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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2016 17:12:00 GMT -8
 Glaçage's Baked Goods is a small bakery specializing in cupcakes and other extremely tiny cakes. They're intricately decorated, and are a hit with the fancier folks for their parties. They sell their day-old cakes at a discounted rate after 9:00 PM. |
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 19, 2016 17:16:32 GMT -8
Roxanne stumbles through the door, dragging Ahremen Arkah by the hand. "WOOO! CAKES! THEY'RE SO FANCY!" She looks around at all the pretty frosting designs, before settling on a variety of cupcakes. The shopkeeper is suspicious at first, but obliges happily when Roxanne shows that she has the coin to pay for her treats. "Don't you love cupcakes, Ahremen? They're pretty, and sweet, and full of frosting..." Leaning against the counter, she clumsily eats one of the cupcakes and gets vanilla frosting all over her mouth. |
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Ahremen Arkah
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 19
Physical Description: A well built young woman with shimmering blue eyes and luscious red hair. Once a starving urchin barely able to stay conscious, now appears well fed and constantly alert.
Clothes and Equipment: Shimmering silver armor lined with white fur atop luxurious red silk. A silver rapier hangs off her right hip.
Registered: Dec 21, 2015 17:12:03 GMT -8
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Post by Ahremen Arkah on Jan 25, 2016 8:13:45 GMT -8
Ahremen watches Roxanne eat the cupcake, and burst out laughing as she smears frsting all over her face. " Oh dear, you seem to have missed a bit" She says as she reaches out, wipes it up on her finger and then promptly sticks it in her own mouth. "that is pretty good though..." She takes a large bit out of her own, also smearing icing across the edges of her mouth. "They really should invent a better way to eat these though".
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 25, 2016 8:47:20 GMT -8
"Yeah, they're so messy..."
Roxanne giggles as Ahremen gets frosting all over her mouth as well.
"You've got it on your face too, Ahremen. Here, lemme get that."
She reaches out to wipe it off, but stops. She's got a better idea! She leans in close, as if she's going to kiss Ahremen, and gently licks the frosting off the younger woman's lips.
"Mmm...there's a better way."
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Highlan Chamberlain
Established
Roleplay posts: 15 
Age: 58
Physical Description: Highlan Chamberlain stands at an imposing 6 feet tall. His once muscular frame has been ravaged by time, but still remembers much of the strength that it once possessed. His face bears the red tattoos common to his particular sect.
Clothes and Equipment: The former admiral wears a finely fitted custom made leather suit, an heirloom from days gone by when the clothes had to withstand the same driving rains and lashing winds as the man. At his side hangs an intricately crafted saber, the golden handle and guard hold a single garnet in the pommel and the blade extends past his knee, curved and razor sharp coming to a wicked tip. The only true armor he wears is a tightly fitting skull cap, neatly formed around his skull to protect from glancing blows.
Registered: Dec 14, 2015 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Highlan Chamberlain on Jan 25, 2016 8:54:04 GMT -8
The old man stomped down the street flanked by red clad guards, who had observed and subsequently reported everything that had been happening.
He crashed through the bakery door just in time to see the incident with the frosting.
"I think not" he glared at the young white haired woman as he reached out to grab Ahremen's arm. "I will not tolerate such debauchery under my watch, especially not from you Ahremen. What the rest of this vile city's citizens do with themselves is up to them, you however are being held to a higher standard" He grabbed her arm pulling her away, and then pushing her toward the waiting guards. "Despicable." he said glaring at the girl. He whipped around and made to leave the store.
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Ahremen Arkah
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 19
Physical Description: A well built young woman with shimmering blue eyes and luscious red hair. Once a starving urchin barely able to stay conscious, now appears well fed and constantly alert.
Clothes and Equipment: Shimmering silver armor lined with white fur atop luxurious red silk. A silver rapier hangs off her right hip.
Registered: Dec 21, 2015 17:12:03 GMT -8
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Post by Ahremen Arkah on Jan 25, 2016 9:00:37 GMT -8
The loud banging of the door caused Ahremen to quickly turn toward it hand on her sword. Instead of drawing, her whole body practically went limp "Oh no" she whispered.
She dejectedly allowed herself to be grabbed and thrown, eyes down the entire time.
"Father I..." she had nothing to say.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 25, 2016 9:09:28 GMT -8
"Hey!"
Roxanne whirls around when Ahremen is pulled away from her.
"Get away from her! Who're you?"
Not hearing Ahremen's mumbles, she runs up and shoves Highlan away.
"Who do you think you are? You can't just snatch her like that! Go away!"
She swings at the guards as well. The ridiculous amount of alcohol in her system might have dulled the finesse of her blows, but it took away none of the power.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Jan 25, 2016 9:11:16 GMT -8
Suddenly the door bangs open again, and two large men walk in. They are both wearing the distinctive silver armor of the Pegasus knights. The shorter of the two is also wearing a crown. They appear to be in the middle of a heated conversation.
"I can't believe we are stopping for cake."
"I like cake."
"It's a security risk."
"There is a squad of Pegasus knights right outside, I am perfectly safe."
"You are the most irresponsible king I have ever, had the displeasure of serving."
"I am the only king you've had the displeasure of serving."
Both men stop abruptly. They have just noticed the group already in the shop.
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Highlan Chamberlain
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 58
Physical Description: Highlan Chamberlain stands at an imposing 6 feet tall. His once muscular frame has been ravaged by time, but still remembers much of the strength that it once possessed. His face bears the red tattoos common to his particular sect.
Clothes and Equipment: The former admiral wears a finely fitted custom made leather suit, an heirloom from days gone by when the clothes had to withstand the same driving rains and lashing winds as the man. At his side hangs an intricately crafted saber, the golden handle and guard hold a single garnet in the pommel and the blade extends past his knee, curved and razor sharp coming to a wicked tip. The only true armor he wears is a tightly fitting skull cap, neatly formed around his skull to protect from glancing blows.
Registered: Dec 14, 2015 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Highlan Chamberlain on Jan 25, 2016 9:23:57 GMT -8
While the old man would stumble from being shoved by Roxanne, the hulking guards would not, the chosen assaultee would weather the blows without moving so much as an inch, the rest moved to surround their leader in a tight circle.
Highlan steps forward and through the the circle, raising his arm and then swinging the back of his hand toward roxanne "You insolent little wench, someone aught to have taught you your place long ago!"
Before he could connect though, the door swung open once again.
The second he saw the crown he dropped to one knee, all eight red guards quickly followed.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 25, 2016 13:33:56 GMT -8
Roxanne stares blankly at the man, her drunken mind not comprehending what's going on. She was about to get bitch-slapped...and now she's not. She turns, slowly, and spots the king.
"Hey...who're you? Are you like a king or something? Hehehe..."
She chuckles.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Jan 25, 2016 13:46:10 GMT -8
The smaller man ignores Roxanne, instead examining the red clad guards. The larger man, eyes the clearly inebriated young woman who addressed the king. He takes a threatening step forward, and say's with menace.
"Girl, you are addressing his royal majesty King Renaux. I recommend you watch your tone, and take a knee."
The smaller man, now identified as King Renaux, watches the proceedings not yet offering comment.
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Ahremen Arkah
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 19
Physical Description: A well built young woman with shimmering blue eyes and luscious red hair. Once a starving urchin barely able to stay conscious, now appears well fed and constantly alert.
Clothes and Equipment: Shimmering silver armor lined with white fur atop luxurious red silk. A silver rapier hangs off her right hip.
Registered: Dec 21, 2015 17:12:03 GMT -8
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Post by Ahremen Arkah on Jan 25, 2016 13:55:49 GMT -8
"Roxanne" Ahremen hissed from down on the ground "get down, don't make a scene, these aren't people to trifle with"
She stayed kneeling looking up just enough to make eye contact with her new friend, pleading with her to just concede.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 25, 2016 13:58:06 GMT -8
"Eh? You actually are a king? Wow..."
Roxanne kneels down when Ahremen tells her to. No sense in getting executed by the king, after all. Even if it does seem like he's just here for cakes. She turns and whispers to Ahremen.
"So...that's your father, huh?"
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Jan 25, 2016 14:20:30 GMT -8
With everyone in the shop kneeling, Renaux finally speaks.
"You may all rise. My apologies for interrupting."
Renaux moves through the crowd, which presumably parts to make way. Once he gets to the counter, the nervous staff take his order. The workers of the bakery insist on making him fresh cakes. This seems to annoy the king, he had asked for cakes already on display. Sighing at the delay, he turns to face the crowd.
"You aren't city guards, and you bear no noble crest. Still you wear uniforms suggesting organization. Tell me what group do you represent?"
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Ahremen Arkah
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 19
Physical Description: A well built young woman with shimmering blue eyes and luscious red hair. Once a starving urchin barely able to stay conscious, now appears well fed and constantly alert.
Clothes and Equipment: Shimmering silver armor lined with white fur atop luxurious red silk. A silver rapier hangs off her right hip.
Registered: Dec 21, 2015 17:12:03 GMT -8
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Post by Ahremen Arkah on Jan 26, 2016 7:32:28 GMT -8
Ahremen shared a quick glance with her father. Despite all that had happened, she knew this was her job, what she had been made for.
She rose to her feet and took a step forward with one foot, and then wrapped one arm around her waist flowing into a deep bow.
"Your Majesty, My name is Ahremen Arkah, 8th Geis of Omir our Bloody God, and Deus Ex Sangunaris by his blessing. The Sani Sabik is an ancient religious order dedicated to the purification or conversion of otherwise undesirable elements of society through the use of means both conventional and unorthodox. While formerly betrayed and exiled by a foreign empire, we have made our home in your country of Gauldin and have been engaged in the process of gentrifying the Coal District of Bayonne for some time now, this process has seen great success considering our lack of resources, however our hopes of improving crime rates and quality of life across the country have been postponed due to lack of official sponsorship and government approval." Her well practiced speech was flawless, and if she didn't know better, she thought she might have sensed a slight smile cross the face of her father behind her.
Not until she had taken a step back would she think to reply to Roxanne in a hurried whisper "Adoptive father"
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Jan 26, 2016 9:38:37 GMT -8
Renaux's face betrays nothing of what he thinks, while Ahremen speaks.
"That was well rehearsed."
The kings voice is dry, providing no clue to his thoughts.
"Seems a shame your speech was delivered in a cake shop. While you are covered in frosting. And inebriated."
A small smile crosses his face. The king is clearly amused by this situation.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jan 26, 2016 9:47:57 GMT -8
Roxanne tries, and fails, to suppress a giggle. This whole thing is just too funny. It probably wouldn't be very funny if she were sober, but hey. She'll take what she can get. She glances at Ahremen, then at her father. Yup...adopted, alright.
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Ahremen Arkah
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 19
Physical Description: A well built young woman with shimmering blue eyes and luscious red hair. Once a starving urchin barely able to stay conscious, now appears well fed and constantly alert.
Clothes and Equipment: Shimmering silver armor lined with white fur atop luxurious red silk. A silver rapier hangs off her right hip.
Registered: Dec 21, 2015 17:12:03 GMT -8
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Post by Ahremen Arkah on Jan 26, 2016 11:43:32 GMT -8
Ahremen's jaw dropped. She felt the smile behind her drop into a stern frown and the blood rapidly rise to her face.
Beet red and mouth agape she tried to stutter out a retort but had nothing much to say "I- but..."
She looked down in shame and defeat, then wiped the icing from her face with the back of her arm.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Jan 26, 2016 12:13:49 GMT -8
"The crown does not sponsor any religion. Too often it has been the tool of tyrants."
The kings voice is completely implacable. Gauldin, had a state religion nearly 200 years ago. His great great grandfather had abolished it. Too often, when given an excess of power, churches descended into cesspools of corruption. They would abuse the people they should succor, and faith made the people grateful for it.
"Still... We do recognize some of the larger religions. Eliminating taxes on gold spent toward charitable efforts. Lower property taxes on churches, that sort of thing. This is perhaps the most unorthodox way of going about it; but you have my invitation to visit the palace, there you can make formal petition."
The kings still wears a small smile, his amusement not lessened.
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Highlan Chamberlain
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 58
Physical Description: Highlan Chamberlain stands at an imposing 6 feet tall. His once muscular frame has been ravaged by time, but still remembers much of the strength that it once possessed. His face bears the red tattoos common to his particular sect.
Clothes and Equipment: The former admiral wears a finely fitted custom made leather suit, an heirloom from days gone by when the clothes had to withstand the same driving rains and lashing winds as the man. At his side hangs an intricately crafted saber, the golden handle and guard hold a single garnet in the pommel and the blade extends past his knee, curved and razor sharp coming to a wicked tip. The only true armor he wears is a tightly fitting skull cap, neatly formed around his skull to protect from glancing blows.
Registered: Dec 14, 2015 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Highlan Chamberlain on Jan 27, 2016 18:07:37 GMT -8
Highlan smiles gently at the king " Oh, Your Highness, you misunderstand entirely, it is not our beliefs we seek sponsorship for, one cannot ever truly convert the unwilling after all, such things only breed resentment in the populace as I am well aware. What we seek is a mutually beneficial relationship with the state where we are allowed to practice without interference in exchange for services rendered. We already have a suitable supply line in place for charitable efforts such as feeding and clothing the poor in Bayonne as we have been, 9 of them are in this very room in fact. Still, we are currently limited in the scope of our efforts both monetarily, and by my incessant need to seek a higher authority so as not to draw the ire of the state, a lifelong leader such as yourself surely understands such a thing."
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