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 7, 2016 6:08:53 GMT -8
 ![]() Located outside of the city gates, this wide meadow leads to a forest. This area is rich in herbs and edible squirrels. A wagon track as been forged through it, but beware of bandits lurking nearby. They seem to always ignore the occasional patrols. |
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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 7, 2016 6:29:10 GMT -8
Osma was near the forest border, on the far side of the caste gate. Since everyone around her was incompetent, she decided to go alone. Best. Idea. Ever. Osma wore her "herb gathering outfit" which consisted of a long, tight sleeved chemise, a bodice with little boning ( girl's gotta bend) and white apron she wore was embroidered with flowers along the edges. The skirt that only went to the top of her ankles so that she didn't have to lift it every time she wanted to stand up or squat down. Not that a lady like Osma ever squatted. Even in the meadow alone, she made a show of laying down a blanket and then gracefully lowering to it. With her chin extended out to avoid the horrid double-chin, she made use of the gardening tools she carried at her fashionable utility belt and dug up the roots of a tuber plant. For doing peasant work, she looked refined while doing it. From a distance, a painter would be hard pressed not to stop just to capture the moment. To anyone near the scene, it would be spoiled by her constant grumbling. "Just sail away, Osma. Leave everything behind. Leave the servants. Just go. Pulling your own herbs will be fun, I said. Why bother with the free labor of an intern? I did not go through medical school to dig in the dirt." She gave a light grunt, then a loud shriek when a curly- wurly worm began to wiggle between the air brushed roots. Osma reactively flung the plant away. It landed inside the forest somewhere. "Awwww, damn it." She placed her gloved hands on her knees. The plant was in there, somewhere. There were more where she sat on calves but that meant digging in the dirt even more. Besides, Osma wasn't wasteful of nature's gifts. That tuber was going into a night-cream she really needed. Bags, BAGS, were being to form under her eyes. She hadn't heard form Orocles , the Thacian commander, in a while and did not know how he fared in the warring things he always was sent off to. Not that she ever admit that was the reason for the blueish hue under her eyes. With a huff and a puff, she rose up and began to stomp like a toddler into the forest. The hand shovel slapped against branches that had the audacity not to sprout muscles and move out of her way. |
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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 Oct 11, 2016 5:11:52 GMT -8
Osma was near the forest border, on the far side of the caste gate. Since everyone around her was incompetent, she decided to go alone. Best. Idea. Ever. Osma wore her "herb gathering outfit" which consisted of a long, tight sleeved chemise, a bodice with little boning ( girl's gotta bend) and white apron she wore was embroidered with flowers along the edges. The skirt that only went to the top of her ankles so that she didn't have to lift it every time she wanted to stand up or squat down. Not that a lady like Osma ever squatted. Even in the meadow alone, she made a show of laying down a blanket and then gracefully lowering to it. With her chin extended out to avoid the horrid double-chin, she made use of the gardening tools she carried at her fashionable utility belt and dug up the roots of a tuber plant. For doing peasant work, she looked refined while doing it. From a distance, a painter would be hard pressed not to stop just to capture the moment. To anyone near the scene, it would be spoiled by her constant grumbling. "Just sail away, Osma. Leave everything behind. Leave the servants. Just go. Pulling your own herbs will be fun, I said. Why bother with the free labor of an intern? I did not go through medical school to dig in the dirt." She gave a light grunt, then a loud shriek when a curly- wurly worm began to wiggle between the air brushed roots. Osma reactively flung the plant away. It landed inside the forest somewhere. "Awwww, damn it." She placed her gloved hands on her knees. The plant was in there, somewhere. There were more where she sat on calves but that meant digging in the dirt even more. Besides, Osma wasn't wasteful of nature's gifts. That tuber was going into a night-cream she really needed. Bags, BAGS, were being to form under her eyes. She hadn't heard form Orocles , the Thacian commander, in a while and did not know how he fared in the warring things he always was sent off to. Not that she ever admit that was the reason for the blueish hue under her eyes. With a huff and a puff, she rose up and began to stomp like a toddler into the forest. The hand shovel slapped against branches that had the audacity not to sprout muscles and move out of her way. was awfully close to the Legion's camp, which that forest split between the walls and the Hunting Legion's refuge. Of course she would noticed by some sort of nearby scout or party, and soon a slightly larger group merged with that scout about 10 kiggies, not including Nat'ia who was among them. They were nasty, putrid creatures, akin to goblin, kobolds, gnolls, orcs and the like, quite the opposite of Osma Gaiman, of course. Generally armed with lighter armors, javelins, spears, small shields, and hacking weapons, relying on mobility to survive. That mobility would quickly be demonstrated momentarily. The squad of eleven could rapidly surround Osma Gaiman while she was much too distracted gather herbs and the like. Suddenly with jeering and screeching, the Kiggies came from all sides, bearing spears at a charge through the forest. But, luckily they stopped before she would be impaled, by the pointed sticks directed towards her figure. A bit of illiterate banter would be overheard. "Les kill 'er." "Or eat em!" "Naw, dats gud money rite ther." Finally, Nat'ia (who appeared to be better armored and decorated than the rest) would break the chatter. "Quiet you!" Then towards Osma Gaiman, "Wat you pretty lady doin out 'ere? Dunt you know nawt to go alone?" The group fidgeted around, obviously eager about their new find. |
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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 11, 2016 8:30:08 GMT -8
A foul odor cut through the woodland air. Did she step in deer poop again? Osma lifted her foot to inspect it when a twig snapped nearby.
Suddenly she found herself surrounded by gnarled, scaley creatures that smelt like fish and feces. Fish poop.
She gasped at the spears they pointed her way. She found herself surrounded on all sides. They wanted to kill her. They wanted to eat her. They wanted to sell her.
At least one of them had a good idea. She would fetch a fetching price, on account of being so fetching. Osma straightened her apron and frowned when a spear tio came close. She smacked it with the curved side of her hand held spade. With her chin the air she humphed. "It is very rude to point! I demand you lower those things at once! Is this how you greet all potential captives? You could at least stand up straight when you threaten a lady."
Her eyes moved to Nat'ia, who seemed to be the leader, given how she or he made the rest hush. "Finally, a respectable bandit."
Nat spoke, calling her pretty. She was surprised it knew what pretty was.
"And with a good eye I see. I hardly see myself as alone. I am literally surrounded by very resourceful individuals." Did that one have a deer skull for a bowl tied to his waist? Was that a racoon body turned into a pouch?
"Besides, I can scream and send a hundred guards running at once. The castle is just....just" She looked through the bushes and spied the castle
Way
Over
There.
"Well, I have a powerful voice."
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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 Oct 11, 2016 14:08:03 GMT -8
A foul odor cut through the woodland air. Did she step in deer poop again? Osma lifted her foot to inspect it when a twig snapped nearby. Suddenly she found herself surrounded by gnarled, scaley creatures that smelt like fish and feces. Fish poop. She gasped at the spears they pointed her way. She found herself surrounded on all sides. They wanted to kill her. They wanted to eat her. They wanted to sell her. At least one of them had a good idea. She would fetch a fetching price, on account of being so fetching. Osma straightened her apron and frowned when a spear tio came close. She smacked it with the curved side of her hand held spade. With her chin the air she humphed. "It is very rude to point! I demand you lower those things at once! Is this how you greet all potential captives? You could at least stand up straight when you threaten a lady." Her eyes moved to Nat'ia, who seemed to be the leader, given how she or he made the rest hush. "Finally, a respectable bandit." Nat spoke, calling her pretty. She was surprised it knew what pretty was. "And with a good eye I see. I hardly see myself as alone. I am literally surrounded by very resourceful individuals." Did that one have a deer skull for a bowl tied to his waist? Was that a raccoon body turned into a pouch? "Besides, I can scream and send a hundred guards running at once. The castle is just....just" She looked through the bushes and spied the castle Way Over There. "Well, I have a powerful voice." It was quite obvious that to these creatures she was merely a joke, nothing more than another dirty self-righteous human lady person demon animal thing. A few cackled as she tried to make demands from them. The one who's spear was smacked away by the trowel simply moved it back, this time the pointed end a little bit closer to her. Nat'ia spoke up and grabbed a coiled rope from her belt, even as there were still a few quietly whispering among themselves around the circle. "Yah ain't in no position to be makin us take orders now, are yeh? I appreciate that compliment... thingy, but that ain't helpin you now, miss." Osma Gaiman took note of their resourcefulness, which intrested Nat'ia a bit. "Glad you see we smart, I know your tricks though, hooman. Whatcha tryin' to be gettin' at?" Screaming? The castle? A few kiggies laughed menacingly while drooling and making other sorts of strange noises, but were silenced by Nat'ia 's scolding eyes. Mockingly, one smaller male kiggy yelled at Osma Gaiman . "Besides, I can stab you and have yur innards become out-tards at once! Heh heh heh..." Nat'ia took over from the other member, seeing an interest in her. "How, uh, powerful do you say? Would it be useful? Hmm?" |
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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 11, 2016 16:31:16 GMT -8
Osma's eyes moved to the rope Nat'ia removed from her belt. That thing was not going onto her wrists. There must be a softer, more suitable way to bind her.
"Miss! Thank you! You are the first person to call me miss since I moved here. Can you believe it? People have been calling me-" There was something about the glare she was getting that shut her up. "I am not getting at anything. Not since you've interrupted me my herb gathering."
They were laughing at her. Osma hated when people laughed at her. Why was it happening so often here? It rarely happened to her back in the Queendom of Gaiman. The tiny one threatened to spill her guts, a most undignified way to field dress a lady. "You will be doing no such thing. I shall not be disemboweled by someone who is shedding their scales in such an disorganized manner. Really? Has no one taught you the benefits of a palmous stone? Though I suppose you all would need boulders..."
She turned to look at Nat'ia, not nearly as interested in looking at the reptilian than the reptilian was at her. "I only scream in the most necessary of circumstances and yes..." she chuckled as she began to curl some of her hair around her finger, her eyes looked off at some memory. "It has been very effective in the past."
But that was not the present.
Osma pulled her finger lose and moved the lose strain behind her shoulder. "I have many other useful talents that don't involve wailing like a banshee." Her eyes brows perked as she looked at Nat'ia at the corner of her eye. Osma loved to talk about Osma. Someone just needed to open the flood gates by asking her a wee bit more about her. One did not want to be vain, after all.
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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 Oct 12, 2016 7:19:00 GMT -8
Osma's eyes moved to the rope Nat'ia removed from her belt. That thing was not going onto her wrists. There must be a softer, more suitable way to bind her. "Miss! Thank you! You are the first person to call me miss since I moved here. Can you believe it? People have been calling me-" There was something about the glare she was getting that shut her up. "I am not getting at anything. Not since you've interrupted me my herb gathering." They were laughing at her. Osma hated when people laughed at her. Why was it happening so often here? It rarely happened to her back in the Queendom of Gaiman. The tiny one threatened to spill her guts, a most undignified way to field dress a lady. "You will be doing no such thing. I shall not be disemboweled by someone who is shedding their scales in such an disorganized manor. Really? Has no one taught you the benefits of a palmous stone? Though I suppose you all would need boulders..." She turned to look at Nat'ia, not nearly as interested in looking at the reptilian than the reptilian was at her. "I only scream in the most necessary of circumstances and yes..." she chuckled as she began to curl some of her hair around her finger, her eyes looked off at some memory. "It has been very effective in the past." But that was not the present. Osma pulled her finger lose and moved the lose strain behind her shoulder. "I have many other useful talents that don't involve wailing like a banshee." Her eyes brows perked as she looked at Nat'ia at the corner of her eye. Osma loved to talk about Osma. Someone just needed to open the flood gates by asking her a wee bit more about her. One did not want to be vain, after all. saw Osma Gaiman's eyes as they perked around and watched her movements. The Kiggies looked at eachother strangely as the lady began to rant, ugh, humans. The small one retaliated at her insults. "You dunt scare me, we do dat shed thing all unique an organized, skinsack." He spat a nasty greenish red wad of who knows what liquid near her feet. From behind Osma Gaiman, Nat'ia spoke again, drawing Osma's attention towards her. "So yeh do got sumthin worth for us alive eh? And what'd that be? Talking?" She started to smile uncontrollably. THUMP!As Osma Gaiman would be responding and no doubt explaining herself to Nat'ia, the male behind Osma wielded a big wooden club with two hands and swung it forcefully onto the back of Osma Gaiman's head. "Here's yur palmous stone, wood thingy for you. Yah darn prissy punk!" If they were lucky she'd be taking a royal nap right then, but if it only fazed or stunned her, it'd still work well enough for the bandits. |
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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 12, 2016 12:25:01 GMT -8
The mast of who-knew-what landed within inches of her toes. A wave of laughter sounded around her as she pulled her skirts back to keep them from the goop and curled her lip. She glared at the small male, then pulled her skirt straight and smooth it with her palms. "At least we feel the same way about each other." She would have added more, but Nat'ia spoke.
"As a matter of fact, if I not a lady I would wager that he , providing it is a he has an cavity that is abscessed. If left untreated it will-"
THUMP!
A gasp left her lips as she fell forward. She landed with her legs in the spit and her hands out in front of her. The spade still in her hand, both of which were caught under her body. Her face was down, only able to breath by the jut of her chin.
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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 Oct 12, 2016 20:46:51 GMT -8
The mast of who-knew-what landed within inches of her toes. A wave of laughter sounded around her as she pulled her skirts back to keep them from the goop and curled her lip. She glared at the small male, then pulled her skirt straight and smooth it with her palms. "At least we feel the same way about each other." She would have added more, but Nat'ia spoke. "As a matter of fact, if I not a lady I would wager that he , providing it is a he has an cavity that is abscessed. If left untreated it will-" THUMP! A gasp left her lips as she fell forward. She landed with her legs in the spit and her hands out in front of her. The spade still in her hand, both of which were caught under her body. Her face was down, only able to breath by the jut of her chin. The kiggy whom made the strike was quite pleased with himself, and decided to share that joy amongst his comrades which Osma Gaiman might be able to hear if she had any pinch of consciousness left in her. "Woooo Eee! I dun good clobbn' dat lil baby yeh?" "Yah dun goot dat time." "All rite, get them sparkly stuffs! I'll make sure she dunt move." Someone ordered, probably Nat'ia . Osma Gaiman was flipped over and onto her back. One of the scaley creatures bound her feet with the rope, and then tied her wrists together in front of her torso, extra security in case she tried anything other than constantly talking. Soon enough however, the grabbing began as all but 4 (3 were sent to fetch a heavy branch, the other was Nat'ia ) of the Kiggies started to grope at anything remotely precious. Jewelry, trinkets, loose coins, and any rings (even the trowel) fell victim to their small thieving rough hand. She was rolled multiple times through the dirt with little caution for her physical appearance as the pack searched all pockets and sides of her looking for their payday. Eventually even her finer linens and silks were stolen, recklessly cut apart and removed with a dull knife. The flower apron would likely become someone's new blanket. Soon enough, they decided there wasn't much stuff left of value, and they began to question what to do now. "Ay, wat now? We gunna eat 'er? I'm pretty hungry." "We should, I like mah meat rich." They both received a slap to the back of their necks from their current superior, Nat'ia . "You dumb, don't you see dat she's probably worth some gud money to whomever cares enough about her? She wouldn't have had any of that shinies if she didn't get paid. We'll find sumthin better for eatz. She got nothin good on her." She said while gesturing to her thin build. Those who stayed with Osma Gaiman would have to wait about 15 minutes, impatiently bantering while the three wood collectors returned. During the wait, one kiggy thought it'd be fun to play with her soft hair and cheeks as if it were a baby animal, ultimately tangling it more than it already was, disheveling her remain cloths, and adding dirt to the mix of knots. "Shushy now lil lady... stay sweepy..." He whispered near her ear, if she was awake she would most certainly gag at the putrid scent of his breath. |
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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 15, 2016 5:49:55 GMT -8
Osma was in her harvesting clothes, which was not as fine as her Walking Around So People Can Look at Me and Brighten Their Day clothes. The accessories she had were not as fine either, but the Lizard Bandits came away with one gold necklace containing a small circle with an emerald. It was hinged and within a black powder from Nightshade rested. Enough to possible kill a grown human male. They snagged a bracelet that was just pretty, with a charm shaped like a stag deer. Between her breasts there had been a vial made of metal, containing a red liquid. They took a dagger, her silk stockings and leather boots. Her dress and her apron. The little butterfly clip she used to pin back the sides of her hair. A ring with an emerald on it which was also hinged and contained a purple powdered of ForgetMeNot would would make a grown human male forget everything, fall asleep and stop breathing. They would find that, despite stripping her down to her long, split crouch knickers and her now holey chemise, that had not taken her ability to be a complete bitch. The moment his green tinted breath moved over her nose the Fate's decided that she should inhale. The putrid scent of it arouse her mind and she felt her stomach flip. She groaned and turned away, dragging a stick he had shoved into the crown of her tangled hair with her. Her scalp burned and itched, as did her wrists and hands. Across her body, which was now stripped down to a holey under chemise (some of them had stripped her of her corset and were using the boning from it as tooth picks.), she had minor cuts from claws never filed. On her side, right over her liver, some asshole had stretched in the word "Minez". She gave a small whimpered and peeked open an eye. Dirt fell from her lashes and she blinked rapidly and rose a hand to wipe at it. Only, her other hand came with it. She began to try to pull the apart and realized they were tied with common, rough rope right on the skin. That would leave marks! Her skin was flawless! Had they no appreciation for Natural Wonders? "How dare you. YUG. Get away from me. Your breath is rancid. I demanded to speak to your Queen. I demand a parlay. Just wait until Warlord Shintaro Nishida hears of this! Where the hell are my clothes?! You heathens! Stop that! Those are silk stockings. They are not head bands. My boots are not drinking horns! AWWW, you will give me back my corset sir! Get that belt out of your mouth." Well, she hadn't suffered brain damage. |
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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 Oct 19, 2016 9:41:11 GMT -8
Osma was in her harvesting clothes, which was not as fine as her Walking Around So People Can Look at Me and Brighten Their Day clothes. The accessories she had were not as fine either, but the Lizard Bandits came away with one gold necklace containing a small circle with an emerald. It was hinged and within a black powder from Nightshade rested. Enough to possible kill a grown human male. They snagged a bracelet that was just pretty, with a charm shaped like a stag deer. Between her breasts there had been a vial made of metal, containing a red liquid. They took a dagger, her silk stockings and leather boots. Her dress and her apron. The little butterfly clip she used to pin back the sides of her hair. A ring with an emerald on it which was also hinged and contained a purple powdered of ForgetMeNot would would make a grown human male forget everything, fall asleep and stop breathing. They would find that, despite stripping her down to her long, split crouch knickers and her now holey chemise, that had not taken her ability to be a complete bitch. The moment his green tinted breath moved over her nose the Fate's decided that she should inhale. The putrid scent of it arouse her mind and she felt her stomach flip. She groaned and turned away, dragging a stick he had shoved into the crown of her tangled hair with her. Her scalp burned and itched, as did her wrists and hands. Across her body, which was now stripped down to a holey under chemise (some of them had stripped her of her corset and were using the boning from it as tooth picks.), she had minor cuts from claws never filed. On her side, right over her liver, some asshole had stretched in the word "Minez". She gave a small whimpered and peeked open an eye. Dirt fell from her lashes and she blinked rapidly and rose a hand to wipe at it. Only, her other hand came with it. She began to try to pull the apart and realized they were tied with common, rough rope right on the skin. That would leave marks! Her skin was flawless! Had they no appreciation for Natural Wonders? "How dare you. YUG. Get away from me. Your breath is rancid. I demanded to speak to your Queen. I demand a parlay. Just wait until Warlord Shintaro Nishida hears of this! Where the hell are my clothes?! You heathens! Stop that! Those are silk stockings. They are not head bands. My boots are not drinking horns! AWWW, you will give me back my corset sir! Get that belt out of your mouth." Well, she hadn't suffered brain damage. All the particularly valuables were thrown together in a leather sack that one of the Kiggies carried. It wouldn't be disturbed till it was set down in the center of the camp. Upon noticing Osma Gaiman had woken again, for whatever reason, the nearest kiggy who was watching he placed both his scaly hands over her mouth while he waited for another with rope. "Shhhhhh, it's gonna be kay, don't you worry." Hopefully, before she started blabbering on about something else, they'd quickly slip a loop of rope around her head and tighten it so it was fixed between her teeth. The good ole taste of old rope. The three wood fetching kiggies returned with a straight log. It was fed under Osma Gaiman 's rope bonds and lifted by four of them, as so her bosom and abdomen hung in a U shape. "Les head back naow!" Nat'ia ordered a march, with Osma along, back to their raiding camp. <Exit to raiding camp> |
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312 
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Oct 20, 2016 9:25:26 GMT -8
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Oct 20, 2016 19:03:14 GMT -8
She had joined this act, knowing that she would be following Shintaro's leadership. The blonde woman continued her usual quietness, the adventurer composed and self possessed.
Yet, her sharp eyes immediately picked up on something left on the tall grassz she could see the discrepancy between broken blades of grass and those that still stood tall.
The lithe woman made her way over, and crouhed down to pick up the basket that was there. Wirelessly, she turned and lifted the basket.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:55:42 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2016 23:45:14 GMT -8
A fair distance away into the forest, out of immediate sight was a lone gnoll ranger. The best scout of the whole legion. She was sent behind Nat'ia's group to do cover up job, removing footprints/tracks, grabbing any loot left behind, and trying to make sure it seemed they were never there. However, as one could tell, she was not sent out fast enough, for they were already pursing. Noisily in her scale and metal armor, she shuffled around, kicking dirt around with her paw and covering up cloth scraps. She wasn't expecting anyone to be on the chase yet, so she was very little aware of her surroundings and noises, making an easy target to sneak up on. Her back faced their direction as she worked among the greenery, she growled something to herself loudly as she bent over and retrieved a piece of evidence from the soil. This was certainly a dull job. |
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Dimitri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Age: 32
Physical Description: Human Form
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 246lbs
Hair: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Wolf Form
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 246lbs
Fur: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Hybrid
Height: 6'3"
Weight 260lbs
Fur: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Clothes and Equipment: Has an assortment of clothes within his packs. Some meant for travel in the freezing arctic of his homelands, while others are far lighter and meant for days spent in tropical climates.
Amor: Unspectacular Full Plate Armor. No Enchantments or special material. Redesigned helmet to look like his wolves head.
Weapon: Adamantine Halberd. Material allows the weapon to ignore physical damage resistances of a target. No Enchantments.
A silver dagger, use unknown.
Accessories: Ring of Four Winds. Allows a fast cast of feather fall upon oneself, 4 times daily.
Bracelet of Enduring Soul. Prevents moderate damage from Ice and Fire based spells and abilities.
Ring of Truesight: Able to see creatures using illusion to hide their real forms as well as invisible creatures.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 17:32:15 GMT -8
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Post by Dimitri on Oct 21, 2016 15:20:30 GMT -8
Dimitri observed the fields of grass with a lazy expression behind his full helm. His mind too occupied with other things. It was not long before a new scent reached his nose. It came from the forest. There was nothing there, but it is faint now. The wind must of shifted, allowing him to smell whatever it is. He would trapse slowly towards the forest edge, moving his head left and right to appear to be searching, but have his eyes on the forest, the scent. It might have been nothing, but it might mean a fight. A fight is just what he wanted to alleviate his bit of boredom.
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Oct 21, 2016 21:30:22 GMT -8
"What are your findings?" Shintaro called out and waited for reports after they were there long enough to gather some info. The marquis was equipped with a Nodachi Great Sword and wore his usual armor. The longer blade of the Nodachi was more suited than a Katana for fighting on horseback.
He sees that Osma's basket was found, it was reported that there were signs of struggle, but no blood was shed.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on Oct 22, 2016 8:22:36 GMT -8
The Swan swept back to Nishida and gave him the basket she had found, but her attention snapped back to the forest just as Dmitri's was. Her hearing told her it was a large something, as in, it couldn't have possibly been just a rabbit or a fox or a boar, and the sounds it made was disruptive and discordant -- it wasn't simply just walking.
"There is something in the forest," she said on her quiet voice, aware that Dmitri already knew of it, but she took no action, other to inform Nishida. He was the leader, and he would decide what would happen, but while he was deciding, clues could be taken, disrupted, or destroyed. "It is larger than the other scurrysome creatures in the forest, and..." her keen eyes tried to see through the openings of the trees, a little deeper into the forest. She could not see her much, but s figure moving. "... it is perhaps looking for something. I would have to scout to know more."
It was very clear that the Swan would only do as she was told. She wanted to help find the woman, but she was not going to break command to do so. Hopefully Nishida was a good commander, and would use the Bruiser and the Scout to his best ability.
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Dimitri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Age: 32
Physical Description: Human Form
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 246lbs
Hair: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Wolf Form
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 246lbs
Fur: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Hybrid
Height: 6'3"
Weight 260lbs
Fur: Azure Black
Eyes: Bright Red
Clothes and Equipment: Has an assortment of clothes within his packs. Some meant for travel in the freezing arctic of his homelands, while others are far lighter and meant for days spent in tropical climates.
Amor: Unspectacular Full Plate Armor. No Enchantments or special material. Redesigned helmet to look like his wolves head.
Weapon: Adamantine Halberd. Material allows the weapon to ignore physical damage resistances of a target. No Enchantments.
A silver dagger, use unknown.
Accessories: Ring of Four Winds. Allows a fast cast of feather fall upon oneself, 4 times daily.
Bracelet of Enduring Soul. Prevents moderate damage from Ice and Fire based spells and abilities.
Ring of Truesight: Able to see creatures using illusion to hide their real forms as well as invisible creatures.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 17:32:15 GMT -8
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Post by Dimitri on Oct 22, 2016 9:48:12 GMT -8
Dimitri would be by the forests edge at this point, his own wolven eyes catching glimpses of smaller creatures and the larger one within. He would also notice indents within the soil, where many bodies once stood. Fascinating, this may get exciting yet. He would wave over Nishida's attention before speaking. "I found some tracks over here. Far more numerous and heavy than what one lady would make." His bones began cracking and his muscles would begin to reform. He was not taking any chances if a fight was to break out. He would assume his hybrid lycan form and allow a few more beastial senses to surface.
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Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Oct 22, 2016 11:13:08 GMT -8
"Let's go then! Pursue whatever is over there and capture it!" Shintaro gave the command and rode in a direction to cut off an escape route.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:55:42 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 7:14:01 GMT -8
@mirssa heard the distant trot of horse from afar, but disregarded it as just a passer-by on a horse. She continued what she was doing.
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