Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155 
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 3, 2017 16:39:31 GMT -8
--[To Eli Nightshade ]-- On another day, at another time, several days into the Prospernalia festival, Raoul strolled into the Ale Garden with a young redhead on his arm. He was in high spirits from the games and the company, and greeted the regulars with a wide smile. “Now, some people don’t like ale so much, and some people take a while to warm up it. Don’t worry if you don’t like it at first, but you might find that by the bottom of the cup, you have grown to appreciate it.” He hands Heidi a handful of silver and orders two flagons, one for each of them. Raoul leads Eli to a table a bit away from the crowd and sits down, placing one in front of her and one in front of himself. “Don’t worry about it if you hate it. I will drink both, if I need to.” Eli was still clinging to the side of Raoul Ferdinand the man who had so sweetly taken her in and shown her around the festival. She was grateful for the gesture, especially after her escape and experience at the Crowley house. It was a fantastic escape for her. She did keep wondering how she'd part with the man and she hoped he would understand. With relationships came a huge problem for Eli's kind and one would be the lust to claim him and then that created even more problems. Eli was destined to be alone. "You're not filling me with confidence," She said teasingly looking at the drinks and how happy everyone seemed to be. "I'll give anything a try once though," Eli said smile. |
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235 
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 3, 2017 18:33:23 GMT -8
--[To Eli Nightshade ]-- “That, señorita, is a dangerous philosophy.” Raoul laughed and raised his flagon, taking a sip rather than a deeper drink. Normally, he might not have held back, but he was leading by example at the moment. After all, it was no fun to spend the day with someone that had made herself ill drinking something that didn’t agree with her too fast. |
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 3, 2017 18:38:51 GMT -8
Eli smiled, "Yes... I guess it is!" She raised her flagon and then pressed it against her lips the jug looking larger in her hands than his. She sipped the drink and its bubbles ran down her throat. At first, she wasn't sure how to feel about it but as her body examined the new substance it suddenly decided that in fact, she loved it.
Though it wasn't like eating a heap load of salt or draining energy from a fire it made her feel warm and fuzzy. "Wow" She said taking a deeper sip and dribbling a little. She stuck our her hand and caught the drips. She was drinking it as if she had spent days in the desert with now water.
When she finished she put the flagon on the table and smiled. "That- is amazing" her eyes were wide with enjoyment and amazement.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 3, 2017 18:53:59 GMT -8
--[To Eli Nightshade ]-- He laughed heartily, watching Eli take an immediate liking. He took a deeper drink, himself, then set down his mug and leaned back slightly. “It is quite good, yes. Good for celebrating and good for sharing with a friend. Just be careful you don’t have too much. You will hate yourself tomorrow.” Raoul took another sip of the ale, considering the young woman beside him. Most people didn’t take to it that fast, but if she had other drinks back home, then it was less unusual. He knew some of the tribes fermented honey or made berry wines, or even proper whiskey, so not having ale didn’t mean she never drank before. Or maybe she was just one of those people that loved it right off. Maybe it was a piece of the puzzle, and maybe it wasn’t. There was no real way to tell at the moment, but he would keep it in mind. “Tell me, do you mean to stay in town for some time, or will you be on your way as soon as the festival is done?” |
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 3, 2017 19:44:52 GMT -8
Eli felt as if she was watching the world through new eyes and she loved it. She was watching some children playing giving her a warm feeling when she was brought back to her physical body by Raoul Ferdinand asking her a question and her face suddenly saddened. "I, I don't think I'll be staying very long." She admitted. "I have some things I need to work out but it doesn't mean I won't come back" The last part was a last ditch attempt into reining back the hope that she'd be able to settle a new life somewhere and Isra was beautiful but she wasn't sure how they took to witches just yet. "What do you think?" She asked running her fingers along the rim of her finished drink which definitely affected her rational thinking because now she was thinking of just staying, and staying with Raoul. A man she had only just met. She'd never really be able to grow any connections with anyone not if she risked claiming them. People after prolonged exposure to her Powerstones and magical aura basically wanted her power and she would so want to give it, and giving the gift meant she'd have to claim them and that was something she didn't want. She couldn't claim someone, she didn't want to have to share memories with someone or mindspeak, she especially didn't want to feel the urge to consume the person and make them her puppet. |
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 3, 2017 20:01:50 GMT -8
--[To Eli Nightshade ]-- The question really shouldn’t have caught him off-guard like it did. It was only a matter of time before it came up. Raoul had been so swept up in the festivities these last few days that he hadn’t really given it any thought before. He took another drink of his ale, then leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “I think Isra is a fine city. The people are friendly and welcoming. She is a young city, still building her place in the world and deciding who she wants to be. But there is liberty. Prosperity. There are many worse places in this world to live.” Raoul turned his cup idly as he spoke, looking over to the girl seated beside him. “But there is a whole wide world outside, isn’t there? So much to see. So much to learn. So many people to meet. If the road calls to you, can you ever be truly happy in one place? Still… it could be nice to have a place to come back to. And eventually, you may enough of the road, no? Perhaps one time, you come back, and then you never leave again. I can think of worse ways for a tale to end.” |
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 3, 2017 20:08:41 GMT -8
Eli smiled, not one of her normal friendly smiles but one that she hadn't been able to do it in a long time. "I think you're very smart and one day you'll make someone very happy" she sighed looking up at him.
"The road does call for me and I wish it didn't because I like it here but I am just finding my feet in this new crazy world. what kind of person would I be if I just went ahead and stayed in the first place I find welcoming with the first handsome man I meet" she blushed at her last statement but didn't seem to care. "I'm sorry, I feel like I've wasted all your time"
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 3, 2017 20:40:13 GMT -8
--[To Eli Nightshade ]-- Raoul looked over to Eli and shook his head. “I think I have my share of foolishness, same as anyone else.” He gave a small chuckle and finished his ale, then leaned back in his seat, looking out over the fairgrounds. “But maybe I will make someone very happy one day. Until then, I suppose I will have to content myself with making as many people as I can a little bit happier. A little bit safer.” “In any case, time spent in pleasant company is never really wasted, is it?” He flashed a wink to her with a rakish grin. |
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
Registered: Feb 12, 2017 17:51:39 GMT -8
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Post by Badger on May 4, 2017 3:34:05 GMT -8
At Ganymede Galaii's comment, Badger got to his feet (standing on the bench seat he and Raoul Ferdinand were sharing). He removed his cap, revealing a shock of pinkish purple hair. He crumpled the leather headwear in his hands, obviously meeting her mock sadness and disappointment with his own mock repentant contriteness.
"Ms. Galaii, I would like to apologize for whatever it was I did that made you feel like you need a reason to kiss me." He smiled, unable to keep up the act for very long.
Hearing Raoul Ferdinand put the words 'gnomish' and 'heroes' in the same sentence elicited a loud, bellowing laugh from Badger. It was almost as funny as describing him as having a 'legendary' anything, even if he did suppose he might, in some ways, be accused of having a sort of quirky charm; as strange as it may be.
"Well, your highness, if I could find a pair of pants like the ones you have, I don't imagine myself having need of either!" the gnome guffawed, obviously in reference to Raoul's comment about Badger's 'legendary drinking prowess and charm'.
"Though I will say they'd probably not serve me as well as they do you. Hell, for a moment there, I thought about having a run at you myself!" |
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 4, 2017 7:20:31 GMT -8
She laughed at the way Raoul Ferdinand and Badger easily bantered back and forth, finding a simple camaraderie that worked for them. They might have noticed, however, that their words had to raise to higher levels if they wanted to be heard. Ganymede's presence around so many people... well, it made them happier, more joyous. They drank more. They laughed more. Touches between men and women -- or women and women or men and men if that was how they turned -- became more frequent. Jokes, even terrible ones, were suddenly more amusing. The ale tasted better and better in their cups. They were speaking of Raoul's pants, and she remembered them. She'd admired them on his body. Strong thighs and calves, a butt made firm but plump from all the work he did in the saddle and out of it. Ganymede leaned forward, the soft swells of her breasts pushing together and her hair swaying and turning down her back as she caught a closer glimpse of his tight pants -- stretched taught over his lap where he sat. Then her dark lashes lifted, and her gleaming dark eyes caught Raoul's. "Those seem as if they might need to come off soon..." She leaned back and made her pout, and Badger stood on his bench, almost to the height of her own face where she'd perched on the table. A smile made her lips turn, and without ado, the addictive Nymph leaned forward and she kissed him. At first it was just a gentle lay of lips on lips that made the Ale Garden roar with approval around them, and then her head tilted a little to fit the taste of her mouth more perfectly on the Gnome's own. Her tongue teased him. The heat built. Her hand came up to gently hold at the back of his neck, fingers slipping into his hair as she really KISSED him -- and the Ale Garden around them immediately went from calls of joy, to cat-calls and whistles at the physical exchange. Badger's lips and tongue would tingle with the touch of her own, a pleasurable touch that would spike the joy and the want for more in his blood. |
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 4, 2017 9:11:04 GMT -8
--[To Ganymede Galaii and Badger ]-- “I am not yet drunk enough to dance naked on the tables, señorita.” He laughed and shook his head to the notion of removing his pants. Raoul joined in the laughter and cheers at the deep kiss. He had experienced that kiss before, or at least, one somewhat like it. He felt a twinge of envy that Badger was getting this one, but mostly, he was swept up in the mirth and merriment. He had for a moment thought he might need to give them a nudge in that direction, but it seemed the two had it more than covered. Between Badger’s surprising charm and general boldness, and Ganymede’s affectionate and casually sensual nature, it was kind of a silly notion to start with. |
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 4, 2017 10:24:55 GMT -8
--[To The Sparrow , Alliandre Saleia , and Kaine Aislinn ]-- On yet a different day, Raoul lead a different group to the Ale Garden. Split evenly between the first day, where he was drinking with Badger and Ganymede, and the fifth, which he shared with Eli Nightshade, he followed the archery contest and tug of war with yet more socializing. He had promised to stand the men for a drink, but Typhus seemed too occupied with his starry girl to partake. In any case, there was a bet to settle, and Raoul was pretty sure he was about to win it. Or at least, fail to lose. After the first round, one of them would be buying drinks for the rest. The group was seemingly in high spirits, good natured competition and gold in their pockets often having that effect. “Well, then. One more contest between us to settle, no? Drinks all around.” |
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Alliandre Saleia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 99
Age: 25
Physical Description: She is a tall (5'11") and fair-skinned young woman. Long black hair falls down the entirety of her backside, terminating in a slight ponytail for the last foot of hair. Her lithe and muscular form is heavily complimented by her choice in clothing, and she maintains a strict regime of cleanliness that makes herself constantly clean and nearly germ-free. Her blue eyes glow dimly in all but the brightest of lights.
Clothes and Equipment: Silken robes cover most of her body, with her shoulders and chest protected by leather armor. Long black boots stretch up to meet matching black greaves at her knees. A glaive is usually slung across her back, its long haft inscribed with a flowing pattern of runes that enhance magical healing abilities. The glaive's blade is a dull green color, but incredibly sharp. A first aid kit is secured to her belt just beneath the end of her hair.
Registered: Jun 5, 2016 0:41:42 GMT -8
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Post by Alliandre Saleia on May 4, 2017 11:05:45 GMT -8
"One more contest, and being King won't help you with this one, I'll kick your ass at drinking any day of the week."
She lied, through her teeth. She did not drink, at all. She had tried it before of course, but had not found the feelings it gave to be all that enjoyable. Neither had the owners of several broken hands after they had gotten a tad bold with their advances.
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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 May 4, 2017 13:05:55 GMT -8
She walked with the group toward the Ale Garden, feeling in high spirits as well. She'd been there once before with @totallynotadragon, and the though caused her a moment's feeling of regret that she hadn't insisted Draga stay. The Sparrow fell back on her usual excuses, however -- that she'd make it up to the dragon woman some other way. Finding a table for them, Raoul Ferdinand and Kaine Aislinn took a seat first, with the Sparrow and Alliandre Saleia seated on the other side. Farrah maneuvered herself so that she sitting directly across from the man who hated her -- the better to poke and prod at his hide. When Alliandre began speaking, the Sparrow hoped that she was right. For Farrah's piece of mind, she KNEW she wasn't going to get drunk. The silver ring she wore on one hand was a cheaply made thing but common-ish at tinkerer's and enchanter's stalls -- a ring that took the poisonous, ill-effects out of anything imbibed, making Farrah immune to the effects alcohol could have on her body. "Then let's start kicking ass," the Sparrow said, and she turned to hail down Heidi. She gave up one of her gold pieces to pay for all of their rounds, until the four of them had a tankard each in hand. "On go, we go," she said to them all, her silver eyes glancing at each of their faces. [Each person roll a d20, highest number wins for their team?] |
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 4, 2017 18:04:26 GMT -8
--[To Eli Nightshade ]-- Raoul looked over to Eli and shook his head. “I think I have my share of foolishness, same as anyone else.” He gave a small chuckle and finished his ale, then leaned back in his seat, looking out over the fairgrounds. “But maybe I will make someone very happy one day. Until then, I suppose I will have to content myself with making as many people as I can a little bit happier. A little bit safer.” “In any case, time spent in pleasant company is never really wasted, is it?” He flashed a wink to her with a rakish grin. "How lucky those people are" She complimented with a blush. She leaned back and observed the people around her and sighed, she so wished she had finished her journey here instead of starting it "Will you still be here two full moons from now?" Eli asked curiously making a mental decision to come back here and to seek Raoul Ferdinand out. |
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 4, 2017 19:08:03 GMT -8
--[To The Sparrow ,@kalieimrahil, and Kaine Aislinn ]-- Raoul raised his tankard in salute and nodded, looking around the little circle to the others. The smirking thief with his flask and the good brandy. The red-bearded northerner with astounding luck. The dark-haired warrior with glowing eyes. Strange bedfellows, indeed, but far from the strangest he had encountered in his travels. “On go.” [I’m fine with 1d20, highest roll is fastest drinker] |
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 4, 2017 19:16:30 GMT -8
--[To Eli Nightshade ]-- The blush was more than a little fetching, and brought a smile to Raoul’s face. But question, on the other hand, was a different matter. He shook his head, taking another drink from his ale before answering. “I don’t know where I will be. I go where I’m needed. Where the work is. I won’t still be in the city, I suppose I might be in Isra again. Or I might be out in the wolds somewhere. Or… who can say?” He looked over to the readhead, thinking to himself. Thinking about the partially-complete puzzle. About the odd combination of naivete and far travels. About the way she smiled at him. “If you plan to come back, it could try to bend the road this direction some. I would like to speak with you more.” |
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 4, 2017 19:19:07 GMT -8
She nodded "I think I'd like that a lot, it would give me something to look forward to and a bigger reason to come back. I wouldn't leave but I have only just begun my journey and well... I'm sure you understand?" Eli shrugged smiling up at him. She was glad she had met him and knew that she wouldn't soon forget him.
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 4, 2017 19:36:07 GMT -8
--[To Eli Nightshade ]-- “Of course, I understand. Better than most, no?” He smiled ruefully and shook his head. It was the nature of the job that kept him on the road so much, but he had taken it up for a reason. Maybe one day, he would settle into one place. Or maybe he wouldn’t. “I will see about returning, then. Two moons.” |
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 4, 2017 19:40:36 GMT -8
Eli stuck out her hand across the table towards him "Then it's a deal, no? If you don't I'll hunt you and I'll... Well not sure but I'll find you" She teased trying to mimic his words and voice.
'Two moons, I can wait for two moons, can't I? Gods, why didn't I say one? Actually, why don't I just stay!' The internal fight lasted a few seconds and her lust for adventure one out. "Two moons" She repeated more for herself than for him.
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