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 Feb 17, 2016 17:45:10 GMT -8
Zaræn grins at Eleniel, he was a man who loved to talk.
"So you are a wondering, weary, wayward, wanderer then? Well first you should now you are in Travére, capital city of the kingdom of Gauldin. In fact you can see the palace, from the entrance of the bar. Home of the one and only King Renaux, and his blushing new bride Queen Arianne, long may they reign. Travére is a magnificent, majestic, magical, and merry city. You will find, many travelers come here to appreciate the art and culture, and even more to attend the Royal Academy. Gauldin as a whole is country that values the mystic arts, almost as much as the sky! For the true heart of Gauldin is in the air, we have the finest air fleet in the world. Though I must say that if the sky is the heart, than wine and magic is the blood. Our wines, and mages are second to none. Does that help mon-cher?"
He grins at her, he hardly paused to take a breath through his whole little speech.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183 
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Feb 17, 2016 18:01:45 GMT -8
Vera had no intention of getting up. She rouses herself enough to slide down, and rest her head in Roy's lap. She then curls up, gets comfy and goes right back to sleep.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Feb 17, 2016 18:04:51 GMT -8
Grins were infectious, and Zaræn's was no exception, because Len was soon grinning right along with him. As he spoke of the city and land, all with a delightful alliteration that made her giggle into her drink, she listened closely, ears tilted his way. A cultural center, as well as a capital, with magic and wine and.. flying ships. Fascinating! She'd been to plenty of places, but none like this. As he wound down, she nodded in response to his question. "Indeed it does. I usually stay out in the wilds, but maybe I'll linger here for a little while. It's been too long since I got to enjoy a city."
It was true, most rangers didn't like the city, but Len was very different from most. She liked the hustle and bustle of city life, the lights and colors, the music and food.. okay so mostly the food. And maybe, if she liked this city enough.. she'd actually settle down. Possibly even open a bakery. It was her one dream, really. She got all starry-eyed just imagining it, and breathed a dreamy sigh. "Just imagine the cakes..." ..She really needed to stop thinking out loud, especially when it was out of context.
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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 Feb 17, 2016 18:19:33 GMT -8
Zaræn looks at the elf curiously, then leans in conspiratorially.
"What should I imagine about the cakes? Are they malevolent, moist, mysterious, miscreant cakes? Or am I imagining delicious, delightful, delectable, delicacies? Or am I imaging the cakes we have on sale for dessert? Which I hear are tasty, terrific, and tantalizing. I got them fresh this morning, from the bakery on fleet street."
Zaræn laughs, at his own eccentric speaking style. He didn't always talk in alliteration, but he liked to set little challenges for himself every day. Mastering new things was how kept himself busy.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Feb 17, 2016 18:36:38 GMT -8
Snapped back to the present by Zaræn's conspiratorial speech, she blinked at him, then chortled. Being caught woolgathering didn't embarrass her - not much did embarrass Eleniel, for that matter. Blushes were rare on this Elf's features. Instead, she just mimicked him, leaning in as well and wriggling her eyebrows. "Why not go for a little bit of all of the above - sinfully scrumptious, with a spot of saccharine sassiness, and sealed with seductively sweet satisfaction!" Leaning back, she took another swallow of her drink, noted she was about halfway through with the beverage, and sighed again.
"And that's not even counting all the breads and cookies and tarts and pies and..! What a sweet dream that would be to live." Resting her arm on the back of her chair, the bottle tangled from between her index and middle fingers as she imagined it. The notion grew more and more appealing the more she talked about it. And gods knew she had enough in looted artifacts from ancient temples that she could probably afford to buy a place.. maybe even find a nice spot of land outside the city and build herself a little cottage... "Of course, I wouldn't want to challenge any other bakery for business. Competition is all well and good, but I've never been one for rivalries. Still, it's a very tempting idea."
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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 Feb 17, 2016 18:53:20 GMT -8
Zaræn falls back into his chair and eyes Eleniel impressed.
"Perfectly, pleasurable to meet another, ostentatious, orator! Still I did not realize I was imagining, you opening your own bakery. Though now that I know, I wonder how I could have been so obviously, oblivious, to the option."
He grins clearly enjoying the game.
"Though you are woefully, worried, whether, you will have challenging, confrontational, competition. I would say that many of the bakers in town, are in the palace district. There is serious, sad, shortage, of bakers in this area. Ashamed as I am to say it, I have none on staff so I must make many, mundane, meanders, uptown for desserts."
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Feb 17, 2016 19:00:43 GMT -8
At the sudden outpouring of repeated alliteration, both of Len's golden brows shot upward, seemingly trying to climb into her bangs and disappear. Then she blurted a laugh, shaking her head as she held her hands up, palms toward him. "I've been trumped by the master! Well done, good sir. I tip my nonexistent hat to you." And, indeed, the hand not holding her bottle of spirits was raised as she inclined her head, tipping the brim of a hat that didn't reside there to Zaræn. She could always admit when she'd been bested.
Settling back into her comfortable lounging pose, Eleniel stuck her long, bare legs out and crossed them at the ankle, musing aloud. "No bakeries in the non-rich area of town, eh? Well, that simply won't do at all!" Free hand raised, she snapped decisively, nodding her head. "That settles it for sure. First thing in the morning, I'll buy a shop and start stocking up on supplies, and hopefully I'll have things up and running within the week!" A glowing smile lit up her face at this proclamation. Len always accomplished whatever she set her mind to; this would be no different.
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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 Feb 17, 2016 19:14:07 GMT -8
Zaræn lifts his own beer in acknowledgment of his victory, and takes a dink. His grin gets just a little wider, when she state her decision to open a bakery.
"What a perfectly, pleasant, predicament, it should save me many wearisome, worrisome, walks. Though I think with that last one, I shall retire the alliteration game. In all seriousness, I would be most pleased to have a bakery within easy walking distance. I may even be tempted into creating a standing order, depending on quality of goods of course. I have a reputation to maintain after all!"
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Feb 17, 2016 19:42:11 GMT -8
Those grey eyes sparkling mirthfully, she chuckled as his alliteration game came to an end, and when he spoke of 'quality of goods', she offered him a playful wink. "Oh, I can assure you, when you taste my goods, you'll never go back to another bakery!" Leaning back in her chair until the item was balanced solely on two legs, she placed her empty hand dramatically over her heart, her ears tilting back as though in sorrow, which matched the woeful expression on her features. "I've left a trail of sad bellies all the way from here across the ocean. A treasure trove worth of stomachs that will forever remember my bewitching breads, titillating tarts, captivating cakes, and plucky pies with a sense of longing!"
Her ears twitched at the sound of approaching footsteps, and she tilted to one side, peering around Zaræn at the approaching waitress with a tray full of food that sure looked, and smelled, like rabbit. She perked up, and let her chair fall back onto two legs as she grinned. "Speaking of sad bellies, looks like it's time for me to make mine happy! That smells absolutely delicious. I can't wait to dig in." Her mouth was watering as the aroma of the rabbit and its side dishes reached her. Yep. She was soooo going to enjoy this. What a great way to start her time in a new city!
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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 Feb 17, 2016 19:54:47 GMT -8
Zaræn chuckles at her bold claims.
"Well my home brewed ales, have a similar effect! That is why I settled down, so those poor lost souls could know where to sup my sweet spirits! I look forward to sampling your fabulously, fantastic, fanciful, foods. But I should leave you to your meal. For now I bid you adieu mon-cher, though before I go I would ask one thing. Your name?"
He gets to his feet, and gives her a little bow as he speaks.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Feb 17, 2016 19:59:22 GMT -8
Eyeing the food ravenously as it was set before her, she was about two seconds away from digging in when Zaræn asked her name. She blinked, before her eyes widened, and she smacked her palm against her forehead. "I'm sorry! I can't believe I forgot to give my name. So rude. Bad Len." That last bit murmured scathingly at herself, she placed that hand against her midsection and delivered a quick bow of her own. Well. As much as the table would allow, anyway.
"Eleniel Windsong, at your service." As she straightened, she gave him another beaming grin. "Please, feel free to call me Len. Most people do. The full thing's a bit much, I know." Ears twitching happily, she couldn't help feeling completely and utterly satisfied. She was going to like it here. She just knew it!
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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 Feb 17, 2016 20:09:25 GMT -8
Zaræn straightens from his bow.
"Well it was a pleasure to meet you Len. If you ever need any help, I am always here. Now bon appétit."
With that Zaræn wanders off to bug another patron.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Feb 17, 2016 20:18:26 GMT -8
"Bun happy teet to you, too!" She was really going to need to learn the language... Then Len dug into her food with gusto. Growing up in a family of twelve human siblings, you learned to appreciate what you ate, but fast! Not even living with her stuck-up Elven kin could erase that habit.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Feb 17, 2016 20:49:24 GMT -8
Roy strokes Vera's hair gently, food forgotten. He really is lucky to have someone like her. If he hadn't met her, he probably would have slid through school without a single notable experience, not a single moment of excitement. He reaches out and grabs her hand, giving it a soft squeeze.
"I'm so glad to be with you, Vera."
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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 Feb 17, 2016 21:47:01 GMT -8
Zaræn walks up to the happy couple, leaning into whisper in Roy's ear.
"Mon Ami, it may be an idea to carry the young lady back to her room. Don't worry about the bill you can settle tomorrow. For now though I think she needs a soft bed, not a hard chair."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Feb 17, 2016 21:51:57 GMT -8
Roy jumps, startled. He hadn't noticed the proprietor walking up to him. He carefully makes sure that Vera hasn't been jostles, the looks up at Viddick gratefully.
"Sure thing. I'll handle the bill today, though."
After dropping the appropriate number of coins on the table, he picks Vera up delicately and heads out to her room.
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Marya
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Registered: Feb 20, 2016 17:44:47 GMT -8
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Post by Marya on Feb 23, 2016 17:16:04 GMT -8
Marya walked into the Forge Fire tavern dirty, tired, and very much hungry. Without paying much attention the the other patrons, she found herself a quiet seat in the corner of the rooms and waited for the garçon de café to bring her a menu. A native of Gauldin, she knew the customs of the place, and was content to wait for a serveur to deliver her her choices for the evening.
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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 Feb 23, 2016 17:26:03 GMT -8
Not long after Marya takes her seat, a server appears with a menu. She is a bouncy bublle blonde, in sensible serving attire.
"Bonjour welcome to the Forge Fire, here is our menu. Can I start you off with a drink."
She slides a printed menu to Marya, and waits for the woman to peruse and select a drink.
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Marya
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Registered: Feb 20, 2016 17:44:47 GMT -8
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Post by Marya on Feb 23, 2016 17:37:03 GMT -8
"Bonjour..." Marya trailed off as she read over the drinks menu. "Could I please have... uh... Hmm, I really don't know. Could you perhaps choose a wine for me?" She has grown up near a famous vineyard in southern Gauldin, so she knew her wines quite well, but all of the options on the menu were unfamiliar to her.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Feb 23, 2016 17:43:21 GMT -8
Roy walks into the tavern, and sits down at the bar. He waits patiently for Viddik to get to him, fiddling with a rather limp daisy.
"Zaraen, I need help. Vera says she wants flowers, rather than chocolate. I don't know anything about flowers!"
He holds up the limp daisy pathetically.
"You're her friend, Zaraen. What kind of flowers does she like?"
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