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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 13, 2017 13:57:10 GMT -8
The bartender nodded, and waved his wife over. She bustled up to the bar, giving Sasha a curious glance.
"Charlotte, this is Tasha. She's a travel journalist, and wants to do an article about our tavern. It should garner a lot of interest, don't you think? Extra publicity and everything. She'd like to see the cows, if you could take her."
Charlotte nodded, but didn't seem fully convinced. Her face showed skepticism, rather than her husband's enthusiasm.
"Well...alright, then. Let's make it quick, though. I need to bake another cake pretty soon."
She led "Tasha" behind the bar and out a back door into the bright sunlight. From there, it was a short walk to a large barn, where several fat, happy-looking cows stood in their stalls.
"There you go, ma'am. There's the herd."
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on May 13, 2017 16:32:56 GMT -8
"Nice to meet you," Sasha said to Charlotte, smiling briefly but otherwise maintaining a friendly enough air. She followed Charlotte off to the dairy behind the tavern, each step making her heart thud a little more in her chest.
Perhaps they were taking her in the back to kill her, perhaps there were already bodies hanging there, perhaps there were some other creatures of the deepest, darkest imagination that they were milking--
-- they were cows. "Oh," Sasha said briefly.
"That's... quite a herd," Sasha said with a laugh. She had no idea. She stepped deeper into the farm and looked at the cows, bending over a little to take a look at what was happening with the udders. "But what makes these cows different than any other cows?" She asked aloud.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 17:12:37 GMT -8
A place of refreshment after a few days trekking the roads was always a sight to see - this was no different. It was a little odd to see a bar that specialized in milk presumably, but maybe it was just a gimmick.
Kiera would quietly slip in the door, hood up as always, and make a quick sweep of her eyes around the place - looking for the bar and locating it promptly. Hoping to keep her head down and attract very little attention, she would make her way over to the counter and slip onto a stool in a fluid motion - waiting to catch the barkeeper when he had a moment.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 13, 2017 17:21:22 GMT -8
Charlotte sniffed derisively at Sasha's surprise.
"What makes these cows special, Miss Tasha, is that they're hand-picked and reared carefully from birth. Each one is only fed a specialized diet, which is a strict secret. Other dairy farmers have been trying to get that secret from us for years, but we've managed to fight them off."
She shuffled her feet, glancing around and not meeting Sasha's eye. She seemed nervous and uncomfortable around the animals, and backed away when one snuffled at her. Still, despite her odd behavior, the cows seemed friendly enough. One mooed at Sasha, trying to lick her shirt.
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on May 17, 2017 13:53:43 GMT -8
The ever worn Regal wandered into a most peculiar bar, The Milk bar as it was aptly named only served milk. This struck him as both odd and rather interesting.
Knocking the grim from his boots before stepping over the threshold Regal's keen eye sought after the bar keep or owner. His travel stained , now as much brown as green, cloak clung to his back. He gave a sheepish wave.
" Hello, don't suppose you have anything other than milk here, water mayhaps?" The scout asked as he made his way to the bar .
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on May 17, 2017 14:01:18 GMT -8
She listened to Charlotte even as one of the cows reached out to lick her shirt. She knew that cows enjoyed salt, their big, black-pink tongues usually searching for that. It was probably what made this current cow smell it off Sasha. She HAD been traveling for a large portion of the day, after all.
Sasha reached out and pat the docile creature on the head, then turned her gaze onto Charlotte, who seemed uncomfortable with the cows. Odd. A brow perked on Sasha's face as she moved away from the cattle. "Any chance that I might see the feed?" she asked, somewhat already knowing that she'd be denied that privilege.
Once she was denied, Sasha would sigh. "Alright," she answered. "I suppose we should head back so I can try a taste of your cheesecake." She closed her notepad and tucked her pen behind her ear, waiting to walk back with Charlotte.
She'd be coming back later tonight to really investigate, but no need to say it now...
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 17, 2017 14:06:57 GMT -8
The barkeep, a portly and impressively-mustached man, smiled at the newcomer.
"Well, we have milk, chocolate milk, hot milk, sweetened milk, condensed milk, buttermilk...but I suppose I could get you a glass of water. Would you like some cheesecake, perhaps? Or a cheese-and-cracker selection?"
He poured Regal a refreshing glass of water, handing it to him on a coaster. Meanwhile, two men sat down on either side of Regal, holding glasses of milk in their skeletal hands. They were both very tall and thin, with long black coats and hoods. When they spoke, their voices were dry and cracked, as though they spent all day huffing sand.
"What sort of man walks into a milk bar and orders water, hmm?"
"Drink the milk, newcomer. It's...nutritious. Far better than any you've had before."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 17, 2017 14:23:04 GMT -8
Charlotte shook her head sharply at Sasha's request.
"No, I'm afraid not. We can't let just anybody see the cattle feed, it's a secret. Especially not journalists. No offense, I'm sure you understand. If anyone got their hands on the formula, we could be ruined! Our livelyhood is based around having the best milk around."
When Sasha suggested heading out, she nodded, seemingly relieved. She hurried out of the barn, shutting the door and locking it tightly as soon as Sasha was out.
"I'm sure you'll just love the cheesecake. What's your favorite flavor? We've got something for everyone. Raspberry, caramel, chocolate, toffee..."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 17, 2017 14:26:41 GMT -8
A place of refreshment after a few days trekking the roads was always a sight to see - this was no different. It was a little odd to see a bar that specialized in milk presumably, but maybe it was just a gimmick. Kiera would quietly slip in the door, hood up as always, and make a quick sweep of her eyes around the place - looking for the bar and locating it promptly. Hoping to keep her head down and attract very little attention, she would make her way over to the counter and slip onto a stool in a fluid motion - waiting to catch the barkeeper when he had a moment. The bartender made his way over to Kiera within a few moments, offering her a friendly grin. "Welcome, Miss. What can I help you with? Would you like a drink, or perhaps try something to eat? Can I set you up with a glass of milk? It'd be just the thing after a long walk on the road. Our milk is quite unique, and I'm sure you'll enjoy it. People say it's sweeter and creamier than what the other farms produce. All thanks to our hand-raised cows and their special diets. We also have chocolate milk, sweetened milk, warm milk...anything dairy-related that you could desire, really."
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Registered: Oct 31, 2024 14:55:40 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2017 14:32:15 GMT -8
Well, she was a sinner for a glass of milk - it always made for strong pups... her grin hinted on a grimace a bit at the realization that no one would likely appreciate the joke but her. She nodded her head gently.
"I'll happily try a glass - the sweeter, the better. I daresay I have a bit of a sweet tooth."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 17, 2017 15:59:43 GMT -8
The barkeep nodded, and poured a glass of sweetened milk for Kiera.
"Here you go, Miss. Sweetened with honey and sugar, so it should sate anyone's sweet tooth. That's just three copper pieces. for the glass."
He handed it to her on a coaster, then gave a glass of milk to the man next to her. If Kiera looked, she'd notice that her neighbor was wearing a long, hooded cloak that reached covered his face completely. However, unlike most long hooded cloaks, the mysterious figure's outfit was a pure, clean white. If Kiera watched, she might notice that he didn't take a single sip of the milk like a normal person. Instead, he simply dipped his fingertips in the glass and left them there. His fingers were unreasonably long, and seemed to have far too many joints in them.
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on May 17, 2017 17:08:03 GMT -8
Sasha was able to blatantly watch Charlotte lock up the barn, as Charlotte had to have her back turned to do so. That was a little odd, wasn't? She could imagine locking a storage unit or a shack, but the entire barn? During daylight hours? When Charlotte turned back around, Sasha pasted on a bright smile.
"Ah.... regular?" Sasha asked. She'd never had cheesecake before after all...
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on May 17, 2017 17:09:54 GMT -8
Regal's haunches rise immanently he had been in enough fights to know how they started and he didn't like where this was going.
" I... uh" He stammered" That is to say... Was just getting a drink to cleanse the palate before sapling the spender that is milk?" He offered nervously. Regal was all too aware of the knives hidden up his sleeves, and the one that had shifted in his boot from walking. His muscle ached from his travels and a fight was the last thing he wanted, but he would if called to.
His licked his lips nervously. " Anything you gentle men might suggest a newcomer?"
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 17, 2017 17:19:57 GMT -8
The two men smiled at Regal, in a rather cold and unfriendly sort of way. Both seemed to have faces that were completely unsuited for smiling, with mouths that didn't quite seem to stretch properly. The one to Regal's right spoke first, his voice low and barely above a whisper.
"Excellent choice, friend. I'd suggest just the plain milk. It's quite good, you know. Nice and sweet...makes for strong bones, too."
"Good strong bones," the other added. "Very important. Wouldn't want anything to break, would we?"
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on May 17, 2017 17:31:11 GMT -8
" Right, never know when something could happen." Regal said, he waved the bar keep over. " Mind sending us 3 fresh , plain milk?" He asked apprehensively. His eyes pleaded with the bar keep to save him.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 17, 2017 17:38:41 GMT -8
As the barkeep bustled over, the pair continued to talk among themselves. Their voices were barely over a whisper, but Regal would still be able to hear them well enough.
"Good, strong bones...awfully important, wouldn't you agree?"
"Oh yes, very important. Otherwise, people practically fall apart."
The barkeep poured three glasses of milk, smiling all the while. He didn't seem bothered by Regal's "companions" in the slightest, and handed them their glasses without so much as a twitch.
"There you go, gents. Anything else?"
The two men accepted the glasses, raising them towards Regal.
"Thank you...friend. To whom do we owe the honor, hmm? I'm Crooker, and that's Shank. It's awfully...nice to meet you."
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on May 17, 2017 17:42:06 GMT -8
Regal picked up the glass , doing his best to not let his hand tremble.
" Regal, Scout of Med--- well... I Guess it's just Regal again..." He answered and stared at the glass thoughtfully before slamming it back like one might grain alcohol.
" Pleasure to meet you both.." He added after a moment, raising his hand for another glass... it really as delightful , if not quiet what he had wanted walking in.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 17, 2017 17:45:13 GMT -8
Sasha was able to blatantly watch Charlotte lock up the barn, as Charlotte had to have her back turned to do so. That was a little odd, wasn't? She could imagine locking a storage unit or a shack, but the entire barn? During daylight hours? When Charlotte turned back around, Sasha pasted on a bright smile. "Ah.... regular?" Sasha asked. She'd never had cheesecake before after all... Charlotte was visibly happier when she walked back into the bar with Sasha in tow, with a spring in her step. "Plain, then? Alright, I'll set you up with a slice of that. I'm sure you'll love it. Everyone does. I bake the cheesecakes myself, you know! It's a family recipe, passed down from my great-great-great-great grandmother's second cousin's brother-in-law's niece. It's quite sweet, and we have regulars who stop by every time they go down this road, just to get a piece." She left Sasha at her seat at the bar, then headed to the back. A moment later, she returned with a delicious-looking slice of cheesecake.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 17, 2017 17:51:28 GMT -8
Regal picked up the glass , doing his best to not let his hand tremble. " Regal, Scout of Med--- well... I Guess it's just Regal again..." He answered and stared at the glass thoughtfully before slamming it back like one might grain alcohol. " Pleasure to meet you both.." He added after a moment, raising his hand for another glass... it really as delightful , if not quiet what he had wanted walking in. The men nodded, sipping at their milk. The barkeep deposited another glass of the unusually sweet and creamy milk in front of Regal, then left to tend to other customers. Crooker placed down his glass, staring intently at Regal. "So, Regal...what is it that you do? You started to mention being a scout, then you stopped. What line of work are you in, then? You're dressed like a ranger. A freelancer, perhaps?" Crooker took another sip. If Regal looked closely, he'd see that the man's hands were covered in a thin layer of fine brown dirt. That was odd, he looked far too thin for a farmer or other outdoor worker.
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on May 17, 2017 18:00:10 GMT -8
Regal sipped on the milk slowly considering the idea, his eyes wandered. Asking me about my profession when your own could be rather questionable... fine layers of dirt and sinewy hands made Regal's mind to that of his distant friend Tam who had been a potter, but these folks did't seem the type , more unsavory work was done with dirt covered hands.... Clay miners... or diggers of another sort..
" Well actually I sell maps now... Still rather. I was returning to Medan from the Moors when I learned of it's fall.. So I joined a group, " he slid a lie in carefully, " We all were scouts at one time for them, and chose to stick together in hopes of being hired. We're not an official guild but we do some work in guiding, and etchings" he lied smoothly, buying into his own con almost. In truth he was alone ,but being alone never served anyone well. Better for them to think he was expected.
" I came here to blow off some steam." He went on " Me and another fellow, Tam, had a disagreement." Honest sadness touched his eyes as he didn't have to lie there.
"I could do some freelance work in my off time if you all need something done however." Regal watched the bar keep work, and a delightful slice of pie went by... He gave a small smile to the recipient .
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