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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2017 14:28:08 GMT -8
Kiera blinks and offers a wave back, still having a little trouble taking her attention off of him - even where normally she would be keen to keep her eyes down. Well, the guy seemed well enough. He was drinking. She eventually turns her attention to the drink that had been placed in front of her.
Tomb Raider, the guy had said. She nursed the glass a moment, and let out a breath. It was an interesting sensation to feel, and the taste affected her nose - reminded her of large, towering pine trees and fresh, cool earth in winter. It was a fantastic sensation in a glass.
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acolyte Brushca
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Roleplay posts: 14 
Age: younger than he looks
Physical Description: shadowed in a woolen fungus strewn cloak.
there are flem and mucus crusting around his eyes noes and mouth. if one where to examine his ears, you would find that blood had at some time pooled in there folds and has since dried there. his complexion would be vaguely brown where it not for the tired grey that has set in. he is tall and disproportionately thin, almost desiccated in his appearance, all draped in soggy wool. anyone examining his hands can see tiny shards of bone clinging to his skin.
Clothes and Equipment: damp fungus entangled cloak. 1 foot radius metal buoy.
ceremonial limestone cudgel.
Registered: Apr 29, 2017 21:39:48 GMT -8
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Post by acolyte Brushca on Apr 30, 2017 14:49:08 GMT -8
time passes. after several more drinks [ less expensive ones ] Brushca grabs hold of his buoy and drags it over to somewhere more cushioned spot in which to relax than the hard bar stools.
from this spot of respite he attentively observes the rest of the establishment.
after a while of sizing up the locals he produces a small wooden sign with the words HEALER FOR HIRE
in several languages
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
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Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Registered: May 27, 2016 16:33:55 GMT -8
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on May 1, 2017 18:12:56 GMT -8
The masked and hooded figure enters the infamous tavern quietly and looks around for several moments before heading to the bar. He doesn't even pay attention to who he sits next to as his fingers nervously drum the surface. He'd never been outside of Alban before but now that he was he wasn't sure what he'd be doing. As he always does when he is nervous he pulls out his deck of cards and begins to shuffle it again and again until something catches his eye within the ever expanding realms of fate and chance. Looking to the woman he'd unconsciously sat next to he absently flicks two cards on the table before her one is emblazoned with an image of the moon the other with the image of a young woman. "Two fates." He says absently before scooping up his card. "Two fates." The masked man repeats his attention drifting away from @kiera.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 18:19:47 GMT -8
Kiera hardly paid the new arrival a mind, just a brief glance initially. She returns to nursing the drink, stopping when she heard the cards shuffle. It caught her attention just a moment longer, listening to the cards as they rustled against each other in his hands.
When the cards were placed before her she blinked, a little curious as to what he was doing. He wholeheartedly had her attention now, having her bring the glass to rest on the counter as she looked at his hooded profile. It was nice to know she wasn't the only person that walked in a public setting with her hood still up. But she was very curious about him, and what he said.
"Two fates?" she repeats, casting her eyes down to his hands in case he turned to look her in the eye.
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Registered: May 27, 2016 16:33:55 GMT -8
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on May 1, 2017 18:26:31 GMT -8
At first, the man in the red hood doesn't even seem to notice that she spoke he seems to be reabsorbed by his card shuffling. Then suddenly his head turns and the oddly contorted mask is staring back at her. "Yes." He says simply and then his hands go back to shuffling at first it seems he was planning on being annoying and obstinate and not explaining further but then he continues. "You have two fates, two souls, two sets of possibilities. It creates a discord, a disharmony within the world, makes it easier for you to change which way your life is going. Easier to change which way other people's lives are going. The two souls often galvanize others to action in one way or another, forces people out of their ruts since both souls yearn for different things head towards different destinations and they are in flux."
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 18:33:31 GMT -8
She inhaled sharply as he spoke, having been a little confused at first - but the idea of two beings wanting two separate things... how right that was. She wanted a life that was hers, and the other part of her wanted anything it wanted. And that usually left a trail of blood and death in their wake.
It took a moment to settle her nerves. He didn't know what she was - there was no way. "That's... quite something. Two different people in one body?" she asks, trying to dismiss it as ludicrous. Now she took a more hefty drink of her beverage, tasting the alcohol this time. Then again, for as much as her senses loved the earthen feel from it, it was making her edgy with Keld's words.
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on May 1, 2017 18:38:39 GMT -8
"Doesn't have to be two people," Keld says softly his eyes once again on his deck of cards. "Just two souls." He begins to flip over cards from the top of his deck mumbling to himself as he does so. "Hmm, yes, indeed, interesting." He scoops up his cards and then he suddenly throws the entire deck into the air, the cards explode into a flurry and then drift down. Surprisingly some land in a neat pile while others land in an odd assortment yet not a single card landed anywhere but on the countertop. "I see, the beast." He pronounces as he picks up a card and then stares at it for several long moments he then takes the card and presses it against the side of Kiera's head. "There you are." He says before turning back to his cards again.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 18:47:32 GMT -8
She found herself watching the magical display with the cards, feeling a bit more at ease. So he was a magician of sorts, maybe some sort of soothsayer or seer.
But at the mention of the beast she felt her muscles tense. No, he... he had to just be talking. He didn't know what she was. When the card was pressed against her hood and to her head she flinched visibly, becoming all the more unnerved. She had to relax.
"A beast? Where do you see it? Here in the building?" she asks, already starting to sound more tense despite her best intentions. When the barkeeper passed by she waved down another drink - she had a feeling she would be needing it.
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Registered: May 27, 2016 16:33:55 GMT -8
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on May 1, 2017 18:53:21 GMT -8
"You know exactly what I am talking about." He says cryptically as he tucks the cards away. "Where I come there is a race of people who are more animal than man, very old and they have very subtle magics. From what I understand they have their own shamans, the bear tribe. These bears are said to find harmony with their logical mind and their instinctual ones through their natural seclusion." He notes as though they had been having a conversation about this very line of inquiry before. "Just a thought that was interesting. Anyway, I gave you a charm a little twist of fate as it were to give those around you a little good luck. Might help you helps someone in the future to avoid a nasty fate."
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 19:18:59 GMT -8
One hand quickly clapped atop the other one on the counter, trying to keep both from trembling. This guy... there was no way he knew... was there?
"... bears, huh. Well, thank you for that charm. A little luck never hurts anyone. Ah... you're not going to charge me for it, are you?" she adds with a weak chuckle, struggling to keep from panicking or having an outright snap of anger. The last thing she needed or wanted was to have her nature revealed - it was hard enough to control.
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on May 1, 2017 19:22:15 GMT -8
"I think I would have trouble making you pay since I did it without you asking for it." Keld says with a light chuckle, his voice is muffled by the mask but not as much as one would think it becomes more obvious with the little laugh. "The charm is free of charge, I see it as my civic duty you could say. My order used to be in charge of guiding people through the vast wyld protecting people from its dangers." He rubs his chin, or rather, he rubs where his chin would be under the mask.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 19:32:20 GMT -8
"Guiding people and protecting? What order was that?" she asks, happy to try and move on from the idea of what he was prodding at. "A league of bodyguards? Soldiers? ... mages?" she asks, pointing to his cards with a smirk on her lips - carefully keeping her eyes averted from his mask. Even if he was just guessing... she didn't want him looking her dead in the eye to see the intensity there.
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on May 1, 2017 19:37:40 GMT -8
"Mages." He says as though the questions as silly, which it was. "Well, battle mages wielders of spells and martial abilities." He pulls out the deck of cards. "We are the fate weavers, our magic lets' us view the possible strands of the futures. Sometimes we can change how a strand is woven other times we can cut it loose. It depends on what we need." With a flourish, he riffles the cards between his hands and they begin to glow some of them arching out around him before returning to the deck.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 19:53:04 GMT -8
She watched the cards, curiosity starting to take over the paranoia and nervousness. That was a pretty cool trick, and to think this man was someone that weaved about fate? She couldn't quite dismiss it - this world was full of a number of oddities.
"Fate weavers. Sounds like a different sort of seer, if you will. That's interesting. Do you ever see where YOU are or your path, or just those around you?"
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on May 1, 2017 20:07:51 GMT -8
Shaking his head the Fateweaver says calmly. "A seer can see the future as can a Fateweaver. Unlike a seer though we actively weave the tapestry of reality." He rubs his hand and then says as if to clarify. "The difference between being an artist and being a patron. One simply enjoys art the other creates it. Of course, most people can do it, change the tapestry that is, its just few do. Some like twin souls though cannot help it."
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 20:11:54 GMT -8
"I am not tamp-..." She bit her lip and forced her attention down to her glass. So much for keeping herself calm. He was making her very uncertain now.
"Watchers and makers. Right. I get it." Her tone is a bit hard and cuts abruptly when she finishes speaking - tossing back the rest of her drink before reaching for the next. She was definitely going to need a few more of these.
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on May 2, 2017 6:17:07 GMT -8
"To answer your other question," Keld says as he taps his cards along the counter top. "I can and cannot see my path, a Fateweavers path is by virtue of our power, in flux." The shuffling begins again as he continues to speak. "I can see little snippets of my thread and the longer I go without using my power the farther I can but when I use my power things change in unpredictable ways."
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2017 10:04:54 GMT -8
Kiera kept her eyes on her fresh glass in hand, not daring to look him in the eye or even glance over towards him - anything to give him a chance to try to look through her again? Nope.
"So you acted as protectors and guardians for others and what you saw coming forth in regard to them? Sounds like something diligent and important.
"... could I ask what happened to your order? You spoke as if they were a thing of the past."
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Keld, The Fate Weaver
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: Let's see what the dice say.
Physical Description: Not the most imposing figure when it comes to height at five foot nine, Keld never the less leaves an impression. This is mostly due to his penchant for wandering around in a combination of plate and a robe with a metal mask. His choice of dress gives him a slightly sinister and mysterious aura which he encourages by speaking like a mystic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Deck of cards, plate armor, crimson robe, coin purse that holds a suspicious amount.
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Post by Keld, The Fate Weaver on May 2, 2017 12:22:19 GMT -8
The cards stop shuffling and he lays them on the table. "In a way we did, specifically we were escorts for those who needed to traverse The Wyld. It was dangerous but a skilled Fateweaver could keep most groups reasonably safe. We were more reliable than the fae guides. Though, there is tell of a time before that duty where our order wandered the world." He shrugs his shoulders and for a moment lapses into silence as he contemplates the second question.
"Twenty years ago my order became obsolete, those with the ability to become Fateweavers are rare and I was the last one to agree to the training before there simply wasn't a need to train more. Over the last two decades, the four Fateweavers left besides myself succumbed to old age, violence, and accidents until only I was left. As I said Fateweavers can't see very far into our own futures especially during chaotic times in our lives and the civil war of Alban was very chaotic."
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Empress Naoki
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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)
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Post by Empress Naoki on May 2, 2017 12:26:20 GMT -8
Naoki would not be kept waiting long, the large Dragonborn being one of those rare punctual types. He wore no armor or weaponry, just a plain black shirt and loose hide pants. Torrin spotted Lady Naoki and took a seat opposite her, the very top of his tail hanging out past the booth. "Lady Naoki! A pleasure to see you looking so well on this fine day," he said jovially, a wide grin exposing his numerous sharp teeth. Offering a nod and a smile in greeting, Naoki responds, Likewise, Torrin. I trust you’ve been well since we last met.” Before she continues, Naoki pauses to ensure that the booth’s runic protections are active and functioning properly. Symbols of ancient magic glow faintly in the otherwise pristine tabletop, guaranteeing, among other things, that none outside the booth will be able to hear the conversation within. Satisfied, Naoki returns her attention to her guest and spends a moment to look him over. Torrin Delmirev, a seasoned warrior, and experienced leader. She had met him many months previously, through a mutual friend of theirs. He was employed at the time, and Naoki had no particular reason to seek his services, but the two had exchanged pleasantries. They have met by chance on a few occasions since then, and at this point could be considered friendly acquaintances. “As I mentioned, I have asked you here to discuss what I intend to develop into a mutually beneficial business relationship. It would involve you becoming employed as the leader of a unique branch of armed forces for The Free States of Isra.” Naoki pauses to take a sip of her drink before continuing, “Would you like something to eat or drink, or perhaps to discuss anything else before we begin?” As she awaits a response, her right-hand dips below the table into the pouch on her hip. From it, she pulls what appears to be a pearl, and idly begins to roll it between her fingers. |
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