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 18:51:52 GMT -8
Elin snatches up the gems, and brightens when he takes the drink.
"Ssh...relax. You won't be going to kill anyone anytime soon."
She stands up, putting a gentle arm around Maes. The fast-acting sedative, made from mushrooms found in the Foret Woods, should take hold any moment now...
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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 19:06:06 GMT -8
Maes felt his nerves not just calming, but slipping a little too far past that point. He looked at Elin as she slipped her arm around him. "What... What have you done?"
Then he heard the voice. It was in his ear -- in his mind. It was bellowing. What? WHAT?! He couldn't understand. Frustrated he tried to push Elin away and stumbled towards the door. He felt like his veins were on fire. The voice was so loud it was all he could hear or even sense.
He was only dimly aware that he was laying on the floor. It felt like he'd been there forever. What was the voice saying? Just make sense already! He could see Redagar's laughing face, covered in the blood of his family. He screamed. Or he thought he screamed. He couldn't hear anything over the voice. Then silence.
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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 19:09:13 GMT -8
Elin grins, satisfied. She walks outside, then grabs Maes and drags him off.
"C'mon, Maes. Time to go."
She drags him off to a Lutin Cartel safe house in Bayonne.
"Ms. Godmother is in town, too. What fun!"
[Exits]
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Registered: Feb 15, 2016 20:58:32 GMT -8
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Mar 1, 2016 19:15:32 GMT -8
It was well into dusk when Fol-lu entered the Boire Tavern in Bayonne. It might as well have been midnight however, with the current conditions outside. It seemed Fol-lu had come at a bad time to Bayonne as a storm had begun rolling in. As the elf creaked open the door a brief gust of wind would blow in through the opening, giving any nearby a slight chill. Fol-lu soon closed the door behind him though, and then the only indication of the approaching storm outside would be the pattering of rain droplets upon the windows and the occasional creaking of the building heard during lulls in the din of the tavern.
Indeed, despite the weather outside, it seemed many patrons had made the journey over to the tavern to enjoy each other's company. It was easy to spot out the locals from the travelers, of which he was one himself. Settling at a nearby table in one of the corners of the room and plopping his pack on the ground near the leg of his chair, Fol-lu would sit back for a moment reveling in the sweet feeling of sitting down after walking for so long, as well as taking in the warmth of the tavern. It much warmer inside the tavern due to the large fireplace that burned on the far wall opposite to the door, and it also served to cast a relaxing orange light over all the patrons within.
Eventually, Fol-lu would order a drink. A nice tankard of mead was what he ordered, and he occasionally sipped it thoughtfully as he gazed across the room looking for anything or anyone of interest. He would need to find allies eventually, but he did not expect to find any noteworthy ones here, in this rather run-down tavern in the less desirable part of town.
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152 
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Mar 1, 2016 21:25:30 GMT -8
Shortly after Fol-lu orders his drink, another figure enters the tavern. She's instantly set apart from the rabble by her suit of splendid forest green plate, her pauldrons widening her shoulders to almost too large to fit through the door. Her beaten orange cloak billows behind her in the storm winds, and the tassels of the two seals that mark her as a Valkyrie of the Order of the Hammer upon her right shoulder follow suit, flapping wildly. Her shoulder length silky white hair whips about her face, and her icy blue eyes scan the crowd, immediately and instinctively searching out dangers.
She steps into the room, finally, and closes the door behind her. Several guests complain about the crazy woman letting the heat of the hearth out, but the sellsword ignores them. Suddenly, as she nears Fol-lu's seat, she draws her massive two-handed flamberge and whips it down with incredible speed toward where Fol-lu's bag lies. A yelp can be heard beside the seat, and a sneaky-looking man sits, holding a gash in his forearm.
"I would suggest you keep your hands off the possessions of others," she intones, her voice husky and soft, but dangerous. She decides this is where she'll sit, and slides in next to Fol-lu, placing a gold piece upon the table; enough to buy a whole keg of warm mead.
"The usual," she says, and the bartender brings out a full pitcher of highly alcoholic Dwarven ale. Someone's celebrating something...or drowning her sorrows.
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The Demonlady of Lust
Committed
Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is.
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: Never ask a lady her age.
Physical Description: The appearance Lust uses to disguise her true form is an appealing one, to most. It is that of a woman just above average height, 5'6", and extremely curvaceous, with ample bosom, slender waist, wide hips, long legs, and a shapely posterior. Her skin is pale, and extremely soft, contrasted by thick red hair that falls to her lower back, and eyes that are a deep shade of violet-tinted red. But this is just a guise she wears to lure unsuspecting mortals into her clutches. Her true form is an odd blend of sensual and horrific. While the same height, it is there that the similarities end. Her skin contains a greyish tinge, and her lower arms and legs from mid-thigh down are covered by feather-like protrusions. Her hair is waist-length in front and falls to her calves in back, and is black as night, her eyes a silvery hue lacking a pupil. Atop her head are two sets of curving black horns, sprouting from fleshy extrusions that appear almost like fins, and a single pair of small black tentacles adorned with decorative rings. Protruding from her back is a collection of black, oily-looking tentacles, that she can change in number and size to suit her current needs.
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Clothes and Equipment: In her disguised form, Lust wears a very revealing outfit. This consists of a midriff-baring black velvet corset with white pearl detailing and sheer black edges, that laces in both the front and back and does nothing to hide the skin beneath it, with a red rose at the cleavage and two garter straps at the bottom. These garter straps connect to her skirt, which is ankle-length in front and knee-length in back, which is comprised solely of sheer black material, layered just enough times at the hips to keep anything from being seen, and bears slits all the way up both sides. Beneath this, she wears a set of sheer black thigh-high stockings, and a pair of high-heeled shoes with a red rose at the back of each. To complete the ensemble, she wears a set of shoulder-high sheer black gloves, a velvet bracelet with pearl edging on each wrist, and a black velvet choker with a red rose. In her true form, Lust wears no clothing, only jewelry. This includes a chain-like diadem that lays nestled on the crown of her head between her horns, a nose ring that connects via a charm-adorned chain to her left ear, two small adornments that cover the vital areas of her breasts (and connect back to her tentacles via chains), and a barely-there bit of metal that covers the space between her thighs.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Feb 29, 2016 21:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by The Demonlady of Lust on Mar 1, 2016 21:45:34 GMT -8
Where had the woman come from? That was a very good question. It seemed that where there had been empty space a moment before, there was suddenly a very voluptuous redhead perched atop a stool. Long legs clad in sheer black stockings were crossed at the knee, the high slits on both sides of the skirt making every inch of partly-obscured flesh visible as she shifted ever so slightly. An elbow propped on the bar top, and all eyes were likely to be drawn toward the copious amounts of cleavage visible at the top of her corset as she leaned toward Raena Fletcher.
As full lips curved into a smile, the lust aura that the disguised demon emanated unfurled throughout the tavern. Those of weak will (and those closer to her) were the most strongly affected, eliciting dirty thoughts about the nearest object of the proper gender.. and perhaps even some groping, in those who were more strongly influenced. "Well, hello there, beautiful. What's a sweet thing like you doing in a place like this?"
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Mar 1, 2016 22:06:28 GMT -8
Raena casts a sidelong glance toward the Demonlady -- admittedly one that is slightly lower than she would usually offer -- but is likely not affected in the way Lust was hoping. She'll be able to feel something...pushing. Resisting her influence. Almost as if another being is forcing the aphrodisiac nature of the Demonlady to be neutralised within Raena's mind.
"Drinking. What else is anyone doing here?" asks Raena in that soft, dangerous voice of hers. She takes a drink of Dwarven Ale directly from the pitcher, her steely blue eyes straight forward.
This woman would be a tough nut to crack. Every element of her being screams lack of emotion and yet...somewhere deep inside, Cahryss will be able to feel Raena's pent up sexual energies, supressed for years with no outlet.
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The Demonlady of Lust
Committed
Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is.
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: Never ask a lady her age.
Physical Description: The appearance Lust uses to disguise her true form is an appealing one, to most. It is that of a woman just above average height, 5'6", and extremely curvaceous, with ample bosom, slender waist, wide hips, long legs, and a shapely posterior. Her skin is pale, and extremely soft, contrasted by thick red hair that falls to her lower back, and eyes that are a deep shade of violet-tinted red. But this is just a guise she wears to lure unsuspecting mortals into her clutches. Her true form is an odd blend of sensual and horrific. While the same height, it is there that the similarities end. Her skin contains a greyish tinge, and her lower arms and legs from mid-thigh down are covered by feather-like protrusions. Her hair is waist-length in front and falls to her calves in back, and is black as night, her eyes a silvery hue lacking a pupil. Atop her head are two sets of curving black horns, sprouting from fleshy extrusions that appear almost like fins, and a single pair of small black tentacles adorned with decorative rings. Protruding from her back is a collection of black, oily-looking tentacles, that she can change in number and size to suit her current needs.
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Clothes and Equipment: In her disguised form, Lust wears a very revealing outfit. This consists of a midriff-baring black velvet corset with white pearl detailing and sheer black edges, that laces in both the front and back and does nothing to hide the skin beneath it, with a red rose at the cleavage and two garter straps at the bottom. These garter straps connect to her skirt, which is ankle-length in front and knee-length in back, which is comprised solely of sheer black material, layered just enough times at the hips to keep anything from being seen, and bears slits all the way up both sides. Beneath this, she wears a set of sheer black thigh-high stockings, and a pair of high-heeled shoes with a red rose at the back of each. To complete the ensemble, she wears a set of shoulder-high sheer black gloves, a velvet bracelet with pearl edging on each wrist, and a black velvet choker with a red rose. In her true form, Lust wears no clothing, only jewelry. This includes a chain-like diadem that lays nestled on the crown of her head between her horns, a nose ring that connects via a charm-adorned chain to her left ear, two small adornments that cover the vital areas of her breasts (and connect back to her tentacles via chains), and a barely-there bit of metal that covers the space between her thighs.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Feb 29, 2016 21:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by The Demonlady of Lust on Mar 1, 2016 22:34:36 GMT -8
Ahh, she saw the way that gaze dipped toward her exceptional bosom, and Cahryss couldn't help but let her smile widen as a predatory gleam briefly flashed through her eyes. That resistance was definitely odd, but it made her all the more determined - especially since she could almost smell the pent up sexual frustration emanating from Raena. This girl needed it bad. Lucky for her, the friendly resident ramped-up succubus was there to help her out! A low, husky chuckle tumbled from her lips at Raena's answer, and she tilted her head, a stray crimson curl tumbling across her shoulder and loitering enticingly near the corseted mounds of her chest.
"Mm, I don't know about that.. seems to me that a lot of these people came here to find a little.. company." Her gaze flicked briefly toward the other occupants of the tavern, many of which had become deeply engrossed in each other. And feeling each other up under the tables. Her eyes turned back toward Raena, and as she spoke, she focused a portion of her aura onto the woman, seeking a chink in her mental armor to access those untapped yearnings. She was willing to bet it would be delicious. "What about you? Interested in some.. companionship?"
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Mar 1, 2016 22:40:41 GMT -8
Raena has been the target of seduction many times. Perhaps none this...enticing. But certainly enough to know when someone was trying. Raena turns to the Demonlady and looks her in the eyes, those steely blue orbs of hers examining Cahryss carefully.
"Who are you?" she asks, "And why are you attempting to seduce me? Is it some sort of game to you? I am not fond of being played."
Despite her words, somewhere in the back of her mind Raena knows the woman is gorgeous. Still, gorgeous women were nothing but trouble. Wendy was gorgeous, and she...
Better not go down that road. Externally, Raena portrays no emotion, and there's no sign of her mental resistances cracking, though Cahryss will likely begin to feel the subtle stirrings of Raena's sexuality that even the sellsword is unaware of.
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The Demonlady of Lust
Committed
Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is.
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: Never ask a lady her age.
Physical Description: The appearance Lust uses to disguise her true form is an appealing one, to most. It is that of a woman just above average height, 5'6", and extremely curvaceous, with ample bosom, slender waist, wide hips, long legs, and a shapely posterior. Her skin is pale, and extremely soft, contrasted by thick red hair that falls to her lower back, and eyes that are a deep shade of violet-tinted red. But this is just a guise she wears to lure unsuspecting mortals into her clutches. Her true form is an odd blend of sensual and horrific. While the same height, it is there that the similarities end. Her skin contains a greyish tinge, and her lower arms and legs from mid-thigh down are covered by feather-like protrusions. Her hair is waist-length in front and falls to her calves in back, and is black as night, her eyes a silvery hue lacking a pupil. Atop her head are two sets of curving black horns, sprouting from fleshy extrusions that appear almost like fins, and a single pair of small black tentacles adorned with decorative rings. Protruding from her back is a collection of black, oily-looking tentacles, that she can change in number and size to suit her current needs.
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Clothes and Equipment: In her disguised form, Lust wears a very revealing outfit. This consists of a midriff-baring black velvet corset with white pearl detailing and sheer black edges, that laces in both the front and back and does nothing to hide the skin beneath it, with a red rose at the cleavage and two garter straps at the bottom. These garter straps connect to her skirt, which is ankle-length in front and knee-length in back, which is comprised solely of sheer black material, layered just enough times at the hips to keep anything from being seen, and bears slits all the way up both sides. Beneath this, she wears a set of sheer black thigh-high stockings, and a pair of high-heeled shoes with a red rose at the back of each. To complete the ensemble, she wears a set of shoulder-high sheer black gloves, a velvet bracelet with pearl edging on each wrist, and a black velvet choker with a red rose. In her true form, Lust wears no clothing, only jewelry. This includes a chain-like diadem that lays nestled on the crown of her head between her horns, a nose ring that connects via a charm-adorned chain to her left ear, two small adornments that cover the vital areas of her breasts (and connect back to her tentacles via chains), and a barely-there bit of metal that covers the space between her thighs.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Feb 29, 2016 21:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by The Demonlady of Lust on Mar 1, 2016 23:36:02 GMT -8
It was so sweet to feel resistances starting to crumble, even just a little. But of course, there were downsides to focusing on someone who had such a strong will.. even if it was augmented by outside forces, which this one clearly was.. and that was the questions. Being presented with those queries, Cahryss huffed a softly frustrated sound that then became a quiet laugh. "My my, so perceptive. Well, since you're so resistant to my aura, sweetling, I'll just be honest..."
As she leaned closer, her voice dropped to a throaty whisper, and she continued to pry at Raena's defenses with her aura. "..I want to take you someplace private and give you so much pleasure you won't know what to do with yourself. All I want in return.. is a little of your sexual energy. Just a taste. It's quite delicious, you know, especially when it's all.. pent up, as yours is." The elbow which had been propped on the bar shifted to lower her hand, and fingertips walked a path across the wood toward Raena. Not touching. Not yet. "So what do you say, lovely? Worlds of ecstasy for you, and a little pick-me-up for me. Hm?"
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Mar 1, 2016 23:44:40 GMT -8
Raena arches a white brow at Cahryss' whispered words, her fingertips running down the scar on her face as she ponders. On the one hand, she has been rather lacking in companionship since Wendy had...departed. And she hasn't had sex in years. On the other...well. She can't think of a reason not to. She doesn't use her sexual energy in combat, anyway, and that is all Raena is; a blade to extend the will of The Void. Releasing tension can only make her more efficient.
After several moments of this pondering, Raena stands and nods to the Demonlady, downing the rest of her pitcher and grasping the front of the woman's collar unceremoniously, dragging her off toward the staircase.
"Come," she says stonily, as if the Demonlady has a choice. By the time Cahryss could possibly object, she's already been pulled halfway up the steps, toward the room Raena has rented for the night.
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The Demonlady of Lust
Committed
Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is.
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: Never ask a lady her age.
Physical Description: The appearance Lust uses to disguise her true form is an appealing one, to most. It is that of a woman just above average height, 5'6", and extremely curvaceous, with ample bosom, slender waist, wide hips, long legs, and a shapely posterior. Her skin is pale, and extremely soft, contrasted by thick red hair that falls to her lower back, and eyes that are a deep shade of violet-tinted red. But this is just a guise she wears to lure unsuspecting mortals into her clutches. Her true form is an odd blend of sensual and horrific. While the same height, it is there that the similarities end. Her skin contains a greyish tinge, and her lower arms and legs from mid-thigh down are covered by feather-like protrusions. Her hair is waist-length in front and falls to her calves in back, and is black as night, her eyes a silvery hue lacking a pupil. Atop her head are two sets of curving black horns, sprouting from fleshy extrusions that appear almost like fins, and a single pair of small black tentacles adorned with decorative rings. Protruding from her back is a collection of black, oily-looking tentacles, that she can change in number and size to suit her current needs.
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Clothes and Equipment: In her disguised form, Lust wears a very revealing outfit. This consists of a midriff-baring black velvet corset with white pearl detailing and sheer black edges, that laces in both the front and back and does nothing to hide the skin beneath it, with a red rose at the cleavage and two garter straps at the bottom. These garter straps connect to her skirt, which is ankle-length in front and knee-length in back, which is comprised solely of sheer black material, layered just enough times at the hips to keep anything from being seen, and bears slits all the way up both sides. Beneath this, she wears a set of sheer black thigh-high stockings, and a pair of high-heeled shoes with a red rose at the back of each. To complete the ensemble, she wears a set of shoulder-high sheer black gloves, a velvet bracelet with pearl edging on each wrist, and a black velvet choker with a red rose. In her true form, Lust wears no clothing, only jewelry. This includes a chain-like diadem that lays nestled on the crown of her head between her horns, a nose ring that connects via a charm-adorned chain to her left ear, two small adornments that cover the vital areas of her breasts (and connect back to her tentacles via chains), and a barely-there bit of metal that covers the space between her thighs.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Feb 29, 2016 21:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by The Demonlady of Lust on Mar 1, 2016 23:52:53 GMT -8
And there. No more resistance! Now it was just a matter of teasing. Which she did with great joy, prodding ever so slightly at Raena's pent-up sexual frustration as her smile widened. Sweet surrender had never tasted so good. Her eyes widened just a tad as Raena hooked her fingers into that velvet choker, and her legs unfolded just in time to let her feet hit the ground as she was pulled off toward the stairs. Giggling delightedly, she happily followed her newest conquest.
"Oooh, I love it when you're feisty!" Following eagerly up the stairs, Cahryss was already anticipating the depraved, delicious things she could do to poor, repressed Raena. She very nearly cackled. This was going to be good!
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Mar 2, 2016 0:02:22 GMT -8
The jealous eyes of every patron in the room, save perhaps Fol-lu, follow the pair until Raena gets into her bedroom and shuts the door behind them. It's the most modest room in the house, yet nothing about Raena suggests that she's poor. In reality, Raena is extremely wealthy for a sellsword, but she always rents the simplest room and has not allowed herself any personal luxuries in almost a decade. This will be the first time in a long time she's done anything for...the personal release of tension through pleasure.
Raena locks the door and moves to the center of the room, expertly removing her plate armour in record time, revealing the linen clothing beneath. When she turns to the Demonlady, the cutest little hint of pink tinges her cheeks, despite the consistently stalwart and icy nature of her unwavering gaze.
"Proceed," states Raena, simply.
[Fade out]
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The Demonlady of Lust
Committed
Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is.
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: Never ask a lady her age.
Physical Description: The appearance Lust uses to disguise her true form is an appealing one, to most. It is that of a woman just above average height, 5'6", and extremely curvaceous, with ample bosom, slender waist, wide hips, long legs, and a shapely posterior. Her skin is pale, and extremely soft, contrasted by thick red hair that falls to her lower back, and eyes that are a deep shade of violet-tinted red. But this is just a guise she wears to lure unsuspecting mortals into her clutches. Her true form is an odd blend of sensual and horrific. While the same height, it is there that the similarities end. Her skin contains a greyish tinge, and her lower arms and legs from mid-thigh down are covered by feather-like protrusions. Her hair is waist-length in front and falls to her calves in back, and is black as night, her eyes a silvery hue lacking a pupil. Atop her head are two sets of curving black horns, sprouting from fleshy extrusions that appear almost like fins, and a single pair of small black tentacles adorned with decorative rings. Protruding from her back is a collection of black, oily-looking tentacles, that she can change in number and size to suit her current needs.
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Clothes and Equipment: In her disguised form, Lust wears a very revealing outfit. This consists of a midriff-baring black velvet corset with white pearl detailing and sheer black edges, that laces in both the front and back and does nothing to hide the skin beneath it, with a red rose at the cleavage and two garter straps at the bottom. These garter straps connect to her skirt, which is ankle-length in front and knee-length in back, which is comprised solely of sheer black material, layered just enough times at the hips to keep anything from being seen, and bears slits all the way up both sides. Beneath this, she wears a set of sheer black thigh-high stockings, and a pair of high-heeled shoes with a red rose at the back of each. To complete the ensemble, she wears a set of shoulder-high sheer black gloves, a velvet bracelet with pearl edging on each wrist, and a black velvet choker with a red rose. In her true form, Lust wears no clothing, only jewelry. This includes a chain-like diadem that lays nestled on the crown of her head between her horns, a nose ring that connects via a charm-adorned chain to her left ear, two small adornments that cover the vital areas of her breasts (and connect back to her tentacles via chains), and a barely-there bit of metal that covers the space between her thighs.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Feb 29, 2016 21:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by The Demonlady of Lust on Mar 2, 2016 0:10:59 GMT -8
Once inside the room, Cahryss took a moment to lean against the door and watch Raena as she removed her armor. Not much of a striptease, but it would do. Toeing off her heels and leaving them to one side of the door, she began to remove her gloves as she approached the white-haired girl, tossing them carelessly to the side before moving on to her skirt. "Mmm, whatever you want, my sweet." As her skirt hit the floor, she reached up and curled her fingers into Raena's hair, dragging her down into a kiss so intense, it was nearly violent. Simultaneously, she unleashed the full power of her aura, focusing it solely on the girl before her.
Victory is so delicious...
<Fade to black>
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Mar 2, 2016 10:31:12 GMT -8
As Raena walked in, Fol-lu's observant gaze fell upon her and watched her as she approached him. When she drew her flamberge near him, Fol-lu's muscles tensed, although the motion was barely visible visually. During that time he had also dropped his hands below the table he sat at, fingers wrapping around the edge as if to respond to her attack by flipping the table. This motion was soon disguised as Fol-lu casually placing his hands in his lap as the flamberge found a different target, a would be thief.
In response to this turn of events, Fol-lu would only raise his eyebrows slightly in surprise as she sat next to him. A brief word of thanks was all he was able to get out before the white-haired woman seemed to begin conversing with another. He would have to be more careful with the thieves around here, he thought to himself. There was a peculiar aura coming from that red-haired woman, an aura of pure lust that made even Fol-lu somewhat uncomfortable. Perhaps this aura effected him more so due to the fact that it had been centuries since he last partook in such pleasures, and for the most part those previous encounters had not been out of love, but duty. He had had a duty to make heirs as the Emperor of the Fol-empire previously, even though he outlived all his heirs, and even his grand-kids. It was for that reason he stopped having any heirs with his various elven queens, and then eventually he opted to just rule alone.
It was truly a terrible predicament for any being to be in, especially one who felt emotions much like others did. Eternal life was more a curse than a blessing, and it had caused Fol-lu to view others as nothing but temporary, fleeting presences in this world. As sources of happiness and pleasure for only a short time before they would die and lead to a much longer period of pain and sadness. It was simply not worth it to Fol-lu to actually enter a long-term relationship for this reason, but his avoidance of such left him feeling alone quite often.
During this brooding, the man who had previously tried to steal from him had returned some time later into the night, and this time Fol-lu noticed him. He seemed to have some company this time, and all the men seemed somewhat pissed off. Fol-lu looked around for a moment, the tavern was pretty empty at this point as most had retired to sleeping upstairs, and only the truly devout alcoholics and night-dwellers remained.
The three men who approached Fol-lu were clearly only here for conflict, as far as Fol-lu could tell. Sighing, the elf would stand up and face the men as they approached, a particularly burly man leading the front, with the thief from before on his left flank and a man who looked oddly similar on his right. As they approached Fol-lu would narrow his eyes dangerously,
"What do you want?" Fol-lu demanded in a calm but deadly tone. The lead man, who was somewhat bigger than the others, and had about two inches of height on Fol-lu sneered, "You know damn well what we want, pointy eared freak, where is the white-haired woman who sliced up my little brother. You can tell us, or we can beat it out of ya, your choice."
Fol-lu snorted then in amusement, as he took in the three men who stood before him, "Now, I do know where she is, but why would I tell you? I have many more options than you'd think. For example, what would happen if I just hand all three of you your asses? That way, I get to have some fun and I don't have to tell you anything. Your brother was trying to steal from me and she stopped it, so I will not give her away either way."
"Besides, you should consider my refusal to tell you were she is a favor, because you'd get a lot worse than a beating if you try and go after her," Fol-lu added offhandedly. The whole time Fol-lu spoke he could see the three of them start fuming. The elf that stood before them seemed infinitely arrogant in his words, despite his inferior position in this encounter, and for that reason they attacked, "Stupid elf! We'll teach ya a lesson not to mess with us!"
Immediately, all eyes in the tavern would turn towards the unfolding brawl as it commenced with the loud shouting. The lead man would attack first, and all to predictably with a punch flying straight for Fol-lu's face. This was an easy attack to forsee due to Fol-lu's attentiveness to the man's body as it winded up for the attack. A clenched fist at his side, along with the tensing of muscles gave Fol-lu all the foreshadowing he needed to simply step forward and to the inside of the man's pump with the grace of a ballroom dancer. In the next moment, Fol-lu wrapped his left hand around the man's outstretched right wrist as he locked the man's upper arm between his own arm which closed like a pincer on it. In the next moment, before the other two could react Fol-lu would bend low, still holding the man's arm as he launched the other man upwards with the straightening of his legs under the man's hips. At the same time Fol-lu would pull the man's arm, sending the huge man flying over his shoulder with ease.
The man would crash into the floor with a crack, whether that was the wooden floor or his bones, Fol-lu did not stop to find out. Still having a grasp on the fallen man's arm with his left hand, Fol-lu would deliver a swift punch straight in the man's nose with his right fist before turning towards the others. All of these actions to take down the first man would have happened in seconds. This however did not seem to deter the other two from trying their hand however.
The thief from before would break into a run, yelling angrily at Fol-lu as he did so. Fol-lu would merely hold his ground until the last second, where he would side-step the man's charge, sweeping his lead foot out from under him moments before it touched the ground as well as grabbing the man by his shirt and sending him tumbling into the wall behind Fol-lu. The man would hit the wall head first and enter the dream world with his other fallen brother. Last, and certainly least was the third man, who attempted keeping his distance and throwing a chair at Fol-lu. Fol-lu would simply duck under this flying chair, which broke against the wall behind him before bursting forward to attack the man. Fol-lu would step forward with his right foot, snap-kicking the man in his stomach as he did so with the speed of a striking cobra. As the man bent over, Fol-lu's fist would come down on the back of his head in a hammer-like motion to finish the job.
The tavern was then suddenly and shockingly silent in the aftermath of the brawl, and as Fol-lu looked around he could see the startled and shocked faces of many of the patrons, along with a few who carried on drinking as if nothing happened. Fol-lu would just sigh, brushing himself off after the brawl, not that he had gotten dirty at all.
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Mar 2, 2016 20:37:53 GMT -8
The next morning, Raena descends from her room, feeling exhausted yet sated. The other woman hasn't come out yet, but given the lack of subtlety they had displayed the night before everyone in the tavern knows exactly what happened. They give Raena annoyed glares, which she ignores as much as the jealous ones.
The warrior woman approaches the bar and sets fifty silvers atop the counter, saying, mechanically, "Black tea. Breakfast. Eggs and honeyed ham, if you have it."
Now that Raena's sexual energies have been fed to the demon she would be much less distracted in her daily life, and in combat. Much appreciated, that. She would need to find another outlet, however; the demon is very likely a one-time thing, and her tension will build up again. This time it might be harder to resist.
The bartender places Raena's breakfast before her. It's not of excellent quality, but neither is the tavern. Raena doesn't mind; the pleasure of quality food is temporary and meaningless anyway. She's surely the opposite of a hedonist.
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Mar 2, 2016 21:28:39 GMT -8
Fol-lu had decided to stay the night, and was currently making his way down the stairs. He paused for a moment to stretch languidly, yawning as he continued downwards. He soon spotted the same woman from the night before sitting down at a nearby table, it was hard to miss her with her pure white hair. Fol-lu decided he would sit with her, sliding into the barstool to her left as he slides his own silver coins onto the table.
"I'll have the same thing she's having, make the drink orange juice instead though," he said. Fol-lu did not really drink any caffeine in the mornings, he was always awake enough in the early morning without such things. As the server walked away, Fol-lu would give Raena a side-ways glance,
"That thief whose arm you cut up last night came back with a couple friends, they wanted to know where you were," he stated simply.
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Mar 3, 2016 9:45:07 GMT -8
Raena gives Fol-lu a sidelong glance in return, taking a sip of her tea before responding, her voice as steely and unemotional as always.
"Mm. I assume you didn't tell them, given I wasn't...interrupted. I could have dealt with them; you needn't protect me," she says, "but...I suppose I should thank you, regardless."
She picks at the meat with her fork, before finding a piece that isn't too fatty and pulling it off, chewing it with a contemplative expression. What to do next, she wonders, now that she's off contract. Maybe go look for work in the capitol.
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Fol-lu, Skywarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 123
Age: Pretty Dang Old
Physical Description: Fol-lu has two forms, one which is his human form. In this form, he appears as an elegant looking man standing at an even 6’0’’ with long black hair. This is only his preferred mortal form, however, and he can take others if need be.
His draconic form is is that of an enormous feathered dragon, with a gleaming golden gem (the Dragon's Tear) embedded in his forehead, just between two golden eyes. The gem radiates with magical power, granted only to the Skywarden. The Skywarden's true form is roughly 200 feet long, and it is in this form that he is most powerful. He has the ability to decrease the size of this form at will.
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Clothes and Equipment: Fol-lu wears whatever is appropriate for the situation, whether that be a garb of silken finery or a set of comfortable traveling clothes. He also wears armor in battle at times, and commonly uses a polearm of legendary qualities. The weapon’s shaft is about as long as a short spear, except it is tipped with a long single edged blade that curves upwards at the tip for increased slashing power, this weapon is commonly referred to as a glaive. His weapon and armor can be summoned at will through the use of magic, since carrying around such things are an inconvenience one with power such as Fol-lu's does not have to deal with.
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Post by Fol-lu, Skywarden on Mar 3, 2016 11:01:16 GMT -8
Fol-lu simply shrugged at Raena's previous statement, taking a bite of ham before responding.
"You know, I figured you would be able to handle them, but where was the fun in that? It was much more interesting for me to deal with them myself," he stated honestly. When one has been around so long and done as many things as Fol-lu has, only a few things still hold interest, and a good old-fashioned fight was one of them.
Fol-lu would eventually lean back in his chair, as he had finished eating, "I didn't get your name before you went up with that other lady last night by the way, I am Fol-lu," he said casually, his gaze now falling fully on her. He saw an independent individual, a strong individual. Perhaps she would make a useful ally in the coming challenges he would soon have to face.
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Mar 3, 2016 11:10:12 GMT -8
Fun? Raena arches a brow. Raena can't remember the last time she did something for "fun", much less start a fight in the name of it. What an odd man. She takes another bite of ham before responding to his words.
"Raena. Valkyrie," she responds, simply. No charming introduction, no warm, inviting smile. Just a mechanical response to a common question. She remains quiet until addressed again, finishing her breakfast rather quickly.
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