Salam
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64 
Age: 25
Physical Description: Race: Kitsune
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 145lbs
Skin: Caucasian
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Forest Glade Green
Has ears and tail of a fox, fur being light brown same as his hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Basic clothing consists of darkened clothing that fit his figure loosely. Colours mainly consisting of browns and blacks. Has three sets of clothing, all of the same description.
Armor: Consists of Padded Leather dyed to a black colour. Meant to help keep him safe when traversing ancient ruins and caves. Gives him a bit more defensive capabilities while allowing him access to his full maneuverability.
Weapons: Wanting to keep himself light, he only carries a Short Sword and Dagger. Light weapons that he uses to mainly deflect and parry attacks rather than attack himself.
Registered: Mar 14, 2016 10:49:17 GMT -8
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Post by Salam on May 19, 2016 20:40:41 GMT -8
Salam scratches the back of his head in confusion. Didn't Feru say they were leaving tomorrow when dawn orders were given? Oh wait, he was the only other one up. He could only sigh in a bit of a disappointment. The rumors of the warriors of the Bolts & Brawlers that he heard of led him to believe that the crew was far more disciplined than this. "Sigh, ma'am, you aren't supposed to be leaving on your mission till tomorrow, least according to what I heard. Everyone was just meant to be up and gathering what they required before the contractor comes in around midday, which happens to be in a few minutes from now." He has a slightly sad look on his face as he says this. Most certainly not one of the first company examples he was hoping to see.
Thinking that this is an example of who he was now working for with Krenna's words still in his mind. That he should be glad they wouldn't be hear for his first few days on the job. Well, maybe he might as well make a good impression for while everyone is there today, so he thought he might help wake everyone up by making a brunch for them. Considering the time, he was thought of making omelettes with chopped onions, celery and tomatoes as well as bacon strips for those whom are waking up. The smell of cooking food is usually a surefire way to arouse those in deep slumber. "Um, Miss Din Narith, if you don't mind, I would like to make a meal for everyone. With their late rise, they will need a good kickstart to make up for lost time." Salam smiles genuinely, hoping to at least provide a bit of friendly service to his new employers.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 7:00:51 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2016 17:50:20 GMT -8
Lady Vanelle was not in her room, and if indeed anyone went inside, they'd find her room not only unoccupied, but not even decorated. It was bare. The bed was cold and made, like no one had even slept in it.
Instead, Lady Vanelle came in through the front door, in a gorgeous gown of high quality that molded to her curves. She looked like sensuous wealth, black pearls settled around her neck. When she found everyone, she smiled her usual charming smile.
"Good morning, everyone," she said to them, and patiently waited for someone else to take the lead in the conversation. Probably Feru.
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143 
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on May 20, 2016 18:30:04 GMT -8
Feru's eyes cut sharply to Salam, and her ears laid back as she growled at him, that angry feline noise rumbling in her chest. "My plan wasn't to leave till tomorrow, but if the contact says our employer wants us leavin' today, then everyone damn well needs to be ready to get their asses in gear and out the door. If I want backtalk, I'll bloody well ask for it, but if all ya got to say is shit about how I'm doin' somethin' wrong, then ya can either keep it to yerself or get yer ass out the door. It's right there." Said as she pointed toward the door through which Vanelle had just come.
"Ya wanna cook or whatever, I don't care. Just.. shoo." She flapped her hands at Salam in a gesture telling him to make himself scarce, then struggled to smooth down her ruffled fur - both literally and figuratively. Her gaze skimmed the room. Krenna wasn't involved so her absence was fine; Oleanna and Vanelle looked like they were good to go; Roxy was the one who'd slept in without listening to orders. That earned the white-haired girl a harsh look as she crossed her arms below her breasts, her tail swishing angrily behind her while she tapped the toe of one boot-clad foot against the floorboards.
"Roxy, I'm disappointed. Everyone else managed to get up and go get whatever gear they needed, but ya were too busy sleepin' off a hangover, by the smell of things. We may not be one of them fancy ass merc companies with big shiny headquarters and endless mountains of gold to throw around and get all the best gear custom-made by the best smiths and mages, but I will be damned if I let you disobey an order that's for yer own good." She unfolded her arms and stepped forward, closing the space between herself and Roxy and pointing a finger at the girl's face as her ears laid back flat. "So once our contact leaves, yer gonna go make sure yer gear is in tip-top shape, get any extra ya may need, and I swear to fuck that if you screw this up for us, I will beat ya into the fuckin' ground then chuck ya out on yer ass. Got it?"
Without waiting for a response, she turned around and moved back to the table she'd been leaning against, crossing her arms. She didn't know where Syros was, but as he technically wasn't a member of the company, she figured it wasn't super important for him to be here. So she went ahead, speaking in a much more calm tone of voice, even if her green eyes were still spitting fire. "Our contact will be here soon to pick up the contract and give us the final details of our mission. If ya have any questions for him, ask 'em, then ya've got the rest of the day to yerselves to get some R&R and do whatever ya damn well please, but I want each and every one of ya ready to pull out at dawn. Understood?" Well, everyone but Roxy would get the afternoon off... She had to do what she was supposed to do that morning.
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Adjutant
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 140
Registered: Mar 10, 2016 13:14:55 GMT -8
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Post by Adjutant on May 20, 2016 18:46:31 GMT -8
Just minutes after Feru had laid into Salam and Roxanne, Altan appeared at the door, as stiff and formal as he had been the last morning. Casting an appraising glance around the room, his glare finally fell on Feru. "As promised, I am here for the contract. I trust that if you have chosen to take advantage of it, the details are all in order." Stepping into the building, he waits for Feru to answer.
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on May 20, 2016 18:53:58 GMT -8
Her gaze flicked toward Altan when he appeared, and Feru nodded briskly, snapping up the contract which sat on the table near her hip. Then she pushed away from said table and crossed the floor to where the man stood, offering it confidently.
"Everythin' is as it should be, all the T's are dotted and the I's are crossed, and everyone is prepared to ship out whenever ya say we need to take off." Not entirely true, but that was neither here nor there.
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Adjutant
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 140
Registered: Mar 10, 2016 13:14:55 GMT -8
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Post by Adjutant on May 20, 2016 19:11:07 GMT -8
Altan takes the document from Feru and looks it over. "Indeed, everything looks to be in order..." he says as he rolls up the document and puts it into a pocket inside his vest.
Reaching into a second pocket, he removes two sets of rolled and sealed documents. Walking over to the table, he places them both upon it. Indicating the first and larger document, he intones dryly to Feru, all but ignoring anyone else present, "this scroll contains the location in the Sorala desert we believe the item to be and details as much as possible about how to gain entrance to the fortress it rests in."
Stepping back from the table, he continues. "The second set contains five vouchers for supplies. They are magically marked and should be usable in any major city in Gauldin, Isra, or Sakand. Possibly Stonevale, but since the Goraian coup, trade has been difficult with the Medan region. I suggest you use them wisely."
"Do you have any questions before I depart, Miss Din Narith?"
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on May 20, 2016 19:29:28 GMT -8
Following the man's movements, Feru nodded to show she understood what he had to say, then moved over to pick up both the scroll and the vouchers, tucking them into an interior pocket of her coat.
"I don't have any questions. Do you?" This was said to the women gathered, and paired with an arched brow. It was a matter of, 'Speak now or forever hold your peace.'
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Syros
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Physical Description: With white hair, an athletic frame and silver eyes, the man looks young and beautiful as many of the ancient heroes of old. He wears whatever he can afford, whatever suits him and whatever is practical. He carries with him his Titan Spear at all times, despite how impractical it can sometimes be.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapon: The Titan Spear is a legendary weapon, unbreakable, more than twice as long as a man... And crafted from the God's own forge. Its blade can cut through a mountain, if the right man wields it... And it harnesses the element of wind to increase its cutting power to the very edge. It is complimented at its blunt end by a chain that can be clipped to his left arm. It also has a second special property, one that allows it to be stored in a sub-space of The Precursor's being so that its size does not constantly cause issues. He can also of course, 'bring it out' at will.
Registered: Feb 18, 2016 19:07:00 GMT -8
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Post by Syros on May 20, 2016 19:45:46 GMT -8
The desert never seemed to end, with sandstone rock and golden dunes stretching out across the flatlands so far into the horizon that it almost seemed as though the desert was beginning to consume the cloudless sky. Syros found himself in a body he did not recognize, yet also could not move; he was merely a watcher, a voyeur peering out between two eyes that were never his.
Slowly a fear began to rise; beginning with a jump in the heart and a sudden need to breathe, yet progressing into something worse. An aching panic that could not be escaped, eyes burning from a wind that blasted the pupils too struck by terror to be covered and a tightening chest that clung ever around his heart.
Soon a rumbling shook the entire land and Syros watched as the horizon grew towards the heavens, a cliff that rose out of the ground and groaned in anger; a cliff that, as a titanic hand reached over the distant desert and gripped the ground, kicked an entire storm of sand towards him in an instant. He was blinded then, his heart pounding behind his ribs like the loudest of warning drums, though as he covered his eyes with a hand and peered through his fingers at the sky he realized he could still see the sun.
But the rumbling grew louder, with a series of devastating booms beginning to accompany them. As Syros and his unknown body frantically tried to keep the light in view, the land began to grow dark as the silhouette of a giant blocked out the sun. The body, frozen in fear, could no longer even breathe and soon the sand was filling his mouth and suffocating him. As the giant took one great step towards him, followed by another, Syros' body fell backwards to the ground and found itself swallowed by the rising desert.
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Syros woke to an uncomfortable silence. The sun shone through the window of Feru's room, warming his skin and leaving him to sigh in relief as he took in a deep breath of fresh air. A few minutes later he rose, climbing to his clothes and dressing in that same modest attire while peering out of the window at the town beyond it. The happy little town of Bayonne was a far cry from his dream, yet it gave him little comfort to find himself watching it alone.
He turned away with a frown, opened the door to Feru's room, then began to walk down the stairs into the main area. He was late, but it was clear from his near-silence and the expresson on his face that no type of reproach would reach him that morning.
"Hello," he mumbled as he found a table and sat down.
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Salam
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 25
Physical Description: Race: Kitsune
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 145lbs
Skin: Caucasian
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Forest Glade Green
Has ears and tail of a fox, fur being light brown same as his hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Basic clothing consists of darkened clothing that fit his figure loosely. Colours mainly consisting of browns and blacks. Has three sets of clothing, all of the same description.
Armor: Consists of Padded Leather dyed to a black colour. Meant to help keep him safe when traversing ancient ruins and caves. Gives him a bit more defensive capabilities while allowing him access to his full maneuverability.
Weapons: Wanting to keep himself light, he only carries a Short Sword and Dagger. Light weapons that he uses to mainly deflect and parry attacks rather than attack himself.
Registered: Mar 14, 2016 10:49:17 GMT -8
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Post by Salam on May 20, 2016 20:28:49 GMT -8
Yeah, Salam probably did deserve that out lash at him. He stepped out of line with what he said, though at the moment, he did think that was the plan. He really needed to learn to keep his yap shut. It gets him into far too much trouble. In addition, it appeared his idea to cook for everyone was not needed as most were already up and active.
His ears flick back as Feru scolded him for his statement. Couldn't really blame her knowing his own idiocy. "Sorry Miss Din Narith. I did not mean it like that." With her advice now apparent, Salam kept his mouth shut and turned to walk up the stairs leading to the sleeping quarters. hearing the contractor come in and start speaking. He decided to lean against the wall just around the landing corner to eavesdrop on where the group was going. Hearing about an item, the Sorala Desert, and a fortress, he had all he needed. He returned to his room and sat at the sparse desk with the few books he had, staring blankly at the wall iH thought.
After a few minutes of contemplation, he grabbed one of his books and opened it to a blank page. The book was his journal that he kept of events he witnessed or partook in, at least one volume of it. If anyone was to read the journal, they would only find what they would think of as scribbles and symbols. While some of it may be translated as some of the ancient written languages, it would actually be a language far older, a language cultivated by what was known as Bio Mages. Salam could not recall how he knew this language, or for that matter, most of the events in his journals. They depicted wars and events hundreds of years in the past, all written in the same language, yet he could only recall the last quarter century. This irked him as he had knowledge that he could not remember gaining, he wanted to know why he knew so much, yet cannot comprehend anything that he knows.
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Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 7:00:51 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2016 9:47:17 GMT -8
"It seems very tidy and wrapped in a bow," Lady Vanelle said from her spot, having listened to the conversation. Her eyes had taken in the people in the room, returning to their prospective customer just as often as they glanced at the faces and expressions and mannerisms of her comrades.
She knew none of them well, but she was confident that they would be able to get the job done. Well, she was confident that SHE could at least hold up her end of what was expected of her.
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Dame Oleanna D'Ignis
Committed
Bloody politicians.
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: None of your damn business.
Physical Description: At 6' even, Oleanna is tall for an elven women. She wears heavy plate armor, most of the time. Underneath she has a lithe, toned body, with moderate curves.
She likes to keep her helmet on, as most find her face off putting. Her most noticeable feature is a scar, that begins just above her left eyebrow. It runs straight down her face, directly over her eye, and stops at her jaw line. Her left eye is a milky grey color, and it is surrounded by a stylized tattoo of a black sun. If it wasn't for the scar, Oleanna's face would be a mask of flawless elven beauty. She has a delicate jaw, dainty chin, full lips, high cheek bones, and her right eyes is a vibrant green. Her skin is alabaster in tone, and glows with health. Her vibrant red hair is kept in a short military cut, leaving her knife like ears visible.
She has a reputation among other wandering knights as being exceptionally fierce. She wields primarily wields sword and fire magic in combat. She can also use ice magic having advanced fair enough in her art to understand she can manipulate heat not just create fire. She rarely turns down jobs even if the pay is poor. She lead her own group of female mercenaries called the Crimson Ladies which she disbanded a few years ago. She has won quite a few tournaments and slain many powerful beasts in her time. She has traveled all over the world and can survive most any where either by living off the land or living by her sword.
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, tower shield, long sword, water skin, travel rations, War horse, Lance, long bow and quiver, spell book, and the sun tattoo which acts as her magical focus.
Registered: Nov 18, 2015 12:07:10 GMT -8
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Post by Dame Oleanna D'Ignis on May 24, 2016 8:56:40 GMT -8
The Dame leaned against the wall on armored should pressed against it arms crossed. Her new tower shield strapped to her back sword at her hip. She had her helmet on making her face unreadable.
"All set boss."
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on May 24, 2016 9:41:47 GMT -8
Roxanne looked up, still stinging from having been scolded in front of everyone. How was this her fault? They weren't even leaving today! Grumbling, she shook her head. No questions from her.
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on May 24, 2016 11:06:22 GMT -8
It looked like everyone was set, but before she could address their contact, Syros appeared from upstairs. Something was wrong; Feru could feel it immediately. Those green eyes gave him a very concerned look, but she wasn't going to address the subject in front of everyone, so she simply gave him a tiny smile to let him know that she wasn't ignoring him, and she'd speak to him in a moment. Her attention fixed on the uptight man, then, and she nodded her head briskly.
"Looks like we're all set. Our plan is to set out in the mornin'."
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Alliandre Saleia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 99
Age: 25
Physical Description: She is a tall (5'11") and fair-skinned young woman. Long black hair falls down the entirety of her backside, terminating in a slight ponytail for the last foot of hair. Her lithe and muscular form is heavily complimented by her choice in clothing, and she maintains a strict regime of cleanliness that makes herself constantly clean and nearly germ-free. Her blue eyes glow dimly in all but the brightest of lights.
Clothes and Equipment: Silken robes cover most of her body, with her shoulders and chest protected by leather armor. Long black boots stretch up to meet matching black greaves at her knees. A glaive is usually slung across her back, its long haft inscribed with a flowing pattern of runes that enhance magical healing abilities. The glaive's blade is a dull green color, but incredibly sharp. A first aid kit is secured to her belt just beneath the end of her hair.
Registered: Jun 5, 2016 0:41:42 GMT -8
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Post by Alliandre Saleia on Jun 21, 2016 18:55:16 GMT -8
Alli really hoped she had found the right place. The last letter from Feru had been sent from this location, and Alli hoped she would finally be able to surprise her longtime friend. The Aaedanian had just lost her home, and had done all that she could to help what remained of her people. Hopefully Feru would be able to help her find work here in Gauldin, Alli barely spoke the language and some of the people were so snotty. She walked calmly up to the door before knocking on it, just loud enough to be heard.
"Feru! Feru, are you home! Its me, Alli!"
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Jun 21, 2016 19:17:19 GMT -8
Feline ears perked up and turned toward the door at hearing that knock, and then her whole body pivoted around in obvious excitement, a big grin on her face.
"ALLI!" She bolted over to the door and flung it open, then wrapped her arms around Alliandre's waist and lifted the taller girl off her feet in a bear hug. Pulling back, she beamed up at the other woman, then dragged her inside.
"Come inside! You have the best timing! I need you for this job I'm about to do and you would be super helpful. ..Oh!" She stopped cold as she realized she was babbling to her old friend as though none of the others were there, and she came to a stop with a sheepish grin as she looked at the rest of her merc company.
"Hey guys! This is my friend, Alliandre Saleia. Alli, this is Oleanna and Roxy, two of my mercs, and that's Syros, my uh.. my boyfriend." Feru blushed at that admittance, then released her friend's hand. She hadn't mentioned Syros before, not thinking that was something that should be in a letter, and it would likely shock Alliandre to hear that Feru was in a relationship, given how the cat-eared girl had always felt about them in the past. Moving over to the contract, she approached Altan.
"Sorry, sir, I forgot my newest mercenary and oldest friend was coming in today. She'll be needing to sign that contract before you take off with it, if you don't mind? We really need her, she's our healer." She gave him an apologetic smile and plucked the contract from his hands, then laid it out and beckoned Alli over so she could sign her name really quickly. She even gave the girl her sad kitty eyes, and Alli never could say no to them.
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Alliandre Saleia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 99
Age: 25
Physical Description: She is a tall (5'11") and fair-skinned young woman. Long black hair falls down the entirety of her backside, terminating in a slight ponytail for the last foot of hair. Her lithe and muscular form is heavily complimented by her choice in clothing, and she maintains a strict regime of cleanliness that makes herself constantly clean and nearly germ-free. Her blue eyes glow dimly in all but the brightest of lights.
Clothes and Equipment: Silken robes cover most of her body, with her shoulders and chest protected by leather armor. Long black boots stretch up to meet matching black greaves at her knees. A glaive is usually slung across her back, its long haft inscribed with a flowing pattern of runes that enhance magical healing abilities. The glaive's blade is a dull green color, but incredibly sharp. A first aid kit is secured to her belt just beneath the end of her hair.
Registered: Jun 5, 2016 0:41:42 GMT -8
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Post by Alliandre Saleia on Jun 22, 2016 3:35:58 GMT -8
"Hi Feru....ooof!" Was all that Alli managed to get out before being swept up into the bear hug and dragged inside. Her head swirled as Feru babbled at her, this wasn't quite what she had been expecting. She gave a friendly wave to the two other girls standing there.
"Its a pleasure to meet you all. Feru....boyfriend?"
So some poor guy had finally managed to tie Feru down, that was certainly news. Alli's brown eyes went wider than normal with surprise as she processed that bit of information. And wait...newest mercenary? She had never agreed to that! Or she had...dammit Feru! She had been told the job would be helping people not working for Feru's mercenary company!
"But Feru you told me I would be....oh nevermind, I'll just sign the papers."
With a long sigh and much shaking of her head she walked over to sign the necessary papers. There was no point in arguing with Feru, or her sad kitty eyes. She would convince Alli to sign up one way or the other, even if it felt more like impressment than volunteering.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Jun 22, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
Roxanne waved at the pretty newcomer. Hopefully, the appearance of Feru's friend would distract the cat girl from the scolding and Roxanne would get off lightly.
"Nice to meet you, Alliandre. It'll be good to have a healer on-board. Better than bandages, anyway."
She smiled, trying to make a good first impression.
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Adjutant
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 140
Registered: Mar 10, 2016 13:14:55 GMT -8
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Post by Adjutant on Jun 22, 2016 12:17:41 GMT -8
Altan's left eyebrow raised just enough to be noticeable. Sighing, he reached into his vest and retrieved the contract. He walked back over to the table and laid it out for Alliandre to sign. Once she had, he rolled it again and placed it back in the vest pocket.
"Anything else?"
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Dame Oleanna D'Ignis
Committed
Bloody politicians.
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: None of your damn business.
Physical Description: At 6' even, Oleanna is tall for an elven women. She wears heavy plate armor, most of the time. Underneath she has a lithe, toned body, with moderate curves.
She likes to keep her helmet on, as most find her face off putting. Her most noticeable feature is a scar, that begins just above her left eyebrow. It runs straight down her face, directly over her eye, and stops at her jaw line. Her left eye is a milky grey color, and it is surrounded by a stylized tattoo of a black sun. If it wasn't for the scar, Oleanna's face would be a mask of flawless elven beauty. She has a delicate jaw, dainty chin, full lips, high cheek bones, and her right eyes is a vibrant green. Her skin is alabaster in tone, and glows with health. Her vibrant red hair is kept in a short military cut, leaving her knife like ears visible.
She has a reputation among other wandering knights as being exceptionally fierce. She wields primarily wields sword and fire magic in combat. She can also use ice magic having advanced fair enough in her art to understand she can manipulate heat not just create fire. She rarely turns down jobs even if the pay is poor. She lead her own group of female mercenaries called the Crimson Ladies which she disbanded a few years ago. She has won quite a few tournaments and slain many powerful beasts in her time. She has traveled all over the world and can survive most any where either by living off the land or living by her sword.
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, tower shield, long sword, water skin, travel rations, War horse, Lance, long bow and quiver, spell book, and the sun tattoo which acts as her magical focus.
Registered: Nov 18, 2015 12:07:10 GMT -8
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Post by Dame Oleanna D'Ignis on Jun 22, 2016 13:31:07 GMT -8
Oleanna watches the little scene with a slight smirk. She gives the new comer a little wave at Feru's 'introduction'. There wasn't much she had to say, so the scarred mercenary waited for things to get wrapped up so they could go.
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Jun 22, 2016 15:29:47 GMT -8
"Nope! I think we're all set, sir, so we'll set out tomorrow." Feru nodded firmly at that, then beamed up at Alliandre. It was so good to have her friend with her again! Also she would be mega useful on the job. She waited for Altan to leave, then looked up at the other girl with an apologetic smile. One hand came to rest on the back of her head, rubbing it sheepishly.
"Eheheh.. sorry I kinda press-ganged ya into that, Alli. But we really could use yer help, and the job is payin' really well. I know ya said ya were lookin' for a job, so.. I figured ya could help me while I'm helpin' you, yanno?" It made sense in Feru's brain. Besides, she'd pay for it later no doubt, when Alli interrogated her about Syros.
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