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.
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Post by Tinker Fizzbit on Feb 19, 2016 0:55:57 GMT -8
"You know, you don't have to pay for me, by the way. Overworlders tend to get very excited when I give them some of my less valuable reagents, the ones that you can just find lying about in Zfasbar," says Tinker as the second drink arrives. She pulls two very large diamonds from her vest pocket and gives the barmaid a winning smile.
"I don't actually have any money, but will these do?" she asks. The diamonds are uncut, but as massive as they are they'd still be worth a fortune. The barmaid's eyes widen. Clearly this must be some sort of halfling humour.
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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 15:03:12 GMT -8
"Nyeh. Don't worry about it. My philosophy is, always do somethin' nice for someone new in town, to kinda even the scales, so maybe someone will do somethin' nice for ya when you're the new one in town." Sort of a karmic pay-it-forward, or something. Taking her next pint from the barmaid, Feru glanced over as she caught the gleam of light against something shiny. She was mid-sip when she saw Tinker trying to offer up two extremely large uncut diamonds, and she choked on her ale, lowering the cup as she coughed.
"Hey (cough), woah there (cough), Pintsize!" Making a sound like a cat trying to hack up a hairball seemed to clear the liquid from her throat and lungs, and she lunged across the table to cover the diamonds with her hand, shoving them down while she gave the barmaid a significant look that said 'You saw NOTHING, got it?'. With that, she looked back to Tinker, lowering her voice. "You could prob'ly buy the whole damn tavern with those. Just.. keep your goods to yourself, and if ya think they might be useful, just.. ask me first, alright? The last thing we need is to get jumped 'cause you're flashin' things like that around."
The fluffed fur on Feru's tail slowly began to smooth down. She cast anxious glances around the tavern, to see if anyone else had seen the diamonds. She was all for a good bar brawl, but she hated being outnumbered, and it was hard as hell to even the odds with Meatwhacker inside.
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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 15:18:59 GMT -8
"They're just worthless stones. The most these things will make me is a minor Dragonsbreath Elixir," says Tinker with a dismissive wave, "almost worthless in Zfasbar. I mean, you find them on the side of the road daily."
The reason for this is that Zfasbar was actually built into an extremely old dead volcano, and the gnomes use the geothermal energy to power some of their machinations. A side effect of this, of course, is an unusually high concentration of precious jewels and volcanic glasses. In fact, the two most valuable materials are copper and gold, both difficult to find locally and used as conductors.
In other words, to the Gnomish woman, people going mad over something like a diamond is a little odd. To an overworlder, it would be akin to someone going mad over two large quartz stones.
"Well, they're not of much use to me. I don't need more elixirs that use them. You seem to like them, though, did you want one?" asks Tinker as she takes another swig of her Dwarven Ale.
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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 15:32:11 GMT -8
"Well those ain't worthless up here, trust me. People'd kill both of us to get even one of 'em." Seems no one else had glimpsed the diamonds, which was a huge weight off Feru's shoulders. Giving the barmaid another look, she settled back in her seat with her hands curled around the tankard. Then blinked. "Shit, what would I do with a stone that big? Don't got nothin' I want to buy. Though..."
Her head tilted, pondering. Images of a building in town, turned into a base for the two of them.. and maybe more people. They could have a proper mercenary company! "Hey, what would ya say to usin' those rocks of yours to buy a place in town, deck it out, and call it our base of operations? We get enough clout behind us with some well-done work, we'd have people comin' to us for our services. Maybe even some other mercs to kinda flesh things out." Delusions of grandeur? Maybe. Feru was just thinking of all the booty. And the booty. Randy kitten that she 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 15:40:26 GMT -8
"Really? With these things we could buy a base of operations? Well, alright. Why do overworlders put that much value on these worthless stones, anyway?" asks the Gnome, scratching her head at the strangeness of overworlders. It was such an alien place, and it's only getting moreso with everything Tinker learns.
"In any case, that sounds like a plan to me," she continues, pulling out a flask of strange blue liquid and dumping it into the Dwarven Ale. The liquid in the pitcher fizzles and slowly changes into a greenish blue colour, and Fizzbit takes another gulp of the now bubbling brew, sighing contentedly afterward.
"I forgot I had that. Makes any drink taste like home," she says. The liquid is a highly alcoholic and likely deadly to most concoction made by gnomes as a flavour enhancer.
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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 15:56:36 GMT -8
"A base of operations and enough furniture to make it pretty comfortable, if my guess is right. I normally deal in pre-cut gems and gold, but those'll prob'ly sell pretty damn nicely." Math was not her strong suit, but Feru was remembering instances of selling smaller pre-cut gems, and the money she'd gotten in return.. trying to calculate the worth of a bigger, if uncut, pair of diamonds... Well, it was definitely making her head hurt, but totally worth it.
She blinked when Tinker added.. something.. to her drink, and couldn't help laying her ears back at the scent that reached her sensitive nose. Yep. She was most absotively, posolutely, staying away from that mess. "Great. We'll do some hagglin' in the mornin', then." Sipping at her ale, she tried to remember where things were the last time she'd been to Bayonne. Then finally shrugged. Screw it. She'd figure that shit out tomorrow.
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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.
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Post by Tinker Fizzbit on Feb 19, 2016 16:07:46 GMT -8
"Sounds like a plan," says the gnome, before finishing the rest of her pitcher in a few large gulps. She's had enough alcohol to burn a hole in the stomach of a Dwarf, and yet she's not even showing signs of tipsiness yet. She's definitely caught the attention of a few of the bar's patrons, though she continues to be oblivious to how amazing her constitution is to an overworlder.
"So are we going to sleep together or what?" asks Tinker curiously. She's not sure how it works here in the overworld, if sleeping with someone else is the norm. Everything is so different.
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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)
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 19, 2016 16:19:37 GMT -8
Once again, Feru was caught mid-sip of her ale. This time, she just sputtered into her tankard a little, rather than all-out choking. Lowering the vessel, she gazed disbelievingly at Tinker. Had those words seriously just come out of the Gnome's mouth? Feru reached up and dug her fingers into one ear, then the other, just to make sure they weren't clogged up. Then she returned to staring at the engineer again. "..Did.. what.. I.."
Normally it was very hard to get such a reaction out of Feru. While hotheaded, impulsive, and temperamental, she was also normally pretty self-assured and hard to rattle. Laying her ears back with a brief growl at her own fumbling, she snorted and regained her composure. "Listen Pintsize, you're pretty damn adorable, but you're a little.. uhh.. vertically challenged for my tastes." That was a nice way to call the Gnome too short to fuck.. right?
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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.
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Post by Tinker Fizzbit on Feb 19, 2016 16:29:23 GMT -8
"Your tastes? What are you talking about? I don't want you to taste me...what sort of societal ritual is that? Tasting another person," says the Gnome, rather taken aback herself.
"What, are overworlders cannibalistic or something? Maybe I should go back to Zfasbar if that's the case. I warn you, my blood has copper in it! It'll taste like wires!"
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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)
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 19, 2016 16:33:56 GMT -8
Feru smacked her palm against her forehead, ears laying back as she sighed. Okay, rethink, rephrase, retry... "Well if we were gonna sleep together, yeah, there'd be some tasting involved. No, I don't plan to eat ya - not even if we were gonna sleep together. I don't make a habit of eatin' people. ..Not like a cannibal would, anyway. I was tryna be nice, but the gist of it is, you're short, and I like the people I sleep with to be a little taller. Sorry."
Letting her hand fall, Feru rocked back in her chair, shooting a grin to a random bar patron that was looking her way. What? She'd let the Gnome down easy, right? Or was he staring at her chest? She waggled her ears at him and winked. He grinned and looked away. Ooh. Maybe she'd get herself the best of both worlds tonight! She'd have to ask the barmaid what she thought about sharing.
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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.
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Post by Tinker Fizzbit on Feb 19, 2016 16:43:55 GMT -8
"Wait, so you aren't a cannibal, but you taste people when you sleep with them? What?" asks Tinker, visibly confused. She's far too sober for all this overworlder speak. What strange people.
"Eh, whatever. Your customs are strange and I am thoroughly tired of trying to understand them," she continues, with a touch of annoyance to her voice. She takes another vial of that blue liquid from her belt and drinks it straight. It wasn't the tastiest of substances, but it was strong, even for Gnomish alcohol. If Feru can smell it, the very scent will likely singe her nosehairs.
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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)
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 19, 2016 16:50:28 GMT -8
"Well.. yeah. Tasting people is one of the best parts of sex." And now Feru was thoroughly distracted, as the barmaid walked by and gently rubbed one of her ears. Her tail bristled pleasurably, and after knocking back the rest of her ale, she dropped the tankard onto the table and stood, wiping her mouth off on a patch of bare forearm. "I've got some business to attend to. Don't get into trouble, Pintsize.. and don't wait up."
Darting after the barmaid, Feru gave her rear a playful squeeze while simultaneously guiding her over to the man who was eyeing them both. After a quick chat, Feru was headed upstairs with both of them, looking very much like the cat that had gotten the canary. And the cream. And a whole fish, too.
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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.
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Post by Tinker Fizzbit on Feb 19, 2016 17:15:38 GMT -8
She was apparently speaking about sexual acts. Tasting, though? How strange. And how did the overworlder get that sort of idea from sleeping? Even stranger. She shrugs as the catgirl absconds, ordering another pitcher of Dwarven Ale and slipping the server a ruby, since the other server had so rudely abandoned her. She places a drop of that fizzy blue liquid into the pitcher, and is about to knock it back, when the trio of Dwarves from before approach her. Each one is about a foot taller than her, and much more burly.
"'Allo thar, girly," says the lead one, a massive stocky Dwarf with arms the diameter of Tinker's torso and a beard about as tall as he is. His accent distinguishes him as a Boulder Dwarf of the Plainlands.
"Ye look like y'ken hold yer Ale! Care fer a wager? If I kin out drink ye, ye'll owe me one'a them pretty stones," he says, grinning greedily. Tinker ponders for a moment, and then nods happily.
"It's a deal! And if I win, you owe me three whole Gold Wizzbangs...or crowns, I think you surface Gnomes call them," she says, unaware of just how unequal the deal is. And so, the game begins! The dwarf sits down across from her and slams three gold pieces, grinning as he eyes the huge diamond Tinker places upon the table.
The contest doesn't last long, especially when Tinker introduces her Gnomish flavour enhancer. Tinker sits across from the nearly passed out Dwarf, her own words only slightly impaired. The trio of Dwarves, who widely consider themselves the best drinkers around, stare at Tinker with a newfound respect and astonishment.
"A...alright. Y'win," says the Dwarf, barely able to form a full sentence. The table before them is covered in tankards and stinks of extremely strong alcohol. Tinker pockets the worthless reagent and the precious gold pieces with a satisfied grin.
"Now, guys, since you're clearly strong surface Gnomes, can you teach me how they do things up here? As an adied bonus for winning that contest," she asks, looking at them imploringly. The Dwarves all grin at one another. Sounds like a proposition to them. And so, they abscond upstairs with Tinker for some...mating ritual education. Not what Tinker had in mind, but she's always willing to learn!
[Fade to black. It's going to be a long night.]
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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 18:11:37 GMT -8
<Late the next day>
With her boots held in one hand, Feru tromped down the stairs, stifling a yawn behind her other fist. She was tired, but ho boy, had it been worth it. Stopping on the bottom step, she plopped down and tugged her boots on, then stood and trudged over to the corner where she'd left Meatwhacker, hefting it after her as she went to the bar. Her green eyes cast about in search of Tinker, but not seeing her, shrugged - not her problem, after all. Scooting onto a seat at the bar, she propped Meatwhacker against the bar beside her, slapped down a couple of coins, and grinned at the barkeep.
"I'll have some of that fish stew I smell. And milk." When the barkeep eyed her like she was crazy, she laid her ears back, and growled. "Ya got a problem, scruffy? A girl can't like milk?!" The barkeep shook his head, and scurried off. Feru huffed in annoyance. So what if she liked fish and milk? It wasn't her fault she'd gotten turned into a cat, after all. Besides.. she kinda liked being part-feline, after all these years.
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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 18:26:11 GMT -8
Tinker's night was objectively more tiring than Feru's, and so she doesn't come down for quite a while. When she does, she smells very distinctly of sweat, sex, and...charred copper? She approaches the bar with a yawn and hops up onto a stool beside Feru, tying her hair back up into its ponytail and adjusting her goggles.
She doesn't say anything for a long moment, and then she says, suddenly, "Overworld Gnomes have much more stamina than I might have expected." She rubs her behind with a wince.
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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 18:31:56 GMT -8
By the time Tinker came down, Feru was halfway through her third bowl of stew. Looking up with spoon in mouth and a blink, she snorted a laugh, swallowed her mouthful, then reached over and gently tapped the Gnome on the shoulder with her fist as she spoke around the spoon. "Good on ya, Pintsize." Sex was great. Feru loved it, she liked when the people she liked got some, so all in all, she was in a good mood.
"Been askin' 'round, apparently there's a former tavern for sale for pretty cheap. I figure we can go take a look once you're ready, see what we think, and if it'll do, we'll buy it. Then we can worry 'bout findin' stuff to put in it." That made her hears lay back, and she growled slightly. "..Or maybe we can just pay someone to decorate it. I never did like all that girly shit, pickin' out fabrics and figurin' out what furniture looks best. Stupid, if ya ask me." Stuffing another spoonful of stew into her mouth, she sighed.
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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 21, 2016 5:08:57 GMT -8
"Well if these rocks are as valuable to you overworlders as you seem to think, then that shouldn't be so hard. I have a whole lot of them in my pack," responds Tinker, before waving down the bartender and ordering herself a tankard of Dwarven Ale and a shank of lamb. She places her head upon her arms atop the bar, trying desperately to rub the sleep from her eyes, but to no avail.
"I've woken up far too early today," she laments, "I need at least twelve more years of sleep."
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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 21, 2016 11:42:11 GMT -8
Feru glanced at Tinker, and hastily finished the rest of her stew. "Ya don't say? Well, here, why don't you rest a bit more, get somethin' to eat and drink, recover a little, and I'll go take care of the whole thing." Hopefully Tinker would trust her with the gems! Feru may be many things, but a thief was not one of them. Placing her hand over her heart, she turned to face the Gnome. "Swear on my ears and tail that I'll return whatever's left over to ya."
Assuming her plea was successful, with the gems in hand, off she went to procure what their new headquarters would need. She was already making lists in her head. Tables, benches, food, lots of booze...
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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 Feb 21, 2016 16:35:54 GMT -8
Maes opens the door to the best looking (only?) inn he has found in the Coal Quarter of Bayonne. He hopes to find a meal with his newly acquired wealth and to ply for information about Regadar's whereabouts or known hideouts or dealings in this city. Taking a seat in the darkest corner of the tavern he can find, he beckons to the closest server and pays no heed to her squeamish appraisal. "One meal, meat and bread please, cheese if you have it. And some wine. Good wine." He drops several gold coins on the table and reclines as far into the shadows as he can manage. The tavern seems a bit empty, though it is still somewhat morning. An odd looking... very short person catches his attention at the bar. "Is that one of those... Norms? Nummles? Something like that." Soon lost in his own thought, the meal he ordered, complete with cheese and a wine that doesn't lend itself to being great, but passes as good, are situated in front of him. "I haven't eaten this well since..." It didn't matter, he realized. Nothing else did -- he needed to find Regadar. That was all that mattered. And then he ate with more gusto than he had intended. |
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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 21, 2016 17:00:35 GMT -8
Tinker hands the diamonds over without question before Feru even finishes her sentence, rolling them over to her on the bar top. They're worthless to her, anyway, since she's already got plenty of the potions they'd be used in.
"Knock yourself out. Only not really, because then you could get robbed while unconscious. That would be bad," says Tinker before lying her head back down upon her arms and falling into a light slumber. She hadn't gotten any sleep the night before, so anywhere is good enough.
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