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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 18, 2017 19:16:34 GMT -8
Charlotte had already left, gone to fetch @likethecupcakes's order. The cheesecake didn't taste drugged or poisoned, but who could tell from such a small bite? Meanwhile, the masked man continued to inspect the telescope, turning it over in his hands.
"I suppose I could do it in three days. Even two, perhaps. An eye and a crystal ball, plus fitting and linkage...I suppose 50 gold pieces would cover the lot nicely. How does that sound? I will be back here when it's finished. I've always been rather fond of the milk here, after all."
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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 18, 2017 19:26:02 GMT -8
Sasha laid down her fork when Charlotte was gone, and shot Regal Al'nin Withernorth a sort of understanding smile when he smiled her way as well. The Rondi woman was still unaware that he was trying any moves. After all, their experience was spilled milk and a handful of words so far. He was also turning to leave. "See you, Regal. Take care." Sasha turned to Debbie then. "Have you ever been here before?" She was taking home an awful lot of cheesecake and it just seemed odd to her that the woman would need that many. Then again, Debbie was lush and rounded and soft, and Sasha was pretty sure it wasn't from hikes and burpees. Probably from cheesecake. "And if you like cheesecake that much, do you want mine?" Sasha was afraid to eat hers, but she wasn't going to say anything about it in public. Sasha had barely finished her milk, too. Sasha was killing time until she could make an easy exit, then wait discreetly in the woods nearby for night to fall and the tavern to quiet. Something was up about the dairy farm behind the place, and she intended to find out what.
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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 18, 2017 19:28:27 GMT -8
(reposted for continuity sake)
50 pieces... Oh light the thing only cost around 60, but the thing was worth more. Regal sighed heavily " You have what I need, I have what you want, you set the price good sir, according to custom" He lamented." I will leave that in your care then." Regal turned away from the man.
" Fare you well Miss Tasha, may our paths cross again, hopefully with less.... interesting... company about. Til then." He offered a smile and a wave, leaving out the door.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Oct 31, 2024 15:28:52 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2017 19:29:36 GMT -8
Debbie held her hand up to refuse. "No, no, I don't want to take yours. Please, enjoy. I just wanted some for the road. It was my first time and save for...well... that it was good food. I wouldn't mind having that when traveling, you know?" As Regal Al'nin Withernorth walked past she stopped him really quickly, bowing and silently saying "thank you" with a smile.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 18, 2017 19:34:12 GMT -8
"Of course. I'll be seeing you around, Regal."
The masked man pocketed the tube. Picking up his collection of eyes, he checked to make sure the case was locked before walking to the back of the bar. Opening what appeared to be a closet, he stepped inside, being careful not to bump any of the brooms or mops. He closed it behind him with a resolute slam. The bartender sighed.
"Such an odd one, that man. We've got a perfectly good front door, but he always goes in and out via the closet. He does such excellent work, though. We had a cow helper lose an eye to a kick once, and he replaced it with a glass one, good as new!"
Charlotte returned, bearing a a plethora of cheesecakes.
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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 18, 2017 19:41:12 GMT -8
"Then I really wish you'd take my cheesecake. It's not for me, really," Sasha said, hoping that someone would take it away from her. Suddenly, Charlotte was back, bearing cake.
"The closet? Does he live in there?" Sasha asked, a dark brow perked on her face.
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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 18, 2017 19:41:46 GMT -8
The man had been taunt as a bow string for most of this encounter, and reflex dictated action. Foot work soundly placed, he rounded to see who had stopped him so suddenly,expecting Shank or the other fellow: Wild eyed and with a white knuckled grip on a half drawn belt knife kept on the small of his back---His expression relaxed instantly seeing who had stopped him. He eased into a bow mirroring hers, before quickly leaving. He cursed his nature. First spilling that blasted milk! Making him look like a burning fool in front of an attractive lass who seemed at least politely interested, Agreeing to make a map for grave robbers, spending money he had not yet earned.
And to top it off he looked a flaming fool for rounding on someone who 'thanked' him! Stupid stupid stupid. No more bars, especially milk themed ones!
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 18, 2017 19:44:25 GMT -8
Charlotte looked over at the closet in confusion, then chuckled.
"Oh, he's gone? What a funny man he is. Oh no, he doesn't live there at all. Come and see."
Walking over to the closet, she opened the door to reveal a perfectly ordinary closet. There were brooms, buckets, and mops, but no sign of an eye-selling masked man.
"We've no clue how he does it. The closet is perfectly ordinary, with no secret trapdoors or passageways. We've checked, and have had all manner of experts come in to inspect it. All told us the same thing: there's no way to simply walk in there and vanish. Funny what people do, don't you think?"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Oct 31, 2024 15:28:52 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2017 19:46:30 GMT -8
The aggressive nature caught Debbie off guard but Regal's relaxed pose afterwards suggested he was just on edge. She worried if she had caused him trouble. As Charlotte came back with the cakes and milk, Debbie thanked her and paid the amount. As Sasha said she didn't want her cake, Debbie raised an eyebrow.
"...Well...I didn't want to impose but if you insist..." She said as she added the cake to the stack. She took a quick bite and moaned a little at the flavor.
"Yum, even without honey it's good..."
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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 18, 2017 20:29:26 GMT -8
Sasha flashed Debbie a grateful smile when the tall woman took the cake, then eased off her stool to follow Charlotte over to the closet. The door open, Sasha leaned in to take a look herself. True to form, it was simply... a closet. Bent over as she was, her trousers stretched taught over her curves and then eased a little as she stood tall.
"Interesting. There are many little quirks about this place that I think will make for an excellent entry," Sasha said with a smile to Charlotte. It seemed that the once uncomfortable, stand-offish wife was easing up in Sasha's presence. "But, I must go. I'll need some place quiet and tranquil to start writing my drafts," she said and gestured to the little notebook in her hand.
"It was a pleasure meeting you and Darryl," Sasha told the woman, then moved back to her stool to pick up her coat and other things. She looked at Debbie eating the cheesecake, and a little smile twitched at the corners of the Rondi woman's mouth. "Enjoy~," Sasha said to Debbie...
And then left the way that Regal had, out the same door on a graceful, confident stride.
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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 18, 2017 20:52:12 GMT -8
Molly, A chestnut mare stamped in protest as Regal arranged his now rolled up cloak under a rather large saddle bag and ornate leather bow case.
" Hush you, we'll be on the move again shortly" He muttered checking over the surcingle and breast plate. He was intending to move quickly and the last thing he wanted was for his belongings to be on the side of the road.
Clearly irritated by the tugging, the horse nipped at Regal's hair , prompted yet another curse to the light a swift thump to horse's flank. " Quiet that you! Light burn you! You're as stubborn as your name sake!" He huffed taking a stepped back for the demon in horse form. He touched his head to make sure he wasn't bleeding, missing a chunk of hair yes, bleeding no. Not this time anyhow.
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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 18, 2017 21:01:13 GMT -8
The Rondi woman moved toward her own horse, tethers tied beside Regal's own. She glanced over and saw what was happening as she passed by, a little smirking smile for Regal. She reached out a hand to her own mare and was met with a gentle nudge. An avid horsewoman, she began to check her own gear to make sure that it was all in place, her back to Regal and her thick, dark braid hung between her shoulder blades. A couple streaks of silver were visible in her hair, but it seemed out of place, considering that Sasha herself did not look old enough to have them.
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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 18, 2017 21:15:05 GMT -8
As sure as Iron filings to a load stone, Regal was drawn to trouble... or pretty women, one or the other, usually both. He heard the foot steps and looked over his shoulder to see Tasha walking by... And walk by she did... He did notice the streaks of silver mixed in with her braid, but needless to say his eyes didn't linger there long.
Start a conversation...
" uhh.. come here often?" He asked jokingly as he re-tied the draw strings on his saddle bags, now simply playing for time, " Look, sorry about that whole mess..." He really didn't know why he kept apologizing to the woman it's not like he had wrong her, let alone really even spoke with her. For all he knew she was a wood headed ditz....
His mind flashed back to the all to familiar movement she had made for her weapon. " So are you a scout as well?" he asked watching her check her gear; by this time he had tied the same clove hitch thrice.
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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 18, 2017 21:27:34 GMT -8
She laughed, turning slightly to look at him from over her shoulder. Out in the sunlight, it was far easier to see that her olive-toned skinned and golden-brown eyes and dark, dark hair marked her as foreign, and not simply just a farmer's tan. She didn't speak with an accent, however.
"No, this is my first time today." She glanced at the facade of the Milk Bar. "And possibly my last." She turned back around, aware now that he was attracted in some way to her. Sasha didn't mind if he glanced at what she had on display -- after all, there was a reason she chose to pay extra for high-heeled boots that were enchanted to feel as natural as flat-footed ones. Sasha was very aware that she had a killer set of legs and an ass women would kill for -- so she played it up with what she wore.
Too bad she met Regal while she was on a job. Sasha enjoyed to flirt and tease and usually liked to gauge her partner to see if it was worth the risk or not. Unless Regal stayed around for a bit, however, she wasn't likely to indulge until business hours were over.
"No, just Rondi," she said, and a bit of Rondi accent did slip into the foreign word, further supporting her heritage. She was smiling as she glanced over her shoulder again, her hands still at work on the saddle. "It is against the law to be seen without your rapier," she joked, accent gone.
A moment passed, where she tugged on a strap to make sure it was firm, but not too tight, then she turned and took the couple of steps to HIS horse, leaning aganst the saddle and looking across the distance at Regal with those golden-brown eyes of hers. Dimples winked in her cheeks as she smiled. "What are you scouting for?"
A scout might actually come in use for her mission, she'd decided.
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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 18, 2017 21:40:25 GMT -8
Probably her last, hmm. Regal nodded along listening to her speak, he caught that she was from else where, but didn't know exactly where. He himself had been raised on the out skirts of the Medan boarder and knew very little of the world's ways, the world it's self was another matter.
The bit about her Rapier was interesting. The mention of that weapon sparked memories of two friends he had parted ways with in Medan... He wondered where that Rapier wielding lass had run off too...she couldn't have been very old. Youth had a firm grip over her face. However the fact Tasha used such a weapon implied a rigor of training, as so did her legs... Was it always so difficult to think around the likes of her?! When he looked up from his thoughts he was caught by a pair of golden brown eyes.
A cotton field, desert, what ever you'd care to compare it to: he froze, forest green eyes locked for a moment.He was acutely aware he hadn't shaved, and how the dust clung to his face. "My words around you apparently..." he answered without thinking ,and instantly regretted it. He tried to save it with a smile a laugh , then went about checking Molly's girth strap...again.
No bars, no milk, No shady grave diggers, and for his own health he best lay off the long legged rapier wielding women.
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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 18, 2017 21:50:57 GMT -8
She laughed. "Smooth," she teased him, taking it for the joke he tried to play it off as. Her gaze dropped down to where she assumed his hands were checking the strap. She couldn't see what he was doing, given the girth of the horse, but she could probably guess. She'd already watched him do it once.
Her gaze traveled back up to his face, dusty and scruffy as it was. "But seriously. What brought you this way?" She was interested in knowing if something else had prompted Regal to travel this way -- if it was the Milk Bar, or perhaps a rival rancher seeking to cash in on these miracle milk cows.
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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 18, 2017 22:00:16 GMT -8
His hand stopped working as he thought of the answer...
"Honestly..." He looked up at her. "... I've got no where to go." His tone took on a more serious nature, probably the most serious he'd used in quiet some time. " I was a scout for Medan, I was sent to the Moors: the Marshlands. And ended up stuck there for two years..." Pain caressed the edges of his expression, but he pressed on. " I'm currently freelance, and have been a wandering cartographer to earn my coin." He nodded to the finely crafted leather tubes wrapped in his oddly colored cloak. Shades of browns and green swirled together.
" I was traveling and got caught in some... I don't know..." He frowned as if still trying to make sense of the incident involving death. " Nightmare would be the best word..." he shook his head. " Some sort of magic I'm sure. But anyways I wound up here by chance mostly." He looked at the bar.He thought of the two black cloaked gentlemen. " Between you me..." He said in a hushed tone, watching the door as if it were a pit viper. " I don't trust that place... Those men hired me to map out a grove south of here , including a grave yard... There are few folk who need that sort of information if you catch my current..." He explained.
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Registered: Oct 31, 2024 15:28:52 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2017 5:41:28 GMT -8
( Strangers and Travelers ) Kiera fished out the copper and would drop them in the palm of the kind man behind the counter, tugging the glass closer with a heightened intrigue to try the drink. Her fingers carefully curled about the glass and she lifted it, pausing only when she noticed her neighbor at the counter. For a moment, she couldn't help but stare. She had seen the odd individual before, but... nothing quite like this. She had to tear her eyes from the cloaked figure, and focused on the beverage - tipping the glass back and taking a sip to sample. Indeed - that was a sweetness to make her taste buds sing. It was clear with a widening smile on her face.
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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 19, 2017 6:55:20 GMT -8
Regal Al'nin Withernorth's history seemed to pain him, and a sympathetic expression made its way into Sasha's tawny eyes and touched at the corners of her lips. The man's walk into the misery of nostalgia lane was brief, however, the scout collecting himself almost as quickly as he had gone, and then he was moving on to talk about the Milk Bar. Her lashes lowered slightly as her gaze swept toward the Milk Bar, and then back to him. She chose to focus on this new information instead of traveling with him to the past. She didn't know him that well (yet?), and it seemed almost inappropriate to have that conversation now. She had to be careful, however, and figure out if the information about the grave-robbers had anything to do with the Milk Bar itself. "What are they expected you to do in the grove? Anything they asked you to look for specifically?" She asked, putting a sort of 'What in the world?' type of tone to her voice, incredulous, as if it was crazy that someone would even ask.
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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 19, 2017 8:43:27 GMT -8
" They wanted me to survey The Collister family's cemetery, apparently a late member of the family was buried with her wealth." His eyes were still on the door, last thing he wished were for the two men to stalk out and find him chatting about their deal. "Offered me 200 heavy pieces... I had planned on going on with it, but letting the grounds keeper know something was a miss." He explained. " They just wanted a detailed map, but something tells me that is going to be a lot more trouble than it might end up being worth... I've got six days to figure it out" He went on shaking his head in disbelief.
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