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 20, 2016 17:56:56 GMT -8
"Ooh...that's neat."
Roxanne listens, rapt. It's certainly an exciting story, and Oleanna is an interesting storyteller. The alcohol probably helps too. Once the tale is done, she gives some soft applause and lies back in the hot water.
"Ahh...I love baths. I never seem to get the opportunity to take them as often as I'd like, though."
She turns to see Krenna splashing and getting out of the water, chuckling as the tall half-orc tries to cover herself.
"Don't worry about that, Krenna. You'll be fiiiiine."
Closing her eyes and letting out a relaxed sigh, she waves to Krenna as she leaves.
"Mmm...this wine is really good. Gaulish wine really is the best, don't you think, Oleanna?"
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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 20, 2016 20:19:45 GMT -8
Glancing at Syros, she caught him looking at the lady's.. assets.. and when she saw the woman wink at the man... She bristled. It wasn't intentional, but her tail fluffed and her ears laid back, and a feline growl rumbled briefly before she could silence it. Crossing her arms, she eyed Vanelle as she spoke, her tail lashing angrily behind her. Sometimes she hated how her feline parts reflected her emotions, especially when she didn't want them to. "Eh? Sure, sure, sounds good to me. Just uh.. gimme a minute to find the paperwork, and once ya sign it, you'll be all set."
As she turned to go to the room which had been transformed into an office, she saw Krenna and blinked. "Oh, hey Krenna. I guess the job went well? Would ya mind lettin' the other girls know that you all need to sign contracts? Since we're tryin' to be all official and shit. Shoulda gotten all of ya to do it before you left on your jobs, but I forgot. This business shit is hard." As she moved toward the office at the back of the first floor, she passed by Syros, and reached out to grab his ass in a possessive gesture, before continuing on her way. He was hers, dammit, at least as long as they wanted each other.. pretty lady with the big rack could look, but Feru would eviscerate her if she touched.
Disappearing into the office, which was down a different hallway from the kitchens and bathing room, Feru lit the lamp there and shuffled around in the drawers of the desk that the room contained, muttering as she did so. There was a soft 'Aha!' when she found the contracts, and she laid out three of them before a quill and inkwell, clearly meant for Krenna, Oleanna, and Roxy. Another one was taken out to the front room where Vanelle was, along with a second set of quill and inkwell.
"S'pretty standard stuff. We get ten percent of whatever ya make - and you're free to choose whatever job ya want. We keep 'em posted up over there." After placing the items on a clear table space, she jerked her thumb toward the cork board on a wall where envelopes were tacked up. "That bit goes into the company funds, which we use to keep this place up and runnin', and as a resource for any gear ya may need. Ya need anythin', come to me, and I'll see it taken care of. There are empty rooms upstairs, if ya need a place to stay. Any questions?" She tilted her head, arching a brow in question.
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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 21, 2016 4:51:28 GMT -8
When he was grabbed inappropriately, Syros felt his cheeks blush with hot blood and tried to awkwardly look away from anyone else in order to hide it. He had no idea why Feru had done that, though as she passed into the back office room he decided not to ponder it too hard. Feru was a strange woman who did strange things, after all.
Now standing alone in the main room, he ruffled his hands through white hair and then pulled a chair from beneath a table in order to sit down. He gave a sigh, relaxed, then played with the shadows of his fingers under the light of the nearest window. He did look at Vanelle again, indeed it was hard not to. However they were only passing glances and friendly smiles, with the occasional perusal of her bust being rather rare indeed.
"Hello again Feru," he greeted the woman as she returned from the office with her papers, then set about laying down her contracts, terms and inkpots. A lawfully binding contract was one feature of this new, modern world that Syros would never understand - surely a contract could be destroyed, or crossed out and made invalid? Then again, being unable to understand the written words made it highly likely that he simply did not appreciate or truly comprehend what they were used for. Last he remembered, hieroglyphics were etched into sandstone and on sheets of wood with ink paste derived from plants and animal waste. Society certainly had advanced in the time he had slept in the unknown reaches of time.
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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 Mar 21, 2016 6:27:25 GMT -8
"The Gauls do for wine, what dwarves do for ale."
Oleanna lets out an appreciative sigh as she takes another drink. She had watched Krenna exit the bath. The girl was still young, naive and modest. The dame wondered how long before that passed. How long she could keep teasing the girl. The elf trails a hand up her scar. She suddenly feels every one of her years pressing down on her. Moon and stars, why did Roxy have to ask about her past. Scowling she pushes those thoughts down. Sinking deeper into the tub. She increases the temperature by another few degrees. Trying to burn away bad thoughts. Just as she always does.
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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 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
Roxanne soaks in the tub a little longer, relaxing and sipping her wine. After some time, she lifts the bottle to take another gulp and finds it empty.
"Aww..."
Sighing, she gets out of the bath and gets dressed (not being nearly as modest as Krenna) and heads upstairs to the bar. Once upstairs, she grabs another bottle of the expensive Gaulish wine and pops it open. Leaning back in a chair with her feet on a table, she rummages in her bag and pulls out a massive amount of letters.
"Hmm...I'll read Roy's letter first..."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 7:41:50 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2016 11:06:36 GMT -8
Vanelle would have had to have been blind, deaf, and dumb not to have noticed Feru's reaction to the way Vanelle winked at Syros. And Vanelle was so charmed by it. What it would be like to smooth all that fur?
Her smile changed. It was still warm, open, approachable. But there was a little sensual playfulness in her gaze now. "Take your time," she said to Feru as the bristly neko left the room to get the appropriate paperwork.
That, of course, left her alone with Syros, the object of Feru's obvious affection (if ass grabs are to be any indication). Syros obviously had a "No Touchy-Touchy" sign upon him, even though he didn't seem to realize it. Did Feru?
Vanelle made her way over the table, pulling out a chair to sit at the table's head, just to the side of Syros. She crossed her legs, comfortable and confident in her skin and in her finely made, sensual clothing. She leaned to one side, bracing her elbow on the curved arm of the chair and smiled at Syros.
"So, are you also an employee of the Bolts and Brawlers?" she asked, a relatively innocuous question that would lead to other avenues if she could get a read on how chatty Syros would be.
When Feru returned, however, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at Feru. "Thank you. Mm, alright. In truth, I expected a much larger cut."
She took up the quill and signed her name with an elegant flourish.
"There. Now that that's all concluded, would you mind showing me to my room?" she asked Feru, another innocuous question that may potentially lead, well, elsewhere.
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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 21, 2016 15:44:31 GMT -8
When Vanelle signed the contract, Feru lifted it up, blowing on the ink gently to encourage it to dry faster. "Eh, well, I did some calculatin', and it turns out that we started with enough capital that ten percent should do us pretty good for the foreseeable future." Once it was dry, she rolled up the contract, and glanced toward Roxy. "Oi, Roxy. Go into the office and sign your contract. Back that way. And drag Oleanna and Krenna with you." She gestured toward the hallway and then turned back to Vanelle, only to blink at the woman's words.
"I mean.. sure. C'mon. I'll be right back, Syros." The words were paired with a glance at her lover, before she ascended the stairs toward the second floor. It let them onto a hallway filled with doors, some of them marked as being occupied, others left slightly open to show they were vacant. Feru gestured idly toward them. "S'pretty much, take your pick." She pointed toward another flight of steps that led up to what had once been the attic. "My room's up there, so if I'm not downstairs or on a job, I'm prob'ly up there, if you need me." She glanced at Vanelle, one ear tilted forward, the other laid to the side, and arched a brow. "Anythin' else?"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 7:41:50 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2016 16:35:39 GMT -8
Vanelle pressed her hands against the table and stood, the beaded fringe of her gown chiming quietly as she walked over the catwoman. She took in the sights of the building, smiling pleasantly at those she came across. She ascended the stairs with a hypnotic sway to her hips with each step until she was on the second floor, looking at all of the empty rooms.
"No, thank you, I can make do from here." She didn't yet try to engage Feru in any other conversation. It seemed the woman was busy with her mind in different places. Vanelle could wait. She brushed past the neko towards one of the open doors, her manicured hand pressing to open the door and look inside without stepping in.
"Hm," she said to herself and moved onto the next. Clearly, she was looking for the best space of the options available to her.
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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 21, 2016 17:47:04 GMT -8
During Feru's trip to the office and when Vanelle spoke to him, Syros shook his head a little. "I'm not sure... I'm Feru's uhh... Friend... I guess boyfriend. I help her out with her jobs but I don't know if I'm really part of the team, though not that I mind," he explained to her with a mouth that never fully-closed as though right after his reply he planned to ask her a question of his own, though it was cut short by Feru's returning. He went quiet then and back to tapping his fingers on the table-top.
When Feru told him of her plan to show Vanelle to her room, he gave a silent nod to the both of them and leaned back in his chair to close his eyes and rest. He likely wouldn't do anything else until someone came for him.
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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 21, 2016 18:36:13 GMT -8
"Good." That was all she said, and she nodded once at Vanelle before going back downstairs. She made a beeline for Syros, and slid onto his lap, leaning into him as her ears laid back. "..I don't like the way she looked at you." That low feline growl was heard again as she leaned in, rubbing her cheek against his. Just like a cat marking its territory. She was his; he was hers. No woman - no matter how impressive her bosom - was going to come between them. ..Unless he wanted her to.
"..but if you're.. interested..." Her ears pressed flat to her head in distress as she pulled back, looking up at him. She wanted Syros to be happy, and they had an.. agreement, it was true, but there had been no promises of fidelity from either of them. Well, not really.. Feru had said she'd try not to sleep with anyone else while she was with him.. he hadn't. She was disturbed by the notion of him sleeping with Vanelle, and that fact.. well, disturbed her. Ugh, was she becoming normal? Was she going to start promising forevers and saying the L word? Ahh crap.
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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 21, 2016 20:36:44 GMT -8
Syros was rather surprised at the almost... Urgency of Feru as she slid immediately into his lap upon returning from the upper floors and leaning herself against him. He found himself blinking in momentary confusion, his arms winding around her waist and head leaning slightly against hers. When she explained why she appeared so upset, he let out a small laugh!
"Don't worry, Feru. I was just being friendly... I don't want to sleep with her. I mean, she is of course a nice looking woman but I am with you, aren't I? I have you to be with, I don't need anyone else."
Hoping his reassurances would sink in, he ruffled the top of her hair and pulled her further into his hold. "What will be happening for the rest of the day, anyway?"
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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 21, 2016 21:25:31 GMT -8
His laughter made her ears just press back further, the furry triangles nearly disappearing into her hair, until he spoke. His explanation made those ears slowly rise again, and tilt toward him, her jade green eyes losing their worried glint. And then, Feru smiled. He didn't need anyone else? Ego, stroked. "Ya sure know how to make a girl feel better." Having her hair ruffled, her nose twitched, and she immediately reached up, a semi-curled hand swiping across the fluffed locks. ..She really needed to learn how to do that like a normal person, not a cat. But, old habits died hard.
Settling happily against Syros, she propped her chin on his shoulder, nuzzling her nose into that sensitive space behind his ear as she shrugged. "Dunno. I figured we'd take a day or two to relax after that job, then go on another one. Gotta keep the money rollin' in, yanno?" She paused, considering, then her ears perked up. "Oh, we could go to the beach, if ya want. Bayonne's got a pretty nice beach, and the sea is really beautiful, with the ships goin' in and out of the harbor." She drew back just a bit, giving him a questioning look that soon turned lascivious. "We could go.. skinny dippin'." Her ears wiggled suggestively as she quirked a brow.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 7:41:50 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 22:11:53 GMT -8
Vanelle chose a room at the end of the hall. It had the best view, she found, and a closet that could almost be considered a walk-in.
Unaware of any conversations being had about her, Vanelle kept the door to her room wide open as she began to unpack her things and make herself right at home, personalizing her room with some luxurious touches.
Wealth may not be Lady Vanelle's top concern, but creature comforts were, most certainly.
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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 Mar 26, 2016 15:54:32 GMT -8
 | Around mid-day, an aged and well-dressed man walks through the doors of the Bolts & Brawlers headquarters. He takes a moment to look around the common room just before a look of disappointment crosses his stately face. His white gloved hands, crossed behind his back, one hand holding the other wrist, and a monocle perched upon his nose grant him a very serious air.
"I wish to speak to whomever owns this mercenary company," he speaks flatly with just enough intonation to impart his own importance, without actually inferring why he is important.
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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 26, 2016 18:23:20 GMT -8
Feru groaned as an unfamiliar voice interrupted her attempt to persuade Syros to go be naughty on the beach with her, but she sighed and, after bestowing her lover with a quick peck to the lips, rose from his lap. Turning to face the unknown man, she moved around the table and stopped with her hands planted on her hips, arching a brow. Snooty guy. Great. Just what she needed. "That'd be me. How can I help ya?" If he didn't have a job for them, Feru was going to kick his uppity ass right on out of the building and get back to seducing her.. boyfriend. Huh. Weird. That word wasn't as painful as she thought it would be.
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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 Mar 26, 2016 18:51:49 GMT -8
"I have come at the behest of my employer. You may call me Altan if you require a name." The man's voice was fluid, proud, submissive, and authoritative all at the same time.
"On the recommendation of a mutual acquaintance, we would like to commission your..." he paused a bit, as if mentally searching for the right almost-but-not-quite-belittling word, "Interesting group of sell-swords. My employer seeks a magical item of some power, believed to have been lost to time. We have, however, uncovered the probable location of the item. Would you and your mercenaries be amenable to such a task? And before you ask, yes, the compensation will be... Substantial."
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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 26, 2016 19:04:16 GMT -8
So it was a job. Feru was a mixture of pleased and annoyed. Jobs were good, because money was great; but how was she supposed to get Syros naked at the beach if she was working? Bah. Lifting her hands from her hips, she instead crossed her arms beneath her breasts, and leaned her posterior against the table beside her. "I'll answer that question once you answer a few for me. Startin' with, what's the item? Where are we goin'? How many of us do ya need for the job? And if we find anythin' of worth in the place where it is, do we get to keep it?"
A brow arched, head tilting, as she flicked her ears toward the man, awaiting the answers to her questions. Normally she would've asked about the money, too, but shit, the guy said the compensation would be 'substantial', so she'd just leave it at that, especially if he said they could loot the place where the magical whatsajigger was, too. They'd be golden, if that was the case. Maybe she could even afford to take a vacation to Carmela with Syros... That prospect alone was enough to make her ready to say 'yes', but she wanted her answers, first.
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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 Mar 26, 2016 19:13:18 GMT -8
Altan cocked an eyebrow in response to her questions. "A more astute response than I had expected. Very well. The item is a simple scepter with a minor enchantment. We are not interested in whatever else you may find in the ruins where we believe the scepter to be. Considering the location, it could be very dangerous -- you may wish to enlist every able-bodied member available. As for the location, we have traced it through various means to a lost city in the desert of Sorala. If you choose to accept our terms," Altair produces a rolled parchment sealed with wax, "we will disclose the exact location, as well as compensation for any supplies you may need for your expedition."
Throughout the entire explanation, Altair's face never deviated from that profession servant demeanor. It was as though he was addressing a guest of his employer, respectfully and truthfully, albeit with a grain of disdain for having to deal with someone of lesser social status than his employer.
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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 26, 2016 19:35:35 GMT -8
Feru's ears laid back slightly at the backhanded insult. Sure, she looked dumb, but she was a pretty smart cookie! Nothing was said on that matter, however, even if she did level a mild glare at the man for his presumptions of her apparent stupidity. Not the first time someone had underestimated her because of her looks, and probably wouldn't be the last, either. She listened closely as he detailed the job, and nodded slowly, her tail flicking behind her. Sakand. A dangerous place to be, since Medan had become Goraia and had annexed the desert nation. Her nose crinkled, pondering. Going to a place like that, the reward would have to be good...
"Alright, bud, ya got yerself a merc team. I'll sign whatever ya need signed and assemble my crew. We'll get everythin' we need supply-wise and pull out in no more than two days, startin' tomorrow. S'that okay with ya?" She was already calculating. Food, and lots of water. Unless Vanelle could create water, in which case, just food. Pack animals on which to cart supplies - hardy ones that could survive the desert. And mounts to expedite the journey. Good thing this guy's employer was going to be covering the bill for supplies.. it was going to be a hefty one.
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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 27, 2016 13:11:19 GMT -8
After signing the papers, Roxanne sits back down at the bar and waits for people to join her. Regardless of whether they do or don't, she does her best to finish the bottle of wine. It really would be a shame to let it go to waste, after all.
"Hmm...maybe I should hit the town later tonight. I'm boooored."
Pulling a letter from her bag, she opens it up and starts reading. It seems that Roy is well, and that he's gotten a girlfriend too. Good for him. Reaching into her pack again, she pulls out a small but heavy parcel. Unwrapping it, she unpacks all the fancy dark chocolates from Uncle Renalt. After a moment's hesitation, she unwraps one and eats it slowly, savoring the taste. She always did love chocolate and wine. They go so well together.
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