Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361 
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Apr 16, 2016 19:29:35 GMT -8
Reuna finished her lunch quickly, then took a moment to consult the angle of the sun through the windows, then glanced at Edward. She, too, could feel the threat of violence about to be sprung upon them, and had also noticed the Inquisitor. The memory of that construct's appearance at her home those months ago ruffled her proverbial feathers. She was just about to suggest that they leave when her soon-to-be-husband beat her to it. She smiled at him and nodded her agreement. "An excellent idea, love. Shall we?" Sliding out of her side of the booth, she only barely waited for Edward and Gavin, before bustling the boy out of the door alongside his father.
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Kalum Fortune
Established
Roleplay posts: 18 
Age: 32
Physical Description: A slender individual standing at 5'6". He is by no means a strong looking man, nor a man one would look at for the profession he takes joy in.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothing is a rather high moderate class outfit, with long, loose sleeves and leather gloves. The shirts themselves are usually a gentlemanly button up shirt, either colored blue or black with matching hats and pants to complete the ensemble.
These outfits are mainly a distraction, as within those sleeves, shirt, legs, and even his shoes are many blades. These range from throwing knives, to poisoned blades and hidden blades attached just within the wrists of the jacket.
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 18:04:04 GMT -8
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Post by Kalum Fortune on Apr 16, 2016 20:11:11 GMT -8
Kalum turned back to his dinner, not even dismissing Dom or waiting for him to answer. He had a well cooked meal to taste and enjoy it's succulent flavors. There was no need to partake in a fight that would end too soon to his liking, just enjoying them spill each others blood would be good enough for tonight. Though he was turned towards the counter, his ears still picked up what was occurring in the tavern quite well. One of the families hastily leaving, possibly sensing the oncoming feud, might have to find out about them later. Other guests not even noticing the change in atmosphere, Dom's other large friend leaving, possibly getting a few more 'friends', even the two older gentlemen speaking about a portal. To where was an interesting thought, so would he tail the old man or the family tonight? No, he would suffice that both would be in town for a bit longer than a day or so. What really had his interest was Zaraen's calm demeanor. He had something to keep the general peace, but that was nigh worth starting a fight himself, if only to see what the manager had in store. Only thing holding him back is that such a plan would put him as the target.
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Eliza Opal
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 21
Physical Description: Eliza is tall and stately, with an impeccable air of grace and elegance about her. She has short but well-styled brown hair and a rather average figure.
Clothes and Equipment: Being a noble, Eliza wears only the finest of clothing. She usually wears high-quality riding or outdoors wear, but is just as comfortable in fancy dresses and other formal clothes.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 9:36:45 GMT -8
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Post by Eliza Opal on Apr 16, 2016 20:30:15 GMT -8
Eliza's eyes widen when Silas whispers in her ear. Who would have thought? She turns and whispers back.
"Oho! A cheat? Well I never. And...what do you mean trouble?"
She glances over at the supposed "troublemakers". They don't look too bad...extricating herself from Silas's arm, she slides back over to Reese.
"So...you're a hotshot gambler, huh? I bet you do this a lot?"
Grinning, she adds:
"I'm Eliza."
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The Inquisitor
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: The Inquisitor is a 6 feet suit of armor. What lies underneath is a mystery. It is dressed in numerous thin decorative plates of metal, and a long black robe concealing its body. The armor itself is not very effective and serves as an aesthetic.
In The Inquisitor's hand there is a staff made of metal. The coloration of The Inquisitors gear is generally dark and gives off quite a grim impression.
Registered: Mar 30, 2016 20:38:27 GMT -8
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Post by The Inquisitor on Apr 17, 2016 1:54:05 GMT -8
The Inquisitor reached below the table, lifting a sizable pouch from his satchel. The sound of the pouch dropping against the old wooden table made it evident that it was filled with coin, or at least something metal. "Go and create the portal old man... I have nothing more to say to you" The Inquisitor rose abruptly, the slits in his mask focused on Ertivald. The Inquisitor turned and grasped his staff, clicking it against the tavern floor as he walked to the exit. Before leaving he glanced at Kalum, then disappeared out the door.
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Ertivald Finch
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 89
Physical Description: An elderly man draped in a filthy cloak carrying a wooden staff. He's slightly humpbacked and has a long white beard swaying below his chin.
Registered: Apr 15, 2016 7:45:09 GMT -8
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Post by Ertivald Finch on Apr 17, 2016 1:57:16 GMT -8
Ertivald snatched the pouch off of the table, placing it in his own satchel. "Excellent... I will contact you when the time comes". As The Inquisitor left the tavern, Ertivald too rose and headed for the door, his eyes flickering around nervously. Now was the time for work... Or was it?
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 17, 2016 18:48:08 GMT -8
The door opened, allowing Morrigan to enter the tavern. Her hair was twisted back into a loose braid, the mahogany waves mixed with strands of inquisitive bronze as violet eyes swept across the area. She was dressed simply, for her - a fine wool dress of pale blue, embroidered with white scrollwork at the hem, cuffs, and low-cut neckline, which put a fair amount of her abundant cleavage on display. Skirting around patrons and tables alike, she made her way to the bar, where she sank onto a stool and observed the goings-on with evident amusement on her elegant face. Her elbow propped on the bar's surface, and her head leaned against her loosely-curled fist. Mortals were so entertaining.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 17, 2016 19:10:39 GMT -8
Zaræn had been in his forge tinkering away on a new golem design. The military had commissioned a series of of elemental golem. His first design had been far too expensive. The Forge Golem was in the back corner and acted a sort of bouncer for his bar. At least until it was called into use. It was perhaps his greatest work, it was 12 feet tall made of Adamantine and animated by an elder fire elemental. His second design was more reasonably priced but still too pricey to be massed produced. The Zephyr series though was quite good. His current project should meet the requirements requested though.
One of Zaræn's servers sticks her head and lets him know who just walked in. Grinning he steps away from his work and heads onto the main floor. He sidles up to Morrigan and grins at her. Before saying anything he grabs a bottle of something from the bottom shelf. He pours out a measure of the liquid and slides it to her. It is a delicious and sweet fruity beverage that tastes strongly of cherries.
"I don't usually open by offering a woman a drink. Always seemed too forward. Still when a woman like you enters the bar I think forward pays off nest-ce pas? You don't strike me as the type to be left alone for long."
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 17, 2016 19:36:50 GMT -8
The moment Zaræn approached, Morrigan noticed; the man had a magnetism about him that was impossible to miss or to ignore. Letting her hand fall, she met his grin with a smirk of her own, a dark brow quirking in curiosity as he poured something from a bottle into a glass, and slid the glass toward her. She caught it easily, raising the vessel for her consideration, which involved a tentative sip. This brief taste was then followed by a pleased and appreciative expression, and paired with another, larger sip. Quite delicious. She always had been fond of cherries. Zaræn's words made her smile, and that husky laugh was heard.
"Well, given how delicious this drink is, and how pleasurable I find your company, I certainly won't object to the offer.. or the forwardness." Flashing him a quick, playful wink, she sipped again at the beverage and let her gaze wander momentarily across the tavern's occupants. It then drifted back to him, her eyes admiring his form as bronze was replaced slowly with that deep, passionate pink hue, twining through her dark locks from scalp to tip of braid. "Business appears to be doing quite well, non?"
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 17, 2016 19:57:34 GMT -8
Zaræn grins at her at place the bottle of cherry liqueur onto the counter top. The lable read Écarlate Special. This is the first of the three specialty liqueurs he planned to provide her. Though he doesn't say anything why he did it is clear. He was making sure she liked it before he sold it to her. The best kind of sneakiness, the kind that started with a free drink.
Zaræn joins her in examining the bar. Nusiness was indeed booming tonight. Perhaps he would speak to the mercenary party that seemed to be getting heated. Calm them down by suggesting some dancing? Not right now though, for the moment he needed to entertain. He grabs an unlabled bottle for himself, one of his innumerable home brews. He takes a swig and nods at her.
"Yes mon-chere business is good! Since our chat the other day, I've been dropping hints to some friends. Suggesting to the young men they should take their young ladies dancing. After all there are subtle messages that can't be conveyed with lips alone, no?"
He grins at her. One thing his bar didn't offer was live music, or dancing. Though Zaræn enjoyed both he preferred conversation in his own bar. It had cost him little to start directing those young couples to Morrigan's salon.
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 17, 2016 20:12:33 GMT -8
Both slender brows shot upward in an expression of surprise when she saw the name on that bottle. Interesting. So this was one of the beverages she'd be serving soon. Morrigan eyed the bottle, then looked up at Zaræn, giving him a clear nod of approval. "Very nice. I think this will do quite well." And she was already quite partial to it, which was a definite bonus. Glancing back out at the crowd, she eyed the mercenary party, where there seemed to perhaps be a bit of trouble brewing. Well, if a fight broke out, she'd simply move outside until it was over.. or the troublemakers were ejected.
"Have you now?" She looked back at Zaræn as he mentioned suggesting to some of his more amorous couples that they head her way. The Fae grinned at that, and chuckled. "Well, that does explain why I've seen an increase in customers the past few nights. I appreciate it." She raised her glass to him in a small toast of thanks, then sipped again at the contents, all the while eyeing him over the vessel's rim. When it was lowered, she licked a stray droplet of liquid from her lower lip, and smirked. "You do have a point, although some of the best subtle messages can be conveyed only with one's lips." And she very clearly wasn't talking about speech. Flirtatious minx.
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Kalum Fortune
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 32
Physical Description: A slender individual standing at 5'6". He is by no means a strong looking man, nor a man one would look at for the profession he takes joy in.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothing is a rather high moderate class outfit, with long, loose sleeves and leather gloves. The shirts themselves are usually a gentlemanly button up shirt, either colored blue or black with matching hats and pants to complete the ensemble.
These outfits are mainly a distraction, as within those sleeves, shirt, legs, and even his shoes are many blades. These range from throwing knives, to poisoned blades and hidden blades attached just within the wrists of the jacket.
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 18:04:04 GMT -8
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Post by Kalum Fortune on Apr 17, 2016 21:29:54 GMT -8
Kalum notices both of the elderly men leaving the tavern, even feeling the eyes of the Inquisitor upon his back. It gave him chills. He would have to abandon any thoughts of tailing either of them, lest his life be endangered itself. The one with the new gold pouch would make the better target, but with that chilling stare, that other one might be watching over him for a bit.
Shortly after the departure of the two older men, a fine young looking lady came into the tavern. A slender beauty with a more finely adorned clothing ensemble much like his own dark blue pieces. She sat a little down the bar from him and only shortly after the owner of the entire establishment. Already painting her as someone he should not target. Just associating with the owner whom he only heard glimpsing rumors on was bad enough. Then again, he may be overthinking it and she is just a business partner. Certainly seems friendly enough for that prospect. He would have to listen intently as he continued on his lovely duck and wine.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 18, 2016 12:26:12 GMT -8
Oh my! Zaræn's grin grows and turns wicked. There are few things he enjoys more than a woman who knows how to flirt. The question was where did he go from here? Did they discuss business? Or pleasure? Or... Both! That was always the way to do such things. He reaches under the bar and pulls out a deck of cards. He absent mindedly shuffles them, performing a few tricks as he goes. Riffle shuffling, dropping them one by one from one hand to the other, a casual sweep up fanning them out face up, followed by another sweep flipping them down as he gathers them up.
"So I think the only thing left to decide is price! How much will I be charging you per crate of these fine liqueurs? Shall we turn it into a game? Let us say poker? I will start at five hundred gold per crate and I can go as low as one hundred. So I have four hundred gold to bet. The question mon-chere is... what do you have that is worth so much in a long term deal?"
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 18, 2016 12:53:54 GMT -8
The sight of the cards clearly puzzled her, as she tilted her head and eyed them with curiosity, the passionate pink in her hair now mingled with curious copper. Taking another sip of her drink, Morrigan quirked a brow at Zaræn's explanation of why the cards had been produced. A game, hm? She never could say no to games of chance.. or a challenge. There was just one problem... "I can't say I've heard of this 'poker' you speak of, but I've never been one to turn down a challenge, or a game. As for what I have to offer..."
Swirling her drink, she pondered how to answer that. Well, she knew what she wanted to say, but she didn't want him to give her the wrong idea. No, she wanted to give him just the right idea. The question was, how to convey this in the sly, flirtatious manner she was so fond of. In the end, she settled for stroking her fingertip idly along the rim of her glass and giving him a playful look. "Well, I think perhaps what I have would be best offered in a less public setting. Maybe we should take this little game of ours somewhere that we can give it the focus it deserves?"
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 18, 2016 17:26:46 GMT -8
Zaræn cocks and eyebrow in mock surprise. As though he hadn't expected just that kind of response. He lids over the counter top and offer Morrigan his arm. "As the lady wishes." He escorts her to the back stairs and up to the second floor. Originally the second floor had been segmented into rooms for guests. Zaræn had no desire to run an inn though. So know the stairs to the second floor lead to a single door. Behind this door was the massive loft where he lived.
The loft had an odd clash of furniture and decoration. Some of it was clearly expensive and tasteful, some of it was clearly chosen for comfort. There was a long polished ebony dining table against one wall. Yet there was also a sunken circular area filled with an old but plush couch. There were painting along the walls of various things women, landscapes, and men. There were bits of odd metal constructs up and down. There was also a large stately kind sized bed. Zaræn throws himself onto the couch and gets to dealing the cards.
"Come! Come! Take a seat mon-chere. I'll start by explaining the rules..."
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 18, 2016 17:35:29 GMT -8
Knocking back the remainder of her drink, Morrigan then set down the empty glass and reached out to take Zaræn's arm when it was offered. Following him upstairs, she looked around curiously, taking in his choice in decor. Very different from the light and airy construction of her cottage, but quite nice, in its own way. Following him over to the couch, she took a seat, settling herself gracefully with one long leg crossed over the other at the knee. Her arms settled atop her thigh, right hand draped over left at the wrist, which, when combined with the way she leaned forward in interest, only served to further enhance the bounteous view of her displayed cleavage. "Is this a game where the rules are made to be broken? Those are the most fun."
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 18, 2016 19:40:17 GMT -8
"I was unaware there were games where the rules weren't meant to be broken."
Zaræn says with a dastardly laugh. He gets up and rummages around the room. After a some time he returns with what he was looking for. A set of poker chips. He arranges a stack equivalent to four hundred gold in front of him. He taught her rules to five card draw. It was one of the simplest poker variant. With everything prepared he grins at her.
"So I am putting up a discount of up to four hundred gold per case. What will you be betting Mon-chere?"
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 18, 2016 19:58:46 GMT -8
Ooh, a cheater. Morrigan got the feeling she was going to enjoy this. Having listened intently to the rules, she pondered the situation at hand, and watched as he went to retrieve the chips. Arching a brow at his question, she pondered how best to answer, and decided that she might as well go bold.. she hadn't come there with the intention of talking business, after all. She was a woman with needs, and Zaræn seemed more than capable of fulfilling them. So she looked him square in the eye and, as her hair filled with threads of deep pink that twined effortlessly into those dark mahogany strands. "Let's start with my stockings, shall we?" She lightly toed off her slippers, which fell to the floor with a whisper of leather against silk.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 19, 2016 9:02:03 GMT -8
"A big blind of thirty gold, a small blind of your stockings? Yes I think that is fair."
Zaræn slides the chips into the center of the table. He gives the cards a quick shuffles and deals five to each of them. He looks at his hand his expression neutral. Three aces and nine and a ten and the last ace was on the bottom of the deck. He fiddles with his stack of chips.
"I'll change two."
He picks up the deck, and with expert sleight of hand deals himself the last ace from the bottom. Four aces and a two. Very good. Still his expression reveals nothing. Though there is a gleam in his eyes that has been present the entire time. He waits to see if Morrigan will change then starts the first round of betting.
"I will raise, twenty gold."
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Apr 19, 2016 12:31:26 GMT -8
Taking her cards, Morrigan fanned them in her hand and eyed them thoughtfully. A two, six, eight, nine, and Jack. Hmmm. She pulled the two and six out and laid them on the table, looking at Zaræn. "I will also change two." Once her replacement cards were dealt, she looked at them and was very careful not to let her dismay show. A king and a three. Dammit. Still, her p-p-poker face was a good one, and she didn't let it show that she was dismayed. She lifted her gaze confidently to his and arched a brow. "I'll call.. with removing both sleeves." Showing a little skin certainly wouldn't embarrass her. Especially not her shoulders and arms. One of her favorite gowns showed a lot more than that. Still.. there wasn't much of her over-dress to remove.. then she'd be down to her undergarments.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Apr 19, 2016 13:37:34 GMT -8
Zaræn smiled the cards are revealed and he collects his winnings. Thus did the game proceed. Zaræn didn't win every round, but he won the important ones. His sleight of hand, which he figured Morrigan was aware of even if she didn't spot it, meant he controlled the pace. Eventually they got to the last hand Morrigan was down to her undergarments and Zaræn was down 200 gold. 300 gold per crate was the ideal price for him but he was also all in, as was the fae. All that was left was to see who had the superior hand. Zaræn flips his cards over.
"Royal Flush Mon-Chere."
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