Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276 
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jul 6, 2016 19:58:10 GMT -8
"Big, fancy but not too fancy. I think we can find you something appropriate." Taking another shot of the Nightfyre, she looked down at Rupert as he clambered onto the bar.. and dunked his face into a shot glass full of liquor, and apparently staring downward in fascination. Unable to help herself, she blurted a laugh and then tried to hide her continuing giggles behind her hand. Which turned out to be entirely in vain, as she couldn't stop herself from laughing at the undead creature's amusing antics. Finally, when her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glassy with unshed tears of mirth, she reached over and gently ran the tip of her finger down the squirrel's back to the tip of his fluffy tail.
"I do not know how you did it, Valerian, but I am infinitely pleased that Rupert has such an endearing personality. He is the perfect complement to you." Looking over at the Admiral, there was a momentary flicker of something within her golden eyes.. something that was deeper than the friendly admiration she'd shown thus far. And whatever it was seemed to frighten her, as she abruptly pushed away from the bar and stood, turning her gaze to the floor.
"Well. I believe that is enough revelry for me for one night. Do you wish to return to the quarters provided you at the Sun Marshal headquarters, or will you be taking a room here for the evening?" She was just on the right side of tipsy, capable of leading him back to the HQ (where her own room was) without difficulty.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Jul 6, 2016 21:26:54 GMT -8
The sexy bunny girl hostess Skarlet had begun her shift to the pleasure of many onlookers, her luscious body was always an eye-pleaser to the crowds. She performed her usual duties of placing customers at tables and occasionally helping the wait staff.
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Valerian Kastimeer
Established
Roleplay posts: 48 
Age: 32
Physical Description: Valerian is of average height at 5'10", with the lean build of a climber and fighter. Black hair is kept cut fairly short, with the bangs hanging over his brow but not quite in his eyes and the rest roughly matching that theme. His eyes are black, with iris and pupil indistinguishable from each other. Valerian looks young for his age, often taken to be five or more years younger than he in fact is. Typically on his shoulder, but sometimes in a pocket, is the undead squirrel companion that Valerian has named "Rupert."
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Valerian is almost constantly clad in a semi-formal blue uniform, complete with award ribbons, a gold command braid, and shoulder and collar rank insignia. The uniform can include a long black coat in inclement weather. It is exceedingly rare for Valerian to be seen without his weapon; a broad-headed spear of variable properties. At times it is standard length for a battle spear, comfortably wielded in two hands and impossible to wield with one; at others it is short enough to use one-handed. Similar to the spear, Valerian is never seen without the white gloves he wears -- those gloves bear some arcane symbol on the back of the hand. Rounding out his equipment is an assortment of pouches in pockets and occasionally on his belt, their contents mostly as mysterious as the symbol on his gloves.
Player's online availability : Varies.
Registered: May 4, 2016 20:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by Valerian Kastimeer on Jul 10, 2016 15:53:31 GMT -8
Valerian didn't seem to notice what Rupert was doing until Emahra Untyrid reacted; when she did, he looked down at Rupert... and sighed. One brow rose, but Valerian said nothing -- the little squirrel didn't speak, after all, and Valerian didn't think he understood, either. Her commentary, though, seemed to surprise him, and he pondered for a moment before speaking. "...I'm not sure, honestly. I merely raised him; perhaps that is what he would have been like in life, with all the fear and anxiety of being a squirrel removed." The Admiral shrugged slightly; he had often pondered Rupert's weirdness, and never come to an answer he liked. Normally undead were instilled with some kind of purpose or programming, but he had done nothing of the sort with Rupert.
He took a moment to respond to her final question, seemingly weighing the options before signalling to Gothmog for another drink and speaking. "I believe I will remain here, at least for a time... ponder my new duties and all that... unless you require an escort?" Valerian looked as though he did not expect her to, but was nonetheless willing.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jul 10, 2016 16:09:05 GMT -8
"An interesting thought." She looked at Rupert with open amusement, then glanced back to Valerian as he answered her question. Emahra clearly argued with herself for a few moments, then shook her head and stepped back.
"No.. I do not require an escort. I would not object to your company on the walk, but I will not tear you from your merrymaking. Have a nice evening, Admiral. I will see you tomorrow." Ducking her head in a quick half-bow of respect, she spun a precise about-face and departed the building. She also looked angry and like she was cursing herself, but she didn't stop.. just walked.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jul 10, 2016 18:56:25 GMT -8
Gothmig deftly slid the hard-drinking Admiral another shot, which would arrive perfectly in his hand provided he didn't do anything stupid. He watched the pair's discussion as he continued to pour drinks for them and himself, chuckling at Valerian's noble gesture and outright laughing at Ema's response. When she left, he clapped Valerian on the shoulder.
"My friend, you do realize you just missed a splendid opportunity with her right? To the point where if you ran after her right now, you could catch her and have an excellent evening. We can drink together another time! But there is only so many opportunities a man gets like that in his life, be a shame to pass it up."
He winked at his friend and would shove him towards the door. He had plenty of such opportunities himself, but had no desire for any of these land-lubbers. No, he desired a good sea-wench. Or a ship, either would do, and captaining a good ship with a good crew was better than sex any day of the week.
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Valerian Kastimeer
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 32
Physical Description: Valerian is of average height at 5'10", with the lean build of a climber and fighter. Black hair is kept cut fairly short, with the bangs hanging over his brow but not quite in his eyes and the rest roughly matching that theme. His eyes are black, with iris and pupil indistinguishable from each other. Valerian looks young for his age, often taken to be five or more years younger than he in fact is. Typically on his shoulder, but sometimes in a pocket, is the undead squirrel companion that Valerian has named "Rupert."
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Valerian is almost constantly clad in a semi-formal blue uniform, complete with award ribbons, a gold command braid, and shoulder and collar rank insignia. The uniform can include a long black coat in inclement weather. It is exceedingly rare for Valerian to be seen without his weapon; a broad-headed spear of variable properties. At times it is standard length for a battle spear, comfortably wielded in two hands and impossible to wield with one; at others it is short enough to use one-handed. Similar to the spear, Valerian is never seen without the white gloves he wears -- those gloves bear some arcane symbol on the back of the hand. Rounding out his equipment is an assortment of pouches in pockets and occasionally on his belt, their contents mostly as mysterious as the symbol on his gloves.
Player's online availability : Varies.
Registered: May 4, 2016 20:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by Valerian Kastimeer on Jul 10, 2016 19:45:46 GMT -8
Valerian resisted Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail's shove -- with effort; the orc was quite strong -- and only smiled faintly as he watched Emahra leave. He took a moment to speak. When he did, his tone was... contemplative. "Ah, my friend, perhaps I'm playing a longer game than that." Valerian tossed back another of those shots; even as much as he'd drank, he clearly still had himself under control. His face was fairly slack, and after Gothmog's shove he was none too steady on his stool for a moment, but he didn't look at all lost in drink.
Rupert, on the other hand, apparently was. He had extracted that nut from... somewhere; he didn't seem to move, but the nut was again held in his paws... and seemed to be washing it in that shot he had, a moment ago, had his head in. Valerian didn't seem to notice.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jul 11, 2016 4:21:19 GMT -8
"My advice took that into consideration. The woman left with some hesitation, but it is not like you to pass up such an opportunity. This one is different then. I could see it at dinner, and your decision to not go confirmed my interpretation of your thoughts."
He passed Valerian one last drink and poured himself his last one as well. He looked appraisingly at his friend for a few moments before asking another question.
"So tell me. Did you take the job because you wanted it, or because it would mean you got to see more of her?"
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Valerian Kastimeer
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 32
Physical Description: Valerian is of average height at 5'10", with the lean build of a climber and fighter. Black hair is kept cut fairly short, with the bangs hanging over his brow but not quite in his eyes and the rest roughly matching that theme. His eyes are black, with iris and pupil indistinguishable from each other. Valerian looks young for his age, often taken to be five or more years younger than he in fact is. Typically on his shoulder, but sometimes in a pocket, is the undead squirrel companion that Valerian has named "Rupert."
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------
Valerian is almost constantly clad in a semi-formal blue uniform, complete with award ribbons, a gold command braid, and shoulder and collar rank insignia. The uniform can include a long black coat in inclement weather. It is exceedingly rare for Valerian to be seen without his weapon; a broad-headed spear of variable properties. At times it is standard length for a battle spear, comfortably wielded in two hands and impossible to wield with one; at others it is short enough to use one-handed. Similar to the spear, Valerian is never seen without the white gloves he wears -- those gloves bear some arcane symbol on the back of the hand. Rounding out his equipment is an assortment of pouches in pockets and occasionally on his belt, their contents mostly as mysterious as the symbol on his gloves.
Player's online availability : Varies.
Registered: May 4, 2016 20:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by Valerian Kastimeer on Jul 11, 2016 12:46:14 GMT -8
"Well, aren't you a philosopher tonight." Valerian smirked faintly as he moved to take that last drink, tossing it back and sliding the empty shot glass back to Gothmog. Rupert, meanwhile, had apparently gotten bored; the little squirrel placed that nut next to Gothmog's hand, actually bowed, and then scrambled back up to perch on Valerian's shoulder.
"I wanted the job before I knew she existed, man... but you could definitely say she's an added incentive. Very intriguing woman."
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jul 12, 2016 5:41:50 GMT -8
"I have always been wiser than you. Though Rupert may be the smartest of us all."
He gave a mini bow to the undead squirrel then picked the nut up between two fingers and cracking it with ease. He pulled another nut out from underneath the counter and presented it to the squirrel.
"I would say so. There is far more to her than meets the eye. Yes, far more. But she would make a fitting companion for you I think."
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Valerian Kastimeer
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 32
Physical Description: Valerian is of average height at 5'10", with the lean build of a climber and fighter. Black hair is kept cut fairly short, with the bangs hanging over his brow but not quite in his eyes and the rest roughly matching that theme. His eyes are black, with iris and pupil indistinguishable from each other. Valerian looks young for his age, often taken to be five or more years younger than he in fact is. Typically on his shoulder, but sometimes in a pocket, is the undead squirrel companion that Valerian has named "Rupert."
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------
Valerian is almost constantly clad in a semi-formal blue uniform, complete with award ribbons, a gold command braid, and shoulder and collar rank insignia. The uniform can include a long black coat in inclement weather. It is exceedingly rare for Valerian to be seen without his weapon; a broad-headed spear of variable properties. At times it is standard length for a battle spear, comfortably wielded in two hands and impossible to wield with one; at others it is short enough to use one-handed. Similar to the spear, Valerian is never seen without the white gloves he wears -- those gloves bear some arcane symbol on the back of the hand. Rounding out his equipment is an assortment of pouches in pockets and occasionally on his belt, their contents mostly as mysterious as the symbol on his gloves.
Player's online availability : Varies.
Registered: May 4, 2016 20:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by Valerian Kastimeer on Jul 12, 2016 17:29:12 GMT -8
Valerian only chuckled, shaking his head, at Gothmog. Rupert took that nut and actually bowed to Gothmog, though he looked at the nut suspiciously as Valerian waved a hand lazily and stood.
"I believe I'll get some rest, my friend. Best I be rested tomorrow, if I'm going to be looking around with her." A grin given to his comrade, and then Valerian strolled out of The Midnight Sun, Rupert on his shoulder still examining that nut as though convinced it were a trap.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jul 12, 2016 17:50:54 GMT -8
He waved a hand back at the Admiral as he walked away, giving the squirrel a respectful smirk.
"Plenty of rest you will need most likely, given that you may not receive any tomorrow night...or at all during the day. I am certain he will find a place to lie down though."
Gothmog grinned and grabbed another bottle, this time heading back onto the streets. He desired to see more of this city, a city he had not yet been to, and had spent far too little time in so far. And he had a friend to find, he hoped.
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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 Aug 1, 2016 21:47:50 GMT -8
Roxanne walked through the door and glanced about at the bar. She'd heard of the Midnight Sun's reputation, but had never set foot inside before. She watched the bustling bartenders, the rowdy crowds, the tricky gamblers...seemed like a fun place.
"So, this is where you're staying, Aegon? My uncle warned me about this place...told me that it was a pretty rough bar. Looks like my kind of place, though."
She paused, spotting a menu. It seemed that the bar here was well-stocked, although it used some sort of odd token system.
"Say, what do you think about stopping for a few drinks first? I've never been here, after all..."
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Aegon
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 238
Age: ??
Physical Description: Six and a half feet tall, lean and fit, his black hair still long now has a braid that comes down the right side of his chest. dark and steely. A full beard now adorns his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: He now wears simple clothes. A sleeveless black tunic, dark brown cloth trousers, leather sandals, often a leather cuirass. A green hald cloak adorns his shoulders and can be used as a hood if he needs one.
He still has several magical orbs in his possession that float around his person invisible unless used. Those that glimpse them see golden orbs etched with various geometric patterns and studded with gems. Each with a secret.
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Registered: Jul 16, 2015 21:33:03 GMT -8
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Post by Aegon on Aug 2, 2016 8:47:27 GMT -8
Aegon entered, he wasn't cloaked like he preferred in a place like this but he'll manage for Roxanne, "Sounds like a fine idea." Indeed it did, perhaps some drinks will calm his nerves.
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The Midnight Sun
Committed
Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:24:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Aug 2, 2016 22:41:18 GMT -8
As the pair sat down at the bar, a rather short and busty woman scurried up to them holding a large tankard of ale.
"Good evening, you two! Welcome to the Midnight Sun. Have you been here before? Would you like to see a menu, or are you ready to order?"
Aegon and Roxanne might notice a name tag reading "Ellen" pinned to the bartender's corset. She smiled brightly at them, filling up a nearby patron's mug.
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Aegon
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 238
Age: ??
Physical Description: Six and a half feet tall, lean and fit, his black hair still long now has a braid that comes down the right side of his chest. dark and steely. A full beard now adorns his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: He now wears simple clothes. A sleeveless black tunic, dark brown cloth trousers, leather sandals, often a leather cuirass. A green hald cloak adorns his shoulders and can be used as a hood if he needs one.
He still has several magical orbs in his possession that float around his person invisible unless used. Those that glimpse them see golden orbs etched with various geometric patterns and studded with gems. Each with a secret.
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Registered: Jul 16, 2015 21:33:03 GMT -8
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Post by Aegon on Aug 3, 2016 9:08:07 GMT -8
Aegon was felling insecure, his eyes looking around trying to take note of the exits and dangerous looking people. The bartender drug his to her, "First time at the bar itself." Aegon was not very pleased with the shear number of people around him and no cover from his enchanted item that would make him go unnoticed by the patrons... or anyone he didn't talk to or make direct contact with.
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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 Aug 3, 2016 22:41:30 GMT -8
Roxanne glanced over at Aegon, noticing his discomfort. For a man who had seemed so brave and dashing earlier, he sure was shy in public. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it comfortingly, trying to calm him. She loved bars like this.
"I'll take a menu, please. We'll order in a bit."
Taking the menu from the bartender, she flipped through it and found that she had to pay in the bar's own token system. How annoying. They just had to be special, didn't they. She sighed, turning to Aegon.
"I'll be right back, Aegon. Gotta get some of their token things."
She walked off to the exchange counter and exchanged a couple of gold pieces for the bar's tokens. Once she was back, she leaned against Aegon and grabbed his hand again.
"So...any thoughts as to what you'd like to order? I'll pay."
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Aegon
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 238
Age: ??
Physical Description: Six and a half feet tall, lean and fit, his black hair still long now has a braid that comes down the right side of his chest. dark and steely. A full beard now adorns his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: He now wears simple clothes. A sleeveless black tunic, dark brown cloth trousers, leather sandals, often a leather cuirass. A green hald cloak adorns his shoulders and can be used as a hood if he needs one.
He still has several magical orbs in his possession that float around his person invisible unless used. Those that glimpse them see golden orbs etched with various geometric patterns and studded with gems. Each with a secret.
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Registered: Jul 16, 2015 21:33:03 GMT -8
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Post by Aegon on Aug 4, 2016 9:20:53 GMT -8
Aegon read the menu but he spotted a challenge. Nightfyre, two shots and walk in a straight line they are free? As long as it isn't wine Aegon can pretty much drink enough booze to kill a mammoth. ... And if he failed the challenge it meant that his nerves would be calm, a win win.
"Nightfyre, two shots."
He looked at Roxy, "If I can't walk in a straight line afterwards I'll pay" He spoke with an air of confidence. Though her previous experience with him and liquor might make her doubt him. Damn wine.
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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 Aug 4, 2016 15:02:13 GMT -8
Roxanne chuckled, nodding. That sounded like fun. How strong was this Nightfyre that it could stop someone from walking straight in just two shots? "Alright, Aegon. That sounds like fun. Just two, though? That's not very much, you know. Makes you wonder what they put in it. And I'd like a mug of ale, please. Local brew." Glancing around, she added: "Where did Trinity go? Does she just run around outside like this a lot?" As she asked, she remembered blackcat and wondered where he was. Probably up to no good. |
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The Midnight Sun
Committed
Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:24:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Aug 4, 2016 15:33:57 GMT -8
Ellen nodded, and bustled off to get the drinks. A moment later, she returned with two shots and a mug of ale for Roxanne. Before she set them down, she gestured for Aegon to look across the bar at a nine-foot orc, lying unconscious against a wall.
"Walking isn't even half of it, mister. Just standing up is already quite a challenge. And that orc over there didn't even make it to the second shot. Good luck."
She grinned, and walked around the counter to stand beside Aegon.
"Whenever you're ready. Two shots, and walk to the door."
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Tilus
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 27
Physical Description: Dark brown thick hair, a thin nose and lips of similar proportion, and a defined jaw line. He has the general appearance of a human. His skin is lightly tanned, and his body well built to that of a muscle builder. He stands at 6'2", and weighs 223 lbs. He is marked with a few burn scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Tilus wears his armor as proof of his charred ability. Originally, his armor was the color of most typical iron armors, although the constant use of his magics charred the armor, adding a burnt look to it. In towns, he does not wear a helmet, but it is noted he is usually found wearing full-plate armor aside from that.
Equipment:
-Full-plate armor; gauntlets spiked
-Claymore (greatsword)
-Torch
-Belt with coin purse (10) and any keys.
Player's online availability : Not often
Registered: Aug 5, 2016 17:29:43 GMT -8
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Post by Tilus on Aug 5, 2016 19:57:53 GMT -8
Tilus opened the door to what seemed like to him, a place of interest. If place of interest means food, ale, and some relaxation, then quite possibly. Regardless, he mindlessly walked right in, taking a seat right at the bar. Taking in the atmosphere of the place, he took a deep breath in, then out. Tilus jumped to place his helmet on the bar, so as to prevent anyone from picking up any hostility from him. "Hello, I'll take a mug of ale!" Tilus called out to one of the fancier dressed bartenders.
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