Sally "Slice"
Established
Weeeeeeeee
Roleplay posts: 10 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Caucasian skin, silver eyes, and long red hair. Three glyphs are inscribed into her arms.
Clothes and Equipment: White undershirt with long sleeves.
Leather armor for the torso with light metal plating.
Metal armor for the wrist up to the elbow. This section has built in wrist knives.
Two holsters on back for automatic crossbows and ammo.
Crossbows will use magic to do the following
When out of ammo the crossbows use teleportation crystals to retrieve the
ammo which also has a similar teleportation crystal inside.
Long cargo pants with metal kneecap coverings.
Combat boots with knives hidden inside the boot's heel that can flip out.
A club that can heal peoples injuries when it hits them, its power comes from the glyph inscribed on its base.
Allegiances: Herself
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 1:33:41 GMT -8
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Post by Sally "Slice" on Dec 15, 2018 21:40:31 GMT -8
A sudden ghastly gust of wind blew over the wood elf, Nareena, as she dastardly made her way to the capitol of the world. She never condoned the cold, nor was a fan of snow. She liked the soil as it was meant to be, earthy and warm, not to mention drier than a seventy-year old orc matron of a brothel. Her pursed lips were what generally others read as a very negative personality, but just because she frowned nigh 80% of her time awake didn't mean she had any particular disdain for those around her- she was just distrusting. At a young age Nareena had learned of betrayal the hardest way imaginable and even though it had been her mother who had given her this experience, she still found it curdling at her very core with rot. The pale-skinned and antlered wood elf had a bright red apple in her hand, to which she took a large bite of happily. Juices from the fruit spilled out the corners of her mouth. A fair enough breakfast, and it looked like the soil of the road got to taste the apple as well. It was a win-win situation. A flutter in the trees is heard by the elf. Inside the trees a grinning mad lady smiles from her perch, invisible to the world. She had found a dragon! A real life one too! Walking on two legs! How could she not try to catch this one? The last ten got away, but this was a golden opportunity! She jumps down into the road, completely undetectable from the elven eye and creeping up on the new "Dragon." |
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Nareena
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: Thirty-one.
Physical Description: Nareena is a woodland elf with small antlers on her forehead. She stands at approximately five feet tall and three inches, and has a muscled toned build with an appropriate bust and posterior. Her breasts are an exact size of F, with a posterior that is often favored by many that come across her on her travels. She has a slight bit of pudge on her stomach but not enough to be considered chubby or obese. Her eyes are completely black and shine with a glisten.
Clothes and Equipment: Nareena wears a forest green cloak, with dark brown leather armor, as well as gloves and boots. She has a broach on her cloak that resembles a Celtic trinity knot. The broach is made out of a old silver and has enough wear-and-tear to be noted for being a family heirloom. She carries a curved longsword with a hilt much like a katanas but with a sun on the bottom of the hilt. She carries a silver dagger in each boot along with vials of poison in the lining of her cloak.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Usually always.
Registered: Dec 15, 2018 20:41:29 GMT -8
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Post by Nareena on Dec 15, 2018 21:51:27 GMT -8
Nareena paid no attention to the probably much taller lady trying to sneak up on her short self. She finished her apple with one last juicy crunch before tossing the core behind her, and effectively whacking the lady in the head with it. She continued her walk with a bit of a dancing skip as she tried her best to remember the tune to a shanty so she could hum it and set her mind at ease.
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Sally "Slice"
Established
Weeeeeeeee
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 19
Physical Description: Caucasian skin, silver eyes, and long red hair. Three glyphs are inscribed into her arms.
Clothes and Equipment: White undershirt with long sleeves.
Leather armor for the torso with light metal plating.
Metal armor for the wrist up to the elbow. This section has built in wrist knives.
Two holsters on back for automatic crossbows and ammo.
Crossbows will use magic to do the following
When out of ammo the crossbows use teleportation crystals to retrieve the
ammo which also has a similar teleportation crystal inside.
Long cargo pants with metal kneecap coverings.
Combat boots with knives hidden inside the boot's heel that can flip out.
A club that can heal peoples injuries when it hits them, its power comes from the glyph inscribed on its base.
Allegiances: Herself
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 1:33:41 GMT -8
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Post by Sally "Slice" on Dec 15, 2018 21:55:50 GMT -8
Nareena paid no attention to the probably much taller lady trying to sneak up on her short self. She finished her apple with one last juicy crunch before tossing the core behind her, and effectively whacking the lady in the head with it. She continued her walk with a bit of a dancing skip as she tried her best to remember the tune to a shanty so she could hum it and set her mind at ease. The apple hits her forehead with a thump, and a small laugh is heard and Sally lunges and tackles Nareena from behind. Nareena hears an eery laugh in her ear, "Hello dragon! AWESOME SCALES! DO YOU SHINE THEM? HA HA I CAUGHT A DRAGON I CAUGHT A DRAGON!" Nareena notices that this invisible being is holding two things in her hands, with pointy bits at the end. |
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Nareena
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: Thirty-one.
Physical Description: Nareena is a woodland elf with small antlers on her forehead. She stands at approximately five feet tall and three inches, and has a muscled toned build with an appropriate bust and posterior. Her breasts are an exact size of F, with a posterior that is often favored by many that come across her on her travels. She has a slight bit of pudge on her stomach but not enough to be considered chubby or obese. Her eyes are completely black and shine with a glisten.
Clothes and Equipment: Nareena wears a forest green cloak, with dark brown leather armor, as well as gloves and boots. She has a broach on her cloak that resembles a Celtic trinity knot. The broach is made out of a old silver and has enough wear-and-tear to be noted for being a family heirloom. She carries a curved longsword with a hilt much like a katanas but with a sun on the bottom of the hilt. She carries a silver dagger in each boot along with vials of poison in the lining of her cloak.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Usually always.
Registered: Dec 15, 2018 20:41:29 GMT -8
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Post by Nareena on Dec 15, 2018 22:01:40 GMT -8
The wood elf looked confused as the hidden assailant held the [what appeared to be] daggers close to herself. Of course, being a mute had its certain restrictions and in this very almost common case of being thrown into the dirt, it sucked to be a mute. She shook her head 'no' at being called a dragon and then made a point to use her left hand to point at her knife-life ears. She had no idea what a dragon would even look like, but she doubted they looked like five feet tall wood elves. She swallowed nervousness before using her foot to kick where she thought the assailant's gut might be, and then would attempt to twist over and sock her square between her eyes to knock her equilibrium off track.
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Sally "Slice"
Established
Weeeeeeeee
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 19
Physical Description: Caucasian skin, silver eyes, and long red hair. Three glyphs are inscribed into her arms.
Clothes and Equipment: White undershirt with long sleeves.
Leather armor for the torso with light metal plating.
Metal armor for the wrist up to the elbow. This section has built in wrist knives.
Two holsters on back for automatic crossbows and ammo.
Crossbows will use magic to do the following
When out of ammo the crossbows use teleportation crystals to retrieve the
ammo which also has a similar teleportation crystal inside.
Long cargo pants with metal kneecap coverings.
Combat boots with knives hidden inside the boot's heel that can flip out.
A club that can heal peoples injuries when it hits them, its power comes from the glyph inscribed on its base.
Allegiances: Herself
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 1:33:41 GMT -8
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Post by Sally "Slice" on Dec 15, 2018 22:06:06 GMT -8
The wood elf looked confused as the hidden assailant held the [what appeared to be] daggers close to herself. Of course, being a mute had its certain restrictions and in this very almost common case of being thrown into the dirt, it sucked to be a mute. She shook her head 'no' at being called a dragon and then made a point to use her left hand to point at her knife-life ears. She had no idea what a dragon would even look like, but she doubted they looked like five feet tall wood elves. She swallowed nervousness before using her foot to kick where she thought the assailant's gut might be, and then would attempt to twist over and sock her square between her eyes to knock her equilibrium off track. "HAHA HA HA HA THE DRAGON IS PLAYING IT'S SO CUTE! HA HA HA HA HA." The female coughs and begins to wrestle back, dropping her two pointy things, and play with this fun new "Dragon." She grins even more, "YOU HAVE A TONGUE, YOU HAVE A POINTY TONGUE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAS." This strange new female tackle hugs the elf pinning her arms to her sides. |
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Nareena
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: Thirty-one.
Physical Description: Nareena is a woodland elf with small antlers on her forehead. She stands at approximately five feet tall and three inches, and has a muscled toned build with an appropriate bust and posterior. Her breasts are an exact size of F, with a posterior that is often favored by many that come across her on her travels. She has a slight bit of pudge on her stomach but not enough to be considered chubby or obese. Her eyes are completely black and shine with a glisten.
Clothes and Equipment: Nareena wears a forest green cloak, with dark brown leather armor, as well as gloves and boots. She has a broach on her cloak that resembles a Celtic trinity knot. The broach is made out of a old silver and has enough wear-and-tear to be noted for being a family heirloom. She carries a curved longsword with a hilt much like a katanas but with a sun on the bottom of the hilt. She carries a silver dagger in each boot along with vials of poison in the lining of her cloak.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Usually always.
Registered: Dec 15, 2018 20:41:29 GMT -8
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Post by Nareena on Dec 15, 2018 22:23:31 GMT -8
It did bother her that none of her retreats were working well, so Nareena just gave into the toddling and teasing at her being comparable to a dragon. She began to think it better to nourish the insane rather than reap what little sanity they had, so she'd play along for as long as she could. She slithered her tongue out like a lizards and chomped down with her little sharp teeth each time it slithered back in. Then, she gave the invisible entity a long lick on what she assumed to be her face.
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Sally "Slice"
Established
Weeeeeeeee
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 19
Physical Description: Caucasian skin, silver eyes, and long red hair. Three glyphs are inscribed into her arms.
Clothes and Equipment: White undershirt with long sleeves.
Leather armor for the torso with light metal plating.
Metal armor for the wrist up to the elbow. This section has built in wrist knives.
Two holsters on back for automatic crossbows and ammo.
Crossbows will use magic to do the following
When out of ammo the crossbows use teleportation crystals to retrieve the
ammo which also has a similar teleportation crystal inside.
Long cargo pants with metal kneecap coverings.
Combat boots with knives hidden inside the boot's heel that can flip out.
A club that can heal peoples injuries when it hits them, its power comes from the glyph inscribed on its base.
Allegiances: Herself
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 1:33:41 GMT -8
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Post by Sally "Slice" on Dec 15, 2018 22:29:19 GMT -8
It did bother her that none of her retreats were working well, so Nareena just gave into the toddling and teasing at her being comparable to a dragon. She began to think it better to nourish the insane rather than reap what little sanity they had, so she'd play along for as long as she could. She slithered her tongue out like a lizards and chomped down with her little sharp teeth each time it slithered back in. Then, she gave the invisible entity a long lick on what she assumed to be her face. "HA HA HA HA HA HA, GAH ACID ACID ACID!" The female screams wiping it of her face, she then takes a closer look at her "dragon," and gasps in sadness, "Oh...oh...oh no...your wings are gone...are these bloody stumps? oh....oh...I was going to practice taxidermy...but...you're so sad..." The female starts to cry at this new found epiphany. |
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Nareena
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: Thirty-one.
Physical Description: Nareena is a woodland elf with small antlers on her forehead. She stands at approximately five feet tall and three inches, and has a muscled toned build with an appropriate bust and posterior. Her breasts are an exact size of F, with a posterior that is often favored by many that come across her on her travels. She has a slight bit of pudge on her stomach but not enough to be considered chubby or obese. Her eyes are completely black and shine with a glisten.
Clothes and Equipment: Nareena wears a forest green cloak, with dark brown leather armor, as well as gloves and boots. She has a broach on her cloak that resembles a Celtic trinity knot. The broach is made out of a old silver and has enough wear-and-tear to be noted for being a family heirloom. She carries a curved longsword with a hilt much like a katanas but with a sun on the bottom of the hilt. She carries a silver dagger in each boot along with vials of poison in the lining of her cloak.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Usually always.
Registered: Dec 15, 2018 20:41:29 GMT -8
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Post by Nareena on Dec 15, 2018 22:32:38 GMT -8
The sight of tears was something that had always been an uncomfortable one to the short wood elf but she was willing to counsel this poor woman in her time of manic need. Nareena wrapped her arms around the woman and nuzzled her chin into her neck after purring like an content drake nearest her ear. She didn't know if it would work, but Nareena was tired of being thrown around like a fourteen year old's puppet-toy. Her hands rubbed at the woman's back lovingly in an attempt to FINALLY pacify her aggressive behavior.
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Sally "Slice"
Established
Weeeeeeeee
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 19
Physical Description: Caucasian skin, silver eyes, and long red hair. Three glyphs are inscribed into her arms.
Clothes and Equipment: White undershirt with long sleeves.
Leather armor for the torso with light metal plating.
Metal armor for the wrist up to the elbow. This section has built in wrist knives.
Two holsters on back for automatic crossbows and ammo.
Crossbows will use magic to do the following
When out of ammo the crossbows use teleportation crystals to retrieve the
ammo which also has a similar teleportation crystal inside.
Long cargo pants with metal kneecap coverings.
Combat boots with knives hidden inside the boot's heel that can flip out.
A club that can heal peoples injuries when it hits them, its power comes from the glyph inscribed on its base.
Allegiances: Herself
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 1:33:41 GMT -8
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Post by Sally "Slice" on Dec 15, 2018 22:37:13 GMT -8
The sight of tears was something that had always been an uncomfortable one to the short wood elf but she was willing to counsel this poor woman in her time of manic need. Nareena wrapped her arms around the woman and nuzzled her chin into her neck after purring like an content drake nearest her ear. She didn't know if it would work, but Nareena was tired of being thrown around like a fourteen year old's puppet-toy. Her hands rubbed at the woman's back lovingly in an attempt to FINALLY pacify her aggressive behavior. "You...you...don't have wings...just bloody stumps...what happened? Did someone cut them off? I can't even taxidermy you now...my stomach is all fluttery, and I feel like vomiting...I don't like vomit, vomit is nasty. Bleh, HEY I CAN GIVE YOU NEW WINGS!" The elf finds that this delusional being has knives strapped to her boots, and her crossbows are repeating. |
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Nareena
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: Thirty-one.
Physical Description: Nareena is a woodland elf with small antlers on her forehead. She stands at approximately five feet tall and three inches, and has a muscled toned build with an appropriate bust and posterior. Her breasts are an exact size of F, with a posterior that is often favored by many that come across her on her travels. She has a slight bit of pudge on her stomach but not enough to be considered chubby or obese. Her eyes are completely black and shine with a glisten.
Clothes and Equipment: Nareena wears a forest green cloak, with dark brown leather armor, as well as gloves and boots. She has a broach on her cloak that resembles a Celtic trinity knot. The broach is made out of a old silver and has enough wear-and-tear to be noted for being a family heirloom. She carries a curved longsword with a hilt much like a katanas but with a sun on the bottom of the hilt. She carries a silver dagger in each boot along with vials of poison in the lining of her cloak.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Usually always.
Registered: Dec 15, 2018 20:41:29 GMT -8
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Post by Nareena on Dec 15, 2018 22:40:34 GMT -8
Vomit. Vomit was good though, because she could easily induce it if the delusional woman was already feeling queasy. Nareena arched her head as far as it would go until her black hair fully laid onto the dirt road and then slammed her head upwards as she'd knock the lady hard, and would headbutt her again and again with her antlers acting as a proper ram. Then she brought her foot into the woman's stomach, again, and again, and surprisingly wouldn't stop kicking her into the stomach. She wanted her to feel enough pain to vomit her innards out if she must, but Nareena was tired of playing around with the mentally challenged.
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Sally "Slice"
Established
Weeeeeeeee
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 19
Physical Description: Caucasian skin, silver eyes, and long red hair. Three glyphs are inscribed into her arms.
Clothes and Equipment: White undershirt with long sleeves.
Leather armor for the torso with light metal plating.
Metal armor for the wrist up to the elbow. This section has built in wrist knives.
Two holsters on back for automatic crossbows and ammo.
Crossbows will use magic to do the following
When out of ammo the crossbows use teleportation crystals to retrieve the
ammo which also has a similar teleportation crystal inside.
Long cargo pants with metal kneecap coverings.
Combat boots with knives hidden inside the boot's heel that can flip out.
A club that can heal peoples injuries when it hits them, its power comes from the glyph inscribed on its base.
Allegiances: Herself
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 1:33:41 GMT -8
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Post by Sally "Slice" on Dec 16, 2018 7:08:37 GMT -8
Vomit. Vomit was good though, because she could easily induce it if the delusional woman was already feeling queasy. Nareena arched her head as far as it would go until her black hair fully laid onto the dirt road and then slammed her head upwards as she'd knock the lady hard, and would headbutt her again and again with her antlers acting as a proper ram. Then she brought her foot into the woman's stomach, again, and again, and surprisingly wouldn't stop kicking her into the stomach. She wanted her to feel enough pain to vomit her innards out if she must, but Nareena was tired of playing around with the mentally challenged. The female gasps in shock at the assault and is soon coughing up blood by the continued barrage caught completely off guard by the attack. She starts mumbling something under her breath around when she starts getting kicked, "Wait...no....no stop....mom...stop..." |
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Nareena
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: Thirty-one.
Physical Description: Nareena is a woodland elf with small antlers on her forehead. She stands at approximately five feet tall and three inches, and has a muscled toned build with an appropriate bust and posterior. Her breasts are an exact size of F, with a posterior that is often favored by many that come across her on her travels. She has a slight bit of pudge on her stomach but not enough to be considered chubby or obese. Her eyes are completely black and shine with a glisten.
Clothes and Equipment: Nareena wears a forest green cloak, with dark brown leather armor, as well as gloves and boots. She has a broach on her cloak that resembles a Celtic trinity knot. The broach is made out of a old silver and has enough wear-and-tear to be noted for being a family heirloom. She carries a curved longsword with a hilt much like a katanas but with a sun on the bottom of the hilt. She carries a silver dagger in each boot along with vials of poison in the lining of her cloak.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Usually always.
Registered: Dec 15, 2018 20:41:29 GMT -8
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Post by Nareena on Dec 16, 2018 14:16:07 GMT -8
Nareena didn't stop however, because her remorse had been replaced by a lack of pity. She kicked her three more times before shoving her body off of her, and running as fast as she could away from the kooky woman. She had no pity for the abused children that manifested into monsters in their adult years, because there came a point in time when no one could help them but themselves. The wood elf wouldn't stop running until she'd get to the city.
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Sally "Slice"
Established
Weeeeeeeee
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 19
Physical Description: Caucasian skin, silver eyes, and long red hair. Three glyphs are inscribed into her arms.
Clothes and Equipment: White undershirt with long sleeves.
Leather armor for the torso with light metal plating.
Metal armor for the wrist up to the elbow. This section has built in wrist knives.
Two holsters on back for automatic crossbows and ammo.
Crossbows will use magic to do the following
When out of ammo the crossbows use teleportation crystals to retrieve the
ammo which also has a similar teleportation crystal inside.
Long cargo pants with metal kneecap coverings.
Combat boots with knives hidden inside the boot's heel that can flip out.
A club that can heal peoples injuries when it hits them, its power comes from the glyph inscribed on its base.
Allegiances: Herself
Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 18, 2018 1:33:41 GMT -8
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Post by Sally "Slice" on Dec 16, 2018 14:22:23 GMT -8
Nareena didn't stop however, because her remorse had been replaced by a lack of pity. She kicked her three more times before shoving her body off of her, and running as fast as she could away from the kooky woman. She had no pity for the abused children that manifested into monsters in their adult years, because there came a point in time when no one could help them but themselves. The wood elf wouldn't stop running until she'd get to the city. Sally coughs up blood and fires at the mean "dragon", by picking up her crossbow and firing, a lot. Her repeating crossbow fires endlessly as her bolts fire and teleport back into the crossbow on impact with a snap. |
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255 
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Jan 2, 2019 16:42:18 GMT -8
It was an old road, a decrepit road, that the crippled man traveled. Upon exiting the shadowed forest the man quickened his pace, uneasy at being out in the open. These lands were well known to the traveler but he had no solace in that fact. Sure, there were some happy memories here most ended in sorrow. Leaning heavily on his cane the man did not even seem to notice the guard tower as he passed.
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Sollix
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: Sollix is 8 feet when standing tall, but usually, his legs are bowed and back hunched putting him more at 6'5"
Registered: Nov 15, 2017 23:10:11 GMT -8
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Post by Sollix on Jan 2, 2019 17:15:33 GMT -8
Dealing with dragons and leading a caravan on Kobolds across a desert to fight giant lizards and treat with desert tribes, that was easy. Venturing into civil lands, this worried the troll. Isra was famed as the free city but still Solix was uneasy. He carried no weapons and walked slowly towards the guard tower.
"Hail," He called. Though he had a firm grasp of the common tongue he spoke with a guttural accent, "I have business in the Free City."
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Post by The Sargisian Caravan on Mar 3, 2019 12:43:17 GMT -8
The trumpeting elephant pulling the lead caravan marked the arrival of the merchants. Thirteen other wagons and carts followed up behind them, all led by various horses, mules and camels. To the sides were several bodyguards riding tall birds and horses, keeping their eyes out for any trouble, though most just conversed with the drivers and traders.
Upon seeing the guard post the lead driver slowed to a stop, grabbed up several parchments of paper under their seat that had detailed information on their cargo and and climbed down. Others soon followed suit, getting paperwork ready and preparing for a potentially long wait time.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 105
Registered: May 23, 2017 16:46:10 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Mar 3, 2019 16:58:29 GMT -8
For the past year, Jimmy Buckle had worked as a border guard at the southern checkpoint. He'd worked checkpoints before, mostly in the city or around other borders, but had recently been transferred all the way out here following his recent promotion to Assistant-Vice-Captain. Others would have complained about the posting, but not Assistant-Vice-Captain Buckle. He didn't mind the monotonous work or rainy days, nor the strange wanderers or the nervous chicken-smugglers. It was honest work in service of the empire, and he liked it. Besides, it was often a lot more interesting than people gave it credit for. Sure, it wasn't quite as exciting as being in the city proper, but there were still interesting characters passing through. A few months ago, a most peculiar man had passed through, and had told a tale of how he had been raised by owls and only ate worms and small rodents. Just last week, a group of very questionably clad professional adventurers had passed through, claiming that their armor was the finest in all the lands despite leaving many rather important areas exposed. Even yesterday, he'd met an odd sort of fellow in an unsettling white mask, who had introduced himself simply as a salesman of eyes. He'd seen quite a few strange things in his time out here, and was certain that nothing could surprise him now.
The elephant was surprising.
Jimmy stared up at the trumpeting beast, wondering what on earth it could be. He'd never seen an animal so large, especially not one that had been so well-tamed. What was that thing on its face? What did it eat? The other beasts of burden, perhaps? The sight was so shocking that he stared slack-jawed at the creature, not snapping out of his dumbfounded stupor until the party was almost at the checkpoint. Shaking himself, he remembered that he still had a job to do, enormous beasts or no. As the lead driver approached, he composed himself as best he could, trying to ignore the mountain of grey wrinkly flesh lumbering down the road.
"Er...state your business. Who are you, and why do you intend to enter the empire? Also...what is that thing?"
He gestured vaguely in the animal's general direction, wondering how he would describe it to the other guards back at the barracks. Sort of like an enormous cow, but with tusks like a boar, enormous ears, and a nose as long as two men standing on top of each other...they'd never believe him.
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Post by The Sargisian Caravan on Mar 3, 2019 18:25:41 GMT -8
"We're just a couple of merchants. Looking to do some business and resupplyin in the city before heading out. And as for her-" driver jestered back towards the behemoth, "Daisy here is a sweet heart and wouldn't hurt a fly. I promise she'll cause no trouble." The massive trunk comes to rest on his shoulder, touching his face as the driver pets it. The elephant was the smaller of the two species from back home. She had been pulling that caravan for as long as most of the members could remember. Than again the thing they'd really remember about her would be feeding and clean up time "Anyway. This document has all our information, we'd like to get moving again as quickly as possible so maybe we could walk through as you search it over?" Sitting caravans were targets, whether at a guard station or not, so the urgancy could be somewhat understandable
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 105
Registered: May 23, 2017 16:46:10 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Mar 3, 2019 21:21:22 GMT -8
Assistant-Vice-Captain Buckle eyed Daisy suspiciously, watching as the creature lowered its trunk to its handler's shoulder. Everyone seemed to say that their pets wouldn't hurt a fly, especially the owners of the most ferocious dogs he'd ever met. Still, this one seemed to be sedate enough...although that wasn't to say that it wouldn't start stomping people if given the order.
"Well...I suppose there's no law against letting...that in. One moment, please."
He looked over the document, scanning for anything that looked like contraband. Of course, it would be awfully dumb to put something illegal on the manifest...but sometimes smugglers really were that dumb. The other guards walked around the caravan, poking and prodding and peeking under burlap sacks and into boxes and barrels.
"You haven't got any chickens with you, do you? Those definitely aren't allowed. Otherwise...this all looks to be in order. Please enjoy your stay in Isra, and try not to let...uh...Daisy leave any droppings on the main road."
Glancing up once more at the hulking creature, he shuddered to think of what droppings from something that big would be like. Definitely not something he wanted to step in, that much was certain.
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Post by The Sargisian Caravan on Mar 4, 2019 3:03:31 GMT -8
A quick smile, a slight bow and the driver practically leapt back up into the seat after closing up his cart. Slamming and creaking could be heard as the other riders closed up and resealed the caravans and wagons, before long it looked like nothing had happened. "I'm afraid we don't have any chicken of any kind, more of salted beef and pork kinda group. And don't worry about that, we'll take care of it if any of it gets to out of hand!" A quick crack of the reigns and Daisy began moving again, the rest of the caravan soon followed after, all marching towards the city
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