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 Jan 15, 2018 14:29:18 GMT -8
Qelci coughed once and pulled up her neckerchief to cover her nose and mouth, but the dust was in her eyes and making them water. Bloody Ershadt! He would cover his fellow Upstanding Citizen in dust just to get some coins! She grabbed onto the purse of gold from Naoki’s pocket as she evaded the lances by sticking even closer to the empress, then rolled away, unable to see where she was going or what she was doing, but knowing that she had Naoki’s bag of coins clutched in her sticky little fist. Somehow her appeal to Naoki’s sense of empathy had failed. Did she sound too sarcastic? It was a blessing and a curse to have such a naturally insincere sounding voice! Regardless, she had the money, but if Naoki’s attack succeeded and the empress grabbed Ershadt, Qelci would not be able to avoid having her noggin cracked by a flying gnome. “Ha Ershadt!” she crowed, still unable to see anything, despite the dust clearing from the dragon’s beating wings, her eyes were closed and watering like mad as the tiny particles scratched at her corneas. “You’re obviously still the greatest pickpocket the gnome world has ever witnessed!” but nevertheless the last laugh could easily go to someone else now.
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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 15, 2018 15:19:29 GMT -8
Ershadt grabbed for the coin purse but only to have it slip through his fingers at the last moment. "Oohh no you didn't!!" Ershadt cried out. The culprit was apparent by her cursing, and if the empress hadn't attempted to throw him right there and then, he would have jumped in Qelci's direction himself. However he did not like being tossed by big people and a stubborn gnome was difficult to move. Much like an old rooted stump from a tree. Also a gnome was a compact but elegant structure who's bones and muscle mass were far bulkier than that of a child. At least this was how Ershadt saw it. But the empress' rage and determination did surprise him as he felt his feet lift from the ground and found himself being tossed along a short curve towards his fellow gnome compatriot. But though he may not have been rooted like a tree, he was angry too - and very stubborn. To avoid any painful collision with his 'friend' he grabbed the empress' clothes and held on tightly until he hit the ground again. This would likely have her topple over too and maybe even cause her clothes to rip. And even though the blind fall through the dust cloud had him landing awkward and hard on the ground bruising his shoulder though he reacted as quickly as he could. Ershadt would now run in the opposite direction of the sound of clanking armor sacrificing his vest by quickly slipping out of it - supposing Naoki's stubbornness would cause her to continue to hold onto it. If indeed the empress' clothes had been torn by their scuffle, she would at least have something to wear when the dust cloud lifted. And it would be lifted very soon as a powerful gust of wind and a rumbling voice met Ershadt. 'Well, if her dress hadn't fallen off yet...' Ershadt thought, but did not look back to check as he was somewhat in a hurry. "Ohh damnable feces!" Ershadt cursed among other atrocities seeing the huge blue dragon calling out. "That's the biggest butterfly I've ever seen!" he cried out amazed as he eyed Qelci. "Hey you bitch! You owe me a new vest. And a SACK FULL OF GOLD!" he shouted as he tried to hunt her down and at the same time escape any immediate danger behind him. Luckily gnomes were small beings that could easily fit in between the large people that made out the bulk of the confused crowd - and that was exactly his tactic if he could make it. Empress Naoki |
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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 Jan 15, 2018 18:39:39 GMT -8
Keph slowly got up from the snow, his clothing was completely wet from lying in the snow, and the young lad was cold. He yawned, showing that even more so: he was tired. It had been an enjoyable match with the older-looking Jun, but he believed it was his time to go, he stretched out his arms and briefly waved at the woman which was happily making a snow angel... for whatever reason. He could give the actual Jun her gift at some later time... if anything, it'd give him more time to look for a better one! Now, he had to find somewhere proper to sleep.
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Arcturus
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 78
Physical Description: An old wizard in red robes, not much out of the norm.
Registered: Jan 16, 2018 5:11:52 GMT -8
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Post by Arcturus on Jan 16, 2018 16:17:13 GMT -8
Arcturus hurries through the plaza, heading toward the Citadel.
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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 28, 2018 10:40:36 GMT -8
The gnomes are able to move remarkably fast—faster than the Sentinels think they ought to be able to in such a short amount of time. But they’ve moved away, which is good.
As to better protect her, The Sentinels take another step forward to stand directly on either side of The Empress. They plant their feet and hold their lances at the ready, poised to strike any within reach.
Lumpy, if close enough, would have one such attack aimed at him. A horizontal swinging strike at Lumpy’s head level—about waist level for The Sentinel. It is intended to push away more than harm, as the easiest way to dodge would be to move backward.
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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 28, 2018 10:46:33 GMT -8
Lady Naoki, not having been allowed to stand up, is roughly yanked to the side as the rat tugs on her coat. It doesn’t rip— it’s a fairly heavy coat, but he pulls Naoki from her back onto her side. A good view from which to watch him scurry away. She mumbles one more expletive for good measure. Sitting up, she finds herself sandwiched between two Sentinels. They’re standing close with their backs to her, weapons raised. Shakily, she gets to her feet and huffs an irritated huff, brushing some of the dust off her person. Looking off in the direction Ershadt disappeared in, Naoki bites her tongue, considering her next move. Then, just as it did during her speech, The Empresses’ calmest, most pleasant tone rings out clearly across The Plaza. “A thousand gold to whoever catches the fleeing gnomes.”
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Feb 12, 2018 11:48:30 GMT -8
Then, just as it did during her speech, The Empresses’ calmest, most pleasant tone rings out clearly across The Plaza. “A thousand gold to whoever catches the fleeing gnomes.”
The dragon was already down to catch (or eat) some annoying mortals, the fact that now there was a minor (for a dragon) monetary rewards, made it even more worth it to pursue them. Under most circumstances he likely would have let them slip away, but now with a motivation, he at least had to give it a shot. With the dust now cleared and the current nuisance identified, the dragon could begin making moves. He began to trail the line of fleeing gnomes as best he could from above, but it was clear if he were to do any “catching,” he needed someone or something on the ground. Using what reserves of mana he’d collected during his investigation of the situation, he conjured 3 groups of blue mists from the local people among the crowd roughly in front of Qelci’s path. She’d likely have time to react, as the three humanoid figures stepped out from the original human hosts and formed a wall from their bodies.  “STOP RUNNING.” They all shouted in a monotone voice. However, no one would hear or see them, or otherwise react. They were invisible to anyone that wasn’t their target or creator, and because of this, they could also phase through anyone who wasn’t the gnomes or dragon as if they weren’t there. They still would interact with inanimate object and the like, walls and such. It’d only be a moment or so before these magic machines began chasing their targets, giving the pair a chance to sharply turn, giving the airborne dragon something to follow. (Or if they’re crazy, attempt to outmaneuver and pass the three of them.) |
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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 Feb 13, 2018 5:41:16 GMT -8
The gust of wind from the dragon would clear Ershadt's blinding cloud of dust just in time for Lumpy to see the sentinels he'd been striking at close ranks around the empress. This was followed by the 'warning swipe' from a lance that swung in an arch at face-level for Lumpy. This had the desired effect, as Lumpy would snap his head back away from the lance's path; the gnome acting more on instinct than any type of actual fighting ability. Lumpy's upper body would follow his head's sudden movement backwards, and before the tiny giant knew it he'd lost his balance and was flat on his butt on the street of the Central Plaza.
Lumpy swore again, immediately hopping to his feet in a scramble to retreat with his two fellow gnome compatriots. The tiny giant made short work of the small clearing that the disturbance had created in the crowd, and was soon shoving and pushing the dense masses of big-folk out of his path, taking a swipe at one or two with his club as he went. Looking ahead (as best as one of his still relatively small stature could), Lumpy saw he was several paces to the left of Qelci's path. That was when he heard the words; 'Stop Running'.
If Lumpy weren't so intent upon getting away, he might have found time to laugh at the suggestion. What part of the situation that had just unfolded made someone even think the gnomes intended to just stop laying down shoe-leather? Especially now that they were off and running, and could so easily slip through the crowd and away from the authorities. Big-folk. Hmph.
OOC: Apologies for the wait!
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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 Feb 21, 2018 14:27:10 GMT -8
Qelci was incredibly smug about Ershadt’s reaction to her getting the coin purse rather than him, hearing him curse about it just made her feel super good about herself, but what started as a bit of opportunistic fun suddenly became serious as weird blue people appeared as if having floated out of humans’ bodies, a dragon started chasing them and Empress Naoki had finally had enough of seasonal magnanimity and offered a large reward for their capture. “Oh skunk stink and donkeys’ dangleberries!” she exclaimed, everything still blurry to her watery eyes. Qelci knew when it was time to run the hell away and that time was now. Taking one look at the magic blue thingies, she swerved away from them, falling into their plan to place the gnomes directly under the flight path of the dragon.
But as Qelci ran full pelt through the plaza, dodging big people legs, and down the street, she was looking out for somewhere a dragon couldn’t follow. She found it, spotting a barred opening that could only be a sewer drain. Isra was after all, a civilised place, with sanitation and everything, and the wily gnome would rather be covered in shit than taken before the law, so she took a running leap and slid herself along the icy pavement towards the drain like a gnome-shaped hockey puck, hugging the coin purse to herself as she slid in between the bars and into the manky sewer below.
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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 Feb 27, 2018 0:54:27 GMT -8
What were those loud blue mists that seemed to try to block their path? They looked like blue candyfloss but Ershadt had never seen candyfloss ordering him to do anything. Ershadt was used to the clinging to the shadows and such expeditious escapes as this were not his forté. The cowardly Qelci was much at this but as his eyes shortly lingered on these odd things, he lost track of Qelci.
"Qelci..! Qelci you bitch where are you?!?" Ershadt yelled from the top of his lunges. "I'm sorry, you can keep.. ten... ehrm... five gold pieces!" Ershadt added almost desperate. He'd have to steal them back later then, but if she had found an escape he wanted to join. However Ershadt had no time to linger there for long, as he didn't want to be caught by the sticky candyfloss and ran towards the nearest tall building.
"Alright I'll stop running... so I can climb away from you sticky bastards!" he shouted back at them as the gnome - who was a very able bodied climber - ascended the tall building in an impressive speed. His aim was one of the windows higher up the building. From there he would surely be able to make himself lost in the alleys and streets - and maybe be able to grab a few coins or gems from an apartment.
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Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui
Dedicated
The mountaintop guardian shadows his lands...
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 1023 Years
Physical Description: Size (At standing pose): Height: 39 feet at the shoulder, Length: 104 feet
Eye color: Yellowish-White
Scale color: Light Blue, reflects a dull White in direct light
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Dragon Type: Chromatic
Dragon Color: Blue
http://i.imgur.com/Ba7kzgX.jpg
As a storm dragon, his hide and flesh can generate an electric charge passively when threatened, much like an eel, and can naturally and instantly release it upon being touched by a foreign organism or object.
As a human he takes the appearance of a man in the age range of forties to fifties, averagely built besides being a few inches taller than the average Joe and dressed in clean leather armor and worn blue cloths.
Clothes and Equipment: Two small leather pouches tucked under wings
He owns his father's ancestral unique magical scale mail. It is enchanted to break on impact and the shards return his body and reform into a different piece of armor until it is struck, then it repeats the steps.
A set of personal shoulder pads forged by Brock the forge master. It focuses the passive electricity in his hide into a beam of magic energy which blasts away targets.
Weaponry: Claws, Breath Attack (Lightning), and Bite
Treasure Hoarding: Minimal, mainly gems sometimes gold.
While as a human, he wields a magical long-sword, not much is known about his weapon, as he rarely uses it.
Allegiances: Isra (Loosely)
Player's online availability : US Central Time, Weekends: 8 AM to 11 PM, Weekdays: 6 AM to 9 PM
Registered: Mar 24, 2015 12:41:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui on Mar 22, 2018 11:16:06 GMT -8
Qelci was incredibly smug about Ershadt’s reaction to her getting the coin purse rather than him, hearing him curse about it just made her feel super good about herself, but what started as a bit of opportunistic fun suddenly became serious as weird blue people appeared as if having floated out of humans’ bodies, a dragon started chasing them and Empress Naoki had finally had enough of seasonal magnanimity and offered a large reward for their capture. “Oh skunk stink and donkeys’ dangleberries!” she exclaimed, everything still blurry to her watery eyes. Qelci knew when it was time to run the hell away and that time was now. Taking one look at the magic blue thingies, she swerved away from them, falling into their plan to place the gnomes directly under the flight path of the dragon. But as Qelci ran full pelt through the plaza, dodging big people legs, and down the street, she was looking out for somewhere a dragon couldn’t follow. She found it, spotting a barred opening that could only be a sewer drain. Isra was after all, a civilised place, with sanitation and everything, and the wily gnome would rather be covered in shit than taken before the law, so she took a running leap and slid herself along the icy pavement towards the drain like a gnome-shaped hockey puck, hugging the coin purse to herself as she slid in between the bars and into the manky sewer below. As expected, the dragon tailed Qelci, but also behind her would be one of the three blue magical figures, powerwalking very swiftly just to keep up. The blue being’s efforts would be in vain as it could not catch up to her, unless she made a hard turn or hesitated. However, the dragon’s minion had set up the gnome to book it to the grate and in doing so, gave the dragon an angle of attack, (or in this case, a grab.) Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui would quickly (but soft enough and with caution not to injure any bystanders significantly) swoop from behind the gnome, glide over the blue creature he created and keep one of his claws following the wake that Qelci was creating, ready to hopefully snatch up the little mortal if she hadn’t already made it. What were those loud blue mists that seemed to try to block their path? They looked like blue candyfloss but Ershadt had never seen candyfloss ordering him to do anything. Ershadt was used to the clinging to the shadows and such expeditious escapes as this were not his forté. The cowardly Qelci was much at this but as his eyes shortly lingered on these odd things, he lost track of Qelci. "Qelci..! Qelci you bitch where are you?!?" Ershadt yelled from the top of his lunges. "I'm sorry, you can keep.. ten... ehrm... five gold pieces!" Ershadt added almost desperate. He'd have to steal them back later then, but if she had found an escape he wanted to join. However Ershadt had no time to linger there for long, as he didn't want to be caught by the sticky candyfloss and ran towards the nearest tall building. "Alright I'll stop running... so I can climb away from you sticky bastards!" he shouted back at them as the gnome - who was a very able bodied climber - ascended the tall building in an impressive speed. His aim was one of the windows higher up the building. From there he would surely be able to make himself lost in the alleys and streets - and maybe be able to grab a few coins or gems from an apartment. There was no response from the glowing figures keeping pace behind him. Once Ershadt climbed out of their reach he would be in the clear. As he likely began scaling the wall, the two goons behind him would make a last ditch effort to attempt to jump and drag the little man down by his feet. Should he have been able to narrowly escape their sticky grasp, he’d be able to get away, as the dragon was occupied with Qelci, and the two below him were seemingly incapable of climbing the wall. |
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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 Mar 22, 2018 13:17:53 GMT -8
With a vengefully irritated expression, The Empress huffs. She huffs, and then she clears her throat, putting the pleasant voice away. Looking about, she sees Grandma, and she glares at her. Grandma could have prevented all of that, easily; she could have vaporized those gnomes in an instant. The bit where Naoki was wrestling on the floor was entirely preventable.
But, as unspeakably powerful as she is, Grandma doesn’t practice subtle magic. The Empress supposes it’s probably for the best Grandma didn’t do something. It would be showing a card from their hand and likely terrifying all onlookers.
Though Grandma will receive a few more dirty looks over the coming days, The Empress pushes the matter from her mind and turns to consider the hubbub. Looking over the heads of the crowd, she can see that the dragon is here, and something's glowing over in that direction.
She’s doubtful that the dragon will be able to catch the gnomes, given the size difference and environment. Though... the gnomes have proven themselves to be profoundly idiotic. Perhaps they’ll do something else stupid.
Regardless, the matter is no longer of her consideration. A thousand gold bounty will have all the fortune-hunters on The Plains after them. It's far more than the gnomes are worth. She expects the bastards to be presented to her sometime in the coming weeks, at which point, she will determine an appropriate punishment.
For now, it’s back to The Citadel, for a change of clothes and something to eat. Gesturing that she’s moving, The Empress stares a path through the crowd, smiling and waving benevolently the whole way.
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Healer Julane Gael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 27
Physical Description: Healer Julane is a tall, slender woman with soft glacial blue inquisitive eyes and long, silky smooth white hair, falling straight down to about halfway down her back, prim and well taken care of. Her eyebrows are almost always slightly furrowed, and her soft pink lips always turned up into a smile, giving her a gentle, kindly face, despite its slender and otherwise sharp features. Her figure is slim and somewhat muted, with a rather unimpressive bust and legs meant less for outdoorsy physical activity and more for long strides across a library. Her fingers are long and slender, like a pianist's, and although they tend to be utilised more for flipping pages and casting spells, she does "dabble" in the citole, as she puts it, though in reality she's a very proficient musician. Her voice is soft, clear, and crisp, wonderfully suited for calming down patients or ordering nurses around without so much as a raised tone.
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Healer Julane is almost always dressed in her white, plain and yet elegant flowing silken robes, the upper half of which is split to show a long tract of flesh down the centre of her torso, the reason behind this stated to be to disarm patients upon the battlefield by showing them that she is unarmed and not an enemy, although it has the side-effect of looking somewhat unnecessarily immodest. The lower half, however, is slightly thicker, the skirt overlapping on itself once in the front, falling down to right below her ankles to cover her booted feet without making her trip over herself.
She almost always wears a storage belt with phials and small satchels hanging off of it, making a musical clinking as she walks along. A small, ornate and yet primitive round charm with two eagle feathers hanging from leather cords is always on her person, usually latched to her belt, and she has been known to risk her own life to retrieve it if lost. No one knows the purpose of the object, but all know it is sacred to her.
Unlike her mentor, Andraste, Julane doesn't carry about a hefty tome full of spells. Instead, she carries about a compact booklet full of all the incantations, evocations, and charms a healer must know in order to be proficient. In addition to this, her staff is made of solid redwood, straight and well-carved with swirling Elven runes etched into its length, the tip widening and spiralling about to caress a large opal the size of a fist, quite an unusual channelling stone to be upon a mage's staff. Its utility is singular: light, defence, and healing spells, and the stone excels at enhancing those magics, but one will find it difficult if not impossible or extremely dangerous to cast offensive, dark, or blood magic spells using the stone. Luckily, it's perfect for Julane. Although she doesn't know it, Healer Julane is also very good at passive magical suggestion, her words seeming to carry a tone of authority no matter how they're spoken, causing those undefended hearts and minds to be drawn to her ideals.
Registered: Sept 27, 2015 19:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Healer Julane Gael on Mar 23, 2018 16:21:11 GMT -8
It's a relatively serene day in the Central Plaza, the omnipresent buzz of human activity quieter than the norm. The afternoon sun illuminates the paved walkways and encapsulates the grand Citadel in a glorious red-orange corona, the cloudless azure sky alight with the cries of songbirds. Healer Julane Gael of the Circle of Magi walks down the steps leading into the plaza with a delicate, precise gait, her opal and white birch staff clicking on the ground with every step. She smiles placidly as she surveys her surroundings. It's been too long since she broke free of her stuffy study, her hands full with recent inpatients and crafting concoctions to stay ahead of the latest plagues and contagions. Although the workload she has on her plate is ever present in her mind, her acolytes have forced her to take a day off, and she plans to enjoy it.
The flasks and phials on her belt clink together daintily as she makes her way to a nearby market stall, chatting with the owner as she examines his wares. The sign above the opulent stall reads 'Alchemist Shoppe', and despite herself she can't help but criticise and correct his concoctions in her head. She exercises enough restraint, however, to refrain from saying anything. Her ingredient stores were, after all, much more well-stocked with sophisticated and powerful ingredients than any common merchant's. She purchases a flask of a healing salve as a courtesy for the man's time, slipping it into one of the bags that hangs from her belt, and departs, her glacial blue eyes flitting about in search of what to do next. How she would love to be buried in a book about healing spells or the newest alchemical discoveries right now. She sighs. A promise to her acolytes is a promise she must keep. No work.
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on Mar 23, 2018 16:49:26 GMT -8
Speaking of books, Lady Cassandra Winter had taken the day off, allowing her assistant to manage the store for the day. The book she was reading was a treatise on using alchemical ingredients to improve enchantments. She wasn't sure if she agreed with the base premise, but it bore enough promise that she would try it at least once. The bench she was sitting on was rather comfy, allowing her to lean comfortably against the fountain. Her Yuletide present had been a refilling mug of tea and she absolutely loved using it. Cassandra saw the Healer, and recognized her for who she was, confirmed by the interaction with the alchemist's stall.
"Pardon me? You seem to know quite a bit about alchemy, was wondering what your opinion on this?" She stood and held out the book she had been reading towards the Healer.
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Orianna
Established
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fair, beautiful young woman standing at 5'02". Her hair, well-maintained, falls in ringlettes to her rear, the end tied off by a green ribbon to keep it from splaying out. She also has a large bundle of her hair in a ponytail, bound by a similar ribbon.
Her wardrobe tends towards greens and golds, colors she believes particularly suits her. Her face is unmarred by battle, or even the slightest imperfections, giving her an almost porcelain appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: She had, strapped to her waist on an elegantly embroidered belt and scabbard. In it is a thin, wirey blade, the tip of which is particularly pointed.
The rest of her clothing, while immaculate, is merely silks and lace.
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Registered: Jan 18, 2018 21:39:39 GMT -8
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Post by Orianna on Mar 23, 2018 16:56:49 GMT -8
Alchemy was as two sides of a coin. Or, perhaps it was more a triangle? Then, perhaps merely a line. The analogy wasn't perfect, hell, it was barely passable, but in it was the grain of truth. The ingredients a healer might use in their potions were not so different from those an assassin might. All-too-often it came to dosage. While a benevolent elixir may be laced with mercury to manage a persistent disease it was also a powerful poison. In the end, it was the hands who prepared that determined the fate of the receiver and two figments of that infinite spectrum milled about the Plaza of Isra.
Orianna beamed beatifically at those who passed, although focused her attention primarily on the shops. She had recently purchased a number of bonbons, ducking a giant gorilla priest in the process, and was relieved to be in the fresh air once more. At first she merely strolled around in boredom, munching on her candies as she took in the sights. That's when she heard it: Over the din of voices and footsteps there was the lighting tinkling of glass phials bumping against one-another. Most importantly they weren't hers.
The woman, brushing her golden hair from her face looked at her owl, whom had already triangulated the source of the sound that had piqued her interest. Then it wasn't so much the phials that kept it. Breaking from the light thin throng of people she approached Julane, raising a hand in greetings as her own phials jostled at her waist.
"Hi! You don't look like you're from around here!" she exclaimed in way of greeting.
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Healer Julane Gael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 27
Physical Description: Healer Julane is a tall, slender woman with soft glacial blue inquisitive eyes and long, silky smooth white hair, falling straight down to about halfway down her back, prim and well taken care of. Her eyebrows are almost always slightly furrowed, and her soft pink lips always turned up into a smile, giving her a gentle, kindly face, despite its slender and otherwise sharp features. Her figure is slim and somewhat muted, with a rather unimpressive bust and legs meant less for outdoorsy physical activity and more for long strides across a library. Her fingers are long and slender, like a pianist's, and although they tend to be utilised more for flipping pages and casting spells, she does "dabble" in the citole, as she puts it, though in reality she's a very proficient musician. Her voice is soft, clear, and crisp, wonderfully suited for calming down patients or ordering nurses around without so much as a raised tone.
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Healer Julane is almost always dressed in her white, plain and yet elegant flowing silken robes, the upper half of which is split to show a long tract of flesh down the centre of her torso, the reason behind this stated to be to disarm patients upon the battlefield by showing them that she is unarmed and not an enemy, although it has the side-effect of looking somewhat unnecessarily immodest. The lower half, however, is slightly thicker, the skirt overlapping on itself once in the front, falling down to right below her ankles to cover her booted feet without making her trip over herself.
She almost always wears a storage belt with phials and small satchels hanging off of it, making a musical clinking as she walks along. A small, ornate and yet primitive round charm with two eagle feathers hanging from leather cords is always on her person, usually latched to her belt, and she has been known to risk her own life to retrieve it if lost. No one knows the purpose of the object, but all know it is sacred to her.
Unlike her mentor, Andraste, Julane doesn't carry about a hefty tome full of spells. Instead, she carries about a compact booklet full of all the incantations, evocations, and charms a healer must know in order to be proficient. In addition to this, her staff is made of solid redwood, straight and well-carved with swirling Elven runes etched into its length, the tip widening and spiralling about to caress a large opal the size of a fist, quite an unusual channelling stone to be upon a mage's staff. Its utility is singular: light, defence, and healing spells, and the stone excels at enhancing those magics, but one will find it difficult if not impossible or extremely dangerous to cast offensive, dark, or blood magic spells using the stone. Luckily, it's perfect for Julane. Although she doesn't know it, Healer Julane is also very good at passive magical suggestion, her words seeming to carry a tone of authority no matter how they're spoken, causing those undefended hearts and minds to be drawn to her ideals.
Registered: Sept 27, 2015 19:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Healer Julane Gael on Mar 23, 2018 17:32:43 GMT -8
The healer's snowy brows raise in surprise as she's approached, seeming a tad taken aback. In The Citadel it's very uncommon for folk to approach her, so overarching is the etiquette that determines when one must speak and how and to whom lest they spark a public fiasco. She finds it all very confusing and unnecessary, and yet she has become so used to it that addressing a stranger is almost alien to her. The "noble" ways, she supposes, are less widely practiced out on the streets. She should spend more time outside. Her expression quickly bounces back to a gracious, welcoming smile and she nods as she takes the book, looking over the title and flipping it open to read the inside leaf.
Indeed, she had practiced with using charms and fetishes crafted from alchemical ingredients in order to enhance her incantations, but as a sorceress such things were viewed by others in the Circle of Magi as below her; one must draw from one's inner strength and the world's latent magics, rather than rely on crutches grounded in the material plane, or so the Circle insists. She hands the book back and begins.
"It's common practice in Low Magic witchcraft practiced by warlocks and herbwomen to use alchemical ingredients to enhance enchantments, although sophisticated magi are often against the practice. I have read this book before, but I read many, so I do apologise if I am misremembering, but I found this one interesting. Told from the perspective of a 'sophisticated' mage who uses alchemical formulae in order to increase the potency of his spells, it covers things that magi are generally loathe to speak of in 'educated' circles, and yet he does so quite brazenly. I found it a decent read, and the premise is sound," she replies in a soft, melodic, yet almost lecturing tone. She opens her mouth to say more, but suddenly she's cut off by the second stranger who approaches rapidly.
Julane's icy blue eyes glance over the approaching woman. Much brighter in dress than herself, the green and gold cloth and the blond of her hair strike a stark contrast to the white-on-white of Julane's garb. She leans lightly upon her redwood staff, slender fingers wrapping about its haft, the opal focusing stone gleaming in the sunlight. She looks a tad perplexed as the woman fails to recognise the First Healer, even in her trademark healer's robes.
"Good afternoon. Ah. I suppose in the strictest sense, you are correct. I am not 'from' the Free City, no, though I have been here quite awhile," she replies.
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on Mar 23, 2018 17:59:43 GMT -8
Cassandra, fully aware of every social custom required of her in this situation, had ignored all of them in her approach. Far too much effort for the a midday Plaza run-in.
"I agree wholeheartedly! It's why I...er...slightly borrowed it from the Enclave's library." She admitted, still shocked that demonstrating magical potential was enough to get in. One little fireball was all it had taken to impress the librarian.
"I...oh hello there!" She said, rather chipper today as she greeted the other woman.
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Orianna
Established
https://i.imgur.com/5J1WRum.png
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: A fair, beautiful young woman standing at 5'02". Her hair, well-maintained, falls in ringlettes to her rear, the end tied off by a green ribbon to keep it from splaying out. She also has a large bundle of her hair in a ponytail, bound by a similar ribbon.
Her wardrobe tends towards greens and golds, colors she believes particularly suits her. Her face is unmarred by battle, or even the slightest imperfections, giving her an almost porcelain appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: She had, strapped to her waist on an elegantly embroidered belt and scabbard. In it is a thin, wirey blade, the tip of which is particularly pointed.
The rest of her clothing, while immaculate, is merely silks and lace.
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Registered: Jan 18, 2018 21:39:39 GMT -8
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Post by Orianna on Mar 23, 2018 18:35:06 GMT -8
Well, it looked like she'd hit the jackpot today. Hardly able to decide which to keep her eyes on Orianna looked between them for a moment before settling back upon Julane, as their immediately evident interest in alchemy was a factor that enticed her greatly. Orianna's lack of recognition of the robes, even of so noble a position, was primarily due to the fact that she'd hardly made a circuit around Isra before she'd run into these two. She's be hard pressed to point out even the Empress, if not for knowing she had a penchant for those cute cat-ear headbands that were in fashion a few seasons ago.
"Hello!" she offered to the other woman, a striking figure on her own. "I'm Orianna! I noticed you were interested in Alchemy! Are these yours, or do you just purchase them?" this question was directed towards Julane, and as if the emphasis the reasons for her interest she place a hand on her hip, jingling the small glass phials in the process. The owl, clearly upset by this movement, no matter how fluid or graceful shifted and puffed itself up in protest.
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Healer Julane Gael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 27
Physical Description: Healer Julane is a tall, slender woman with soft glacial blue inquisitive eyes and long, silky smooth white hair, falling straight down to about halfway down her back, prim and well taken care of. Her eyebrows are almost always slightly furrowed, and her soft pink lips always turned up into a smile, giving her a gentle, kindly face, despite its slender and otherwise sharp features. Her figure is slim and somewhat muted, with a rather unimpressive bust and legs meant less for outdoorsy physical activity and more for long strides across a library. Her fingers are long and slender, like a pianist's, and although they tend to be utilised more for flipping pages and casting spells, she does "dabble" in the citole, as she puts it, though in reality she's a very proficient musician. Her voice is soft, clear, and crisp, wonderfully suited for calming down patients or ordering nurses around without so much as a raised tone.
Clothes and Equipment: ===========================================
Healer Julane is almost always dressed in her white, plain and yet elegant flowing silken robes, the upper half of which is split to show a long tract of flesh down the centre of her torso, the reason behind this stated to be to disarm patients upon the battlefield by showing them that she is unarmed and not an enemy, although it has the side-effect of looking somewhat unnecessarily immodest. The lower half, however, is slightly thicker, the skirt overlapping on itself once in the front, falling down to right below her ankles to cover her booted feet without making her trip over herself.
She almost always wears a storage belt with phials and small satchels hanging off of it, making a musical clinking as she walks along. A small, ornate and yet primitive round charm with two eagle feathers hanging from leather cords is always on her person, usually latched to her belt, and she has been known to risk her own life to retrieve it if lost. No one knows the purpose of the object, but all know it is sacred to her.
Unlike her mentor, Andraste, Julane doesn't carry about a hefty tome full of spells. Instead, she carries about a compact booklet full of all the incantations, evocations, and charms a healer must know in order to be proficient. In addition to this, her staff is made of solid redwood, straight and well-carved with swirling Elven runes etched into its length, the tip widening and spiralling about to caress a large opal the size of a fist, quite an unusual channelling stone to be upon a mage's staff. Its utility is singular: light, defence, and healing spells, and the stone excels at enhancing those magics, but one will find it difficult if not impossible or extremely dangerous to cast offensive, dark, or blood magic spells using the stone. Luckily, it's perfect for Julane. Although she doesn't know it, Healer Julane is also very good at passive magical suggestion, her words seeming to carry a tone of authority no matter how they're spoken, causing those undefended hearts and minds to be drawn to her ideals.
Registered: Sept 27, 2015 19:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Healer Julane Gael on Mar 23, 2018 18:58:39 GMT -8
Julane's gaze shifts to the owl for a moment. Possibly a familiar, she muses, if this woman is in fact magical. The healer will have to keep an eye on it. Julane turns back to Cassandra with a gentle smile.
"Borrowing is fine. Do know that all of the enclave's books are marked with transmission enchantments, however. If a librarian notices that this book is missing it will find itself no longer in your possession," she replies. Her posture straightens upright as she holds a hand over the book and utters a few words under her breath. The large opal focusing stone upon her staff appears to suddenly reflect yet more of the ambient light from its iridescent surface, so much so that it glows with a nearly blinding light. A triangular symbol encircled by a glowing ring briefly appears in the air above the book before vanishing, and her staff's stone returns to its normal shiny opacity.
"There. Now it is bound to my personal collection, rather than the Enclave's grand library. As I am Andraste's apprentice..." she pauses for a moment, and her glacial eyes flicker with sadness for a moment, "...or I suppose, was, since her disappearance has left little hope of her return...they are fairly liberal with what they allow me to bind to my collection, so no notice should be taken. Once you are through with it, return it to The Citadel and I will make sure it returns to where it belongs," she continues. She's either unaware of the fact that Cassandra essentially stole the book, or she's unfazed by it.
She then turns back to Orianna, inclining her head affirmatively.
"Yes, these are of my creation, and rather potent as well" she replies, "I am First Healer Julane Gael, and it is a pleasure to meet you both."
Despite her soft and kindly spoken words, she glances askance down at the phials, clearly wondering what manner of liquid they hold within. It's not unheard of for freelance alchemists to get their hands on concoctions that are...volatile at best. Still, it seems they've been jostled around enough and haven't caught fire or exploded in a massive exothermic reaction, so that's certainly a good sign.
"What manner of alchemy do you specialize in, Miss Orianna?"
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Lady Cassandra Winter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 156
Age: 20
Physical Description: Cassandra Winter is a gorgeous scion of House Winter, having inherited the best possible genes from her parents. She has long black hair that ends about midway between her shoulders and her narrow waste. Stunning light blue eyes gaze out from underneath long, well-cared for eyelashes. She has a well-endowed chest, the perfect size for her frame, not too large and not too small. The rest of her curves match that description as well, the best description being "perfectly proportioned."
Clothes and Equipment: She is almost always wearing a dress of some sort, usually one that befits the activity she is doing or the event she is attending, accompanied by matching bracelets, rings, whatever fits the occasio With a few exceptions, she is always wearing a silver necklacethat has a small pendant with her family's crest on it, a gift from her mother when she was very young.
Registered: Jun 30, 2016 10:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Cassandra Winter on Mar 24, 2018 10:56:13 GMT -8
"Why yes I am...interested..." She trailed off, realizing that the other woman's focus was on the Healer. Usually that annoyed her, but Orianna was not a guy so she decided to let it pass, her smile unchanging throughout her thought process.
"I appreciate that, truly I do. I haven't had very many people I could talk to about enchanting, or alchemy, or whatever magical thing has interested me. I don't know very many people in the city, I think they find me...offputting." She said, rather rapidly, the lack of recent human interaction fairly apparent in her speech. She brushed her hair out of her face and listened intently to the conversation between the two experienced people before her.
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