Xin
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Roleplay posts: 85 
Registered: Mar 6, 2016 17:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Xin on Jan 24, 2017 18:37:18 GMT -8
Idly digits toyed at a few stands of hair as he walked along Sione out onto the path once more – it seemed that the people had little reserve about touching a stranger, even if he was a child. Though he finally allowed those strands to fall and bounce lightly off his cheek as he began to lead them back towards the plaza. Where he remembered smelling back goods – An hour – would be plenty of time for them to get whatever they needed. Chin tipped up towards Sione as she spoke though it seemed unlikely that the town would have a true market. A general store perhaps where they could acquire whatever it was that he might needed, perhaps he should have asked the man for directions, but for some reason Xin seemed in a hurry to leave the smithy as soon as their transaction had been made. Some people can be quite nosey. Sione however did not seem to ask too many questions and only spoke out of necessity.”Did you see one when we were entering the town?” he asked, looking up at her.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 1:03:37 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2017 14:23:00 GMT -8
"No." Short, sweet, and to-the-point. Sione wasn't in the habit of speaking more than was absolutely necessary.
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High Priest Yori
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Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 11:28:48 GMT -8
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Post by High Priest Yori on Jan 25, 2017 17:52:35 GMT -8
Once they were ready, Waltz led High Priest Yori out the door. He squinted in the bright sunlight, trying to shield his eyes. The previous night's drinking made going outside rather uncomfortable, but he managed. After all, he wouldn't be a supervisor if he couldn't work while hungover. A supervisor had to be ready to supervise at any time, no matter their state of being or intoxication. He walked down the road, heading towards the hill on which the Suiker mansion sat. "Yeah, she employs a lot of the people in the town. Not just farmers, either. Accountants, managers, horsemen, messengers, deliverymen, negotiators...she's got quite the system running here. I'm not sure who employs more, her or Mr. Dulce. He runs the peach plantations." He led the priest down the road and up a hill, arriving at the mansion about fifteen minutes later. It was massive, bigger than any other building in town. There were turrets, steeples, and stained-glass windows. To approach the mansion, the pair walked through a blooming garden full of colorful, exotic flowers. The plants were tended to by a small army of gardeners, who scurried back and forth trimming and watering. Once they arrived at the front door, a single guard opened it without a word. It seemed as though he was used to Waltz coming by. Inside the foyer, several maids hurried to and fro, dusting and polishing every flat surface. One ran off to notify Ms. Suiker, and another walked up to the guests with a very clearly fake smile on her face. "Hello there, Supervisor Waltz. Newcomer. Welcome to Ms. Suiker's mansion. What can I do for you?" The High Priest listened as Waltz explained Suiker’s role within the community attempting to get a better image of her. Eyes slid shut, head tipping towards the sun allowing golden hues to play off of his white hair. Yet he already had an idea of what sort of woman the Lady might have been. Opulent. He took a faint breath before expelling it in a single puff of air which ruffled the cloth slightly covering his face. Lids slit open reveling those twin pupils with a renewed focus. Pling, the soft metallic chime resonated faintly as the butt of the staff struck against the ground causing those golden circlets to clang together- a single trail of gray smoke began to rise from the small incense chassis like a snake wriggling trough the air, lightly curling around the priests in thin coils. She was not the only one with a sense of grandeur. So he needed to look presentable before they arrived, subtle movements, hair appeared less disheveled than Waltz might have remembered it in the dim lighting of the cabin and his robes were free of dust. He continued behind the man at a steady pace, shallow breaths touching his lips by the time that they had reached the mansion, though if the walk had tired the Priest he did not let it show. Golden hues slowly scanned the gardeners and workers who tended the gardens as they approached the gate before finally they were allowed onto the premises. Not that they were met with much resistance, it seemed that Waltz was quite familiar with the land as well. He slowed to a halt as they were greeted by a female, eyes meeting her own through the thin cloth. “My name is Yori, High Priest of the Order, please inform the lady that we have brought a gift and would be honored if she would share in it.” Tendrils of smoke tentatively reached out as if to claw at the priest’s clothing yet curled away as if there was some sort of filed around his person. The pouch at his side unlaced itself though rather than fall to the ground it hovered there as if by some imperceptible string, being lifted on its own and extended towards her. |
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Xin
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Roleplay posts: 85
Registered: Mar 6, 2016 17:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Xin on Jan 25, 2017 19:13:13 GMT -8
Gaze turned towards the direction of the square that they had passed earlier it was likely a general store would be found there somewhere nestled between the inn and some other buildings, at least that is what he thought. Eyes closed slightly at he sniffed at the air as they neared catching the scent of the bakery, “That’s okay, I wanted to get something to eat first anyways.” He told her, simply following the trail back until they had arrived once more and the square; still filled with people and the smell of freshly baked goods. Noting how they seemed to avoid them. Did they really look that strange? he pushed the thought from his head before turning in the direction of the bakery, leading Sione until they arrived at the door which he pushed open before stepping inside.
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Kargth
Established
Knight of a time long past,confused of who and what he is he travels the lands seeking for answers.
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: 7ft tall and built like an ox nothing can be seen under his armor.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing armor made of darkest metal and wielding a blazing sword Kargth is a sight to behold. His armor is etched with script with a language he does not understand. His sword blazing with magic he can not conceive of. The armor he wears is as much a mystery to himself as it is to others.
Registered: Jan 25, 2017 21:39:37 GMT -8
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Post by Kargth on Jan 25, 2017 23:57:36 GMT -8
Kargth walked calmly to the outskirts of town. He had been travelling in a random direction for several weeks now. Following what he thought where human trails, which unfortunately normally ended up as simple animal trails instead. It was strange in a way. Because of Kargth's strange predicament of not having a body, he had no need to sleep or eat. So, he just walked. The closest Kargth got to tired was what he claimed as soul tiring. After the first few days of constant traveling he had begun to move slower, his mind not as sharp. So he decided to rest, which did nothing. Slowly getting slower and slower he was unfortunate to discover that trail he was following actually led to the entrance to a bear cave and so, because of his weariness, did not see the massive black bear until it was upon him. The fight lasted maybe 30 seconds. But Kargth had received many scratches, rents and dents in his armor from the fight. Yet when he finally slew the beast by driving his blazing sword through its chest, a sense of invigoration took over him. He felt like he had broken above the water of a lake and to his surprise his armor began to meld itself. Closing gabs and mending scratches. After surprise discovery he had slayed several creatures along the way to keep his awareness at its peak. The bigger the animal, the greater it jolted him.
By the time he had reached the township, it was just becoming morning. The town slowly awakening from its slumber.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 26, 2017 11:59:50 GMT -8
The maid took the floating bag of tea, peering into it. Of course, more tea. People were always bringing Ms. Suiker tea, probably because she was rich and attractive. What did this one want? Money? Marriage into the family? Cherries? Who knew? And anyways, what was Waltz doing here? He knew she didn't want to see his face. Still, she nodded and handed the bag back to High Priest Yori . "Yes, of course. I'll let her know immediately. Just a moment, please, sir." Turning away from the strange newcomer, she glared at Waltz for a moment before heading further into the house. Waltz sighed. "I'd hoped she wouldn't be working today...oh well." Several moments later, a woman in her early 30s in an impractically poofy dress and unreasonably tight corset strode into the room. All the maids immediately stood aside to let her pass as to not be buffeted away by the silk and whalebone. She smiled at the pair, then glanced to the staff. They shuffled nervously. "Welcome to my home, newcomer. And welcome back, Waltz. I apologize that you've been left standing here like this. Please, come into the parlor. It isn't often that we get visitors in town. As I'm sure you know, I'm Ella Suiker. I run the cherry fields." The staff cringed as she mentioned that the guests had been left standing in the foyer, knowing that they'd pay for their mistake later. Meanwhile, Ms. Suiker led Waltz and Yori into a luxurious parlor and gestured for the two of them to sit at a coffee table. A butler entered, carrying a pot of expensive-smelling tea. "So...what's your name, newcomer? And what brings you all the way up here?" |
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 26, 2017 12:13:09 GMT -8
As Xin and @sione strode into the bakery, they would be met by the overwhelming scent of sugar and baking. Dishes of cookies sat in glass display cabinets. A tray of large cream puffs cooled on the counter. Racks and racks of colorful cupcakes stood on small tables, in tiered display stands. Behind the counter stood a short, chubby woman, piping an intricate design in fondant onto a cake. She looked up from her work as the bell on the door rang, jumping slightly when she saw the odd pair. Why was the kid wearing a mask? "Oh! Um...hello there. Welcome to Lucy's Oven. I'm Lucy, and I don't think I've seen you two around town before. Is there anything you're looking for in particular? This batch of cream puffs is fresh out of the oven." |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 1:03:37 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 12:13:50 GMT -8
Wordlessly, Sione followed Xin toward, and into, the bakery.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 26, 2017 12:20:03 GMT -8
Kargth walked calmly to the outskirts of town. He had been travelling in a random direction for several weeks now. Following what he thought where human trails, which unfortunately normally ended up as simple animal trails instead. It was strange in a way. Because of Kargth's strange predicament of not having a body, he had no need to sleep or eat. So, he just walked. The closest Kargth got to tired was what he claimed as soul tiring. After the first few days of constant traveling he had begun to move slower, his mind not as sharp. So he decided to rest, which did nothing. Slowly getting slower and slower he was unfortunate to discover that trail he was following actually led to the entrance to a bear cave and so, because of his weariness, did not see the massive black bear until it was upon him. The fight lasted maybe 30 seconds. But Kargth had received many scratches, rents and dents in his armor from the fight. Yet when he finally slew the beast by driving his blazing sword through its chest, a sense of invigoration took over him. He felt like he had broken above the water of a lake and to his surprise his armor began to meld itself. Closing gabs and mending scratches. After surprise discovery he had slayed several creatures along the way to keep his awareness at its peak. The bigger the animal, the greater it jolted him. By the time he had reached the township, it was just becoming morning. The town slowly awakening from its slumber. As the armor-clad figure clanked his way into town, he would find the town to be mostly asleep. Still, a few early risers were out and about on the streets. Farmers headed out to the cherry fields, paying the visitor little mind. He attracted a few odd glances, but not much beyond that. The cherries weren't going to pick themselves, and wondering why there was suddenly a massive armored man in the middle of the town square wasn't going to make the work any faster. However, Kargth would feel a soft knock on the back of his left leg. If he looked down, he would spot a small child, no older than six or seven, holding a basket of plums. "Excuse me, sir! Would you like to buy a plum? They're very sweet..." The child looked rather scruffy and unwashed, but not quite to the point of being an urchin. |
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Toliver Wulfric
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Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 26
Physical Description: A towering man at six foot six, laden with heavy muscle and features that seem to be chiseled from granite.
Clothes and Equipment: Sturdy leather armor with some heavy plates and a great sword. Standard traveling gear in his backpack.
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 8:52:06 GMT -8
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Post by Toliver Wulfric on Jan 26, 2017 12:51:54 GMT -8
The girl's eyes lit up as @fedlimid took her by the hand to pull her to her feet. How had she suddenly become so lucky? He was holding her hands! However, the contact was painfully brief, and she let out a soft sigh of disappointment when he let go. Why did it seem to pain him so much to pull her up like that? Was she that repulsive? She'd thought that she was pretty enough, but perhaps she didn't live up to the long-haired stranger's standards...he was probably used to the beautiful daughters of rich lords and kings, not farm girls with freckles. When the second stranger came out of the shop, she glanced over to him as well. He just looked like all the other adventurers that passed through the town periodically. Not bad, but big and gruff. Nothing at all like his little brother. When Toliver Wulfric mentioned that he was looking for lodgings, she beamed. This was her moment to shine! "Oh! You're looking for a place to stay tonight? Why don't you stay at my sister's place? It's a tavern, but she's got some rooms too. It's really nice, I think you'll like it! Come on, I'll lead the way! What are your names? I'm Palmier, but you can call me Polly. My sister's name is Marzipan. Everyone calls her Marzi, though. It's not far!" If the brothers followed the excited girl, she would lead them to a warm, inviting tavern. The sign above the door proclaimed it to be "Marzi's Tavern". Inside, a group of drunken men sang a song of beer and women in perfect harmony. Others sat around at tables or the bar, and a tall, dark-haired woman with earrings shaped like cherries and a ring set with a stone that looked remarkably like a peppermint. Polly gestured for the pair to head on in, smiling brightly. "Here we are! There's the Sugar Hollow Brandy Choir, practicing again. They only sing when they're drunk, and they're really good. And there's Marzi! Hi sis!" She waved at the woman behind the bar, who looked up and waved back. "Why, hello there! Welcome, newcomers! I'm Marzi, and I own this place. What can I do for you?" Toli shakes Limi by the shoulder. "Look at you making friends." He says with a chuckle before nodding to the girl. "Lead the way little miss." Dragging along his younger brother they soon sound themselves inside of an inn. "Greetings!" Toli says to Marzi, booming voice filled with cheer. "I am Toliver Wulfric and this is my brother Fedlimid we would like lodgings for the night as well as dinner."
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Hiyama
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 16
Physical Description: A young man with an ordinary frame, still in his adolescence.
Clothes and Equipment: Red kimono, white obi, black hakama, and zori sandles. Is often seen wearing a crude, thick straw cloak.
Player's online availability : Depends on the story I'm in.
Registered: May 12, 2015 22:23:57 GMT -8
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Post by Hiyama on Jan 26, 2017 14:29:27 GMT -8
The innkeeper grinned happily as he watched the tired boy eat the pie. He didn't even comment on the fact that Hiyama was eating his dessert first. After all, he was a paying customer. Satisfied that Hiyama seemed to be enjoying his meal, he shuffled off to tend to other, bossier customers. Meanwhile, a hunched-over man in a heavy cloak and hood sat down next to Hiyama and leaned over. "Say...you look like a newcomer around here, sonny. Do you know about the treasure of Parfait Well?" "I am, but I am just passing through. I probably wont be here much longer," the boy said. Yet perhaps on his way out he might check out this little curiosity. It couldn't hurt to hear the tale or legend. "But I am curious, what treasure is this?" |
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 26, 2017 16:39:04 GMT -8
The man grinned at Hiyama, rubbing his hands together. Rummaging into his coat pockets, he pulled out a worn, folded sheet of paper. He held it up, still folded, for Hiyama to see. Glancing over his shoulder, he leaned in close. "Listen here, sonny. Hundreds of years ago, when Sugar Hollow was just a single farmstead, it was owned by Paul and Polly Parfait, and their little son Poll. Every now and then, bandits would come by and collect 'taxes', and they would have to hide all their valuables. Y'see, the bandits took the 'taxes' based on what Paul and Polly had. So whenever they heard bandits coming over the mountains, they would hide everything worth anything in the well. It worked for years and years, until one day a new bandit crew came through. The Parfaits hid everything in the well as usual, and got ready to pay their 'taxes'. However, these new bandits didn't want the gold, they were after something much more valuable: the farm. They killed Paul and Polly, and took over the whole place. These bandits, the Suiker clan, built it into a whole town, and rule to this day. Nobody believes that they used to be murderous villains, but they were. However, because they killed the two so quickly, they never learned about the treasure in the hidden well. Little Poll escaped, though. He ran off and never returned. He did, however, draw up this map and passed it on to his kids, so that they could return when it was safe. It was passed down through the generations for decades until I...acquired it. I'd go look for it myself, but I took an arrow to the knee and haven't been up for adventuring ever since. However, I am willing to help you find it. You seem like a dependable young lad. The only thing is...it's a bit of a trek, and I can't walk there. However, if you advance me five gold pieces, I can get a horse. With a horse, I can lead you as far as it'll take me, and then you can go the rest of the way and bring back the treasure. I've got the map, all I need is someone who can go and get it. So, how's it sound? Will you help me? I'm willing to split it fifty-fifty." |
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Kargth
Established
Knight of a time long past,confused of who and what he is he travels the lands seeking for answers.
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: 7ft tall and built like an ox nothing can be seen under his armor.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing armor made of darkest metal and wielding a blazing sword Kargth is a sight to behold. His armor is etched with script with a language he does not understand. His sword blazing with magic he can not conceive of. The armor he wears is as much a mystery to himself as it is to others.
Registered: Jan 25, 2017 21:39:37 GMT -8
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Post by Kargth on Jan 26, 2017 18:10:39 GMT -8
Kargth walked calmly to the outskirts of town. He had been travelling in a random direction for several weeks now. Following what he thought where human trails, which unfortunately normally ended up as simple animal trails instead. It was strange in a way. Because of Kargth's strange predicament of not having a body, he had no need to sleep or eat. So, he just walked. The closest Kargth got to tired was what he claimed as soul tiring. After the first few days of constant traveling he had begun to move slower, his mind not as sharp. So he decided to rest, which did nothing. Slowly getting slower and slower he was unfortunate to discover that trail he was following actually led to the entrance to a bear cave and so, because of his weariness, did not see the massive black bear until it was upon him. The fight lasted maybe 30 seconds. But Kargth had received many scratches, rents and dents in his armor from the fight. Yet when he finally slew the beast by driving his blazing sword through its chest, a sense of invigoration took over him. He felt like he had broken above the water of a lake and to his surprise his armor began to meld itself. Closing gabs and mending scratches. After surprise discovery he had slayed several creatures along the way to keep his awareness at its peak. The bigger the animal, the greater it jolted him. By the time he had reached the township, it was just becoming morning. The town slowly awakening from its slumber. As the armor-clad figure clanked his way into town, he would find the town to be mostly asleep. Still, a few early risers were out and about on the streets. Farmers headed out to the cherry fields, paying the visitor little mind. He attracted a few odd glances, but not much beyond that. The cherries weren't going to pick themselves, and wondering why there was suddenly a massive armored man in the middle of the town square wasn't going to make the work any faster. However, Kargth would feel a soft knock on the back of his left leg. If he looked down, he would spot a small child, no older than six or seven, holding a basket of plums. "Excuse me, sir! Would you like to buy a plum? They're very sweet..." The child looked rather scruffy and unwashed, but not quite to the point of being an urchin. Kargth looked down at the small child that had moved in front of him. At least there where still humans around. His language seemed strange, yet oddly familiar. Something about selling something? Kargth shook his head at the boy, he had nothing to barter for what ever he was selling. What he needed was a map, just finding this place was pure luck. Kneeling down, still almost twice the height of the small scruffy child Kargth began to draw into the dirt with his finger. A square with an x and dotted lines inside, hopefully the child would understand what it meant. |
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High Priest Yori
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 11:28:48 GMT -8
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Post by High Priest Yori on Jan 26, 2017 19:47:26 GMT -8
Yori watched as the mid studied the contents of the pouch; the flowered scent mixed with the tea – he had perhaps expected a stronger reaction to a floating bag and perhaps had chosen that approach just to see how they would react. Yet his own face remained impassive as she held out the pouch in his direction, which he took this time within his left hand merely holding onto the pouch as they waited. He noted the brief exchange between Waltz and the girl sensing some History between the two though he did not pry. Golden hues followed her movements as she went off to summon the Lady.
Tendrils continued to curl about him almost as if they were begin drawn inward, always skirting around his form like a thin thread, though even that too was extinguished as the Lady approached parting the people as if their presence was merely inconsequential. Though he did not blame them for dread of being trampled; it was a wonder if all of her staff could be tucked away by that belled bottom. His own Order cloths seemed rather pale in comparison, yet for a priest they spoke of some standing. The cloth which covered his face, with four painted eyes staring out blankly, the golden staff and the tiny gold bells which adorned his hair.
The High Priest followed closely as she lead them inside- studying the walls as they passed by before they arrived at the Parlor. He allowed the Lady to sit first before finding his own seat that had been offered to him, propping his staff against the arm-rest.
It seemed that the staff had not introduced him either or perhaps she merely wanted to hear it for herself. “My name is Yori, High Priest of the Order.” He offered by way of name. “I am grateful that you have received me, Lady Suiker. It was faith that has guided me to this town, and the same that has lifted the Blight afflicting your trees.” Of course, downplaying his own contribution. – The scent of the tea caught his attention then reminding him of the pouch which he had intended to give her. Once more a force pulled upon those strings of the pouch lifting it from his grasp and depositing it neatly upon the coffee table.
“A gift.” He explained.
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Hiyama
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 16
Physical Description: A young man with an ordinary frame, still in his adolescence.
Clothes and Equipment: Red kimono, white obi, black hakama, and zori sandles. Is often seen wearing a crude, thick straw cloak.
Player's online availability : Depends on the story I'm in.
Registered: May 12, 2015 22:23:57 GMT -8
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Post by Hiyama on Jan 26, 2017 20:00:04 GMT -8
The man grinned at Hiyama , rubbing his hands together. Rummaging into his coat pockets, he pulled out a worn, folded sheet of paper. He held it up, still folded, for Hiyama to see. Glancing over his shoulder, he leaned in close. "Listen here, sonny. Hundreds of years ago, when Sugar Hollow was just a single farmstead, it was owned by Paul and Polly Parfait, and their little son Poll. Every now and then, bandits would come by and collect 'taxes', and they would have to hide all their valuables. Y'see, the bandits took the 'taxes' based on what Paul and Polly had. So whenever they heard bandits coming over the mountains, they would hide everything worth anything in the well. It worked for years and years, until one day a new bandit crew came through. The Parfaits hid everything in the well as usual, and got ready to pay their 'taxes'. However, these new bandits didn't want the gold, they were after something much more valuable: the farm. They killed Paul and Polly, and took over the whole place. These bandits, the Suiker clan, built it into a whole town, and rule to this day. Nobody believes that they used to be murderous villains, but they were. However, because they killed the two so quickly, they never learned about the treasure in the hidden well. Little Poll escaped, though. He ran off and never returned. He did, however, draw up this map and passed it on to his kids, so that they could return when it was safe. It was passed down through the generations for decades until I...acquired it. I'd go look for it myself, but I took an arrow to the knee and haven't been up for adventuring ever since. However, I am willing to help you find it. You seem like a dependable young lad. The only thing is...it's a bit of a trek, and I can't walk there. However, if you advance me five gold pieces, I can get a horse. With a horse, I can lead you as far as it'll take me, and then you can go the rest of the way and bring back the treasure. I've got the map, all I need is someone who can go and get it. So, how's it sound? Will you help me? I'm willing to split it fifty-fifty."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 26, 2017 20:16:45 GMT -8
The child looked up at Kargth, confused. The man didn't want any plums? How could anyone not want any delicious, juicy plums? As the armored man bent down to draw in the dirt, the boy looked on curiously. What an odd person. He'd never met anyone with armor like that before, and certainly never anybody that tall. "What are you drawing? It looks like...a treasure map! Do you know where some treasure is? Where is it? Tell me!" He grinned, excited at the prospect of treasure. Finding treasure would sure beat selling plums all day. |
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Xin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 85
Registered: Mar 6, 2016 17:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Xin on Jan 26, 2017 20:33:28 GMT -8
Lucy’s Oven. The bell rang pleasantly announcing their arrival as Xin pushed the door open, holding it open a moment to allow Sione to enter as well. A single silver orb settled upon the plump lady behind the counter. A single hand rose waving towards her as he slowly approached the counter, leather boots clicking lightly against the wooden floor. Hands moved to rest upon either knee as he knelled in-front of the glass display absorbing all of the sights which seemed like a lot to take in, the tower of cupcakes and different pastries. Slowly he rose, hands brushing lightly over his cloak before clapping together lightly. He smiled up at the lady, which was kept hidden beneath a mask of apathy.
“May I try a piece?” He asked in a polite tone as she brought up the puffs, watching as she was in the process of piping them. “Do you have any cake, I like buttercream with glazed fruits, and some tea to go with it.”
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Kargth
Established
Knight of a time long past,confused of who and what he is he travels the lands seeking for answers.
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: 7ft tall and built like an ox nothing can be seen under his armor.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing armor made of darkest metal and wielding a blazing sword Kargth is a sight to behold. His armor is etched with script with a language he does not understand. His sword blazing with magic he can not conceive of. The armor he wears is as much a mystery to himself as it is to others.
Registered: Jan 25, 2017 21:39:37 GMT -8
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Post by Kargth on Jan 26, 2017 20:36:06 GMT -8
The child looked up at Kargth , confused. The man didn't want any plums? How could anyone not want any delicious, juicy plums? As the armored man bent down to draw in the dirt, the boy looked on curiously. What an odd person. He'd never met anyone with armor like that before, and certainly never anybody that tall. "What are you drawing? It looks like...a treasure map! Do you know where some treasure is? Where is it? Tell me!" He grinned, excited at the prospect of treasure. Finding treasure would sure beat selling plums all day. Map. Map! That is what it was called. Speaking slowly in a deep rumbling voice Kargth repeated the word out loud, trying to form the sentence. The first word he had spoken since awakening.
"Map" Pointing at the rough sketch in the ground. "Need map"
He looked at the child hoping he understood what he said. He was beginning to get soul tired again. His mind beginning to dull. He should have hunted before entering the town, but in his excitement of seeing civilization again he had forgotten all about his more pressing needs.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 26, 2017 20:56:52 GMT -8
Ms. Suiker beamed as High Priest Yori held out the gift of tea.Taking it in her hands, she lifted it to her nose to smell the leaves, sighing with satisfaction. She put it down on the table and looked back up at Yori and Waltz, smiling. "Well then, High Priest. Thank you for the tea, it smells lovely. I'll be sure to try a cup very soon. And what's this I hear about the blight on the trees? Blights come by every now and then, and they're quite costly." Waltz spoke up: "Yes ma'am. There was a blight, and the high priest here managed to somehow heal all the trees. It was very impressive, I must say. Saved us quite a bit of money, too, if I might add. Three entire rows, saved from burning." Suiker nodded, impressed. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the coffee table. "So then, High Priest. You've been very kind, so far. Saving my trees, bringing me tea. What can I do for you, hmm?" |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 1:03:37 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 21:13:20 GMT -8
Sione nodded in greeting to the bakery's owner, but said nothing.. although a small, amused little smirk quirked her lips as she listened to Xin's politely phrased request.
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