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 Jan 11, 2017 14:04:56 GMT -8
"Great! See you soon." Silas went to the front desk to exchange one of his silver coins and pay for a room. He didn't know the exchange rate of silver, but hoped to get a Sun in change. Being frighteningly low on coin, Silas would need to look for work in the coming days. Silas queried Cecil about some of the quests he had seen posted in the city, "Do you know what sort of positions the Isra military is trying to fill? Also, I saw this poster warning the public to beware some cloaked women, but there was no contact info or bounty." _ "Hmm, no where in particular. I do find this street fascinating though. There is something romantic about it being closed on either end. Want to explore the market? If you haven't eaten yet we can find a food stand." As the pair left the Midnight Sun Silas would offer the crook of his arm if Skarlet was so inclined. As they walked Silas admired her change of cloths. She seemed to quite fashionable. The man could tell that Skarlet was sweet and had a good heart. Wanting to know more about her he asked the obvious question, "If you don't mind me asking, how did you receive those wounds?" "Alright, let's go there then." Skarlet blushes and puts her arm around his, they would make their way to the Market. "Oh these? I just recently came back from an adventure, I got a few injuries while on the journey but they will be done healing soon. Say, you look quite rogue-ish, are you a mercenary perhaps? Just curious." <Continued in The Grand Bazaar> |
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Jan 12, 2017 9:44:36 GMT -8
Nodding a bit noncommittally, Naoki responds, “Fair enough. Again, I don’t really know much about the state of things there are over there. That, and my nationalism suspects that regardless of whatever education options are available in Alban, there are higher quality options here in Isra.” With this, Naoki offers one of her characteristic smirks, though it lacks some of the character it might otherwise have due to her preoccupation. It is at this point, Naoki begins to ponder what else she has to say, and realizes that there isn’t very much. Could start monologuing again, she supposes, but nothing jumps to mind as particularly relevant, and she should probably let the pair of them go. Or perhaps Alden is coming here with his children. It isn’t as if there’s a better place to eat. In any case, Naoki drops the leading side of the conversation, allowing Ms. Moonflower to direct it from this point forward in whatever direction she sees fit. Meanwhile, Naoki seems to have caved on the whole image thing, as she’s proceeded to pause with the faces, stick the tongue of her tongue out, and blowing about as dignified a raspberry as is possible in Little Alden’s direction.
Moon looked fondly on her son as she said this. Her life story was a complicated one - perhaps not as tragic as Naoki's, but still sad and harsh in its own way. She never wanted her child to have to go through any of that. The serious moment was completely derailed by Little Alden's sudden peal of squealing giggles as Naoki indulged in some raspberry blowing, feet kicking and arms again waving with open exuberance while he grinned toothlessly up at her. Moonflower couldn't help but put a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter as well as hide the grin there. Especially as his giggles became interspersed with tiny little growls, much like a wolf pup when at play. Clearing her throat as her hand fell, Moon offered a lopsided grin.
"I'm starting to think we're going to have to add Aunt Naoki to the list of people we visit when we come to Isra. He's really taking a shine to... Oh no." Moon's amused expression became one of wide-eyed combined embarrassment and discomfort as she saw the expression abruptly twisting Little Alden's face.. as well as the grunting noise that came along with it. Naoki would soon realize that an extremely unpleasant scent was now emanating from the posterior of the child, and Moon tried her hardest not to laugh.
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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 Jan 14, 2017 5:09:46 GMT -8
Nodding along, Naoki intends to express that, yes, that’s what she was getting at, she means to offer options that might not necessarily be available otherwise.
However, upon noticing Little Alden’s expression and the smell and the smell that follows shortly thereafter, Naoki’s facial expression freezes in place for a moment, before quietly dropping the excessive character it had taken on. Similarly, the thoughts she was forming about how to respond verbally are abandoned. She looks up toward Moonflower, seemingly the definition of placid.
“Yes,” she says. “Please.”
As Moonflower would presumably approach, Naoki holds Little Alden in such a way as to make it somewhat easier for the transfer to take place with a minimal amount of rustling.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Jan 14, 2017 9:35:24 GMT -8
Unable to suppress a softly amused snort, Moon was quick to stand and round the table to retrieve her son from Naoki, giving the other woman a sort of apologetic smile. It was one of the hazards of raising a child, after all, and of being around one this age.
"I should probably go ahead and get over to Alden's. This isn't exactly the sort of place to clean up a baby." Nor did she appear to have any such supplies on her person. Maybe she hadn't expected this meeting with Naoki to go on as long as it had? Regardless, she gave the leader of Isra a warm smile as she backed away from the table.
"It was good to get a chance to speak with you.. I understand now why Alden thinks so highly of you. We'll talk again the next time I can make it to Isra, I hope. Say bye, Alden." Unable to fully comprehend his mother's words, let alone form speech, Little Alden just babbled and blew a raspberry toward Naoki before his mother backed them out of the establishment and she was lost to view.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2017 10:24:39 GMT -8
A small woman of around 3 feet in height walked into the bar. Rather than the set up of a joke, the little halfling woman needed a drink after a long day of cutting down trees and building furniture. She quietly found a table near the back and slunk into her chair, sighing as she did so and closing her eyes.
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Ambicat Guess
Established
Roleplay posts: 47 
Age: 36
Physical Description: Standing at 3’2, Ambicat is on the short side, even when compared to most other gnomes. His thin, constantly smirking lips are mostly hidden by a bushy, well-maintained, mustache that connects to a pair of long sideburns. His wheat-colored hair is long and unkempt, covering his ears. He is pale and of about average weight, with very little muscle. His eyes are brown.
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Clothes and Equipment: In most circumstances, Ambicat wears a simple green and red farmer’s outfit with a brown cape tied around his neck. The clothes are ragged, although it looks like Ambicat has tried to keep them somewhat presentable, if the patchwork repairs are any indication. On his belt, he carries a sickle with a makeshift extended handle.
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Player's online availability : GMT-5; I usually check back at least once a day.
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 20:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ambicat Guess on Jan 16, 2017 10:38:36 GMT -8
“Good grief, how did I get so lost?” the gnome says, approaching the door of the Midnight Sun. Opening the door, he sticks his is head in, glancing around the interior, “Well, this seems convenient. I guess I might as well take a load off here for a while.” He says to himself as he steps inside. In vain, he tries to smooth back his shaggy hair as he takes a better look at the building’s interior.
As he looks around, one of the first things that catches his eye is the little Halfling sitting at the back of the inn. He hadn’t seen many people his size since he had left home, and it seemed strange that he should finally stumble into one here. Seeing as how the bar seemed somewhat busy, he decides to introduce himself.
“Is this seat taken?” he says, approaching Orani’s table.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2017 10:43:58 GMT -8
Orani opened her eyes as Ambicat spoke, somewhat startled. She looked at him surprised. It was quite obvious she wasn't used to looking someone without craning her neck upward.
"Oh! Uh, no, go right ahead." She said, gesturing to the other seat. "I haven't ordered anything yet....I don't think I've seen you around before. I'd remember a gnome if I saw one. What's your name, stranger?"
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Ambicat Guess
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 36
Physical Description: Standing at 3’2, Ambicat is on the short side, even when compared to most other gnomes. His thin, constantly smirking lips are mostly hidden by a bushy, well-maintained, mustache that connects to a pair of long sideburns. His wheat-colored hair is long and unkempt, covering his ears. He is pale and of about average weight, with very little muscle. His eyes are brown.
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Clothes and Equipment: In most circumstances, Ambicat wears a simple green and red farmer’s outfit with a brown cape tied around his neck. The clothes are ragged, although it looks like Ambicat has tried to keep them somewhat presentable, if the patchwork repairs are any indication. On his belt, he carries a sickle with a makeshift extended handle.
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Player's online availability : GMT-5; I usually check back at least once a day.
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 20:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ambicat Guess on Jan 16, 2017 11:34:48 GMT -8
Ambicat nods in gratitude and taxes a seat across from Orani. "Thank you. Ambicat Guess, at your service," he says, giving an awkward seated bow, "I just got to town today, I was going to look into a job opportunity nearby, but the merchant I was travelling with insisted he had to stop in Isra first. I went to look around, got lost, and wound up...wherever this place is."
Ambicat stops and gestures to Orani, "Anyhow, I'm rambling. You are?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2017 11:46:18 GMT -8
She smiled.
"Orani Treebane, of Treebane Furniture. I own a small carpentry business down town. If you ever need something built for your new home, I'm your girl."
She pointed to herself with her thumb, giggling as she did so.
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Ambicat Guess
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 36
Physical Description: Standing at 3’2, Ambicat is on the short side, even when compared to most other gnomes. His thin, constantly smirking lips are mostly hidden by a bushy, well-maintained, mustache that connects to a pair of long sideburns. His wheat-colored hair is long and unkempt, covering his ears. He is pale and of about average weight, with very little muscle. His eyes are brown.
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Clothes and Equipment: In most circumstances, Ambicat wears a simple green and red farmer’s outfit with a brown cape tied around his neck. The clothes are ragged, although it looks like Ambicat has tried to keep them somewhat presentable, if the patchwork repairs are any indication. On his belt, he carries a sickle with a makeshift extended handle.
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Player's online availability : GMT-5; I usually check back at least once a day.
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 20:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ambicat Guess on Jan 16, 2017 12:38:04 GMT -8
Ambicat flashes a smile back, "A carpenter, huh? I dabbled in carpentry actually, wasn't very good at it though, Dad was the carpenter. I did make this, though," he says reaching to his belt, and pulling out a farmer's sickle that has clearly seen a lot of use.
"I figured I would need a viable weapon if I were to leave my family home, so I extended this old girl out a bit. Be honest, how does it look?" As he says this, Ambicat gestures to a section of the handle, where a length of wood has quite clearly been nailed onto the pre-existing handle, extending the length of the sickle so that it could be used at a slightly greater distance. Ambicat seems quite proud of it, although the improvement does seem to be quite crude.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2017 13:10:04 GMT -8
Orani looked over the sickle intently, giving it the kind of gaze most husbands wish their wives gave them. She turned it over in her hands, trying to look at it in a different light, squinting at the small cracks and splinters from use.
"Interesting craftmanship...." She seemed to say to no one in particular. Orani handed the sickle back.
"I won't lie, I've seen better but I've also seen worse. I think as a weapon and a tool it works just fine. Have you considered taking up a position as a carpenter? I could use an assistant at my shop."
She tapped her chin in thought before snapping her fingers.
"Wait, no, you said you were an adventurer....I doubt you'd want to stay in town that long anyway...."
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Ambicat Guess
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 36
Physical Description: Standing at 3’2, Ambicat is on the short side, even when compared to most other gnomes. His thin, constantly smirking lips are mostly hidden by a bushy, well-maintained, mustache that connects to a pair of long sideburns. His wheat-colored hair is long and unkempt, covering his ears. He is pale and of about average weight, with very little muscle. His eyes are brown.
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Clothes and Equipment: In most circumstances, Ambicat wears a simple green and red farmer’s outfit with a brown cape tied around his neck. The clothes are ragged, although it looks like Ambicat has tried to keep them somewhat presentable, if the patchwork repairs are any indication. On his belt, he carries a sickle with a makeshift extended handle.
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Player's online availability : GMT-5; I usually check back at least once a day.
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 20:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ambicat Guess on Jan 16, 2017 22:13:32 GMT -8
“Thank you for the assessment, and the offer,” Ambicat says, taking back his sickle, “You are correct, though. I’m not really ready to settle into a regular job just yet. I only left my village a few days ago, and I’d hate to call my journey to an end so soon.”
It is at this moment that a loud grumble can be heard emanating from Ambicat’s direction. With a small, embarrassed chuckle, Ambicat reaches down to his belt, and opens up a pouch tied there. His smirk fades for a brief moment as he glances at the handful of coins he has left inside.
“Of course,” he mutters to himself, “the stories never did said that the hero could not also take work outside of adventuring.” Closing the pouch, he looks back towards Orani.
“Based on what I’ve seen, I’d say I’m not against the idea of spending some more time in the city, although I doubt I would be present long enough to qualify as a full-time assistant. However, I’d be happy to work as a temporary assistant if you needed work done and I wasn’t already busy."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2017 9:41:58 GMT -8
"Someone temporary would be too unreliable for my line of work, but between you and me I've been more keen on exploration and adventure. The problem is my wife...."
She leaned back a bit and crossed her arms.
"See, because of her I can't leave my home for too long. I'd love to take her with me, but...well..."
She shrugged and looked Ambicat in the eyes.
"I've yet to find a way to unbind her from her tree. She is a dryad, after all."
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Ambicat Guess
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 36
Physical Description: Standing at 3’2, Ambicat is on the short side, even when compared to most other gnomes. His thin, constantly smirking lips are mostly hidden by a bushy, well-maintained, mustache that connects to a pair of long sideburns. His wheat-colored hair is long and unkempt, covering his ears. He is pale and of about average weight, with very little muscle. His eyes are brown.
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Clothes and Equipment: In most circumstances, Ambicat wears a simple green and red farmer’s outfit with a brown cape tied around his neck. The clothes are ragged, although it looks like Ambicat has tried to keep them somewhat presentable, if the patchwork repairs are any indication. On his belt, he carries a sickle with a makeshift extended handle.
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Player's online availability : GMT-5; I usually check back at least once a day.
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 20:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ambicat Guess on Jan 17, 2017 22:37:02 GMT -8
Ambicat’s brow shoots up as Orani finishes, “You’re… married… to a dryad?” he asks, taken somewhat off-guard, “3 foot-tall Halfling women married to spirits of the forest, that’s certainly something the stories don’t talk about.” Ambicat shakes his head, trying to suppress a multitude of new questions, and focus on one thought in particular. He leans back in his chair and, for a while, he is quiet, as if lost in thought. After a minute, he nods to himself, and looks back towards Orani, leaning forward slightly.
“I’m not usually one for getting involved in the affairs of Fey creatures and their lovers, but I think I might be able to help with that particular situation,” he says.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2017 0:08:20 GMT -8
Orani's eyes lit up.
"Really? How?" She said, trying to hold back her excitement.
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Ambicat Guess
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 36
Physical Description: Standing at 3’2, Ambicat is on the short side, even when compared to most other gnomes. His thin, constantly smirking lips are mostly hidden by a bushy, well-maintained, mustache that connects to a pair of long sideburns. His wheat-colored hair is long and unkempt, covering his ears. He is pale and of about average weight, with very little muscle. His eyes are brown.
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Clothes and Equipment: In most circumstances, Ambicat wears a simple green and red farmer’s outfit with a brown cape tied around his neck. The clothes are ragged, although it looks like Ambicat has tried to keep them somewhat presentable, if the patchwork repairs are any indication. On his belt, he carries a sickle with a makeshift extended handle.
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Player's online availability : GMT-5; I usually check back at least once a day.
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 20:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ambicat Guess on Jan 18, 2017 15:54:39 GMT -8
“Ever since I was young, I have always had a sort of, special connection, to the natural world. You see, if I focus hard enough, I can basically see the magical bonds inherent in nature and ‘weave’ them so that certain things do what I ask.” he explains.
Ambicat leans back in his chair and continues, “It’s a useful power to have when you’re a farmer, and I might be able to use it to help unbind your wife from her tree. I can’t promise anything, though. I usually use my powers to help raise crops, not separate plants and spirits.”
He pauses for a moment, “And there’s also the problem that if I overdo it I could hurt myself, but… does this dryad wife of yours have any power of her own? It might be useful to have another person with some grasp of magic present to assist,”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2017 16:25:02 GMT -8
"Her magic is limited. She is capable of teleporting from one area to another within her range if it's a living tree and she is capable of speaking to plants and animals, but because of the bond between her and her birth tree she cannot be more than 300 yards from her birth tree unless she withers and dies. It's possible to bind with another tree, but if she is unbound she'll eventually die. You would need to somehow separate her bond from the tree while still keeping her from dying out. I've scoured every library I can to find a way to do so but nothing has ever come up. Currently I've moved and planted her tree in our bedroom but we want to travel the world together."
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Ambicat Guess
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 36
Physical Description: Standing at 3’2, Ambicat is on the short side, even when compared to most other gnomes. His thin, constantly smirking lips are mostly hidden by a bushy, well-maintained, mustache that connects to a pair of long sideburns. His wheat-colored hair is long and unkempt, covering his ears. He is pale and of about average weight, with very little muscle. His eyes are brown.
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Clothes and Equipment: In most circumstances, Ambicat wears a simple green and red farmer’s outfit with a brown cape tied around his neck. The clothes are ragged, although it looks like Ambicat has tried to keep them somewhat presentable, if the patchwork repairs are any indication. On his belt, he carries a sickle with a makeshift extended handle.
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Player's online availability : GMT-5; I usually check back at least once a day.
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 20:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ambicat Guess on Jan 18, 2017 17:54:34 GMT -8
“Hmm…” Ambicat hums in contemplation as he begins to roll a patch of his mustache between his thumb and forefinger, “I think I can see a couple options here. I do have a few question though; how big is this dryad, exactly, and does she need to be physically bonded to a tree, or just magically?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2017 21:52:14 GMT -8
Orani blushed a little when asked how big her wife was.
"U-Uh....normal human size, I guess? I'd rather not talk about her dimensions to...newly-met individuals....And magically, she can be physically away from her tree up to 300 yards away."
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Ambicat Guess
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 36
Physical Description: Standing at 3’2, Ambicat is on the short side, even when compared to most other gnomes. His thin, constantly smirking lips are mostly hidden by a bushy, well-maintained, mustache that connects to a pair of long sideburns. His wheat-colored hair is long and unkempt, covering his ears. He is pale and of about average weight, with very little muscle. His eyes are brown.
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Clothes and Equipment: In most circumstances, Ambicat wears a simple green and red farmer’s outfit with a brown cape tied around his neck. The clothes are ragged, although it looks like Ambicat has tried to keep them somewhat presentable, if the patchwork repairs are any indication. On his belt, he carries a sickle with a makeshift extended handle.
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Player's online availability : GMT-5; I usually check back at least once a day.
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 20:59:50 GMT -8
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Post by Ambicat Guess on Jan 18, 2017 23:19:56 GMT -8
Ambicat tilts his head when he sees Orani blush. As far as he knows, he hadn’t said or done anything odd. Nonetheless, he had more important things to worry about at that moment, so he simply shrugs it off and begins again.
“So it is a magical bond then? Good” he says with a smile, “It would have been far harder to find solve this problem had the tree needed to be able to hold a full-grown human. As far as I can see it, I can think of…”
He pauses and brings his index finger to each of the fingers on his opposite hand, counting out his options.
“…two possible methods for dealing with your problem that seem do-able. The first option is for me to take a small piece off of this home tree, and enchant it so that it remains alive, even when not attached. You could put it in a bag or on a necklace or something like that and have her carry it with her. That way, she will never, technically, be 300 yards away from her tree. On the other hand, I could try to magically grow a tree so that it remains small enough to be easily carried around. Just have to bind herself to that, and problem solved. Of course, you would have to take care of the tree yourself in that case. On the other, I am also more experienced at growing things than enchanting them, so there would probably be less risk as well.”
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