Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!!
Established
Roleplay posts: 31 
Age: Wozzat love?
Physical Description: Real pretty loik!
Clothes and Equipment: I shoots toads from me stikk! Does different fings based on what I feed 'em.....
Registered: May 13, 2016 20:04:41 GMT -8
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Post by Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!! on Sept 24, 2016 10:02:24 GMT -8
He smiled. Lassies were always like this, the trick was getting them to quiet down. "Well miss, you need someone to check yer fings. You don't even know 'ow to check for poison without getting someone to eat stuff. Ya need me miss." His grin got wider by the moment. |
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Sept 24, 2016 10:36:20 GMT -8
"Don't presume to tell me what I don't know!" She snapped. Her harsh eyes were made softer by a pout. He was right. She did need help. He was also a lot more aware of her use of him than she wanted him to be.
Grrrr. She could not tell him he was right. She couldn't admit that she needed anyone. Not a teacher. Not a husband. Not someone to tame her bratty ways. Least of not a highborn turned fool.
"Drink something. Your breath is foul." She shoved the bottle towards his face, hoping to knock that grin off, yet hoping not to hurt him.
Why was beyond her.
She walked towards the carriage, all four horses still attached. "I said I was leaving!" She snapped again.
The love-struck hired hand apologized and started to ready her horse. She stood there, ignorant on how to do it herself. She kept her back to George and her arms crossed.
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Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!!
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Wozzat love?
Physical Description: Real pretty loik!
Clothes and Equipment: I shoots toads from me stikk! Does different fings based on what I feed 'em.....
Registered: May 13, 2016 20:04:41 GMT -8
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Post by Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!! on Sept 24, 2016 19:40:55 GMT -8
George giggled insanely, getting louder as he did so for a few seconds then pausing abruptly. "Why'd'ya need a taster then, love?" When told to drink something he shrugged and pulled out a leather flask, then stuffed a bushel of mint into it. After shaking the thing he drank it, then looked at Osma for a response. |
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Sept 24, 2016 19:52:41 GMT -8
Her was still turned to him. If she faced him, he wouldn't have to approached her. He wouldn't have to try to make her turn around by admitting that HE WAS WRONG. It always worked before and so, she remained steadfast where she was, arms crossed and looking the other direction from him.
She ignored the moony looks from the hired hand who was getting her horse ready.
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Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!!
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Wozzat love?
Physical Description: Real pretty loik!
Clothes and Equipment: I shoots toads from me stikk! Does different fings based on what I feed 'em.....
Registered: May 13, 2016 20:04:41 GMT -8
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Post by Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!! on Sept 25, 2016 5:35:32 GMT -8
George did nothing but have a wide grin, his shiny gold teeth gleaming and his one good tooth surprisingly pearly white. He would stand there, maintaining the standoff the two had between them.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Sept 25, 2016 12:15:50 GMT -8
Was he seriously not going to come over and beg her forgiveness? The end of her chin could be seen over her shoulder as she turned close to facing him as she dared. Was he really not going to admit that he had been wrong?
She huffed and puffed and stomped her feet, but he still didn't come over!
Wait, maybe she was in the wrong. Maybe she had done something or said something she shouldn't have. The impatient anger in her eyes turned to confused guilt. Her shoulders began to relax. Maybe it was she would needed to ask for forgiveness and admit she was wrong.
NAW. What the hell was she thinking. Osma Gaiman was never wrong and she was certainly never wrong to someone like George. "Give me that." She snapped at the hired hand who held the horse's rein. Sensing her mood, the horse's ears laid flat and it shifted as she tried to push herself up.
"Hold him still." She told the hired hand as she tried again, but her arms were not strong enough to hoist herself up. "Lift me up." She told the same hired hand. The poor sod was commanded to do two things at once. The poor horse shifted forward and backwards as if it was a giant eraser, trying to scourge away this moment.
"Just let me do it. I'm surrounded by idiots!" Osma lifted her skirts, showing her red boots and white, ankle length knickers underneath.
The hired hand's eyes turned wide as stone and he stood with a goofy smile upon his face, holding her horse. She managed to make a running hop and actually landed on the horse's rear. From there, she shifted up and settled into place on the saddle, her skirt in a bunch below her.
Not at all a graceful way to mount a horse.
She turned the animal around, it's snout smacking the hired hand in the chest. She faced George at last. "I want the shop cleaned out and all of those rats gone by the time I get back, you understand. And I want you clean too. For all our sakes!" Her heel kicked into the horse's side and it jolted forward, towards the castle gates.
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Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!!
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Wozzat love?
Physical Description: Real pretty loik!
Clothes and Equipment: I shoots toads from me stikk! Does different fings based on what I feed 'em.....
Registered: May 13, 2016 20:04:41 GMT -8
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Post by Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!! on Sept 25, 2016 12:42:48 GMT -8
George nodded. He did not count this as a victory; after all there was no contest. When she left, he prepared to do as she demanded. He would have a single mushroom, the thing a glowing green, and place it down carefully. Throwing a stone at it the thing would explode into nothingness, leaving the air hazy, and poisoning any rats around terminally. A bit later, he would pour oil on himself and light a match to ignite himself. After a few moments of motionlessly burning he would pour water in himself, with some bushels of mint and other herbs in it. Although a bit charred, he did what he had to. He would then squat, smoking something with a blueish flame.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Sept 25, 2016 13:12:50 GMT -8
Oh hells no.
The three hired men watched as they Creepy Old Guy made a mushroom, made it glow. A collected squeak of fear echoed through the large room before several tiny thuds. A few rats near the door fell over. Dead. If he could kill rats, what else could kill.
The three men looked at each other. Even the love struck one was having some doubts. People in Gaiman did not use magic often and if they did, it was never the men who did it. Only women were thought to be able to control such a power, since they commanded the power of life. It was unnatural for a man to use magic.
When he lit himself on fire, that was it. "I'm outta here."
"Me too."
"Stay here if you want lover-boy. She an't never gonna see you."
"I think I'll take off too. My mum needs me."
The three of them took what was theres, and some of what wasn't, took the three other horses and saddles and tack and left. The carriage was left as well as all of Osma's things.
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Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!!
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Wozzat love?
Physical Description: Real pretty loik!
Clothes and Equipment: I shoots toads from me stikk! Does different fings based on what I feed 'em.....
Registered: May 13, 2016 20:04:41 GMT -8
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Post by Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!! on Sept 25, 2016 13:31:18 GMT -8
George wouldn't let them go so easily. He would grab his mushroom staff, pull at a piece of the cap which would fling off into a string like shape. He would bend the thing, and tie the string like piece of the shroom like a bow. He would then grab two toads from his pouch, break their legs and then shoot them from his bow at the horsemen. They would explode harmlessly but with a loud pop. Then he would grab some purple ones, and start shooting them. Upon impact they would explode with a purple, tranquilizers haze. He was not doing it for the woman, he just thought these buggers were too quick for their own good. |
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Sept 25, 2016 13:51:59 GMT -8
Something red and oozy exploded on against one of their shoulders. "EW. Gross what the fuc-" He didn't have time to compute the green skin he saw flop into his lap. Another hit was given and he slumped against the horse's mane. The animal, not knowing what to do, began to side step. The man fell off and onto the cobble stone, likely with grave injury.
One of the men got away, but the third, who had slowed down to help the unconscious man was struck with a purple toad in the chest. He too fell forward and dangled from the horse.
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Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!!
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Wozzat love?
Physical Description: Real pretty loik!
Clothes and Equipment: I shoots toads from me stikk! Does different fings based on what I feed 'em.....
Registered: May 13, 2016 20:04:41 GMT -8
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Post by Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!! on Sept 25, 2016 15:09:39 GMT -8
George had but one option left. He placed a mushroom on the ground behind him, and stepped on it. It would explode with a massive shockwave but little to no heat, sending him flying though relatively unharmed overhead. Once he would land, a bit ahead of the man, he would repeat the same thing, shooting the tranquilizing toad at the man and his horse.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Sept 25, 2016 16:24:49 GMT -8
A face had never fell so wide in shock as it did on McGravery Gray. His horse reared as the man cannon shot over head, nearly taking George out of his temporary flight plan. "Don't. Sir. Please." Before he could turn the horse around, a purple toad was fired from the bow and landed square in his chest. He fell back, over the horses ass. Face down and butt in the air.
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Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!!
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Wozzat love?
Physical Description: Real pretty loik!
Clothes and Equipment: I shoots toads from me stikk! Does different fings based on what I feed 'em.....
Registered: May 13, 2016 20:04:41 GMT -8
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Post by Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!! on Sept 26, 2016 8:45:47 GMT -8
He scratched his head, thinking of what to do. Grouping the men and their horses together, he turned a little piece of the mushroom's cap. The thing would stop being stiff and become like a rope. After tying them up, he would turn the cap back, and it would become as tough as mithril then. He then squatted, awaiting the return of Osma.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Sept 26, 2016 14:43:20 GMT -8
Night fell. People passed by to claim the ruins for themselves, but none looked into the shop. The horsemen would stir, but would be unable to break the mithril chains.
Osma, safe at the castle, had secured herself a bath and a room. She was currently eating dinner with the Lord of the land himself, although she could not remember his name.
She would not think to send word back to the men.
George would have to wait until morning unless he went looking for her.
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Nat'ia
Committed
Stealin' valuables
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 22 Years
Physical Description: Mostly Reptilian features yet somewhat Avian
5' tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on left shoulder
Clothes and Equipment: Discolored light leather armor
A beat up Wooden buckler
Javelins, 4 total
Balanced Machete with some wear and tear along the blade.
Player's online availability : Eh
Registered: Oct 6, 2015 16:42:15 GMT -8
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Post by Nat'ia on Sept 27, 2016 13:39:31 GMT -8
Amidst the darkness of night, several of the Hunting Legion's raiders (including Nat'ia) would sneakily steal anything worth a pretty penny that was left unguarded or unlocked. If it was locked, or simply stuck in a crate, they'd smash the end open with the hard ends of their shields. They would avoid any person deliberately, and especially stay away from combat. This night, was the one before they came back. Then they would wreck or burn anything of no use to them. But that would be later. Nat'ia oversaw the troops, making sure none would stray off from the task at hand. |
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Aozora
Dedicated
Government Account for Aozora
Roleplay posts: 162
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 13:29:11 GMT -8
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Post by Aozora on Sept 27, 2016 13:46:58 GMT -8
The guards were put on alert as the Kiggies attacked. Soldiers came to stop the destruction and theft, engage them in combat.
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Nat'ia
Committed
Stealin' valuables
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 22 Years
Physical Description: Mostly Reptilian features yet somewhat Avian
5' tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on left shoulder
Clothes and Equipment: Discolored light leather armor
A beat up Wooden buckler
Javelins, 4 total
Balanced Machete with some wear and tear along the blade.
Player's online availability : Eh
Registered: Oct 6, 2015 16:42:15 GMT -8
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Post by Nat'ia on Sept 27, 2016 14:00:57 GMT -8
The guards were put on alert as the Kiggies attacked. Soldiers came to stop the destruction and theft, engage them in combat. Seeing as their cover was blown, Nat'ia ordered to leave with whatever meager loot they could initially grab. Their light armor and frame would surely outrun the Ao guards, and even if they did keep up with them, they'd face an occasional hail of stones from slings, jarids, and javelins. The leader was ordering her unit to do a classic strategy of skirmishing with missile troops. (If chase was given. Whenever (and if) given the chance to lose the guards, the small group would creep away in the tall grasses. They'd try again at some point. ((Ergh, next time...)) |
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Aozora
Dedicated
Government Account for Aozora
Roleplay posts: 162
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 13:29:11 GMT -8
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Post by Aozora on Sept 27, 2016 14:08:59 GMT -8
"What the hell were those?"
"I don't know, but we need to crack down on security."
"We really need that wall."
The men would assess the damages to the market and attempt to fix some things.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 3, 2016 13:54:26 GMT -8
"What the hell?" Osma's voice carried inside the dilapidated storefront from the saddle of her horse outside. Her carriage, such a beautiful thing, had claw marks along the side. That gold paint was expensive! "GEORGE!" she barked out as she commanded the horse to walk around the carriage.
There was no, "are you alright". No, "are you alive". Just a: "Where the hell were you when this happened?"
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Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!!
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Wozzat love?
Physical Description: Real pretty loik!
Clothes and Equipment: I shoots toads from me stikk! Does different fings based on what I feed 'em.....
Registered: May 13, 2016 20:04:41 GMT -8
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Post by Geeeeeeoooorrrrrgeeeeeeeee!!!! on Oct 4, 2016 4:08:01 GMT -8
George shrugged, and pointed to the men he had "tied" up with his stick. The Hunting Legion Raiders did cause considerate damage, yes. Better than the men running off with the horses, soundly asleep for now. "Well miss, them buggers tried t snatched der gallops." He said, pointing the men and horses so as to show who the buggers are, and that horses are "gallops." Sniffling, he added "I only saw the scalies what done came. Ran off too fast they did."
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