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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2016 17:27:30 GMT -8
Alessia hadn't known where this food festival was and it hadn't occurred to her after she went her seperate way from the Celadine woman, whose name she also hadn't caught, but the Land Tillers' lands became more populous the further she went and she was able to get directions. After a while she was able to follow the groups of people on their way there, keeping her distance from most of the groups when she could. She felt anxious about being around so many crowds, especially as many might be in a festively gregarious mood.
Her curiosity had gotten her to come to the Land Tillers' State and so she let her curiosity carry her further along.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183 
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Apr 13, 2016 18:24:59 GMT -8
Vera smacks Roy's reaching hand down and looks at him seriously. It takes her a moment to remember he isn't from the Expanse. When she does she sighs and points at the banner.
"Those are made with herbs from the Kush tribe. I've seen you on fairy dust, I don't wanna see you on whatever the Kush baked into that. Come on let's hit the next booth."
She drags him away from the pot brownies and down through the aisles. She spots Zaraen's both and points it out.
"Oh hey Zaraen set up a bar! We should say hi at some point."
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Clio of the Kush
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55
Registered: Apr 10, 2016 0:29:56 GMT -8
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Post by Clio of the Kush on Apr 13, 2016 20:15:09 GMT -8
Roy wanders in, with Vera of the Celadine and Tommy . His enhanced vampire senses allow him to take in the smell of all the food from all the stands, and he grins happily. "Ahh...this is going to be good. I can't wait! I think I smell chocolate over here, let's go!" He wanders over to Clio of the Kush 's stand, licking his lips. "Heeey, could I get one of those brownies you have there? They look pretty good." The young vampire gives an innocent grin, and it's clear that he has no idea what's in the brownies. "Hiya." Clio waves, people were flocking around her booth, it was a success. She giggles when Vera stops Roy from having a brownie. "Just one won't hurt!" She then spots Tommy, what kind of creature was she(assumes tommy is a girl). She looked to be only wearing a shirt. "Hi, I've never seen someone like you before!" |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2016 20:16:51 GMT -8
The whistle caught her attention and her head would swivel around. Medrod had already made a jump for flight before the pie left the man's hand, squawking in alarm. But it was too late - she barely had enough time to close her eyes and brace for the assault at her face. Thankfully all it was, was a pie. But the momentum was enough to make her take a step back to regain her balance, just as the dessert exploded across her face. She was standing there, partially hunched over, with presumably whipped cream, crust, and fruit filling staining her entire face, neck and shoulders - and it was dripping off in bits and chunks to her boots and the ground.
To say she was furious was an understatement. Her pride was already clambering down its ladder - having been made an embarrassment at a prank in one of THE most public events... where people from all sorts came to visit. She could hear laughter from people that saw the incident. A part of her wanted to just sink into the ground and disappear - how the hell was she going to live this down? Especially by any others of Celadine back home if they heard - or even saw this? When her head slowly came up, storm grey eyes flooded with nature's fury were drilling into Sidarin, and then she wanted to shove her knife in his throat. For the moment she stood there still, glaring and absolutely seething.
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Tommy
Established
Roleplay posts: 45 
Physical Description: Has gray hair, two cat ears and two dog ears peeking from under his hair. His fur is timtamnium white, and silky smooth to touch. His fuzzy tail wiggles when he's exited, frustrated, or needs to pee. These coincide more often than one might think.
Clothes and Equipment: Has a brightly coloured, striped T-shirt he has been wearing forever. He wears similarly coloured underwear below the shirt.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 11:25:11 GMT -8
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Post by Tommy on Apr 13, 2016 22:24:18 GMT -8
The scents of The festival attracted Tommy through the faire. He decided to have a little excursion away from his companions. "Hoo. Diis smell so good." Tommy stuck his nose into every and anything that smelled delicious. After a confused clasman refused to sell him an omelet in exchange for an onion. (And after Tommy took revenge on the man By barraging his stall with onions.) The festival people confiscated Tommys' snacks, which forced him to regroup.
Shoulders dragging the ground, Tommy caught up to the others. "Gawoo... Royyyyyy... I haven't got any muns..." He gnawed the table's edge in frustration. Hmm. Hmmmm... These brownies smelled just excuisite.
"Mreaow!" Tommy could wait no longer. Without warning, the dog/cat hybrid pounces onto the table, knocking over several traditional Kush Tribe delicacies. He stuffed his face into a big pile of sweet juicy chocolate-y goodness, and was instantly feeling 1000% better.
"Oh boi this is good. Roi! You gotta try dis." Tommy was kneeling downwards on the table, chowing down with what seemed like a neverending appetite. He was causing quite a commotion. Concerned mothers covered their daughters' eyes. Even more concerned covered their sons'.
He would've answered Clio, but his ears were filled with dough. And he was hearing the intro to Happy Together repeating inside his brain at full blast.
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Clio of the Kush
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55
Registered: Apr 10, 2016 0:29:56 GMT -8
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Post by Clio of the Kush on Apr 13, 2016 22:41:13 GMT -8
"WAA! Hey!" Clio shouts in surprise as her stand is invaded by Tommy, a bunch of stuff being knocked over. She waves to the other festival-goers, "Come back later! We're closed for now."
"Get down from there you varmint!" Clio grapples Tommy to pull him/her off the top of the table and get him/her away from the brownies, "You're gonna get sick from eating so many!"
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Meredy
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 23
Physical Description: ***********************
Body: average size, tanned
Hair: brown, shoulder-length, flowing
Eyes: green
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Clothes and Equipment: ***********************
Spell Book
orange died fur shoulder cape with hood, fox ears sewed on top
black sleeves, stockings
short cloth skirt
dark suede belt
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Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 0:26:18 GMT -8
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Post by Meredy on Apr 14, 2016 1:31:28 GMT -8
Meredy had been excited the moment she had laid eyes on the tents and boothes she saw, which resembled the venue of the festival. Making her way closer to the center, she saw many different people and creatures roaming about. Many of them she had never seen before and eyed them curiously. There were even ones which looked like undead. And even dragons... in humand form? They had their own "booth", if you could call it that, but sadly the mainly sold meat. But she wasn't interested in meat. She wanted sweets! With teary eyes she stood in front of the booth of Clio of the Kush, seeing that it was closed. It looked like someone either really liked the treats or really hated them. Whatever the reason, the booth was in no state to present any wares. Another "booth", which looked more like a bar, offered various sorts of alcoholic beverages. The next one some kind of meat, again. From some local guests, walking past her, she heard that these undead had the best cakes they had ever tasted. Hearing that made her prick up her ears. And although she was a little scared of those men, she made her way to their... booth? It was a crypt and it didn't really make her feel any better. It was rather quite the opposite. Inside her mind, hear fear was fighting with the desire for anything sweet and it was brutal. Taking one step at a time, which probably looked pretty funny to outsiders, she walked down the steps into the crypt. But in the end it was so worth it. What she saw there made her forget all her fears and she couldn't wait to sink her teeth in one of the delicious looking cakes. "Do you have any with vanilla flavor?" she blurted out to the first one of the strange undead people. |
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Sidarin Ves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2016 17:20:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 14, 2016 7:00:17 GMT -8
Sidarin snorted with laughter as the pie splattered on her face. The ambush had worked perfectly! He thought about yelling that at her before he saw the look in her eyes. Yeah, she was pissed and mortified. She probably wouldn't appreciate him pointing out he proved her wrong. Suddenly his petty revenge didn't seem quite so satisfying. He briefly considers apologizing, but why the hell should he? She had pointed a bloody arrow at him! That was way worse than a pie to the face. Scowling Sid takes off down one of the aisles. Specter meanwhile trots past Cat and goes after the ranger at a sedate pace.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Apr 14, 2016 9:07:43 GMT -8
"Ehh?" Roy turns to Vera, shocked, as she drags him off. Why would she deprive him of brownies? "What's wrong, Vera? What's the Kush tribe? What do they put in their baked goods?" He walks along behind her, glancing over as Tommy attacks the booth. "Oh dear...I hope Tommy doesn't get into too much trouble. Wait, did you say Zaraen set up a booth? What's he doing all the way out here?" Casting one more longing look at the chocolate pastries, he sighs and follows Vera. "Well, let's get some of those wrapped thingies that guy is selling. They look good." He gestures towards Levi Thunderstruck's booth. |
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Registered: Nov 22, 2024 8:16:25 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2016 17:57:10 GMT -8
Alessia wandered from booth to booth, looking at the foreign foods on display and trying free samples where they were available. Naturally, some she liked more than others. Her sweet tooth was severely under-developed so most of what she enjoyed were savories, some of the foods were so rich they made her recoil a little.
Most of the vendors who tried to start a conversation found her quiet leaning a little towards standoffish. The crowds and festive atmosphere made her anxious and she avoided the large crowds, stepping into gaps between tents as gaggles of celebrants based-by.
As she walked, a man in leather armor and a heavy cloak brushed shoulders with her in his hurry to move through the crowd, she looked back over her shoulder at him and then surreptitiously checked for her coin purse to see if it was still there. It was.
She shrugged mentally and kept walking, unknowingly walking right into a ring of hushed festival-goers. She came to a halt and looked around in confusion, her gaze finding an older, though not by much, woman who at first glance seemed to have a diseased face but Alessia quickly realized was just covered in cream. It was also a face that was clearly pissed.
The huntress made a small oh with her mouth and pulled out a rag she used as a kerchief and held it out for the woman. "He went that way." She said hesitantly, belatedly putting two and two together. Whether or not the kerchief was accepted, she moved out of the woman's path.
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Sakand
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Registered: Sept 1, 2015 12:05:39 GMT -8
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Post by Sakand on Apr 14, 2016 19:49:51 GMT -8
A small section belonged to a few vendors wearing exotic silks, their stalls decorated with beads and embroidered tapestries, all of which was for sale. Enchanted beads, talismans, and potions were available to some of the shoppers, as the event had provided an opportunity to show Sakand's culture, an elusive one from the southern deserts that was even more difficult than ever to reach nowadays. The real deal, however, was the food. All day long, they cooked enough spicy curries, flatbread, kebabs and other exotic delicacies to allow everyone a chance to try Sakand's spice-heavy flavors that were not common anywhere else in the known world.  |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2016 20:20:26 GMT -8
Every ounce of her being wanted to tear after the man and beat him into submission... or at least a coma. But by some miracle of the Earthwarden, she kept in place as he vanished into the crowds. The woman that approached and offered the kerchief would be the next recipient of her vicious glare but only for a moment. She would turn her eyes away - this woman was not the cause for her rage. Without a word, for fear of spitting out something bitter rather than appreciation, she turns to walk away - guiding the Clydesdale, Artair, away with a hand still at his neck. Right now, she was done with the festival. Her pride had been left at Alessia's feet, withered and worthless. Right now... she just wanted to get to solitude by the river and clean up this mess...
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Post by Happy Festival Guests on Apr 14, 2016 20:21:54 GMT -8
Desert culture was completely different form Land-Tiller culture, and so everything they had was unique to the locals. The desert dwellers would find themselves being tipped in precious stones, fossils, and gold coins with unknown historical figures engraved on them, which of course were valuable in their own ways.
The tapestries and beads were considered treasures themselves for all the intricate work that went into them, and so would adorn wealthy homes and the Longhouses.
But most importantly, the delectable combination of spices would invigorate the people. Their curries would sell out very quickly, and lead to a miniature revolution in cooking ideas throughout the land.
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The Kingdom of Belrow
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Player's online availability : Most days
Registered: Apr 10, 2016 2:54:12 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Belrow on Apr 14, 2016 20:58:20 GMT -8
Meredy had been excited the moment she had laid eyes on the tents and boothes she saw, which resembled the venue of the festival. Making her way closer to the center, she saw many different people and creatures roaming about. Many of them she had never seen before and eyed them curiously. There were even ones which looked like undead. And even dragons... in humand form? They had their own "booth", if you could call it that, but sadly the mainly sold meat. But she wasn't interested in meat. She wanted sweets! With teary eyes she stood in front of the booth of Clio of the Kush , seeing that it was closed. It looked like someone either really liked the treats or really hated them. Whatever the reason, the booth was in no state to present any wares. Another "booth", which looked more like a bar, offered various sorts of alcoholic beverages. The next one some kind of meat, again. From some local guests, walking past her, she heard that these undead had the best cakes they had ever tasted. Hearing that made her prick up her ears. And although she was a little scared of those men, she made her way to their... booth? It was a crypt and it didn't really make her feel any better. It was rather quite the opposite. Inside her mind, hear fear was fighting with the desire for anything sweet and it was brutal. Taking one step at a time, which probably looked pretty funny to outsiders, she walked down the steps into the crypt. But in the end it was so worth it. What she saw there made her forget all her fears and she couldn't wait to sink her teeth in one of the delicious looking cakes. "Do you have any with vanilla flavor?" she blurted out to the first one of the strange undead people. There was a commotion from the front of the booth. Quite a loud voice too. Yerazin walked out into the customer area, wearing a pink apron and large chief's hat that someone had let him borrow. He saw the problem immediately, the woman was asking a question, and of course, his servants could not reply only point and shake or nod their heads. He sought to quickly alleviate this raising tensions, his next cake was almost ready to come out of the oven. Stepping forward he addressed the girl in his slow halting speech. "You must...forgive my servants...they are unable...to speak. Vanilla is the flavor of your choice? Well let me cut you up a slice." He walked towards the large white cake placed precariously on top of a stone bench, in the shape of a coffin and began cutting up a large slice. He gave the large piece of vanilla cake to the living creature."Free of...charge. Our kind...has no need for ...material goods. Only enough...to repay the debt of the materials." He then awaited for her to bite into the slice and watch her reaction to his new found cooking skills. |
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Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 323
Age: Way too old for any shenanigans.
Physical Description: In her natural form, Va'nei is a dragon. A very very large dragon. She stands 90' tall at the shoulder, and her wingspan is 480'; her body is long and slender, for a dragon, at 230' long. Her tail is longer than that of the average dragon, longer even than the rest of her body at a total 270', and dwindles to a long, thin, prehensile point capable of great dexterity and precision. She is ancient and colossal, an earth dragon of great wisdom, and appears to be covered in leaves, moss, and vines. Her eyes are a vibrant shining gold in both forms. In her human shape, she is humorously small compared to her dragon form. An average 5'6" and slender, she has long green hair and lightly-tanned skin; her skin retains a faint iridescent scale pattern, seen in certain angles of light.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in her dragon shape, Va'nei carries no equipment. As a human, she wears layered green robes and a pair of thigh-high green heeled boots. She also wears a headband with a small feathered adornment just above her left ear, and a necklace comprised of carved crystal beads.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 11:13:10 GMT -8
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Post by Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden on Apr 14, 2016 22:08:46 GMT -8
The shadow of a dragon appeared overhead, circling around before landing on the edge of the fairgrounds. As her huge form landed with all the grace of a much smaller dragon, flowers sprung up around her body, the grass growing thick and lush and a vibrant green. The vines on her back loosened, allowing her adopted hatchling @cuteness1 freedom from his bindings. Golden eyes gazed out across the assembled crowd with something akin to awe, but also something of a mother's pride.
Lowering her head and tucking her wings back against her body, she bowed to the Land-Tillers. Did they remember her? If they didn't, then surely her beloved people, the Elves, did. But where were they? Had they survived? Had they gone underground? Did they keep to the duties she had given them? Raising her head, Va'nei looked across the crowd once more. It mattered little. These people remained, descended of those she had shepherded, and they kept to her ways. It was most pleasing. Raising her head, she spoke in a musical voice, grand as befitting her size, but pleasant. "I am Va'nei Dha'zhi, Earthwarden.. and I have returned home after countless years of slumber. Who leads you, Children of the Earth?"
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Registered: Nov 22, 2024 8:16:25 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2016 22:15:19 GMT -8
He loved the flight, even beneath the protective vines on Momma green dragon's back. When they loosened up he was almost giddy and tried to waddle his way off her back - only to tumble and fall and land with a roll of thumps on the ground. A little whimper would sound out as he rolled over onto his tummy, lifting his head and shaking it a bit to clear the cobwebs out. Then he realized... this wasn't the forest clearing anymore. This wasn't a quiet place... and there were so many creatures everywhere, and so many shapes and sizes - and none of them looked like him or Momma!
What is his response? Head ducked low near the ground, tailed tucked in, and he crawled over to hide behind his mother's leg for protection and security - giant wonder and fear filled eyes looking out to those nearby. The only sound was a very soft murmur of uncertainty.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Apr 14, 2016 22:32:23 GMT -8
"The Kush tribe are... Mother Gaia..."
Whatever Vera had been about to say was lost. If she hadn't seen the might beast fly in, she would have known it was here when it landed. When she landed Vera amended in her mind. The earth sang with the dragons presence. The power the dragon possessed and the love the earth had for her a symphony. Vera pushes her way through the crowd coming before the dragon. She feels like she should kneel but doesn't. She does feel like she should do something though... She gives a half bow half curtsy. She does not speak it feels as though she should wait to be addressed.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 8:16:25 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2016 22:33:54 GMT -8
The shadow cast overhead sent Artair into a fit, shaking and pacing and almost shrieking in terror as it swallowed them for just a moment. It took quite a bit of forceful effort on Catriona's part to calm him down, and then her eyes turned to the skies in search of the source.
Her very breath caught in her throat as she saw the beast circle about and then make a landing outside the festivities. She couldn't help but stare as she loomed well over the tents, booths and stalls - even with herself being some distance away. Just by looking at her very form, nature etched into every detail on the dragon... it couldn't be.
She hadn't even been aware she was moving through the tents towards the place the Earthwarden had come to land - and she heard clearly as she spoke. Yes, it really was her... It made her weak in the knees, but somehow she kept her feet. Somehow. Completely forgetting she was in no condition to be presented, she stopped many paces off from the dragon herself - and a baby dragon? This brought her eyes to the ground where the tiny creature fumbled and fell, watching it scurry back to the safety of his protector. Did the Earthwarden bear a child?
The questions were endlessly running about her mind. None came out past her lips - she simply stood there, a mess, and marvel up at the dragon with a mix of awe, wonder and a bit of uncertainty. Artair, surprisingly, remained by her side and didn't panic again.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Apr 14, 2016 22:37:59 GMT -8
Roy turns when he hears the giant dragon land, curious to see what Vera's looking at. His eyes widen when he sees a massive green dragon in the middle of the fairground.
"Hey, Vera! Am I going crazy, or is that a big dragon? That's pretty neat."
He's about to turn away, when he notices a much smaller dragon peeking out from beneath the green behemoth. He squints, looking closer. Luckily, the vampirism gives him perfect, enhanced vision.
"Is that....OHMYGODSVERAITSALITTLEDRAGON!"
The young vampire lets out a rather high-pitched squee. The little dragon is so cute! Finally, he notices that Vera seems to be bowing.
"What's up, Vera? Is this a Druid thing?"
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Elder Havador
Committed
The Leader of the Land-Tiller's Tribe
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 140-ish
Physical Description: An old, thin man. He is tall for his age, around 6'.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears simple cloth and shows no sign of being the Land-Tiller Tribe's most influential leader. He has no weapons of any kind, though he does carry his favorite books.
He can however be recognized by a series of trinkets and bracelets he wears on his arms, gifts given to him by all the children and young wizards he helped mentor during his days at the tower.
Registered: May 18, 2015 11:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Elder Havador on Apr 14, 2016 22:41:06 GMT -8
Many of the festival guests would be astonished to see such a massive creature appear out of nowhere, regardless of how peaceful and benevolent it seemed. But there was one guest who would have some idea of who she was.
"... It cannot be... MY WORD!" The old man practically had a spring in his step as he approached the creature.A century old, bearded man, wearing simple cotton robes to retain the heat of his frail body. He was still somewhat tall and spry for his age, although not nearly as tall as his latest guest! "I am Elder Havador, leader of the Land-Tiller's parliamentary council." He bowed down, to the surprise of the Land-Tillers who saw him as the leader.
"Oh, and who might you be?" The presence of the child would only reinforce the fact that the massive beast was in fact, benevolent. But seeing how frightened the baby dragon was, he would back off.
"Va'nei... your presence... I can only begin to fathom what it must mean. We have much to discuss. The ones you seek, they are indeed alive, but knowledge of them is all but lost among my people. And unfortunately, so is the knowledge of who you are... But this is not the place to discuss such things. Soon we shall meet privately. If your august presence may take human form, you are more than welcome to our grand festival! Eat, be merry! This is a time of peace and celebration!"
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