Ershadt
Established
Sneaky gnome
Roleplay posts: 22 
Age: Some gnome-years
Physical Description: Gnome sized.
Clothes and Equipment: Not at all clad in worn leather armor and carrying various tools to break things open with.
Player's online availability : When you least expect it!
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:58:08 GMT -8
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Post by Ershadt on Dec 24, 2017 15:26:05 GMT -8
Qelci was acting up again and Ershadt didn't approve of that abrasive behavior at all and showed it by initially saying absolutelely nothing. She might be pointing her finger at him, but her complaining was nothing new.
"As the least talented in our group you need people even to fuck up for you?" Ershadt commented cooly. While trying to judge the quality of his remark, Qelci's words sent his gaze towards the foxy lady. But instead of going for the pathetic drunk guy, which could be a job that even Qelci could do, he had his eyes on another prize altogether. Ershadt was attracted to challenges more than anything else, and if he succeeded he would be set with enough money to buy the finest mushroom pies for the rest of his life.
Without consulting the other two and before Qelci got to be even more mean to him Ershadt moved on his own and zig zagged through the other people's legs and out of habit scoring the occasional purse. He needed a diversion though and thought that the crowd might fix that for him. He tied two of the snatched purses to each end of a reasonably long string and awaited that the empress would approach with her guards. Timing it to the exact moment which he was so skilled in, he threw one purse on the other side of the road.
"Heeey, free gold!" he yelled and gave the other purse to a bulky bystander on his side. "Take this and keep a good hold of it. You earned it pal!" he said, and watched as the thin and barely visible line was stretched out.
Ershadt had timed it as well as he possibly could and if either the guard or the empress would be tripped, he would jump forward during the chaos and commotion and make a bold move for the fox empress' large sack of gold coins. His accomplices may or may not help him in this but he was determined to get what he had laid his eyes on.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 0:28:33 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 11:11:12 GMT -8
Ailin's grin was devilish when she spotted the flagon. She took it eagerly, wasting no time to get it to her lips.
Misery likes company after all, she thought, Especially if company has ale.
The woman turned the flagon tail-up, and though some spilled initially, she soon found her pace after several gulps.
The container clattered on the table, half empty.
"Not bad," she commented, cheeks hardly tinged with pink. "Not bad at all."
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Uriel Graves
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 25
Physical Description: Ginger,
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Clothes and Equipment: There's very little in the way of medical equipment that Uriel does not have. Bandages, herbs, extremely large and pointed surgical tools: there's no doubt the man has it all! He carries it all in an oversized backpack.
He's usually seen in breeches, blouses, robes, and dusters. He carries a short, thin sword with some type of paralyzing agent filled in a hollow tip.
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Registered: Dec 17, 2017 14:14:29 GMT -8
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Post by Uriel Graves on Dec 26, 2017 12:06:58 GMT -8
The drunk was pushed to the ground as the coin bag hit his gut. In fact, he fell back so vigorously his heels flew over his head and he toppled over completely... Right back into his feet.
In a moment of flabbergasted victory, trying to make it seem as though it had been on purpose, the drunk hoisted the bag of coins above his head with a goofy grin.
"Happy Yuletide, indeed! Blessin's to you, Empress, and to all a good night!"
He marched off in the direction of the Eastern-dressed man, reaching over to pat him on the shoulder. "Looks like you an' me 'ave had a win-win situation here, friend. I say we find ourselves a proper brothel and some drinks on me, brotha, what say you?"
Uriel began to lead them both down the street, away from the crowd, and away from all the lingering eyes he'd caught spying on his bag of gold.
Drunk? Maybe. But the man was far more keen than be was letting on.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Dec 27, 2017 14:33:17 GMT -8
Ralf's mouth was agape, an identical expression held by the other Varan in session. Once the little, pale lady sit the flagon down half-empty a moment of silence followed, and then they all erupted in a jeering cheer. Ralf patted Ailin on the back. "Not bad, lass, not bad," he said with a grin, consuming his own beverage.
As the duo sat at the bar and continued to empty their respective flagons, Ralf would attempt some conversation. He used one hand to pull his hair back and then said, "so, Ailin, tell me, what is your story? Who are you, where are you from? I do not mean to pry, but I'm curious. You are.... unique, to say the least."
@ailin
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Dec 28, 2017 23:07:20 GMT -8
As the snowball smacked into the side of Keph's head, the young lad fell face first into the snow. He shook in slight annoyance at being caught off guard, even more so with magic trickery instead of having a good 'ole arm and the high of a hawk! He'd show that damn Jun! With both hands, he began grabbing more snowballs and bombarding Jun with the remaining pile of snow balls, snow falling freely from his white hair, the wounds from her cowardly assault still visible!
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238 
Physical Description: =========================
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 Dec 30, 2017 1:58:48 GMT -8
As the drunk shuffles his way away, Lady Naoki smiles to herself. There goes her latest supporter, off to regale some seedy establishment with tales of her generosity. The delight of gift-giving is certainly an excellent feeling, but there’s also a satisfaction to be had in strengthening her approval ratings. Putting her hands back in her pockets, she resumes her meandering, guards close behind.
At the shout of “free gold,” she turns to look. Has she inspired others? That seems uncharacteristic of the public.
That proves to be enough of a distraction. Walking into the string, Lady Naoki trips, shouting in surprise as she falls forward. With the aid of her catlike tail, she’s able to recover partially, twist and land on her behind, thoroughly shaken but not seriously injured.
However, she has little time to appreciate her fortune before she is set upon by some gnome-sized bastard. Naoki has another sack of coin similar to the first in her coat pocket. If he’s quick, he might be able to get his hands in there, but she isn’t keen on the idea. Lashing out with one arm, she makes to grab the little thief, preferably by the hair. Failing that, she’ll just as happily catch a bit of clothing, a limb, or whatever else, anything to stop him slipping off.
The guards, only a step behind, move to help their Empress, clattering forward in their armor.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Dec 30, 2017 2:18:14 GMT -8
Jun tried to catch one of the snowballs, but it exploded in her hand, and the fuzzy shrapnel bathed her face in white. Jun then tried to gather up snow for a counterattack. Her first snowball sailed clear over Keph's head. Her second collided with one of his. She was surprisingly bad at this.
Raynor went back to conjuring some magic for another fire elemental. He seemed content to let Jun fight her own snowy battles. It was the only way she'd learn.
Ying-Na on the other hand quickly bent down and packed together her own sphere.
"You gotta stand like this and use your wrist." She wound up the pitch and fired.
Clearly pitching talent skipped a generation. Jun's third snowball landed pitifully at Keph's feet. Her mom's however, picked off the top snowball of Keph's pile. She waved and grinned. Clearly she had done this on purposd, to establish her dominance as the real threat.
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Lumpy
Established
Tiny Giant
Roleplay posts: 10
Physical Description: Lumpy stands at an incredibly imposing 4ft tall, rather large for a gnome. Between his almost oddly muscled body and the bruises and welts commonly found on him from fighting, he has an appearance which earned him his nickname among the UCB; Lumpy.
Registered: Dec 15, 2017 5:33:07 GMT -8
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Post by Lumpy on Dec 30, 2017 16:10:54 GMT -8
Lumpy, standing a whopping 4-feet in height, pushed his way through the crowd at the sound of "free money!". One of the big folk, also trying to go for the gold scramble, pushed back against him, giving the tiny giant some resistance to his movement. Lumpy put his shoulder into the man's thigh and gave the big folk a violent shove which sent the human toppling over into the fray. Lumpy emerged from the crowd onto the street holding the smoked, half-eaten leg of a water fowl; the gnome's upper body and around his mouth shiny with grease from eating and wiping his hands on himself.
He lowered his brow, immediately displeased to see that Ershadt was the one that had made the call of 'free gold'. Lumpy had never witnessed Ershadt ever giving free gold to anyone, much less the big folk. There was no gold, Lumpy convinced himself very quickly. Instead, what he did see was some feline-type big folk fox lady trip and fall, quickly followed by a set of guards stepping up to her aid with Ershadt in the mix. Lumpy cocked back his arm and winged the large bone of the water fowl at the lead guard, expecting it to splatter grease on the man's shiny chest plate.
In a move he'd performed countless times, Lumpy reached for his club and with one hand wrapped the leather lanyard at the end of the club's handle around his wrist. The tiny giant advance to just a few paces away, and pointed the club at the guards menacingly. He shouted loudly at the armored big folks.
"Lumpy makes!.. Fff.. FACE GRAVY!" Lumpy stammered, angry, but also managed to seem a bit confused.
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Qelci
Established
Sarcastic Gnome
Roleplay posts: 14
Physical Description: A small gnome with a bad attitude.
(It's pronounced "Kelsey".)
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 8:50:12 GMT -8
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Post by Qelci on Dec 31, 2017 7:07:33 GMT -8
Why Ershadt! What a disgusting little opportunist that gnome was, Qelci thought with admiration. Seeing him set his trap, Qelci waited for just the critical moment before crying out “Milady!” at the top of her high-pitched voice and running over towards where Naoki was already falling over Ershadt's cunningly placed tripwire. She propelled herself in front of the Empress, putting her arms out to “shield” her from the ground in a hugging motion, quite by "accident" preventing her from managing to grab hold of Ershadt with her flailing arm. Qelci's small fingers found the bag of coins in Naoki's coat pocket but she didn't reach in to take it. That would be too obvious.
“Oh, Milady! I hope you are alright!” said Qelci, looking up at Naoki with big blinking eyes in the manner of a small puppy or urchin child. “This fellow is a bad man, I have seen him stealing before, but I never thought he would dare attack someone of your high caliber your highness,” she said. “Please do not judge all of us wee gnomes by his evil standards. Some of us came here only to partake in the free Yule food because our little childrens are starving and have not eaten anything but wood shavings and acorns for many months. Have pity, your foxliness majesty!” Qelci managed to bring a tear to her eye to lay on thick her appeals, while she heard Lumpy distracting the Empress's guards. They would soon see who got the gold! She would beat Ershadt and win the Empress's sympathies and her money.
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Ershadt
Established
Sneaky gnome
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: Some gnome-years
Physical Description: Gnome sized.
Clothes and Equipment: Not at all clad in worn leather armor and carrying various tools to break things open with.
Player's online availability : When you least expect it!
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:58:08 GMT -8
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Post by Ershadt on Jan 2, 2018 7:12:11 GMT -8
Ershadt quickly realized that his little stunt had only worked partly. As he jumped the empress to take her sack of gold, he felt the sentinels approach quickly from behind. If they managed to reach him, it would all surely be over. But even worse it seemed that the other had drawn advantage of his ingenious trick, and he saw how Qelci selfishly tried to steal what was rightfully his by the right of having seen it first.
Also it seemed like this empress wasn't going to let her coin purse be stolen that easily. Ershadt quickly figured that if he tried to go for the sack of goal she would surely be able to grab a hold of him, and as such the smart move now was to run instead. But Ershadt never bragged about being 'smart', rather he was stubborn and crafty. Instead of running he would with one hand attempt to grab the coin sack. At this point if the empress wasn't distracted by Qelci she would surely have grabbed his vest which was the closest piece of Ershadt to her. But as she did, Ershadt's free hand would dive into a pocket on his back and grab a gnome-hand sized sack that seemed to be filled to the absolute bursting limit. Ershadt would then with all his strength pound the sack into the ground - and if he couldn't reach the ground he'd use his knee instead.
The contents of the sack was his own idea. He had managed to tightly squeeze - a lot - of dust into a small sack, and when popped the contents would explode out into the air for many feet around them. This would naturally cause somewhat of a distraction and also serve as a kind of smoke screen. His hope was that the empress in her surprise would let go of him as well as teaching the nearby Qelci a lesson about keeping her thieving fingers from other thieves treasure. The effect would surely also extend to the sentinels and make it difficult to see.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 0:28:33 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2018 16:32:31 GMT -8
Ailin's body bent forward a tad when Ralf patted her on the back. Sure, the woman could throw one back, but she wasn't quite as strong as the warriors at the table. Not by a landslide.
As she waited for the haze to overcome her, Ailin sat back and laid the flagon on her lap. Her head tilted slightly to look at Ralf as he made an attempt at small talk. The flagon immediately came up to her lips again.
"Hmmm."
Her fingers tapped on the counter in a wave, fingers dancing up and down onto the wood. Her eyes misted over as she gave the answer some thought. "Well, I'm... nothing special. Not really. I'm from a small farming town just a little ways north, but I'm not really, ah, close to anyone. I do my thing, they do theirs. I was traveling with a few others to another town when we were attacked. I got out... just barely, though. That's when you found me."
Her face was unreadable as she spoke. She never once looked at Ralf, just looked ahead.
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on Jan 3, 2018 11:12:42 GMT -8
Boy, the Fletchers talked a lot. Wendy didn't seem to mind though. Her gloved hand was warm in Roy's hand and the darling witch stood next to him, watching as the contestants carved their statues out of ice and snow.
"Willa and I used to play in the snow at Lox--ingkad, a village to the um. East. of here." She blew out a breath, the air of her mouth frosting on the chill and she stomped her booted feet to put feeling back into them. "It sounds like you have a huge family," Wendy said, tossing her head a bit to get a lock of grey hair out of her face, when--
she screamed! and bumped right into Roy in order to get away from the creepy masked face looking at her. Wendy scowled almost immediately after and put a hand on her hip. "They can," Wendy informed the stranger. "I can see behind your mask for instance, and it is not pretty." There was a buzz in her blood that started at her blackened fingertips, and a subtle want to do harm...
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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 Jan 3, 2018 12:03:36 GMT -8
A huge family? Roy chuckled Wendy had no idea. He was about to tell her all about his family in exhausting detail when all of a sudden, a creepy stranger in a mask interrupted them. Looking at the man, he frowned, feeling oddly protective and uncharacteristically possessive. Who did he think he was? Clutching Wendy's hand, he stepped forward between the two.
"H-hey, you leave her alone, alright? Get out of here!"
He tried his best to sound brave, as he felt a strange urge to protect Wendy from this man, but his voice shook. The way the stranger spoke and moved was incredibly unsettling, not to mention the fact that he'd just been standing inside a snowman. Who knew what he was capable of? He put his arm around Wendy's waist, pulling her closer to him almost unconcsiously.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jan 3, 2018 12:15:50 GMT -8
The stranger simply chuckled, leaning down to stare at Roy for a moment. He reached out a hand, patting Roy gently on the head.
"There there, you don't need to worry about her so much. Why don't you go and find some candy or something, hmm?"
Turning back to Wendy, he let out a dry sort of choking sound that could possibly be interpreted as a chuckle. He cocked his head to one side, rather like a curious pigeon.
"You really do have good eyes, Wendy dear. Now, tell me...what would it take for you to part with one, hmm? I'd like to purchase one. They really are quite sharp, and pretty too. I can even provide you with a glass eye, of whatever color that you like. It'll work almost as well, I'm sure of it."
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on Jan 3, 2018 18:42:52 GMT -8
As soon as Wendy's own reaction was out, Royal Fletcher was also defending her in that sweet, sweet way of his. His hand left the warmth of Wendy's own, which was kind of a bummer, but it was because the teenaged boy's arm came around Wendy's svelte waist instead, pulling her closer to the vampire boy. Wendy barely noticed it, however, as she focused on the Stranger who was very creepy and weaving a little closer to the Witch-and-Vampire couple. Her expression was flat, as if she didn't find the guy as creepy as, say, Roy did. "I like my eyes where they are, thank you. Royal just saved this body, I'm not going to go about popping eyes out of eyesockets willy nilly," Wendy scoffed, resting a hand on the flat of Roy's chest. But her head tipped to the side, the tip of her witch's hat bobbing a little as she did so, slate-grey hair swaying. "I am curious, though. do you have a business card? I might know a witch who would be interested." She was thinking, of course, of @wilma. |
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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 Jan 3, 2018 19:13:01 GMT -8
Roy frowned as the stranger told him to go off and find some candy. Who did he think he was, really? He almost said something, but held his tongue. Wendy seemed awfully calm and collected for someone who'd just been asked to sell their eyes. When she asked him for a card, however, he glanced over at her in confusion. Who on earth did she know who would ever want a eyeball seller? Witches sure had odd friends.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jan 3, 2018 19:31:42 GMT -8
The stranger chuckled again, and shook his head. The points on his hood flopped around like a rabbit's ears, although the spooky figure was anything but soft and fluffy
"Business card? I'm afraid I haven't got one of those...but don't you worry, I"m sure your friend will find me in time. If she'd like to get a hold of me, simply tell her to leave a bowl outside her front door with a robin's egg and half of a sweet roll in it. I'll come to her, don't you worry. Also, I really do appreciate the reference. Here, have a freebie."
Reaching into his pocket, he tossed a sparkling blue glass eye to Wendy. If she caught it, it would roll about in her palm, staring up at her. If it landed on the ground, it would stare up as well, shining in the snow.
"I'd best get going now. Don't forget to mention me to your friend, Wendy dear. And Roy boy, find her something nice that isn't sweet."
He turned and walked off, only making a few steps before he tripped and fell into a snowdrift. He sank in and vanished beneath the snow, and would not be found again despite anyone's efforts to dig him out.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Jan 4, 2018 12:40:13 GMT -8
The thrown bone connects with its target and bounces loudly, but harmlessly, off the guard’s armor. CLANK The armor is of high quality, designed to resist arrows, and its wearer is no two-bit, bumbling guardsman. He and his partner are Imperial Sentinels, members of The Empress’ personal legion. Hand-chosen, highly trained, loyal to the last breath, they are of the highest caliber. Usually, in situations where they need to intervene, they do so carefully. Careful, as in not aiming to fully mangle whomever they were engaging. Just warn them off a bit. Usually, a gauntlet to the head or boot to the gut is enough to neutralize, though, on a few occasions, they’ve used their sheathed swords as clubs. But this is the first time anyone’s been bold enough to attempt an assassination in their presence, and as such, they’re taking it exceedingly seriously. With the barest whisper of metal on metal and speed that comes with mastery of one’s weapon, they strike. The Sentinels’ lances come down like guillotines on either side of Naoki. They intend to force the gnomes away; anyone standing next to her would be taking a blade to the noggin. If the gnomes could see the attack and react quickly enough, one could reasonably roll or step out of the way, but at that point, The Sentinels’ goal would be accomplished — the gnomes wouldn’t be close to The Empress. |
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
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.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
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 4, 2018 12:42:39 GMT -8
All of this is quite enough to spook our poor Empress. She was minding her own business, getting her philanthropy in, and now she’s on the floor, covered in damnable gnomes.
Equal parts irritated and scared for her life; she manages to grab one of their vests. He’s doing something that isn’t stabbing her, so she figures — with all the close quarters combat as she is, that it would be a good idea to smack one with the other. He’s small, isn’t he? She can toss children, why not this rat? To this end, she yanks a mighty, adrenalin-fueled yank on Ershadt's vest.
If she’s able to, she’ll happily swing him right around into Qelci with no regard for either’s health. However, before she can do much beyond that, Lady Naoki is covered in dust.
It’s at this point that she begins to curse. As a somewhat well-read and eloquent individual, she has quite a few choice words to describe Ershadt and Qelci. She draws into question their cleanliness, the legitimacy of their parentage, how they spend their free time and would keep going, were she not to start coughing due to the dust in her mouth.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Jan 5, 2018 14:13:40 GMT -8
Grandma had been following after Naoki and her guards, everything appeared to be going well, even the run-in with the drunkard hadn’t devolved into something unsavory. Then the gnomes had made their move. The little bastards had the audacity to make a move on Naoki and attempt to rob her, or perhaps worse? Although Grandma wasn’t exactly considering the creatures a threat to Naoki’s life, that didn’t change the fact they had assaulted her, right in front of Grandma no less. Anyone nearby the old woman would suddenly feel a slight tingling sensation travel down their back, her eyes narrowed to slits as she stared at the cloud of powder obscuring the scuffle from her vision.
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