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 27, 2016 18:32:28 GMT -8
Syros peered at Dame Oleanna and Krenna for a little while, only to nod towards the latter. "I see, but surely she should be in bed if she's sick?" He suggested, while lazily raising a fist to rub at his eyes. Having never been drunk before, nor having been around people who were drunk, Syros was clearly misunderstanding the concept of 'drink sickness'.
His stomach growled again, then he glanced at Feru and smiled just in time for her to reveal the level of her hunger. "I could use some food too," he admitted, before following her down the hall and into the kitchen.
"I could eat an entire cow right now."
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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 28, 2016 11:42:01 GMT -8
Oleanna seriously considers, setting all three of the none whispering bastards on fire. Instead she decides to demonstrate her displeasure, in the most logical way she can think of. She is violently ill, all over the floor. Feeling slightly better, she rolls away from the vomit. Drags herself up using a near by table, and grabs a pitcher of luke warm water. The water is rapidly drained, and she collapses into a set. Eyeing the mess she made, she grumbles.
"That's what you get for not 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 28, 2016 12:47:25 GMT -8
Krenna sighed. It wasn't the first time she'd seen some poor slob drunk tossing his dinner onto the floor after a long night of drinking. That being said, she still wasn't going to clean up the mess.
Krenna walked over to Oleanna and propped her up with one arm. "Come on, a hot bath will help with the headache and the gut rot." If Oleanna lets her, she leads her to the bathing area and heats up a bath while Oleanna undresses.
If Feru and Syros pay much attention to the other two, Krenna doesn't notice. For one, she has no desire to leer at the happy couple. For another, she has no desire for them to see the slight blush in her cheeks over the happy couple.
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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 28, 2016 14:31:49 GMT -8
Digging through cabinets and grumbling, she wrinkled her nose at the realization that they were running low on food. That wouldn't do at all. Maybe she should hire someone to run this place while she was out, take care of making sure the pantry stayed stocked and the rooms were clean, crap like that. Crap that she had no interest in taking care of. "That's it, I need to hire someone to make sure this place runs properly. I'm no good at that shit. I'll put out an ad after we eat."
Managing to find some rolls hidden in a corner, as well as some little clay jars with butter and a few different kinds of jam, she dragged these out and was about to carry them into the main area.. when the scent of vomit wafted back to here. With a very hairball-esque sound, she kicked the door to the kitchen shut and set everything down on the table in there, before running around and opening all the windows. "Fucking hell, times like this I hate having such a sensitive nose." Inhaling deeply of the fresher outside air, she then returned to the table with a grumble, hopping up onto a stool and settling in to eat.
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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 29, 2016 10:44:00 GMT -8
Syros watched Feru curiously, though in the end only took a single bread roll from those she brought out into the kitchen. He sat down there on any kind of chair or stool he could find, figuring that if the cat-woman could not stand the thought of going back into the main room then there was probably a good reason. Never-the-less, he'd be quite happy to just sit there fill his stomach a little.
"So what will you be doing next?" He asked, curiosity in his tone. "I assume you plan to go out on more missions? Or do business-y related activities?"
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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 29, 2016 16:28:42 GMT -8
Shoulders rolling in a shrug, she ripped open a roll, buttered it heavily, and then slathered on some grape jam, before taking a sizable bite. Once she had chewed and swallowed, she licked a bit of jam from her lower lip, then spoke. "First order of business is to go out and get some food for this place. Supplies are low. Then I'll hunt around for a job, maybe somethin' will have come up while I was.. busy."
Jade eyes glinted mischievously as she said that, and she grinned at him, offering a playful wink. Then took another huge bite of her roll, finishing off almost all of what remained. "You're welcome to come with me. See the sights and stuff. Not that there's much to Bayonne."
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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 29, 2016 18:15:47 GMT -8
Oleanna strips not even waiting for Krenna to turn away. Once she is naked, she slips into the bath. Heating it to scalding with a bit of magic.
"I need a fight! Or a fuck! Something to stop me from drinking. I am so bored."
Evidently the mixture was working. Coupled with the vomiting Oleanna felt less like death.
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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 29, 2016 18:24:32 GMT -8
Sighing at the elf, Krenna puts a towel on a small stool next to the bath. "Just don't drown."
She walked back out of the bath and out past the two overly friendly kitchen-dwellers. Grabbing her sanshin from its resting place against the chair by the fire, she shouted back through the doorway "I'll be back later, I need to go make a living." Her excitement about joining the company was wearing off already. She knew the potential was there, but all they seemed to do was drink and sleep with each other. She'd just have to think of a way to nudge them into action.
And then she was out the door of the building, heading down to the docks where she could busque for the merchants and dockworkers.
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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 Mar 1, 2016 16:22:29 GMT -8
"Do you not get people coming here with job offers? You have to go out and search for them yourself?" Syros asked, seeming rather surprised as he downed a mug of water and then wiped his mouth dry with a sigh of relief. "Either way, I'd be happy to come with you. I'm curious to know more about this place and the people who live here... Plus... Well, I've always found it difficult to remain indoors, or stay in one place for too long."
He gave a smile, then stretched his arms up above his head and gave a groan. His thoughts returned to his duty, to what he was there to do. How much longer would he be able to enjoy such peaceful nothings before purpose called to him once again and dragged him back into the hold of war?
He gave a slight, sad frown, but got rid of it by scrunching up his face.
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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 Mar 1, 2016 17:53:26 GMT -8
Once again, Feru shrugged. Mostly because she was in the process of buttering another roll and once again loading jam onto it - this time apple. "Eh, we're fairly new, so the people don't know our reputation, or to come to us, yet. But with the job I met you on, that lord should get the word out about us, which'll help a lot. Still, sometimes ya gotta go out and look for trouble to get into."
Taking a bite of her properly prepared roll, Feru looked up just in time to catch the frown that flashed across Syros' face. Her eyes widened, and she hastily swallowed, then leaned toward him, lowering her voice as she spoke. "..You okay?" Concern filled both her tone and her gaze, those jade hues sweeping anxiously across his face. She didn't like that look. It made something twist inside her in a very bad way.
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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 Mar 2, 2016 11:18:51 GMT -8
Syros looked back up at Feru when she leaned closer, then nodded his head in the affirmative. "Oh.. I'm fine, Feru. Just thinking about what could happen in the future and what I want to happen. But still, I think we'll be all right for now," he explained, placing his hand lightly upon the top of her head with a smile. "We just need to make the most of the time we have together."
He lightly ruffled her hair, then slid his fingers down her cheeks in a soft, brush-like motion.
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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 Mar 2, 2016 11:38:38 GMT -8
His explanation didn't fill her with confidence, but it would suffice, for now. Especially since it garnered her a head-rub. She purred as he ruffled her hair and dragged his fingers down her cheek, head turning briefly to nuzzle his palm. "Okay. I've never really done the whole uh.. feelin's thing before, but.. ya can talk to me, if ya ever need to." And that was all she'd say on the matter. Especially since she was now focused on stuffing her face again.
Once she'd consumed enough to fill her rumbling belly, she stretched, and hopped down off her stool. "Right! Time to go put on clothes and then do all that borin' responsibility shit." As she strutted past Syros, her tail flicked out and caressed his bare abdomen. Possibly innocent. Until she gave him a grin and a wink. Then, covering her mouth and nose with a hand, she darted through the common area and back upstairs to her room. Their room? Eh, who cared.
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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 Mar 2, 2016 20:33:42 GMT -8
Syros gave her a smile of acknowledgement. "I see, thank you for offering. You can similarly talk to me about whatever you need to, whenever you need to. I've never been particularly good at 'feelings' either, but I'm always available if you need me," he told her as he took another bread roll and slowly ate it while Feru finished her own food.
He gave no specific reaction to her flirting, but as she made her way up the stairs he realized the chill of the morning against his bare skin and that he had neglected to properly dress himself just the same as her. "Wait for me, I need my own clothes," he told her with a yawn, following her up to the room they had shared.
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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 Mar 2, 2016 20:41:28 GMT -8
Struggling quickly into the remainder of her attire, Feru waited only long enough for Syros to finish dressing, before grabbing his hand and veritably dragging him out of the room, and down to the common area. There, she grabbed Meatwhacker from its leaning spot and then hauled ass out of the building, into the streets.
<Exit to Bayonne>
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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 Mar 6, 2016 16:20:41 GMT -8
Near to dark, Krenna finally came back through the doors of the Bolts & Brawlers headquarters. The fire had burned low, and the smell of old vomit hung in the air. Did Oleanna pass out in the bath and drown?
Having earned a few more coins than usual, she had purchased a whole chicken and some spices on the way back from working at the dockyard taverns. She replenished and stoked the cooking fire, removing the last bits of pig from the skewer with a carving fork and burning the rest off in the coals. Rummaging through the larder in the kitchen, she found some lard and slathered it on the now hot skewer, then speared the chicken from tail to neck. After placing the skewer back on its racks, she applied some butter underneath the skin, and some ground spices to the outside. She had learned how to cook fowl this way from one of the innkeepers in the dock ward, and it was always delicious.
Wrinkling her nose at the smell of the stale vomit, she gathered up some towels and threw them down on top of the drying puddle, then propped the doors of the building open to alleviate the effect the odor was having on her appetite. Sighing, she decided to check on Oleanna to make sure she was either actually dead, or if not, not pickled in the bath.
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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 Mar 6, 2016 16:34:02 GMT -8
Roxanne walks through the door, glancing around.
"What's this now?"
She'd seen flyers advertising for new members, and had thought it seemed interesting. She'd never worked for a company before, but her cousin Raena had done it and she'd figured that it could be an easy source of cash. Job security would certainly beat waiting around eating stale bread until a new contract came through.
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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 Mar 6, 2016 16:38:47 GMT -8
Before Krenna made it into the baths, she heard the steps of hard boots on the wooden floor of the tavern room, and a voice just behind it. She thought it might be Feru, but it might be someone looking to hire the group too. Deciding to ignore Oleanna for the moment, she wheeled around and walked back out to the main room.
The woman waiting for her was definitely not Feru. "Oh, uh, hi. Can I help you with something?" She gave the woman an appraising glance. Full suit of armor, sword, traveling pack... It seemed less likely that she was here for work than to hire.
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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 Mar 6, 2016 16:42:46 GMT -8
Roxy looks over at the orc woman, smiling.
"Ah, hello! I was...er...looking for work. I'd heard that you're hiring swords, is that correct?"
She looks around the tavern approvingly.
"Nice place you got here."
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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 Mar 6, 2016 16:48:14 GMT -8
"Ah, yes," Krenna responded. "The boss is out at the moment. I think looking for work for us... Maybe?"
"Anyway, name's Krenna." She gestured to the tables and chairs around the room. "Feel free to wait for her to come back. I'm just the bard, so I can't offer you much more than hospitality." Just the bard. The thought made her a little happier about the present circumstances. "Help yourself to drink. I just put the bird on the fire, so it won't be done for a while, but I think there's probably bread and fruit around in the back."
"Just, uh, watch out for that mess on the floor over there," she says, pointing to where she had put the rags over Oleanna's previous meal.
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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 Mar 6, 2016 16:57:52 GMT -8
"Huh?"
Roxy glances over at the mess on the floor briefly, then looks glances over to the fire with the bird over it.
"Oh, I'm Roxanne. Call me Roxy. Nice to meet you, Krenna."
She licks her lips, anticipating a good meal.
"Mmm, I can't wait. I haven't had a good meal in such a long time."
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