Robin Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 84 
Age: 23
Physical Description: Robin is 6'1, has shaggy out-grown pure white hair, with bright blue eyes. He tends to always have a stern look on his face, even when he's drunk at the bar. His face is pale, with a decently looking jawline; not too sharp, not too round, attractive.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears an old worn-out suit with a white a lazily done tie to finish off his look. He wears normal old dress shoes and occasionally wears a long tan trench coat. On each side of his belt hangs two long, sheathed blades, loosely strapped in for easy access.
Registered: Oct 17, 2015 17:22:45 GMT -8
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Post by Robin Fletcher on Mar 5, 2016 19:28:52 GMT -8
Robin yawns softly, nodding at Roy.
"Yes, I really liked it!"
He looks down at his empty plate, licking his lips, remembering the taste.
"It was great.."
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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 Mar 5, 2016 19:33:16 GMT -8
Roy nods, dropping down a few coins for the meal. "Alright, let's go for a walk! A walk is good after a big meal, y'know." Of course, that bit of advice only pertains to Robin in this case. The walk would have no effect on Roy's physique. Very little would have any effect on a vampire's physique. But there was no need to worry about that right now, was there. "C'mon, let's go." He gets up and heads out the door, waving good-bye to Zaræn Viddik . [Exits to the streets of Travere.] |
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Robin Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 84
Age: 23
Physical Description: Robin is 6'1, has shaggy out-grown pure white hair, with bright blue eyes. He tends to always have a stern look on his face, even when he's drunk at the bar. His face is pale, with a decently looking jawline; not too sharp, not too round, attractive.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears an old worn-out suit with a white a lazily done tie to finish off his look. He wears normal old dress shoes and occasionally wears a long tan trench coat. On each side of his belt hangs two long, sheathed blades, loosely strapped in for easy access.
Registered: Oct 17, 2015 17:22:45 GMT -8
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Post by Robin Fletcher on Mar 5, 2016 19:36:43 GMT -8
Robin quickly gets up with Roy, pushing in his chair.
He also waved to Zaræn, "Thank you so much! You food and alcohol are the best!"
He gave him a thumbs up, and a wide smile. He turned around and followed Roy out the door.
[ Exits with Roy ]
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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 Mar 11, 2016 16:33:20 GMT -8
The blonde Elf had been a busy little baker of late, but finally with some time to spare and a clear head, Eleniel departed her bakery and moved through the streets until she got to the tavern. Strolling merrily inside with a bounce in her step and pale blue skirts swishing, she pushed a few stray strands of hair behind a pointed ear and peered about with grey eyes to see where her language tutor was. On the chance Zaræn was busy, she simply elected to pick a random open table and sit.
Slowly freeing her hair from its braid, should a waitress come her way, she offered a smile and placed a drink request. One bottle of Ashes. It was too good to pass up! With her golden locks freed from their bindings, she breathed a relieved sigh and slumped comfortably in her chair. At the rate she was going, Len was going to need to hire somebody to help her out in the bakery. Maybe it was just the novelty of a new place, and her customers would slow down to regulars, in time.
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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 Mar 11, 2016 19:27:29 GMT -8
A low wolf whistle precedes the appearance of Zaræn. The man sliding casually into the seat across from Len. He slides the bottle of Ashes she ordered across to her. He takes a pull from his own unmarked bottle, before giving the elf a rakish grin. His voice is teasing and playful as he speaks.
"Len, mon-cher! You look simply ravishing with your hair down. Why your beauty is enough to make even this humble soul, want to try his hand at winning yours."
Zaræn's rakish grin says he is joking. His eyes though say otherwise. There is a spark there, one that speaks of a man of passion. A man who would be quite happy to woo Len. To show her just how romantic a Gaulish man can be.
"First or perhaps at the same time, we will do your language lesson. After all you know what they say Gaulish is the language of love."
Suddenly his tone changes, turning professional.
"Tell me Len, what have you you already learned? It has been a week. You have been immersed in our city, our culture, our language. An intelligent woman like yourself, I imagine you have picked up some of it already."
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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 Mar 11, 2016 19:49:48 GMT -8
With the sudden appearance of Zaræn with her chosen beverage, the Elf was quick to grab the bottle slid her way. Before she could take a sip, the bottle halfway raised to her lips, she paused in surprise, her brows shooting upward. Was he.. flirting with her? His smile said it was a joke, but his eyes... After more than two centuries of life, Eleniel was very good at judging peoples' eyes. She found herself blushing, although she hid her embarrassment with a laugh that was soon lost into the bottle she held. Once a sip was taken, bottle lowered, she spoke.
"Well, Monsieur Zaræn, if any man were foolish enough to consider trying to pursue me, I'd feel obligated to inform him that trouble follows me like a lost puppy, and he'd probably be better off focusing his attentions on someone safer." She could admit he was handsome, but for some reason, when she looked at him, a stoic face with angular features and brown hair flashed through her thoughts. Odd. She hadn't seen Alecos since the night of the ball. Perhaps it was simply their similar hair colors?
Snapped out of her thoughts by Zaræn's turning the discussion toward their lessons, she focused on him, giggling a bit at his words. "The language of love, is it? I can see why. It's quite pleasant to listen to, very melodic." From a woman with such sensitive ears as hers, that was quite the compliment! Sipping again at her drink, she listened to his question, and considered for a few moments before answering. "Well, I think I've learned some of the basics. Monsieur, madame, mademoiselle.. bonjour, adieu, and au revoir.. oh, and gâteau, of course!" She had to know their word for 'cake', after all, it was practically required.
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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 Mar 11, 2016 20:29:13 GMT -8
"Ah! So the important words! For where would be without hellos, goodbyes, and cakes. I imagine in the same room we started, and hungry. Still I believe we can expand upon that, with a few choice phrases."
For the next hour Zaræn drills Len on some choice phrases. How to ask for directions, how to say repeat that slower, how to say do you speak common. He covers all the phrases, that would allow her to fumble through a conversation. He is an excellent teacher infinitely patient, extremely thorough, enthusiastic, and easy to understand. All the while he keeps the same professional tone. Once he is satisfied though his tone shifts once again, and just as abruptly.
"With business out of the way, we can return to pleasure. What was it you said? Trouble follows you?"
Zaræn gives a deep belly laugh at the thought.
"Mon cher, I fear no trouble. If you knew my brother you would understand why. Which leads us to the topic of your next lesson. Perhaps we could try a more... intimate setting?"
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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 Mar 11, 2016 20:40:31 GMT -8
And during that hour, Len was an attentive, intelligent student. Easily picking up pronunciations and meanings, as well as basic sentence structure, she was happy and up-beat for their whole lesson. No doubt speaking Elvish helped. Didn't they say that knowing multiple languages already made it less difficult to learn new ones? Not for the first time, she was glad her parents' kin had made her learn their tongue. With the professional Zaræn cast aside, Len finished the dregs of her drink, then looked at him inquisitively. Pleasure? Oh, was he about to--
..Yep. Unless she completely missed the context clues, he was asking her on a date. Admittedly it was one to further her learning of the language, but a date was still a date. Setting the empty bottle on the table, Len leaned back in her seat and chewed anxiously on her lower lip. Again, a vision flashed into her mind; the aristocratic lines of a proud male face, tilted upward in contemplation of the heavens, and partially silhouetted by the light of the moon. Mentally shaking that image away, she looked at Zaræn. Seriously looked at him. "..Are you asking me out on a date, Monsieur Zaræn?" She had to be completely sure. She was going to say yes regardless, but.. she didn't want to make a fool of herself, assuming the offer was what it wasn't.
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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 Mar 11, 2016 21:30:06 GMT -8
"You flatter me mon-cher. I did not think I was so subtle in my intentions. Yes, I am asking you out on a date."
He takes another swig from his unmarked bottle. He then grins mischievously, and says with a laugh.
"I like you Len. You are sharp as a knife, bright as a sun, and beautiful enough to defy comparison. I would consider myself a coward and an idiot, if I did not at least try and woo you. And if you wish to decline do so, do not worry about offending me. I am not that old, but I am old enough to know how to take rejection. I will still be just as happy to teach you Gaulish, and I would remain your friend."
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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 Mar 11, 2016 22:24:30 GMT -8
Being showered with compliments made her blush, her hands rising to cover her reddened cheeks as she looked down at the table. It had been a long time since she'd been romanced. She remembered Tomas fondly, but it had been many years since her fiance had died. Surely he would want her to be happy, to fall in love, perhaps even get married and have children... Raising her gaze from the table, she looked up at Zaræn. Again did that face flit through her thoughts, smiling slightly as they spun around and around to the strains of beautiful music...
That decided it. She couldn't stop thinking of a single man and a single dance, no matter how beautiful the night had been. She was still young, for one of her kind; she had much to experience, and much to live for. Perhaps she should open her heart to the idea of romance again. Lowering her hands, she nodded slowly, looking a little uncertain, but smiling nonetheless. "Very well, Zaræn. I won't deter you, if you wish to pursue me. I would love to go on a date with you." What she didn't add was that he'd have his work cut out for him. Good luck, Zaræn...
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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 Mar 12, 2016 22:27:11 GMT -8
"Très bon, I promise you a night you well not soon forget. Though I make no promises if that will be for good or ill. As a wise man once said: Succeed or fail, just ensure it is spectacular!"
Zaræn chuckles at his own little joke, and gets to his feet. Flashing one last grin at Len, he says nonchalantly.
"Well mon-cher, tragically duty calls. Well it actually called twenty minutes ago, but I hate to leave things half done. Shall I pick you up for our little tryst... Let's say around this time, next week?"
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Kapplia
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 21
Physical Description: Taller than average for a human woman, but not so much as to rival any tall man. Her dark red-brown hair is almost always tied into a bun. Not one for much makeup, her deep brown eyes rest beneath long lashes. Some may call her beautiful, but she has never cared much for physical appearance.
Clothes and Equipment: Simple dresses are her preferred garments. Made from soft breathable fabrics, but sturdy and well constructed. At her waist she keeps various small pouches of herbs and supplies used in her work.
Player's online availability : Evenings EST
Registered: Mar 12, 2016 14:26:24 GMT -8
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Post by Kapplia on Mar 12, 2016 22:44:45 GMT -8
Kapplia walked into the tavern, still unused to the bustle of the large city. Everywhere she turned it seemed like she would get stepped on or run over. It was a relief to be indoors again, though the noise of the chattering patrons was not much quieter than the din of the crowds outside. The guards had told her this was the place to go for someone with no lodgings and little money.
She found an empty table to the side of the room and picked up a menu. The food all sounded so delicious, and fancy. Could she afford this? It had been almost a day since she had eaten, and her stomach was ready to remind her of that fact. Even if she had wanted to, she doubted her body had the strength to search for other fare.
Flagging down a server she ordered the soup and a pint of the house special while she settled in to watch the other diners.
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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 Mar 12, 2016 23:01:03 GMT -8
Before too much time passes, a handsome middle aged man saunters over to Kapplia. He slides an unmarked bottle to her, and takes a swig from a similar bottle of his own. The beverage inside, is a lightly alchoholic beverage. It is slightly spicy, with a strong overtone of peppermint. Not suitable for everyone's pallet, but tasty in it's own way. The man flashes her a rakish grin.
"Bonjour madamousille! Welcome to La Taverne Forge au Feu, I am Zaræn Viddik the owner. You have the look of someone new to the city. If you have any questions, just let me know mon cher. I am always happy to help a new face, or an old face for that matter!"
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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 Mar 12, 2016 23:05:37 GMT -8
Chuckling at his words, Len stood and pushed her hair back from her face, again trying to pretend that she wasn't blushing. "Absolutely. I'll see you then, Zaræn. Have a nice evening." Fishing coins out of her pocket to pay for the drink, they were left on the table, before she hurried out of the tavern. Back to the bakery she went, only long enough to retrieve her horse, then she rode out of the city and to her cottage. She needed to be alone and.. think. This had been a very.. strange turn of events.
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Kapplia
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 21
Physical Description: Taller than average for a human woman, but not so much as to rival any tall man. Her dark red-brown hair is almost always tied into a bun. Not one for much makeup, her deep brown eyes rest beneath long lashes. Some may call her beautiful, but she has never cared much for physical appearance.
Clothes and Equipment: Simple dresses are her preferred garments. Made from soft breathable fabrics, but sturdy and well constructed. At her waist she keeps various small pouches of herbs and supplies used in her work.
Player's online availability : Evenings EST
Registered: Mar 12, 2016 14:26:24 GMT -8
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Post by Kapplia on Mar 13, 2016 0:15:43 GMT -8
At first surprised by the forwardness of the stranger, when he revealed himself to be the owner of the tavern, she relaxed a bit. "Bonjour monsieur," She replied with a smile. He must know everyone in the city. If anyone could point her in the right direction it was probably him. "Je m'appelle Kapplia. You are correct in assuming I am new to the city, having just arrived this evening."
He appeared kind enough, but she was still a bit wary of the man. His smile seemed just as mischievous as it did friendly. Her grandmother had often warned her of the vices of big city-folk, and she planned on being cautious as she worked her way towards her new life. But it would do her little good to insult the man by refusing the free drink. Although however new she may be to the city, she doubted anything was ever truly without some cost.
She sniffed politely at the open bottle. The distinct scent of alcohol and peppermint hit her nostrils, causing her to sneeze. What was this odd beverage? "Excuse-moi, I thank you for the drink, but what is this?"
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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 Mar 13, 2016 8:57:44 GMT -8
"Why it is what you ordered. The house special!"
Zaræn says with a grin, as he slides into the chair across from her. He takes a swig from his own bottle, and sighs in appreciation.
"Peppermint ale! My latest experiment that was actually fit to serve. It is a bit spicy for some, but I find it to have a pleasant kick. You can consider the first one on the house. Just tell me what you think!"
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Kapplia
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 21
Physical Description: Taller than average for a human woman, but not so much as to rival any tall man. Her dark red-brown hair is almost always tied into a bun. Not one for much makeup, her deep brown eyes rest beneath long lashes. Some may call her beautiful, but she has never cared much for physical appearance.
Clothes and Equipment: Simple dresses are her preferred garments. Made from soft breathable fabrics, but sturdy and well constructed. At her waist she keeps various small pouches of herbs and supplies used in her work.
Player's online availability : Evenings EST
Registered: Mar 12, 2016 14:26:24 GMT -8
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Post by Kapplia on Mar 13, 2016 10:59:08 GMT -8
Kapplia realized she had been unclear when ordering. When requesting the house special she had intended to try the cheaper Dying Embers, not the weekly rotating tap. But as it was on the house, and the owner, Zaraen was it? seemed so excited to have someone try his odd concoction, she couldn't very well disappoint him.
Taking a small swallow of the drink, her brows raised in surprise at the flavor. It did indeed 'have a kick.' The peppermint oil cleared the sinuses and caused a cooling sensation that allowed the spicy flavors of cinnamon and allspice to play cross her tongue. An aftertaste of sweet honey remained. It reminded her of the holidays back home.
"C'est trés bien, it's interesting. I feel like this brew would be well suited for a fall or winter festival. I do like it, and I appreciate your generosity," she took another small sip. However tasty the ale may be, she knew it would be wise to get some food into her stomach before consuming too much alcohol.
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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 Mar 13, 2016 14:27:58 GMT -8
Zaræn claps his hands, pleased by the assessment. It was then a server came with Kapplia's order of soup. Getting to his feet he takes one last swig.
"Thank you for your words mademoiselle. They match my thoughts exactly! I will leave you to your meal, if you require anything else just ask. Bon appétit."
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Kapplia
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 21
Physical Description: Taller than average for a human woman, but not so much as to rival any tall man. Her dark red-brown hair is almost always tied into a bun. Not one for much makeup, her deep brown eyes rest beneath long lashes. Some may call her beautiful, but she has never cared much for physical appearance.
Clothes and Equipment: Simple dresses are her preferred garments. Made from soft breathable fabrics, but sturdy and well constructed. At her waist she keeps various small pouches of herbs and supplies used in her work.
Player's online availability : Evenings EST
Registered: Mar 12, 2016 14:26:24 GMT -8
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Post by Kapplia on Mar 13, 2016 15:26:11 GMT -8
She knew it would be polite to respond, but the delectable aroma of caramelized onions and slow cooked beef broth chased all other thoughts from her mind. As he walked away she watched the steam rise from the piping hot bowl.
The salty cheese paired perfectly with the earthy brown liquid. A sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips as the warm soup slipped down to fill her belly. It had been a longer walk than expected from her small home, and the day was catching up with her.
Taking another sip of the ale, she coughed. The distinct peppermint flavor did not mix well with the onions from the soup. Her reaction caught the eye of a serving girl who came by to see if she could help.
"Je voudrais de l'eau, s'il vous plait." The server nodded and went to fetch a glass of water. When she returned, Kapplia realized in her brief conversation with Zaraen she had forgotten to ask any questions about lodgings or work for someone new to the city. Oh well, if he returned she would catch him, but there was no rush. For now she would just sit back and enjoy the rest of her meal.
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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 Mar 13, 2016 20:06:21 GMT -8
Not long after the meal was completed, the dish was whisked away.
"Can we interest you in anything else? We have some scrumptious cakes,baked fresh this morning. We get them from the Starlight Bakery. We have some red velvet, and black forest left."
After ascertaining if anything else is needed, the server leaves. If Kapplia looks, she would spot Zaræn working the bar.
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