Zephiros
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Zephiros is not the most muscled of individuals, having a rather average build for someone his age who is physically active. He has blonde hair that reaches his neck and green eyes. He stands at about 5'10'' in height.
He appears to be somewhat younger than he actually is, and he has yet to decide if this is a good thing or not.
Clothes and Equipment: Zephiros wears a variety of things, though most of the times he prefers to wear his trusty jacket. It has a hood with fur on the fringes and is a tan color outside and orange inside. This is the only article of clothing he wears consistently. It acts very well as a windbreaker and rain coat as well.
He also carries with him a wooden carved flute. carved along the flute's length are many ornate designs depicting various creatures and symbols. All of these symbols and other carvings hold meaning to Zephiros and the flute itself also has sentimental value to him for reasons he does not share.
Registered: May 24, 2016 20:11:58 GMT -8
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Post by Zephiros on Sept 29, 2016 19:21:24 GMT -8
Zephiros seemed to be somewhat confused as to what exactly Grandma met, but his resolve still remained, "Yeah, if I didn't want to do this I wouldn't have signed up, and what do you mean by unsavory exactly?" he asked, somewhat curiously.
Would he be expected to commit some unspeakable atrocities in secret for Isra or something like that? He figured he might have to fight some people for real, and kill them as a Sun Marshal, something he was not quite ready for yet, but he guessed there would be training for that.
"As for shattering my innocence," Zephiros shrugged, "Well it was bound to happen sooner or later."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Sept 30, 2016 8:24:59 GMT -8
Grandma nods, she hadn’t expected to change the boy's mind, she just wanted to get this warning out of the way. It also might be used down the line to remind him he knew what he was signing up for…
“Impossible for me to say specifically what unsavory things you will run into, but it’s almost certain you will be ordered to do a task you might not feel right doing. Such things just come with this type of business and you will become more accustomed to with time.”
The boy had mentioned he had come in second at the tournament, but also that his last opponent had not been using their full potential against him. She wondered if that weighed on the boy's mind.
“Well, my first questions have to do with your combat abilities. I have some questions first and then we can go test them first hand to see where you stand. Firstly, what types of magic are you capable of using and where do your strengths in magic lie? Do you have powerful magics you use with brute force, are you very smart with your spells and lay down traps with them for your opponent, or do you have some other style all of your own? Recognizing your style is key to maximizing your potential as most magicians don’t do so well when attempting to master multiple styles. Also, do you possess any training with melee weapons or hand to hand combat.”
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Zephiros
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 19
Physical Description: Zephiros is not the most muscled of individuals, having a rather average build for someone his age who is physically active. He has blonde hair that reaches his neck and green eyes. He stands at about 5'10'' in height.
He appears to be somewhat younger than he actually is, and he has yet to decide if this is a good thing or not.
Clothes and Equipment: Zephiros wears a variety of things, though most of the times he prefers to wear his trusty jacket. It has a hood with fur on the fringes and is a tan color outside and orange inside. This is the only article of clothing he wears consistently. It acts very well as a windbreaker and rain coat as well.
He also carries with him a wooden carved flute. carved along the flute's length are many ornate designs depicting various creatures and symbols. All of these symbols and other carvings hold meaning to Zephiros and the flute itself also has sentimental value to him for reasons he does not share.
Registered: May 24, 2016 20:11:58 GMT -8
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Post by Zephiros on Oct 1, 2016 20:33:02 GMT -8
"Well, I only do wind magic, but I'd say I am pretty good at it. I think my style is more technique and precision rather than sheer power. If I try to use sheer power alone it usually doesn't turn out well. Also I have been experimenting recently on how to emulate other styles of magic through wind magic, though it's somewhat slow going. There's a lot of rather obscure concepts I had to learn about to do these things usually."
Zephiros would hold out his hand, palm upwards and concentrate for a moment to get a small orb shaped vortex of air to begin spinning in his palm. The vortex increased in speed within the contained little area until the air seemed to ignite from the sheer heat that was produced from friction, "See? Pretty neat, not as effective as fire magic from what I've seen but it's easier for me, and it's also a bit more flexible, as I can just heat the air in this way to a point where it is just super heated but not ignited..."
Zephiros would frown slightly as the mention of melee combat, "No, I don't have any training with melee weapons or hand to hand..."
The thought of what would happen to him in combat if he lost access to his magic made him feel wholly inadequate then.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 24, 2024 0:54:15 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2016 8:13:08 GMT -8
Nodding, Naoki bids the waiter to leave. He complies with a nod of his own, excusing himself from the room and ensuring the door shuts properly on the way out. Turning back to the table and the matters at hand, Naoki nods almost imperceptibly in Takhana’s direction. It was a good call to ask for snacks, Naoki thinks. A full meal would be a little much much, and more difficult, besides. The meal isn’t intended to prolong the encounter, after all. With this spirit of expediency in mind, Naoki opts to, as she tends to, get right to the subject matter, already having offered her greetings. “As you’ve probably heard, I’m looking to open a public library in Isra. The majority of its affairs have already been settled or planned in sufficient detail. I’ve had a location picked out, contracted my construction company, a handful of carpenters, and the marble for the building is being transported as we speak.” As she lists these various provisions, Naoki counts on her fingers. “However,” she continues, dropping one hand into the other, “The primary thing I’m missing at this point is someone to run the whole thing. … I sort of already have a day-job, and most of the others I know who might be qualified do as well. This leaves me in a bit of a funny spot, but as I hear, you seem like just the gentleman for it…?” Here, she trails off, intending to prompt @faeprince to elaborate as to his qualifications.
After a pause of reminiscence, he inhaled and sighed quietly - though his gaze remained steadfast.
"I'd be lying if I sat here and spoke to you of prior experience in overseeing a library. But what I can tell you, madam, is my infinite stores of knowledge are from a deep fascination with the simple document, doctrine, scroll and book. I take a pleasure in the objects themselves, and in the information stored upon parchment - and I take a firm diligence in ensuring they are preserved and taken care of, for the sake of those that come after me to look into them. And those that come after them. Granted, there are very powerful tools and weapons in this world - but I am a firm believer in the power of knowledge. To want to erect a place of common learning and research shows a desire to empower your people - and that is a common stand I take. I held such a feeling for my own people long ago, and still believe in so.
"I believe I would find immense joy in overseeing your library - if you would see me as capable for such a task." |
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Oct 2, 2016 8:13:42 GMT -8
“Wind magic you say… That’s quite interesting, I haven’t seen many people who practice that exclusively, but a specialist in it could come up with all kinds of uses for it I’d imagine. You also do look more like one to use precision rather than power, which I think is a good trait. Gaining sheer power is much easier to gain than someone with pure power gaining precision and good technique in my experience, up to a certain level that is.” Taking another sip of her drink, Grandma continues studying the boy. He seemed like a nice enough young man, hopefully, he wouldn’t be forced into any distasteful missions too early on. Grandma smiled slightly as she viewed his demonstration of wind magic. “Once you’ve perfected such spells, I’m sure they’ll have many uses. The idea behind the spell is quite good, we simply need to train you in other areas so you can make full use of your creative spellcasting. As for melee combat, unfortunately, I’m not the one to train you in that area. Perhaps the High Marshal can help you out there.” Rising from her rocking chair, Grandma waves her hand nonchalantly and opens a portal to a location they should be able to safely train at. She wanted to get a full demonstration from Zephiros so she knew what she was working with. |
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Takhana Veil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 312 
Age: 68
Physical Description: Takhana is an undeniably memorable figure. At a full 6' in height, she is graceful and willowy, with a woman's full figure. She has skin that is a dark greyish color, lightly tinted with silver that very nearly sparkles when the light hits it at certain angles. She has the beautifully formed, delicate features, pointed ears, and inherently graceful movements that identify her as one of the Elven folk.Her hair is long, naturally falling to her hips in straight lengths, and is a shining white threaded with silver, although she normally wears it pinned up elaborately with a set of wooden hair sticks that bear jingling silver charms. She has no eyes, and instead wears a blindfold of soft black leather that criss-crosses her empty eye sockets, for the benefit of the others. Tattooed upon her brow and her back are two strange crests, their origin mysterious.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, she wears an elaborate dress of black leather that both reveals her body and conceals it, adorned with straps and seemingly random silver buckles. This is paired with a set of leather-and-metal boots with pointed toes that come to her knees, enhancing the shape of her mostly-visible legs. Aside from her blindfold and ornamental hair sticks, she has a number of accessories that she habitually wears, such as a large pair of silver hoop earrings and numerous silver rings on each hand - one of which, a silvery band set with a violet stone, she wears on her right hand's index finger: This is her official communications accessory for The Midnight Sun, her employer. The enchanted gem is socketed so that it touches her skin at all times, thus allowing her constant access to the telepathic communications network shared by all employees of TMS, simply by virtue of being in uninterrupted physical contact. She uses no weapons, being a peaceable individual.. not to mention the whole blindness thing. She also has a white-and-black, stocky mare named Irabelle, and a fluffy long-haired cat named Jean-Claude.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 21:50:28 GMT -8
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Post by Takhana Veil on Oct 2, 2016 10:00:43 GMT -8
Zaor remained stoic, save for the return press of his hand around that of his beloved. Sitting before Naoki, it felt a bit of nostalgia that made him feel detached. Rather, that he was sitting in the chamber of counsil and looking other dignitaries in the eye for a serious conversation.
After a pause of reminiscence, he inhaled and sighed quietly - though his gaze remained steadfast.
"I'd be lying if I sat here and spoke to you of prior experience in overseeing a library. But what I can tell you, madam, is my infinite stores of knowledge are from a deep fascination with the simple document, doctrine, scroll and book. I take a pleasure in the objects themselves, and in the information stored upon parchment - and I take a firm diligence in ensuring they are preserved and taken care of, for the sake of those that come after me to look into them. And those that come after them. Granted, there are very powerful tools and weapons in this world - but I am a firm believer in the power of knowledge. To want to erect a place of common learning and research shows a desire to empower your people - and that is a common stand I take. I held such a feeling for my own people long ago, and still believe in so.
"I believe I would find immense joy in overseeing your library - if you would see me as capable for such a task." |
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
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Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 4, 2016 1:17:38 GMT -8
With a decidedly reserved air, Naoki sits quietly, listening as Zaor speaks his bit. He seems to be an interesting sort, she muses. She didn’t expect anything less, but he strikes her as one with considerably more to him than meets the eye. Not having been given a full explanation of his past, Naoki’s curiosity is piqued, but quickly dismissed. It’s probably a very sensitive topic, given the circumstances Takhana found him in.
Nodding quietly, Naoki responds, “Fair enough, then. You seem exactly the sort that would do well- it would be more than simply an occupation for you. With the understanding that you be willing to learn any necessary administrative skills that you may be lacking, I would be happy to offer you the position.”
Somewhat surprised at how quickly and easily the matter seems to have been settled, Naoki extends her hand across the table toward @faeprince , presumably for shaking.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 5, 2016 13:23:59 GMT -8
Osma had no business being in the seedy part of any town. It was just so frightfully BORING to be setting up a new apothecary shop in Aozora. Sure, she had a strange, old guy to do the grunt work for her ( Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!! ). Some labor paid for by batting her eyelashes at the commander Orocles and a woodwork master Asthor, whom she actually had to pay. Hadn't found a way to get what she wanted for free out of Asthor yet. Osma had been left with all the actual work of finding herbs to make medicines with. Digging in the dirt and walking in the woods was for peasants. Which had given her the idea to pretend to be a peasant! Ha! What a funny thing to do, wear clothes that were stained and didn't match. Wear dirt on her skin and a blacked out a tooth. Not that she did any of those things. Osma was gorgeous , damn it, and to match she wore gorgeous clothes, although for this little social experiment, she just wore something pretty. A chemise, bodice and skirt like a peasant, yes, but they matched and were clean. Her skin was glowing, so stunning was she, and her teeth were all accounted for and white. No rot in those gums! "Hi-HO!" She called out as she believed peasants always did when they arrived to somewhere without the company of their betters. She saw a line of dwarves marching to the mines just one time and it became a belief. Her smile beamed around the room. Her hands moved to her hips. She stood in the door with the confidence that she was completely believable in her disguise! Peasants had gold necklaces right? "It is off to the bar I go!" Peasants shouted everything. They were all born half deaf. That explained why they never seemed to serve her fast enough. " Hello, poor friend." She spoke to a random person at a table. All peasants knew each other and were friends right?. "How are you? You have terrible fashion sense, which is okay because you are totally uneducated." She lumbered to the bar, 'cause that's how peasants walked, by lumbering, and rested her arm on the bar. "Wench, get me an ale!" Weeee, this was so fun! No one was paying her any attention. What was wrong with these people? Her eyes shifted to scan the room while her fake smile remained plastered on her face. She chuckled and the scoffed. Serious, what the hell? Are peasants slow everywhere they are? They really were stupid. "Excuse me." She stated as her smile feel. "I saw I wanted a drink." |
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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 Oct 6, 2016 16:45:31 GMT -8
Ellen was at one end of the bar, and Elin was at the other. Both were engaged in their own bartending activities, so Alan strolled over to serve Osma Gaiman . He grinned at her, and any sharp-eared listeners might pick up the soft clink of glass vials whenever he moved. "Why, hello there, ma'am! Welcome to the Midnight Sun. I'm Alan, and I'm one of the head bartenders here. What can I get for you?" He offered her a menu, containing a great many tasty-looking drinks and dishes. |
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 7, 2016 5:32:10 GMT -8
Well it was about time. Osma rose an eyebrow at this Alan. Her ears were not sharp enough to pick up on the click of vials over the other environmental noises. How was she supposed to know what sounds were normal and not normal for peasants to make?
She took the menu by pinching the edge farthest from his hand and did not thank him. She read quickly before closing the thing slowly so that it's wind current could not assault her. She sat it on the counter and pushed it towards him with the flat of her clean nails. "Dragon's Roar." Her condescending voice. "Such a...clever name."
Smile, Osma.
Osma smiled.
"They are all. Very clever."
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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 Oct 7, 2016 6:29:47 GMT -8
Alan nodded, not even slightly unsettled by Osma's odd behavior. After working in the same building as the twins ( Lorelei & Lucia) for so long, it took a lot of creepiness to bother him. "Of course they are, ma'am. We pride ourselves on clever names. Just ask Allen, or Ellen, or Elin. Even A'lynn the clerk! They all know the importance of clever, creative, and distinguishable names." He grinned, then hurried off to get the drink. A few moments later, he returned with a tall glass of Dragon's Roar. "Here you go, ma'am! That'll be five moons...you know about the Midnight Sun's proprietary coin system, right?" |
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 7, 2016 6:41:55 GMT -8
Those names all sounded the same. Osma's head leaned forward as if it had to follow the high arch of her judgemental eyebrows. Her head leaned back to her neck when he went to fix the drink instead of trying to talk to her. Ew.
Oh, wait. She was trying to blend in and be one of the little people. Osma smiled another fake smile and turned to look at the room. Who could she copy so that she could fit in better? Who might catch her eye in this sea of BLAH? Really, poor things, they wouldn't know fashion sense if they could afford it.
The drink arrived and she turned back, scanning the glass to make sure the rim was clean. She doubted they used soap in this place. All well! One must live on the edge from time to time. "Of course I know the coin system. I'm not an idiot."
They had a coin system? Maybe that's why she was stopped at the door to exchange coins. She pulled out a hand full of coins from her pouch. Moons. Moons. Which ones had moons on them? Ah!
She plucked five moons out of the collection and stacked them nearer to him. The rest, she began to gather back into her pouch. OOOHHH. The sun one was pretty. She smiled at it and considered making it into some kind of necklace or perhaps a belt. Well, having it made. Maybe Asthor could be a blacksmith too? Goddess knew he was everything from a carpenter to a theatre owner to an ambassador.
They really needed more people in Aozora.
Has she pondered the coin, she took an elegant sip of the Dragon Roar. Cinnamony. Spicy. Really Spicy. Kinda hot. Burning just a tad. Burning more than a tad. Fire. Yes fire. Hot. HOt, HOT FUCKING FIRE! "OW! OW! OW!" Her hand waved at her mouth and she took a step back, knocking over the barstools she stood between with her skirts.
She looked to this Allen or Ellen, Al-something person as if he was a COMPLETE MORON. Mostly because she really thought he was quite a complete moron. Didn't he see that this hurt? . Do something!
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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 Oct 7, 2016 8:19:26 GMT -8
Alan suppressed a chuckle as the woman learned exactly why it was called Dragon's Roar. He loved mixing the specialty drinks and giving them to unsuspecting newcomers; their reactions were the highlight of his day. Pouring a glass of water, he dropped a couple of ice cubes in and handed it to the woman.
"Here you go, ma'am. Iced water should cool the burn nicely. How are you enjoying your drink so far?"
He gave her a smug grin. From across the bar, Elin giggled.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 7, 2016 8:29:37 GMT -8
Osma snatched the water form his hand before he could set it down. Her mouth opened like a trout's in anticipation of some cool relief. While he flapped his mouth, she drank. Water rolled down the corners of her mouth and got her chemise damp. Ice cold water did not stop the burn.
She exhaled, in sore need of air after the fifteen seconds of gulping. Like a bull, she snorted. A pop of snot moved down her lip. She was quick to wipe it with a finger. OMG GR-ROSS! She tried to exhale away the burn with an open mouth. The intake of air made her sound like a donkey. She was horridly embarrassed and it was all Al's fault! "Cream. Milk." She managed to say as she pushed the Dragon's Roar away from her.
OHHHHH. That's why they named it that. It did kind of sound like she was laboring to roar. They were smarter than she thought. " Please!! "
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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 Oct 7, 2016 8:38:02 GMT -8
Alan nodded patiently, grabbing an already-filled glass of milk from behind the bar. It seemed as though he had known exactly what was about to happen, and was completely prepared. Chuckling a bit, he handed her the glass.
"Here you go, ma'am! Ellen's finest!"
Barely a second after he put the glass down on the table, Ellen appeared out of nowhere and smacked him across the face. She seemed to be quite annoyed with the younger bartender.
"Ellen's finest, hmm? What's that supposed to mean? Are you calling me a cow?"
She smacked him again, and walked off before he had a chance to respond. Alan chuckled, rubbing his bruised face.
"Enjoy your milk, ma'am."
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 7, 2016 8:48:34 GMT -8
What the hell was taking so long??? Her eyes watered and she leaned her head back to keep her tears from running down her face. She didn't need to wear make-up and so she didn't but still, her face must look so splotchy right now! People behind her were laughing and raising their glasses and being assholes.
Why did everyone treat her so badly? Why were people so mean? What did she ever do to them???
She took the milk without question and was downing with one hand under her chin to catch the off-white liquid when "Ellen" came over. It was not until the bottom of the glass was left with nothing but milk residue that she put together what their conversation meant.
Breast milk. Osma had just drank human boobie juice. She was not squeamish about the sight or touch of bodily fluids, odd enough given how prissy she was. But ingesting it was a different story. It seemed cannibalistic in a way. Did that mean that babies were, in a sense, cannibals? They did eat directly from their womb via the umbilical cord. Perhaps parasite was a better term...
Whatever, it didn't matter. What did matter was that she could feel the fatty coating of woman's breast milk in her adult mouth.
In a fit of anger at being made a fool, Osma picked up the glass and threw it directly at Alan's head with every intent to have it burst apart on his smug nose. She wanted the shards to dig into his eye sockets and take them out! "YOU ASSHOLE! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM?!"
Now that was a dragon's roar.
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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
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Oct 7, 2016 8:58:38 GMT -8
Alan bent over backwards with surprising agility, neatly avoiding the glass. Being trained as an assassin had its benefits, after all. It paid to have good reflexes sometimes.
"Now now, ma'am. Please be reasonable. I only gave you what you ordered and paid for, nothing more or less. Didn't you read the description on the menu?"
He gave her his most innocent smile, his teeth sparkling white. Alan was a professional, after all. After working in the industry long enough, he stopped getting annoyed at people trying to kill him while he was on the job. It was just a workplace hazard, after all.
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Osma Gaiman
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Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 7, 2016 9:59:45 GMT -8
He totally did a Matrix movie, which would freak her out more if she knew what the Matrix was. Her eyes buggled for a bit, but then hardened when she slammed her fist down on the counter. "I'm not talking about that drink." She glared at the Dragon's Roar. "I'm talking about her breastmilk!"
Look at him, with his sparkling white smile.It was usual for peasants to have good teeth, unless they could affor a dental-magician. Then again, the tooth faeries here might have paid a high price for good teeth.
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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 Oct 7, 2016 10:11:21 GMT -8
Alan's sparkly grin only widened as he realized what Osma believed. This was potentially far more amusing than insulting Ellen! He leaned casually against the counter, as though the two of them were having a calm conversation and she hadn't just tried to maim him with a glass.
"What about it? I'd think it would be more nutritious, wouldn't it? After all, how else do babies grow so fast?"
He glanced over at Ellen to make sure she hadn't heard. She'd hang him out the window by his heels if she found out. He couldn't believe that the woman actually thought he'd given her Ellen's breast milk. Ellen didn't even have children! That was how it worked, didn't it? He wasn't sure, it wasn't as though he was an expert on these kinds of things. What did breast milk even taste like, anyways?
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 7, 2016 10:20:16 GMT -8
If he had asked her what it tasted it like, she would say it tasted a whole lot like goat's milk.
There he was, leaning over he bar like she couldn't cut him with her nails. Like she wouldn't snap his nose with the press of her palm. He was confident, and that unnerved her. This little people were suppose to coward to the highborns. Why wasn't this one?
She quickly sniffed up a blob of mucus and demanded that her eyes move away from the reflective glass behind the bar. She must look a fright! It occurred to her that she was not acting lady like at all. One must model the appropriate behavior for these heathens. She stood up right and ran her fingers through her hair, forgetting that one was coated in snot. "I should report you to the health department. They do have one in this country or is it as uncivilized as the help?"
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