The Midnight Sun
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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.
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Aug 8, 2016 19:37:37 GMT -8
Just a few moments after Fenrir Skargard sat down, Elin swept over to take his order, winking flirtatiously. The tall and blond bartender looked the fluffy werewolf up and down, licking her lips and leaning forward over the bar. She liked werewolves (because they were cute), and she liked adventurers (because they tipped well). Luckily for her, it seemed as though this new customer was both. "Well, hello there! Welcome to the Midnight Sun, sir. Is there... anything I can do for you? A mug of ale, perhaps? A glass of wine? Or maybe something stronger for you, hmm? You seem like you could handle it." She slid him a glossy menu, giving him a sparkling-white smile. |
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Fenrir Skargard
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Aug 9, 2016 4:10:17 GMT -8
Fenrir, completely unfamiliar with any flirting technique that did not involve copious amounts of dead animals and play-fighting, was unperturbed by the woman's advances, merely attributing them to human quirkiness. He ignored the menu, instead fixing her with a cold look as he considered his drink options. His tribe had never had much in the way of alcohol, and he had only recently become acquianted with it, but found he quite liked it.
"Something stronger I think, what that might be is entirely up to you. I may take you up on that anything offer if you're not too busy to answer a few questions."
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The Midnight Sun
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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 9, 2016 9:00:03 GMT -8
Elin nodded, somewhat disappointed at his lack of interest. The wolf-man was treating her as though she weren't tall and blond and hot! How dare he? Nevertheless, she poured him a rather large glass of brandy and set it out in front of him, still smiling. If he wanted to take her up on her offer of _anything_, perhaps there was still hope! She leaned over the counter again, propping herself up on her elbows.
"A few questions? Ask away, sir. I'll answer anything I can."
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Fenrir Skargard
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Aug 9, 2016 9:49:06 GMT -8
"Why do you keep looking at me like that? Its a strange look I have never seen on a human before."
His voice was calm, slightly curious even as he asked the innocent question. He knew little of humans besides the best ways to kill, track, or avoid them, and figured he should learn a bit more. And who better to teach him than a bartender?
He took a long gulp of the brandy, suppressing the cough generated by the burning in his throat. It was strong, but tasted good, he was just unused to such things.
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The Midnight Sun
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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 9, 2016 10:15:06 GMT -8
Elin blinked in surprise, taken aback by how oblivious the werewolf was. He really didn't know? How...innocent. Was he just not used to being around people? It certainly seemed that way.
"Why do I keep looking at you like that? Well...I think you're cute, for one."
May as well be clear about it, after all. No reason to confuse the poor fella. Besides, she figured, it would be funny to see the look of realization on his fluffy white face.
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Fenrir Skargard
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Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Aug 9, 2016 12:48:50 GMT -8
"You think I am...cute? Like a puppy or other small animal?"
He clearly found the concept amusing, laughter ringing out from his muzzle, but it was friendly, not aimed at Elin at all. His voice was surprisingly refined for a creature of his kind, and he sounded educated, though in what was anybody's guess.
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The Midnight Sun
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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 9, 2016 13:01:36 GMT -8
Elin nodded, giggling at his reaction. He seemed like such a nice lad. So friendly and innocent! He sounded smart, too. That was always a bonus. Nothing worse than someone who spoke like they'd just grown a mouth after living with rock ogres their whole lives.
"Yes, you're very cute! Soft fur, big eyes..."
She would have gone on, but Ellen walked by and nudged her with an elbow.
"Elin, there's more than one customer in this bar. Stop flirting and get to work."
Elin looked down at Ellen, grumbling.
"Fine, just give me a minute."
Looking back up at Fenrir, she gave an apologetic smile.
"I have to go. You should come back here later, though! I'm here all the time, except for Tuesdays."
Waving, she bustled off to serve other customers, leaving Fenrir alone.
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Aug 10, 2016 9:17:26 GMT -8
"How would you know if my fur is soft...alright then, I am certain I will be back here at some point. I will just make sure its not a Tuesday I guess."
Humans were such strange creatures he mused to himself. He turned around to place his back to the bar while he sipped his brandy and looked about the Midnight Sun. Certainly an interesting crowd this place attracted, and a varied one, himself included.
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The Starlight Dawn
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Roleplay posts: 116
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun/Starlight Dawn, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 5:08:38 GMT -8
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Post by The Starlight Dawn on Aug 10, 2016 21:47:02 GMT -8
For a while, Fenrir is left to his own devices; to sip at his brandy as he pleases. However, just as the glass is set down empty, one of the bartenders- a wholly unremarkable man, save for the color of his hair: bright green- comes by with a second glass, which he places in place of the other, whisking the empty glass away and leaving as quickly as he appeared. The glass that he leaves is another glass of brandy, just like the first. However, an astute observer might note, upon picking the glass up, that folded onto the underside is a bit of parchment. Once unfolded, the parchment reads as follows in a rough, but legible scrawl.
Looking for a job? Come to room 22 of the Inn. Second floor to the left. The note is unsigned, and the bartender who delivered it has since disappeared to places unknown. Probably just the other side of the bar, really. But he isn’t visible, at least. A similar note also makes its way into the hands of Roxanne Fletcher. |
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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 10, 2016 22:05:08 GMT -8
Roxanne turned away from Aegon for a moment, and spotted a piece of paper slipped under her (now refilled) drink. How odd. Where had that come from? She picked up the note, looking it over curiously. Looking for a job? She always was. It was odd that they offered it to her in particular, though. Still, perhaps they'd heard of her or something. Who knew? She could always refuse the job if it was something humiliating or low-paying. Leaning over from her seat, she kissed Aegon gently on the cheek to get his attention.
"Hey Aegon...look at this. Someone just offered me a job. I'm going to go check it out, ok? I'm curious. Today was fun, and...I'll see you around soon. Bye!"
Hopping off her barstool, she kissed him again and made her way towards the mysterious room 22. Who had left her the note? Why her? She hadn't thought her reputation had spread outside of maybe one or two little villages. Upon reaching the room, she knocked on the door.
"Hello? Anyone here? I was told to come here if I'm looking for a job..."
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The Starlight Dawn
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Roleplay posts: 116
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun/Starlight Dawn, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 5:08:38 GMT -8
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Post by The Starlight Dawn on Aug 10, 2016 22:15:45 GMT -8
From within, a voice rings out. Though it is muffled- going through the door and whatnot, it seems to be a male voice.
“Come in. Have a seat. Don’t touch anything. I’ll be with you in a moment.”
It speaks with no particular inflection of voice. It simply speaks. Roxanne would find the door unlocked.
Past the door is a room that would seem be one of The Midnight Sun’s standard inn rooms. Nothing particularly strange about it. A bed, a dresser, a table in one corner- all of the usual amenities. A particularly intricate woven rug graces the floor in the center of the room, but beyond that- and of course the items on the table, the room is like any other. Interestingly enough, however, there are seemingly no beings- human or any other sort occupying the room.
However, the items on the table are of particular interest. Furthest away from the sides of the table that can be sat at, nestled into the corner of the wall, a small crystal ball sits. Small shining bits of magic float about seemingly aimlessly within, but it appears dormant. Beyond that, there are also eight pieces of parchment laid on the table in two rows of four. Going from top left to bottom right, each one is numbered with a digit, “1” through “8”. Beyond the numerals, nothing else is visible on the side of the parchment facing up.
The voice does not speak again as Roxy presumably enters the room, and the door does not lock behind her.
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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 10, 2016 22:30:14 GMT -8
Roxanne walked through the door, glancing about curiously. This was very odd indeed, and ever-so-slightly suspicious. Nobody was in here, that was clear enough. Who was talking, then? A voice in her head? A telepathic cat? An invisible man? Who knew. Still, she figured it was best to follow the disembodied voice's directions. She sat down, and didn't touch anything. At least this way she would find out what the whole thing was about. She briefly wished that she'd brought her drink with her, but quickly decided that she'd made the right choice in leaving it. This was something she wanted to be sober for. Sober-ish, at least. The buzz from the one mug of ale wasn't too serious, at least. Bored, she stared absently into the crystal ball. She'd seen them a couple of times before, usually in treasure hordes, but had no idea how to use them. Magic wasn't her thing. Looking away from the ball, she contemplated the paper. One through eight...how odd. Was it some sort of game? Fortune-telling, perhaps? She was getting more curious with every passing moment. Sighing, she leaned her chair back on two legs and waited. There were no answers here. Not yet, anyway. Best to just wait for the mysterious voice to explain everything.
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Aug 11, 2016 12:57:36 GMT -8
Humans were strange creatures he thought to himself, and not for the first time that night either. Why would anyone would want green hair was beyond him. So strange, just be happy with the color you were born with, geez. It took him about a quarter of his drink to notice the note at the bottom, and when he read it, he got up from his barstool slowly, taking the drink with him and heading upstairs.
Fenrir knocks on the door when he reaches it as well, but does not wait for the command to enter, instead he tries the door knob as soon as he is done knocking, entering the unlocked room and stopping when he sees Roxanne.
"Please tell me that you didn't call me in here for the same reason that bartender would. Cause that was weird."
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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 11, 2016 13:59:26 GMT -8
As the door opened, Roxanne spun around in her seat, eager to finally get some answers. However, her excitement deflated slightly when a white wolf man walked through the door, seemingly just as confused as she was. What was he talking about? Had he been summoned here as well?
"I don't know what you're talking about, buddy. I didn't call anyone here. In fact, I just showed up because someone slipped me a note that said to come up here. What bartender are you talking about?"
She sighed, and gestured for him to take a seat. Company was nice, anyways.
"I'm Roxanne. Roxy for short. What's your name? What brought you here? I just want to find out what's going on."
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Aug 12, 2016 2:53:53 GMT -8
"I think she said her name was Elin? Bit of a strange girl, kinda tall and blonde. Seemed to think I was cute. Bit insulting come to think of it, I am hardly cute."
Fenrir took a sip of the brandy and sat down carefully on the offered seat, the chair groaning in protest at his bulk but remaining intact. He eyed the woman across from him, sizing her up. The note had mentioned a job, guess he wouldn't be going at it alone. Always good to have company along, particularly if they were capable.
"I'm Fenrir, and I got a note under my drink that said to come up here for a job. Thought maybe you knew more about that but I guess not."
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The Starlight Dawn
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Roleplay posts: 116
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun/Starlight Dawn, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 5:08:38 GMT -8
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Post by The Starlight Dawn on Aug 12, 2016 5:18:13 GMT -8
The silence immediately following Fenrir's statement is broken as someone- or something, clears their throat.
“He-hem.”
The sound seems to have come from the crystal ball sitting on the table. Before anyone has a very good chance to investigate or interject, it continues, “Welcome. Forgive my unorthodox method of communication. In normal circumstances, I would introduce myself, but these aren’t quite standard circumstances.”
The voice definitely at least seems to be sounding from the crystal ball. It would seem to be the same voice that beckoned Roxanne into the room, a male voice. An older male voice, at that. The sort of voice one might expect to hear from a scholar of middling age, or a kindly grandfather.
“In these circumstances, my identity is unimportant, and so are yours. The matter at hand is simply stated. I have a job that needs doing; a retrieval task. One that, in its doing, will be quite perilous. The two of you seem to be the sort suited to undertaking such a task successfully and with an appropriate amount of tact.”
As it continues, an astute listener might notice a certain sort of… peculiarity in the tone of its voice. Each word is conjugated with perfection verging on irritation. It also seems… almost unnatural. If one’s tone of voice can seem unnatural, that is. Whether this is a distortion on the part of whatever manner of magic may be in play to utilise the crystal ball, or if it is the speaker’s voice itself, is left to interpretation.
“However, before I go into the task itself, I must ask a few questions, to ensure that we are all in understanding. Firstly, I would like to know how I ought to refer to the pair of you. Communication without proper nouns is a hassle. You may refer to me as…”
The voice pauses for a moment, apparently hesitating.
“Benedict. That’s a nice enough name, as I understand. Secondly, I would like to know how long each of you have been in Isra, and what you know of this establishment: The Midnight Sun.”
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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 12, 2016 8:55:02 GMT -8
Roxanne nodded at Fenrir. He was kinda cute, in a fluffy sort of way. She decided against mentioning it, though. When the crystal ball began speaking, she immediately spun around to look. Was there anyone else in the room? No, it was just the crystal speaking. How odd. She noted the odd, precise method of speaking, and decided to chalk it up to the speaker probably being a wizard. Wizards spoke like that, didn't they? Always having to be super precise with their pronunciation? She'd heard something like that before, anyway.
When he mentioned the item recovery mission, she nodded. Item recovery was easy enough, usually. Find the item in a dungeon, slay the monsters, battle the final, most powerful demon/necromancer, pick up the item and any gold, gain experience, and get drunk at the bar. simple stuff. Something told her this would be different, though.
"Nice to meet you, Benedict. I'm Roxanne Fletcher. Roxy for short. I've been in Isra for...oh, a couple weeks. I've been to the city before, though. I'm staying with my uncle. And I've never been to the Midnight Sun before today, so I don't know a lot. I know it's kind of rough, and I know that they use these weird token things. That's all."
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Aug 13, 2016 18:10:00 GMT -8
Fenrir dismissed the strange enunciations and voice tones as yet another human peculiarity, probably due to the crystal ball this person was using as a conduit. He didn't particularly care for the fact that this person chose to stay hidden, he had no respect for this person as of yet, could not trust them either. Hiding behind all this smoke and mirrors, opting to remain mysterious and aloof did not engender trust from him. But, he did not need to trust this person in order to get paid by them.
"Fenrir is fine...Benedict. I have technically been in Isra since the Winterlands were inducted into it, though I did not acknowledge that until recently. I have been in the city itself for a couple of weeks now. As for the Midnight Sun, I know it is not just a tavern or Inn, or at least it didn't use to be just that."
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The Starlight Dawn
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Roleplay posts: 116
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun/Starlight Dawn, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 5:08:38 GMT -8
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Post by The Starlight Dawn on Aug 14, 2016 22:21:39 GMT -8
After Fenrir finishes speaking, a momentary silence falls over the room. Only a momentary silence, however, as the voice from the orb- Benedict, chimes in again, “I see. That will do. With that in mind, I’ll proceed to the assignment- but first a bit of context.”
“The Midnight Sun is one of the oldest establishments in Isra. It- as an entity, once possessed influence in the city surpassing all but the government itself. Several fortunes were made, hundreds of customers were served daily, and The Midnight Sun The breadth of the services The Sun preforms have lessened considerably since those old days, though.”
“What I am interested in is a relic of the past. A peculiar…” Benedict hesitates for a moment, choosing its next word carefully.
“Object,” he decides. “A peculiar object that has recently become relevant to my interests. One that- if my information is correct- is currently being held in one of the vaults beneath this establishment. Your mission will be to journey down to the vault in question, and obtain the item I require. You will be paid handsomely in gold if you can manage to complete the task where many have failed.”
On that morbid note, Benedict shuts up, inviting questions.
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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 14, 2016 23:20:23 GMT -8
Roxanne nodded thoughtfully, taking in the information. It seemed rather...suspicious to her. As though the mysterious Mr. Benedict were withholding information. Why the secrecy? Why the clearly-fake name? She leaned forward, staring into the crystal ball as though it had answers.
"Tell us, Benedict. If this is your item in your vaults, why not get it yourself? Send your own staff to get it. Why hire outsiders? Why us, in particular? We're both newcomers."
It was definitely suspicious. She could tell that right away. Her more sensible side was telling her to walk out the door, go home to Uncle Renalt's shop. If Roy were here, that's what she'd tell him to do. However, she wanted to satisfy her curiosity. This odd task intrigued her, and she was determined to get to the bottom of it.
"Also...how much gold are we talking? Give me a number sum. A 'handsome' amount to you might not be quite so handsome to me, especially with how secret this whole thing is. Why not come up and tell us in person? Why the crystal ball, Benedict?"
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