Krenna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Krenna is a half-orc, graced with more of her mother's human parentage than her father's orcan. She stands nearly six and half feet tall, athletic and well-built like her father's people. Her yellow-brown skin is clean and decorated by several well made tattoos. Shoulder length black hair with a center part is highlighted by stark white streaks at the front and decorated with small bird feathers in bright colors. A mole on her left cheek is the only obvious blemish, but her dark eyes and permanent smirk draw the eyes away from it.
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Clothes and Equipment: Krenna keeps her clothing and armor fastidiously clean. The bright red leather weave armor is supple and conforms to her musculature, weaving like a snake skin around her frame. Draped around her waist are several daggers and a long sword with a decorative hilt. A sanshin of her own making is always strapped to her back, giving the impression that it could snap at any time, but never actually doing so.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 15:48:17 GMT -8
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Post by Krenna on Feb 23, 2016 18:40:33 GMT -8
Krenna watched silently for a while as Oleanna poured more and more ale into her cup. "I guess I should probably think about figure out what I'm going to do here, too," she thought. She decided to carve off a few more slices of the roasted pork, fill her stein with ale, and find a room upstairs. She was still having a hard time containing her kid-in-a-candy-shop feelings, but she'd have to sleep. "What if tomorrow brings great adventure," she asked herself. "I have to be ready!"
She found an empty room upstairs, surprisingly well-furnished, and sat down to remove her boots. "I joined a mercenary guild," she squealed to herself, a little more hyper than she had intended. She peeled her new armor off and then peeled the covers off of the the brand new bedding. After finishing the pork and ale, and licking her fingers clean, she settled down for night of restless sleep.
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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 Feb 23, 2016 23:09:15 GMT -8
It was late into the next day, with the sun just barely clinging onto the edge of the horizon as it sank toward night, that Feru finally returned. Opening the door into the headquarters, she poked her head around the door frame, jade hues sweeping the main room to see if anyone was present. Regardless of whether or not the room was empty, she turned a quick about-face, and walked backwards into the common area, gesturing broadly to the room and its tables, food, and giant container of ale. "Welcome to the Bolts and Brawlers Mercenary Company Headquarters, Syros."
Wandering over to the chair she'd mostly claimed as hers, she placed Meatwhacker's tip against the floor and leaned the blade itself against the chair, then turned to face him once again as she wandered around to the other side of the table. "So this is where everyone kinda gathers, yanno, exchange stories, eat, drink, pick up jobs, all that stuff. There are empty rooms and such upstairs, for people to sleep. And at the top of the place, is my room.. also known as, where the magic happens." Waggling her ears at him playfully, Feru grinned, planting her hands on the edge of the table behind her and leaning her posterior against it. "Want the grand tour?"
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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 Feb 24, 2016 0:38:16 GMT -8
Syros had been in awe while travelling through to the Bolts & Brawlers Co. Headquarters, for the streets and people of Bayonne were so... Full of life and busy people working hard not to catch food or prepare water to survive, but to work jobs that made them collectively part of something greater than themselves in return for reward. He had frowned a little, wondering if these people had loyalty to their homes, or just to money.
Still, he kept relatively silent unless spoken to right up until Feru led him into her building. "Wooah, it's pretty nice," he said with a smile, as he dragged a finger across the surface of one of the tables for no particular reason than to feel it's texture. "Sure, I'll take a grand tour."
He moved over to where Feru had taken to rest against the table, stopping only inches away from her. He did not reach to touch her, or to kiss her, yet to all others who might have been present the distance they were to one another clearly indicated something more. Something intimate and invading.
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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 Feb 24, 2016 1:02:29 GMT -8
In hindsight, Feru felt a little bad; no doubt the city had been a little overwhelming for Syros. So many people, so much noise, all the smells... But he seemed to be handling it pretty well. And things were fairly peaceful within the headquarters, since everyone was apparently out. Or sleeping. Or sleeping. Which was perfectly fine with her, alone time with Syros was quickly becoming one of her favorite things. Being caught between him and the table made her grin, ears flicked in his direction and the tip of her tail swaying behind her. "Ya sure? Ya don't seem particularly inclined to let me go anywhere."
Her head tilted, the curl of her lips becoming a tad coy as she reached up, twisting one of the thick bits of hair to one side of her face around a slender finger. "Why do I get the feelin' that any tour would start here and suddenly end up skippin' every room but mine?" She did seem to recall a certain comment he'd made earlier in the day about wanting to get back to her home - and specifically, her room - as soon as possible. Not that she was even kind of going to complain, regardless of what happened next.
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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 Feb 24, 2016 1:12:03 GMT -8
"Oh, sorry," he replied, laughing a little as he stepped back so that she could move again just a growl came from his abdomen. He rubbed it through his shirt with his hand, then looked around the room again with idle fascination. He smiled, turning his head back in towards Feru and sitting back on one of the chairs behind him with one elbow placed upon the surface of a table and the side of his face resting in that hand. With a slightly tilted head, he looked at the cat-woman with satisfaction.
"Probably because it would, but maybe this time we should wait a while before doing those things. Are you hungry? I'm hungry, plus I am curious about the layout of this place. It could be like a first... Date? We could set the mood and get to know each other more, then once it's time for bed.. We can do those things." He suggested, his final words ending with a mischievous grin.
"Or maybe we should go and do them now and do the rest of it later.. Or tomorrow."
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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 Feb 24, 2016 1:32:47 GMT -8
"Hey, I wasn't complainin', yanno." No, but she was definitely pouting, now, as Syros moved away. At least, until his stomach growled. Feru chuckled, the sound as ever painted with a hint of a purr, and shook her head, ceasing her flirtatious antics. She was just about to start gathering some food when he spoke, and she quirked a brow. "Well.. now that ya mention it..." She prowled closer, placing her hand on the table beside him, and leaning in close. She looked on the verge of kissing him.. then she reached past him and dragged a bowl full of fruit closer.
"..much as I wanna drag ya up there and get back to what we're both thinkin' about, you're clearly hungry, and so am I. So, food first, then fun." Lightly brushing the tip of her nose against his in a casually affectionate gesture, Feru then spun away and darted into a back room. There was the sound of doors banging, metal clanging, and a few curses from the feline woman, before she returned with two mugs full of honey mead, a loaf of sliced bread, pieces of pale yellow cheese studded with nuts, and a smoked venison haunch cut into pieces, all carefully balanced on two large trays. These she placed on the table near him, before plopping herself into the chair beside his.
"Dig in. I'm starvin'!" Lending credence to this fact was the way she snatched up two slices of bread, smacked a slice of venison and some cheese between them, and took a sizable bite. She really was hungry. And she needed to keep up her strength. Just a hunch, that one.
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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 Feb 24, 2016 1:46:53 GMT -8
Syros reached up after she touched her nose to his and brushed a finger along one of her feline ears, before sliding his hand across the top of her head and patting her soft hair with his palm. "All right, Feru. Food first. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse! Or a cat girl."
He winked. He rarely winked. In fact, before he met Feru he never acted playfully, or mischievously. She had brought out new behaviours in him he had never realized he was capable of and deep down, that fact made him nervous. Yet at the same time, he quite liked having the confidence to be able to do those things.. And someone who liked him and appreciated him for it.
He waited as she went out into a back room, laughing a little as she cursed and clanged about. When she returned, he licked his lips instinctively at the sight of all the food she brought and began digging in almost before she sat down herself. And dig in he did, for Feru would soon realize the extent of Syros' appetite! Four slices of bread, all of the meat and cheese on his plate evenly between them and several large pieces of fruit immediately placed on his plate. Then, he began to stuff his mouth, chew and swallow with such speed that he went a little red in the face.
"Mmm.. 'is is 'ood!"
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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 Feb 24, 2016 2:01:17 GMT -8
"Hey, you can eat this cat-girl whenever ya want, just say the word and it's on." She playfully growl-purred at him, then blinked, seeing how he was eating like he'd been starved for weeks. Holy cow, he could sure put it away. And Feru thought she ate a lot! Leaning to one side, she peered at his body carefully. Where did he even put it all? He was so fit... Maybe he was just thinking like her, and storing up energy for later. She chortled at that thought, and resumed eating.
It wasn't long before she'd consumed her fill, and she settled back with a sigh in her chair, sipping the last dregs of mead from her mug. "Oh man. That was tasty. I didn't even realize I was that hungry. Guess it's to be expected, though, after how the past few hours have been." She cast him a sidelong look, and a sly grin appeared on her lips. Considering their antics of the night prior.. and that morning.. well, was it any wonder they were both ravenous? She'd have to stock up on more food if things kept on like that.
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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 Feb 24, 2016 2:09:48 GMT -8
He grinned at her throughout his meal, especially when he noticed she was watching him. He watched her back, however, so it hardly made her a culprit; they were both as equally guilty for eating up the other with their eyes. Finally, with the last of the food on his plate cleared and his mead gulped down (something that, due to his extraordinary endurance, he wouldn't even notice was alcoholic), he leaned back in his chair and slapped his stomach with a satisfied sigh.
"That was good, Feru. Thank you."
He tilted his head over his shoulder, peering at her from the side. He went quiet a moment, simply taking in the smoothness of her skin and the way her hair fell around her. She was stunning, there could be absolutely no question about that. He took in a deep breath, his eyebrows rising upon his head for a moment, then suddenly stood up from his chair; pushing it back along the floor as he did so.
"Right. Time for bed."
He grabbed her wrist, then immediately pulled her up from her chair and over towards the stairs. The top room, right?
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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 Feb 24, 2016 2:22:26 GMT -8
Stretching languidly, Feru blinked when he suddenly stood, and then she found her wrist being grabbed. Stumbling to her feet as she was pulled upward, she followed after Syros with a laugh. "Boy, ya don't waste any time, huh? No complaints here." The stairs turned a couple of times, letting off onto floors with hallways and multiple rooms, before finally leading to a tiny separate flight that ascended to.. what looked like it might have once been an attic. Producing a heavy brass key from a pocket, Feru squeezed past him and inserted it into the lock. With a quick twist, and a series of clicks, she withdrew the key and turned the knob, pushing the door open to reveal her private space.
"It's not much, but it's mine. I like it cozy like this, yanno?" Tossing the key onto a small table, she turned to face him, shedding her gauntlets as she backed toward the bed. There was a mischievous gleam in her eyes, and a smile playing about her lips. "Now, why'd ya want to come up here again? Hrm, the reason seems to have slipped my mind..." Now that was just clearly a lie. Bad Feru.
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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 Feb 24, 2016 14:09:48 GMT -8
Syros would watch as Feru backed off towards the bed, while stepping into the room himself and shutting the door behind him. He watched her, listened to her playful words, then took his shirt and pulled it up over his head. Soon, it was tossed onto the ground and the man who wore it began to approach the cat-woman and her extremely comfortable looking sleeping area. Of course, it wouldn't be used for much sleeping that night.
"Hmm... I forgot what I wanted," he answered her, in the same vein of tone as her own. "I guess we'll just have to play around and figure it out."
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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 Feb 24, 2016 15:01:35 GMT -8
Her boots, leggings, overcoat, and vest all hit the floor in rapid succession, leaving her in naught but her short skirt and midriff-baring shirt. These, she left on, as she settled on her knees on the edge of the bed, slowly beginning to unfasten her shirt with a wicked grin. "That's a good idea. Let's see what we can come up with..."
[ Fade to black. It's gonna be a loooong night. ]
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Krenna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 19
Physical Description: Krenna is a half-orc, graced with more of her mother's human parentage than her father's orcan. She stands nearly six and half feet tall, athletic and well-built like her father's people. Her yellow-brown skin is clean and decorated by several well made tattoos. Shoulder length black hair with a center part is highlighted by stark white streaks at the front and decorated with small bird feathers in bright colors. A mole on her left cheek is the only obvious blemish, but her dark eyes and permanent smirk draw the eyes away from it.
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Clothes and Equipment: Krenna keeps her clothing and armor fastidiously clean. The bright red leather weave armor is supple and conforms to her musculature, weaving like a snake skin around her frame. Draped around her waist are several daggers and a long sword with a decorative hilt. A sanshin of her own making is always strapped to her back, giving the impression that it could snap at any time, but never actually doing so.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 15:48:17 GMT -8
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Post by Krenna on Feb 24, 2016 18:28:52 GMT -8
Krenna left the building early the next day. She didn't see Oleanna or Feru in the morning, and she didn't know the place well. And since she wasn't being paid as a traveling bard yet, she needed to make some coins the old fashioned way until then.
She poked her head in at the end of the day, and seeing the building still vacant, decided to head back to her apartment. Knowing her luck, she thought, she was probably missing something that would make a fantastic story.
When she came back to the company building the next morning, there were bits of bread and meat on the table, and two empty mugs. Probably Feru and Oleanna, she thought. Weren't they just a little too open about their proclivities? Although having been shunned or avoided for most of her life, the lack of prejudice and level of bawdiness was completely alien to her. Maybe that was how normal friends behaved together.
After stoking the fire in the roasting pit and adding a chunk of wood to feed the coals, she pulled one of the chairs up close and sat down with her sanshin. After meticulously tuning it again, she played a familiar melody for a short time. She found her fingers wandering after a while, breathing a life of their own into the music, transforming it and giving it her own twist. It wobbled between happy and frantic to sullen and discordant.
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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 Feb 25, 2016 16:25:31 GMT -8
A low moan emerges from the corner of the room, when Krenna starts playing. Oleanna rolls over, and stares at the orc girl with blood shot eyes. Her voice barely more than a whisper she says.
"Krenna, I will set you on fire if you don't cut that out. I will also do it if you don't bring me water."
The dame closes her eyes, fuck she was hungover. This is what you get for drinking alone, nobody to tell you when you have had too much.
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Krenna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 19
Physical Description: Krenna is a half-orc, graced with more of her mother's human parentage than her father's orcan. She stands nearly six and half feet tall, athletic and well-built like her father's people. Her yellow-brown skin is clean and decorated by several well made tattoos. Shoulder length black hair with a center part is highlighted by stark white streaks at the front and decorated with small bird feathers in bright colors. A mole on her left cheek is the only obvious blemish, but her dark eyes and permanent smirk draw the eyes away from it.
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Clothes and Equipment: Krenna keeps her clothing and armor fastidiously clean. The bright red leather weave armor is supple and conforms to her musculature, weaving like a snake skin around her frame. Draped around her waist are several daggers and a long sword with a decorative hilt. A sanshin of her own making is always strapped to her back, giving the impression that it could snap at any time, but never actually doing so.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 15:48:17 GMT -8
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Post by Krenna on Feb 25, 2016 16:42:01 GMT -8
Krenna bolted upright in surprise, almost dropping the sanshin. She hadn't even seen Oleanna rolled up in the corner. "S- Sorry," she blurted. Looking around for a mug and a jug of water, she spied something she hadn't seen in months. First though, after finding a cask of cool water on the floor, she poured a mug full and brought it to the hungover elf warrior. "Here. I'll have something better in a moment."
Going back to the cupboards, she pulled out the bag of small and hard brown beans, and a small kettle. She filled the kettle with water and place it on a rack over the roasting fire next to the pig. She took a small handful of the beans and wrapped them in cheese cloth, then began crushing them with the flat of one of her daggers. When they were sufficiently ground, she tied off the bag and dropped it into the kettle, like a wrapped pouch of tea leaves. After it had boiled for a few minutes, she took the kettle and poured it into a large stein with thick sides.
Krenna brought the concoction to Oleanna, careful not to spill any of the hot liquid. "Here," she said, handing her the drink. "I'm not sure what this stuff is called, but I've seen it help with drink sickness in the past. Be careful though, it's hot."
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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 Feb 25, 2016 18:19:32 GMT -8
It was with a full-body stretch and in an exceedingly good mood that Feru launched herself down the steps into the main room, scratching at the flat belly bared by her skirt and midriff-baring top. And those were literally the only two things she was wearing. Her hair was unbound, falling to mid-thigh and swishing with her movements as staggered toward the kitchen with a jaw-cracking yawn. On her way there, she spotted Krenna and Oleanna, and paused, blinking owlishly. "Oh. Hey ladies. What's goin' on?"
Posting up against the door frame into the kitchen area, she crossed her arms, eyeing the two with a wicked grin. "Hope you two had as good a past couple nights as I have." Her thoughts drifted to the man asleep in her bed upstairs. Oh yes. She'd had a spectacular past couple of nights. And hopefully many more to come. Rawr.
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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 Feb 25, 2016 22:54:41 GMT -8
Syros wasn't as absent as Feru thought. When the lack of her body warmth was noted, the man sharing her head had slowly and groggily woken up and a few minutes later, he had slipped out of her room and descended the stairs down into the main area of the headquarters. With silver hair and wearing nothing but trousers and fantastic abs, he yawned loudly at the bottom of the stairs and then smiled across at the two women he hadn't yet met.
"Good morning. I am Syros, Feru's.. Uhh.. Boyfriend, I guess."
His stomach growled a little, but he patted it away and ignored it. "Hmm... This place looks much better in daylight."
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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 Feb 26, 2016 14:38:14 GMT -8
Oleanna very nearly follows through on her threat, as Krenna bustles around the room. Instead she closed her eyes and prayed for death. Death didn't come but the girl did, with a cup of something foul. Deciding that if it was poison that would be just fine, the dame slugs it back. The heat barely bothers her. It was then Feru, and Syros came down the stairs. The dame closes her eyes, lets out an audible moan, and says angrily.
"I don't care if you are the king of Gauldin! Both of you need to start whispering."
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Krenna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 19
Physical Description: Krenna is a half-orc, graced with more of her mother's human parentage than her father's orcan. She stands nearly six and half feet tall, athletic and well-built like her father's people. Her yellow-brown skin is clean and decorated by several well made tattoos. Shoulder length black hair with a center part is highlighted by stark white streaks at the front and decorated with small bird feathers in bright colors. A mole on her left cheek is the only obvious blemish, but her dark eyes and permanent smirk draw the eyes away from it.
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Clothes and Equipment: Krenna keeps her clothing and armor fastidiously clean. The bright red leather weave armor is supple and conforms to her musculature, weaving like a snake skin around her frame. Draped around her waist are several daggers and a long sword with a decorative hilt. A sanshin of her own making is always strapped to her back, giving the impression that it could snap at any time, but never actually doing so.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 15:48:17 GMT -8
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Post by Krenna on Feb 27, 2016 10:48:18 GMT -8
Krenna's lack of surprise bothered her more than anything. Despite the evidence on the table from the last evening, she hadn't really expected Feru to be back, and definitely hadn't expected her to have brought a random stranger back with her. Still, given Feru's personality, the revelation wasn't exactly gasp-worthy.
"Um, hi" she ventured, glancing at the half-naked guy trailing Feru down the stairs. He wasn't her type, but he wasn't hard on the eyes either. She waved in the Dame's direction "she's got a right strong drink sick in her, might want to keep your distance."
She walked back over to where she had been playing and righted her sanshin to make sure it didn't fall over and break. Looking back at Feru, she admired the girl's carefree attitude, but flushed at the thought of it. "Miss Feru, do we have a bath here? I didn't want to poke around and find... Something I wasn't expecting while you were gone."
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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 Feb 27, 2016 12:39:51 GMT -8
Ears flicked in Syros' direction as she heard him descend the stairs, and she grinned at his self-description of their relationship. Boyfriend. That was kinda nice! She liked it. She arched a brow at Oleanna's words, then chuckled at Krenna's reaction to her shirtless paramour. "Syros, this is Dame Oleanna D'Ignis and Krenna Low-Tone, the two newest additions to our happy little family." She pointed to the two as she introduced them, then pushed away from her lean, starting toward the kitchen area.
She paused at Krenna's question, however, and blinked, then nodded. "Oh, uh, yeah, 'course we do. They're right down this hallway." This said as she gestured down the hall she was about to venture into. "Just go past the door to the kitchen, and it's the room at the end on the left. Whole area full of baths and such." Her stomach grumbled, and so did she. "Fuck, I'm starvin'." With that muttered statement, she started down the hall and into the kitchen. She was famished.
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