Lutin Cartel
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Roleplay posts: 39 
Physical Description: Elin: http://i.imgur.com/GcvE4CS.png
Jimmie Eclair: http://i.imgur.com/F0dlyzr.jpg
Registered: Dec 11, 2015 14:21:53 GMT -8
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Post by Lutin Cartel on Feb 21, 2016 18:34:43 GMT -8
A shady woman in a dark pea coat spies the diamonds from across the bar. Who's the tiny woman handing the sparkly rocks over to the cat girl? The boss will have to know about this. A woman who handles diamonds so carelessly must be rich. He also spots Maes sitting alone. Men sitting alone are usually easy to sell to, if the seller was female and reasonably attractive. The necessary attractiveness could usually be offset by the amount of alcohol the man had had that night. She walks over, sitting down at his table without waiting on an invitation. "Hey, you waiting on anyone?" |
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Maes
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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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Post by Maes on Feb 21, 2016 18:42:48 GMT -8
Maes looks up at the uninvited woman. "Waiting? No, I'm looking for someone." Anyone with this much hubris probably knows things about this town, he suspected.
"Name's Maes (pronounced like 'maze'). And you are?" He continued to push the roasted meat of his lunch into his mouth. Suddenly realizing he'd been rude, he nodded to the woman. "Can I get you something to drink," he asked as he produce a few more gold coins from his robes.
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Lutin Cartel
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Physical Description: Elin: http://i.imgur.com/GcvE4CS.png
Jimmie Eclair: http://i.imgur.com/F0dlyzr.jpg
Registered: Dec 11, 2015 14:21:53 GMT -8
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Post by Lutin Cartel on Feb 21, 2016 18:49:38 GMT -8
The woman smiles.
"I'm Elin. Nice to meet you, Maes. And a drink would be nice."
She watches his wallet carefully when he looks away. It's alright, but nothing spectacular. Oh well.
"Looking for someone, hmm? Someone you need to look good for? And if they don't show up, does that make you free tonight?"
Leaning over the table, she whispers:
"I've got something that will brighten up any empty nights..."
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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 19:10:22 GMT -8
"I'm... I'm not looking for that kind of thing," Maes says, a little more shocked than relieved. "I'm looking for information. If you're well-connected, I have some gold and some other valuables..."
He eyed the woman carefully. She didn't seem to show the slightest hint of perturbation at his countenance. "Maybe this will actually go somewhere," he thought to himself.
Maes waves over the server again, who seems a little more comfortable with his appearance than before. "A drink for this lady, please." After the server takes the order and leaves, Maes reaches into his robes and produces a small pouch, dropping it on the table. It had the unmistakable sound of precious stones clattering against themselves. "I'm looking for a man named Regadar. He leads a loose company of cutthroats and ruffians. Do you know of whom I speak?"
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Lutin Cartel
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Physical Description: Elin: http://i.imgur.com/GcvE4CS.png
Jimmie Eclair: http://i.imgur.com/F0dlyzr.jpg
Registered: Dec 11, 2015 14:21:53 GMT -8
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Post by Lutin Cartel on Feb 21, 2016 19:36:09 GMT -8
The woman thinks for a moment.
"Hmm...no, I don't. But I figure I might be able to find you something about him."
She grins.
"However, information won't come cheaply. How about you buy some fairy dust so I know I can trust you, hmm? Then we can talk about this Regadar fellow."
Glancing around, she pulls out a small pouch of sparkly, glittery powder.
"Whattaya say? Finest quality. Five silver pieces for a gram, and that'll have you seeing stars all night."
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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 19:43:41 GMT -8
Fairy Dust? Maes had no idea what this woman was talking about. "Uhh... how much? Further, what is it for? Actually, I'm not really interested." He dropped back into his seat. This seemed like another hollow promise. Still, he had nothing to go on after losing Regadar earlier.
Maes opened the pouch of gems and produced two small but well-cut rubies. "I believe these were probably the property of some noblewoman, though I came by them without knowing their original owner. If that doesn't bother you, I'll give you these to sort out whatever information you can find." They weren't the most valuable gems in the bag, but he hoped she wouldn't call his bluff that there weren't many more. "You can have the rest if you come up with anything worthwhile. I know he's probably still in this city."
With that, he leveled his grey eyes at the woman and watched for the vagueries of her reaction.
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Lutin Cartel
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Physical Description: Elin: http://i.imgur.com/GcvE4CS.png
Jimmie Eclair: http://i.imgur.com/F0dlyzr.jpg
Registered: Dec 11, 2015 14:21:53 GMT -8
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Post by Lutin Cartel on Feb 21, 2016 19:52:04 GMT -8
Elin stares at the gemstones greedily.
"Fairy dust? Oh, it's fantastic. The greatest thing in the world. Just snort a line or two, and all your troubles go away. Colors are brighter. Tastes are stronger. Sounds are sweeter. Everything will look beautiful. You'll literally sparkle, and people will see you as more attractive. Stars will dance before your eyes for the first while, and then when the rush wears off you're set for the evening. It's absolutely beautiful, and this is the best quality. Completely pure. Nothing added. As for the info...I'll see what I can do."
She reaches for the rubies.
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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 19:57:43 GMT -8
"I'm really not interested in whatever you're pedaling, miss. The information is all I care about." Maes pushes the rubies towards Elin. "I'll wait here for a day. If I don't hear from you by then..." he puts the pouch back in his his robes, "I can't promise that I'll be so cavalier the next time we meet.
With that, Maes goes back to concentrating on his meal. Why does it taste so good for just average tavern fare? Surely the world must be toying with him again.
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Lutin Cartel
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Physical Description: Elin: http://i.imgur.com/GcvE4CS.png
Jimmie Eclair: http://i.imgur.com/F0dlyzr.jpg
Registered: Dec 11, 2015 14:21:53 GMT -8
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Post by Lutin Cartel on Feb 21, 2016 20:05:53 GMT -8
"Ooh..."
The woman takes the rubies and finishes her drink, then stands up abruptly.
"Thank you for the drink, Maes."
She walks off to find some other sap to sell to.
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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 22, 2016 17:26:03 GMT -8
The day wore on, and Maes found himself distractedly watching the patrons of the tavern come and go. What would his life be like if he was still with the troupe? Would they come to a tavern like this? Would he be cheered at if he still played the jester to his father's comedy? He had to stop and remind himself that these thoughts were unproductive. Only revenge mattered. Only revenge.
Around the early evening, he produced the last of his purloined coins and rented a room for the evening. The noise was getting to be too much, and even though he was growing accustomed to the odd looks and shocked expressions, it did get old after several hours. The din was much more tolerable upstairs. He reclined back into his bed and closed his eyes, trying to focus on the words he heard every night in his dreams -- words he didn't understand, but had memorized completely. The voice was alien, but the sounds somehow familiar. "Focus," he repeated to himself. "Focus."
He drifted off into yet another fitful sleep. Not the first, and certainly not the last since the change.
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Lutin Cartel
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Physical Description: Elin: http://i.imgur.com/GcvE4CS.png
Jimmie Eclair: http://i.imgur.com/F0dlyzr.jpg
Registered: Dec 11, 2015 14:21:53 GMT -8
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Post by Lutin Cartel on Feb 23, 2016 16:54:08 GMT -8
A few days later, a note is slipped under Maes's door.
Hey, it' s Elin. I got what you need. Meet me down at the bar.
Assuming he goes down to the bar, Maes would find Elin waiting at the table he was sitting at the other night. She smiles when she sees him.
"Hey, Maes. I found what you needed to know. Here, lemme buy you a drink since you bought me one last time."
She gets him an ale and sits back down.
"So...how's life been?"
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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 23, 2016 17:05:45 GMT -8
"Slow," Maes responded. "I honestly wasn't sure you were going to get back to me." He knew better than to get his hopes up. Other people had taken his money in exchange for information about Regadar and left him standing at a crossroads. "If he's still in Bayonne, I need to know. Now."
Maes reached into his robe and produced the bag of gems. He let it just slightly fall to the table and produce the delicate clinking that let people know what was inside. If Elin made good on her promise, this would be the last town he'd have to visit. Maybe then he'd get lost in the haze of whatever 'fairy dust' was and slip peacefully into the next realm...
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Lutin Cartel
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Physical Description: Elin: http://i.imgur.com/GcvE4CS.png
Jimmie Eclair: http://i.imgur.com/F0dlyzr.jpg
Registered: Dec 11, 2015 14:21:53 GMT -8
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Post by Lutin Cartel on Feb 23, 2016 17:18:08 GMT -8
Elin smiles and takes a sip of her drink.
"Well, I'm getting to that. Relax. Enjoy your drink."
She leans forward, over the table.
"So all you kneed to know is the location, hmm? But if I tell you that, you'll just run off. And I want to relax and enjoy my night. So, calm down and be patient. Maybe we can mess around later. Who knows."
Sipping her own drink, she watches Maes carefully. Hopefully he takes a sip. If not, she'll have to find a different way to sedate him.
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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 23, 2016 17:34:38 GMT -8
Maes reaches out and slides the drink toward himself. "Look, this is really important to me. I'm sure you can enjoy yourself to great extent with what's in this pouch," he says and motions to the bag of gems on the table. "I need the information if you have it. We can talk about other business later."
He found himself growing both excited and irritated. He didn't have time for games with this woman. "You want me to buy into your little drug scheme, I get it. If your information is good, I'm sure I'll have the time and the capital to invest in it. But for now, I need to know what you know." He knew being pushy wasn't always the best way to get what he wanted, but if things turned sour, he could try to use his aura to cow her. And probably most of the rest of the bar.
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Lutin Cartel
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Physical Description: Elin: http://i.imgur.com/GcvE4CS.png
Jimmie Eclair: http://i.imgur.com/F0dlyzr.jpg
Registered: Dec 11, 2015 14:21:53 GMT -8
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Post by Lutin Cartel on Feb 23, 2016 21:16:26 GMT -8
Elin pouts.
"You're really boring, you know that?"
Shaking her head, she sighs.
"Fine. He's in Bayonne. Happy? Now sit down and enjoy your drink. I want to pretend to be a normal woman with a hot date for once. Is that too much to ask?"
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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 24, 2016 17:26:49 GMT -8
"Where in Bayonne," Maes asked. He was trying very hard to not lose his temper. 'Hot date?' Was she patronizing him? He could feel the anger boiling up inside.
He suddenly realized he was shaking. He placed his hands on the table in front him, shoulder width and fingers splayed so she could see the translucent skin and the red-blue wiry vessels beneath. "Where in Bayonne," he repeated, more calmly.
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Lutin Cartel
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Physical Description: Elin: http://i.imgur.com/GcvE4CS.png
Jimmie Eclair: http://i.imgur.com/F0dlyzr.jpg
Registered: Dec 11, 2015 14:21:53 GMT -8
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Post by Lutin Cartel on Feb 24, 2016 17:33:44 GMT -8
Elin reaches into her pocket, carefully readying a small blowdart tube under the table.
"Calm down, Maes. If I tell you, you'll run off right away. I don't want you to run off."
She sips her own drink, hand shaking somewhat.
"Why do you want to find this guy so badly, anyways?"
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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 24, 2016 17:50:16 GMT -8
Maes lowered his hood, letting Elin get a good look at his face. It wasn't a bad face, but even in the dim light of the tavern, his skin glowed like the light of a full moon. He felt like the vessels beneath could probably be seen pulsing, a vivid metronome timed to his frustration. Something itched in the back of his mind. It felt like that unknowable familiar voice, but this time there was no sound.
"He and his cutthroats murdered my family. For nothing more than a handful of coins and a fake scepter painted gold." The memory flashed behind his eyes again. He was stuck under an overturned wagon, blood pooling in his lungs, watching his family being cut down. The smell of burning canvas choked out what little air made it past the blood.
His eyes were fierce now. He could feel the power crawling out of place inside him that he still couldn't identify. "Is that enough for you?" He slammed his hand down on top of the pouch of gems. "Do you want this or not? Tell me what I want to know or leave me be!"
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Lutin Cartel
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Physical Description: Elin: http://i.imgur.com/GcvE4CS.png
Jimmie Eclair: http://i.imgur.com/F0dlyzr.jpg
Registered: Dec 11, 2015 14:21:53 GMT -8
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Post by Lutin Cartel on Feb 24, 2016 18:03:36 GMT -8
Elin turns pale, leaning back in her seat.
"Hey, calm down. Easy there. I'll tell you, alright? He's hiding out by the wharf. His gang has a warehouse there. Happy?"
She fiddles with the blowpipe, inserting a dart.
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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 24, 2016 18:47:59 GMT -8
"I'll be happy when I see the last light leave his eyes with my hands around his throat." He pushed the bag of gems towards Elin. "I won't go back on my word. I'll be back for your dust." At least at the end of all this, he might be able to enjoy some of the emptiness he felt, be it real or artificially induced.
He got up to leave and found that he was still shaking. He reached back and grabbed the ale Elin had brought and downed it in a single go. His nerves were going to need some soothing for what he was about to do.
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