her chair. "Ya don't see gnomes often in these parts. What's a cute little thing like you doin' in a shithole like this?"
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Tinker Fizzbit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 52
Physical Description: Tinker Fizzbit would seem to be a perfectly normal woman in her twenties, with a long, silky brown ponytail and bangs framing her face. That is, she would, were she not approximately three feet tall with slightly pointed ears, and a knack for saying apparently anything that pops into her brain. This pegs her as one of the quirkiest of races: a gnome.
Her voice is high-pitched, yet erudite, speaking to a hidden intelligence beneath all the apparent craziness. She has a pleasant figure and a strong face, with thick eyebrows and a seemingly constant smattering of soot or other assorted explosion biproducts. Despite this, she is miraculously unscarred, somehow escaping all of her failed experiments with nothing but singed eyebrows and a fresh film of soot.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Tinker generally wears a practical ensemble of baggy clothing made of durable and fireproofed cloth, covered by a protective leather vest with many inner pockets and a pair of knee-length leather boots. About her hip she wears an engineer's toolbelt, with a quiver and various tinkering tools on her left side, and a myriad of multicoloured flasks of various elixirs on her right, most of them highly volatile. When she's experimenting, she wears a set of specialised goggles. They tend to stay atop her forehead when she isn't.
Her weapon of choice is a heavily customised repeating crossbow with various modifications. The crossbow is fed by a circular drum of bolts above a mechanism which automatically launches a bolt and primes another with every pull of the trigger. It also has a very well-calibrated sight, and two valves that spray the bolts with various concoctions with the press of a button. All in all, it is a very advanced weapon.
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 1:50:52 GMT -8
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Post by Tinker Fizzbit on Feb 18, 2016 22:28:28 GMT -8
"Well, I learned pretty much everything about anything that had any worth in Zfasbar," responds Tinker as she scrambles up into her seat across from Feru like a professional rock climber, "so I decided I should come out into the overworld and see what there is to learn up here! Turns out, most of what I've learned so far had consisted of: overworlders are frondpickers and there is far too much salty liquid covering this place."
She views Feru's pinching of the barmaid and looks rather confused. What an odd greeting. Overworlders are odd. But, as they say, when in Zfasbar try your hardest not to look strangers in the eye as you copy their every move in order to seem societally well-adjusted. So, the gnome greets a barmaid in this way as well, getting a similarly flustered reaction.
"Overworlders are weird," she says, perplexed.
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 18, 2016 22:36:39 GMT -8
Feru snorted at that, her ears laying back. "Ya got that right, Pintsize. Way too much water." Mutter. "I hate water." Shaking aside memories of one too many unwanted dunkings into water of some kind or other over the years, she looked up just in time to see Tinker goose a poor barmaid. She blinked, then burst into laughter. "HA! Oh man. The look on her face. That was priceless!" Odd purring snickers tumbled from her as she reined in her mirth.
"For future reference, Pintsize, unless you're tryna flirt with someone, that's generally not a good way to introduce yourself." As if to prove her words, the barmaid Feru had nearly groped earlier returned with a saucy smile, batting her lashes at the cat-eared girl. Her lips curved into a crooked, fanged smirk. Worked like a charm nearly every time. No wench could resist her cat ears! "A pint of ale, and whatever the gnome wants, on me." Fishing a few gold coins from a pouch beneath her sleeveless coat, she dropped them into a pocket of the barmaid's apron. "And keep 'em comin' till that runs out, gorgeous."
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Tinker Fizzbit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 52
Physical Description: Tinker Fizzbit would seem to be a perfectly normal woman in her twenties, with a long, silky brown ponytail and bangs framing her face. That is, she would, were she not approximately three feet tall with slightly pointed ears, and a knack for saying apparently anything that pops into her brain. This pegs her as one of the quirkiest of races: a gnome.
Her voice is high-pitched, yet erudite, speaking to a hidden intelligence beneath all the apparent craziness. She has a pleasant figure and a strong face, with thick eyebrows and a seemingly constant smattering of soot or other assorted explosion biproducts. Despite this, she is miraculously unscarred, somehow escaping all of her failed experiments with nothing but singed eyebrows and a fresh film of soot.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Tinker generally wears a practical ensemble of baggy clothing made of durable and fireproofed cloth, covered by a protective leather vest with many inner pockets and a pair of knee-length leather boots. About her hip she wears an engineer's toolbelt, with a quiver and various tinkering tools on her left side, and a myriad of multicoloured flasks of various elixirs on her right, most of them highly volatile. When she's experimenting, she wears a set of specialised goggles. They tend to stay atop her forehead when she isn't.
Her weapon of choice is a heavily customised repeating crossbow with various modifications. The crossbow is fed by a circular drum of bolts above a mechanism which automatically launches a bolt and primes another with every pull of the trigger. It also has a very well-calibrated sight, and two valves that spray the bolts with various concoctions with the press of a button. All in all, it is a very advanced weapon.
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 1:50:52 GMT -8
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Post by Tinker Fizzbit on Feb 18, 2016 22:45:21 GMT -8
"Flirt? What is that, some sort of mating ritual?" asks the Gnome, tilting her head slightly with more than a hint of confusion.
Then, she turns to the barmaid and says, "I'll have an Electrosizmic Ale." to which the barmaid gives an odd confused look and informs her that such a thing doesn't exist.
"Uh...okay, well, what about Underfungus Bluebomb? No? Spinner's Tazzamead? No? Well what in the Machine God's nine plentiful heavens do you have?"
The barmaid lists off the drinks, and Tinker sighs. All very light. Gnomes are known for many things, but abstinence from alcoholic drinks is not one of them. Gnomish liquor tends to be extremely strong. With that in mind, Tinker chooses the most powerful thing they have.
"I'll have a pitcher of Dwarven Ale, then."
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 18, 2016 22:51:21 GMT -8
"Uh..." Okay, she actually had to think about that one for a second. After considering it, she flicked an ear, then nodded and shrugged at the same time. "Well, yeah, pretty much." Listening to the Gnome list off her drinks, Feru was confused as hell. Then she mentioned Dwarven ale. A whole pitcher of it. Both of Feru's eyebrows shot upward at that one. Oh geeze. Was she going to have to babysit a drunk-ass Gnome? Maybe she could hold her liquor better than it looked.
"Thanks, sweet cheeks." With a wink to the barmaid, Feru shooed her off, and resumed lounging. Hopefully she wouldn't be hauling ass away from the scene of an unintentional death-by-booze. That was not how she wanted to spend her day. "You're pretty good with that crossbow of yours. You ever think of doin' mercenary work?"
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Tinker Fizzbit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 52
Physical Description: Tinker Fizzbit would seem to be a perfectly normal woman in her twenties, with a long, silky brown ponytail and bangs framing her face. That is, she would, were she not approximately three feet tall with slightly pointed ears, and a knack for saying apparently anything that pops into her brain. This pegs her as one of the quirkiest of races: a gnome.
Her voice is high-pitched, yet erudite, speaking to a hidden intelligence beneath all the apparent craziness. She has a pleasant figure and a strong face, with thick eyebrows and a seemingly constant smattering of soot or other assorted explosion biproducts. Despite this, she is miraculously unscarred, somehow escaping all of her failed experiments with nothing but singed eyebrows and a fresh film of soot.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Tinker generally wears a practical ensemble of baggy clothing made of durable and fireproofed cloth, covered by a protective leather vest with many inner pockets and a pair of knee-length leather boots. About her hip she wears an engineer's toolbelt, with a quiver and various tinkering tools on her left side, and a myriad of multicoloured flasks of various elixirs on her right, most of them highly volatile. When she's experimenting, she wears a set of specialised goggles. They tend to stay atop her forehead when she isn't.
Her weapon of choice is a heavily customised repeating crossbow with various modifications. The crossbow is fed by a circular drum of bolts above a mechanism which automatically launches a bolt and primes another with every pull of the trigger. It also has a very well-calibrated sight, and two valves that spray the bolts with various concoctions with the press of a button. All in all, it is a very advanced weapon.
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 1:50:52 GMT -8
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Post by Tinker Fizzbit on Feb 18, 2016 23:00:34 GMT -8
"Not as yet, no. I mostly just designed this thing because it was a long journey and I needed something to occupy my time, though it has definitely helped me out many times!" says Tinker. Whatever her original motivation for modifying a crossbow, she has to admit that she has grown rather attached to it. It was a well-calibrated and finely crafted piece of equipment, and she's likely unknowingly designed the most advanced overworld portable weapon to date. All without the help of magic.
"I suppose I could take up mercenary work. I have always enjoyed throwing explosives at things," ponders the gnome, stroking her chin as she leans her elbow on the table. She actually has to stand yo reach the table. Nothing was ever made particularly for gnomes. Dammed overworld.
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 18, 2016 23:19:18 GMT -8
That purring chuckle emanated from her once more, and Feru grinned. "I like the way you think. Ya know what, it's been too long since I had a job. What say you and me team up? With you and your gadgets and concoctions,-" Ooh, concoctions, that was her vocabulary word for the day. "-and me and my Meatwhacker,-" She gestured over her shoulder to the sword, clearly indicating what, exactly, 'Meatwhacker' was. "-we could make a killin'. Literally."
She was already picturing vast hoards of undiscovered treasure. Lots of shinies to play with. And lots of money, which meant lots of alcohol, and if she was lucky, lots and lots and lots of.. booty. The mere prospect made her grin, crossing both arms behind her head and tilting her chair back onto two legs. Oh yes. Things were about to get good. ..If Tinker agreed, that was.
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Tinker Fizzbit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 52
Physical Description: Tinker Fizzbit would seem to be a perfectly normal woman in her twenties, with a long, silky brown ponytail and bangs framing her face. That is, she would, were she not approximately three feet tall with slightly pointed ears, and a knack for saying apparently anything that pops into her brain. This pegs her as one of the quirkiest of races: a gnome.
Her voice is high-pitched, yet erudite, speaking to a hidden intelligence beneath all the apparent craziness. She has a pleasant figure and a strong face, with thick eyebrows and a seemingly constant smattering of soot or other assorted explosion biproducts. Despite this, she is miraculously unscarred, somehow escaping all of her failed experiments with nothing but singed eyebrows and a fresh film of soot.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Tinker generally wears a practical ensemble of baggy clothing made of durable and fireproofed cloth, covered by a protective leather vest with many inner pockets and a pair of knee-length leather boots. About her hip she wears an engineer's toolbelt, with a quiver and various tinkering tools on her left side, and a myriad of multicoloured flasks of various elixirs on her right, most of them highly volatile. When she's experimenting, she wears a set of specialised goggles. They tend to stay atop her forehead when she isn't.
Her weapon of choice is a heavily customised repeating crossbow with various modifications. The crossbow is fed by a circular drum of bolts above a mechanism which automatically launches a bolt and primes another with every pull of the trigger. It also has a very well-calibrated sight, and two valves that spray the bolts with various concoctions with the press of a button. All in all, it is a very advanced weapon.
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 1:50:52 GMT -8
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Post by Tinker Fizzbit on Feb 19, 2016 0:20:53 GMT -8
"Hrm...that is an exceedingly great idea for an overworlder!" responds Tinker with an approving nod. It's about then that their drinks arrive. The barmaid places a pint in front of Feru and the rather large pitcher of Dwarven Ale in front of Tinker.
About half the pitcher is gone by the time the barmaid gets three feet away, and the gnome places it back upon the table with a slight sigh.
"It's like water," she complains, "why don't more places sell Gnomish drinks? I mean other than the fact that we don't come up into the overworld much."
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 19, 2016 0:25:29 GMT -8
"Thanks." Feru knew she wasn't the sharpest sword in the armory, so she definitely wasn't going to deny a compliment to her intelligence when she got one. Waggling her ears suggestively at the barmaid when she returned, she took the pint and sipped at it, then blinked at Tinker. "That's.. prob'ly the whole reason right there. I think you're maybe the second Gnome I've seen. Ever."
And the other one had been nowhere near as adorable as Tinker. He'd been old and bearded and smelled a little weird. Not to mention he kept trying to do things to Meatwhacker. She'd had to bonk him several times. Hopefully Tinker would be more mindful of her sword. Ah well. Everything was going well so far. Taking a few deep swallows of her ale, she sighed happily. "I get the feeling this is the start of a beautiful partnership." Grin.
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Tinker Fizzbit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 52
Physical Description: Tinker Fizzbit would seem to be a perfectly normal woman in her twenties, with a long, silky brown ponytail and bangs framing her face. That is, she would, were she not approximately three feet tall with slightly pointed ears, and a knack for saying apparently anything that pops into her brain. This pegs her as one of the quirkiest of races: a gnome.
Her voice is high-pitched, yet erudite, speaking to a hidden intelligence beneath all the apparent craziness. She has a pleasant figure and a strong face, with thick eyebrows and a seemingly constant smattering of soot or other assorted explosion biproducts. Despite this, she is miraculously unscarred, somehow escaping all of her failed experiments with nothing but singed eyebrows and a fresh film of soot.
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Tinker generally wears a practical ensemble of baggy clothing made of durable and fireproofed cloth, covered by a protective leather vest with many inner pockets and a pair of knee-length leather boots. About her hip she wears an engineer's toolbelt, with a quiver and various tinkering tools on her left side, and a myriad of multicoloured flasks of various elixirs on her right, most of them highly volatile. When she's experimenting, she wears a set of specialised goggles. They tend to stay atop her forehead when she isn't.
Her weapon of choice is a heavily customised repeating crossbow with various modifications. The crossbow is fed by a circular drum of bolts above a mechanism which automatically launches a bolt and primes another with every pull of the trigger. It also has a very well-calibrated sight, and two valves that spray the bolts with various concoctions with the press of a button. All in all, it is a very advanced weapon.
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 1:50:52 GMT -8
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Post by Tinker Fizzbit on Feb 19, 2016 0:34:58 GMT -8
"Well still! I bet places would sell out of a nice Electrosizmic Ale quicker than you could say 'Thermalisticblastcompressotorium'," responds the Gnome, before finishing the other half of her pitcher in a few gulps. The fact that such a small creature had just downed a rather large pitcher of Dwarven Ale might be a bit surprising to some, and in fact she gets odd looks from a trio of merry-making Dwarves a few tables down, but she doesn't seem to notice.
"In any case, I agree. Maybe you'll even be the first overworlder to ever see Zfasbar! Probably not but maybe. I will need to revisit the place occasionally to pick up some reagents that are really hard to find in the overworld. Like drake saliva. I don't think the overworld even has drakes, does it? Maybe I should introduce drakes to the overworld. It would be dangerous, but it would make drake venom easier to procure."
It seems like the Gnome simply speaks in a stream of consciousness, saying whatever pops into her mind. They say genius always comes with a touch of madness, and this little creature seems...touched, if nothing else.
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 19, 2016 0:46:20 GMT -8
"..." Blinking rapidly, Feru's ears swiveled this way and that, as though she were trying to make sense of the words by hearing them from a different angle. After a few minutes, she had to silently admit defeat. Nope. Finally, she shook her head, laughing quietly. "Pintsize, I understood maybe half of that. This is gonna take some gettin' used to." The last was muttered to herself as she finished off the remainder of her pint, and gestured to the barmaid for another, for both herself and Tinker.
Already she was wondering if there were any places nearby where they could pick up a job. Normally taverns were good for that, but she didn't see a job board in this one. Maybe they should just post up in a public square with a sign that said 'Will kill things for money.' Feru snorted at that thought. Well, it had worked before...
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