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 23, 2017 10:15:02 GMT -8
< Enter from : thefantasysandbox.boards.net/thread/2637/sanguine-woods > Regal undid the latch and came spilling out from the Broom closet... He dusted him self off and looked around. He was back at the milk bar, he almost couldn't believe it. " Ah thank the light that worked!" Regal cried out kissing the floor once, which in hind sight probably wasn't the best thing to do. " Thank you--- Pardon salesmen I don't think I ever got your name..." Regal said turning to their savior. |
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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 23, 2017 10:20:12 GMT -8
Night fell.Sasha made sure that her horse was comfortable, and given there'd been little to happen in the woods in the hours they waited, the horse was more than comfortable to stay there alone, even though there was no light for her. Sasha ran a hand down its neck and patted its side, then murmured a quiet spell. The horse immediately fell to sleep where it stood, and then she murmured again, and the horse disappeared, going invisible. It was trickster's magic more than anything else, so anyone with even the slightest professional training in magic would be able to sense it, but given that most people didn't, Sasha assumed everything would be fine. Murmuring another spell to quiet her step, she made her way quickly through the forest, a dark cloak wrapped around her to hide the white of the blouse she wore, covering her in a hue that would match with the shadows around her. Her keen gold-brown eyes crouched down in the woods as she looked at the Milk Bar, searching for any movement within nearby windows, or even outside. She was to the Milk Bar's flank, but a little in front of it, so she'd have to journey around the perimeter of the building to get to the back where the barn was located... ( Strangers and Travelers)
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 23, 2017 11:43:54 GMT -8
Cully stepped out of the closet, slack-jawed. He stared around the bar, disbelieving.
"W-what is this place? Where are we? How did we step into the closet in my house, and step out here? What's going on, Regal?"
The eye salesman patted him on the back encouragingly.
"There there, Mr. Cullenham. You're not far from your home, but there are no giant wasps here. Sit tight."
Cully sat down heavily on a barstool, staring into space. The day's events were too much for him, it seemed. Meanwhile, the eye seller turned to Regal.
"You're right, Mr. Withernorth. I don't believe you did get my name. Now, I do believe you owe me an eye."
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a rolled bundle of cloth. He unrolled it with a flick of the wrist, revealing a collection of menacingly sharp hooks, scalpels, and scoops. He pulled out a small metal scoop, checking his reflection in the shining surface.
"Open your eyes now, this won't sting a bit..."
Meanwhile, outside the bar, Sasha lurked. She would see movement inside the bar, three figures illuminated by a candle. Depending on how good her night vision was, she might recognize Regal and the eye-seller. Luckily, nobody else seemed to be around. Even the cows were asleep, as soft bovine snoring could be heard from the barn.
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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 23, 2017 12:49:45 GMT -8
Her dark vision was as good as any human's. Which is to say, not at all. She saw the figures in side, could see that they were moving and such as if they were engaged in some sort of something.
She kept herself crouched and moved around the side of the Milk Bar, keeping into the trees until she could crouch near the edge. She put her palm on the ground, and whispered the Trickster's words, and a pulse of magic, invisible to the naked eye although someone might feel an odd flutter in their tummy if the wave swept over them, went over the grounds, trying to reveal to her any traps, any alarms, any defensive measures that might have been put on the property and where their location was.
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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 23, 2017 14:09:50 GMT -8
( Strangers and Travelers Sasha Pierce) Regal could have swallowed his tongue... " I---..." He faltered, trying in vain to escape." -- I suppose I do..." He conceded with a heavy sigh. He moved over to the bar and sat down, carefully placing his bow down. What would it be like... Regal pulled off his thick leather vambrace. "... Do it quickly please..." Regal said--- his voice cracking as he jammed the slab of cured leather between his teeth. He sought the void... Fed the internal fire that was his mind , all he focused on was the single , consuming flame within his mind. He was safe within this void... A shiver skimmed over the top of the void. The body of Regal sat ridged, teeth clenched eyes wide, slowly his heart rate built until it threatened to beat out of his chest. |
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 23, 2017 16:10:33 GMT -8
"Oh, come on now. Don't be so dramatic. It's barely going to sting. You act like I'm pulling your teeth or something."
The eye-seller placed his icy-cold fingers on Regal's upper and lower eyelid, prying them apart. With his other hand, he raised the steel scoop, which glinted menacingly in the candlelight.
"Here we go, are you ready? Count to three, now. One, two-"
On two, he slid the diabolical instrument into the corner of Regal's eye socket. Strangely enough, the excruciating pain that Regal had anticipated was noticeably absent. In its place was the extremely unpleasant feeling of the man's instrument sliding past his eyeball. Once it reached the back of his eye, there was a sharp sting as the nerve was severed. Regal would see a sudden flash of light out of his right eye, then nothing. There was a sickening pop, the man stepped back. If he opened his remaining eye, he'd see the salesman standing in front of him, holding his eye by the nerve and inspecting it with a magnifying glass. He looked back up at Regal, and patted him on the head.
"There we go, that wasn't too bad, was it? Here, I'll even throw in a free eye patch. If you'd like a replacement eye, please come see me in the future. I'd be happy to sell you one."
He dropped the eyeball in a small glass bottle and pocketed it. Meanwhile, Cully was vomiting in a nearby trash can. Of all the things he'd seen today, an eyeball being casually removed from a man's head was just too much.
Outside, Sasha's magical search would find nothing of note. However, she would notice a magical lock on what seemed to be the floor inside the bar. A secret door to a hidden basement, perhaps? All of a sudden, the silence of night would be broken by the sound of a large man vomiting violently inside 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 23, 2017 21:33:16 GMT -8
She had been meaning to head to the barn, but the knowledge of a magical lock within the tavern took her curiosity. She shuddered when she heard the puking man, but otherwise made her way silently to the back door of the tavern, keeping herself crouched and low and her senses on alert for anything that seemed out of the ordinary -- or like she might be suddenly caught.
One hand reached out to try the back door of the tavern, testing it quietly and subtly to see if it was locked...
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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 24, 2017 12:10:04 GMT -8
Regal attempted to ignore the surgical instrument moving closer to his eye but the mind can only handle so much.
It really didn't hurt all that much, as the salesmen had suggested, but it was most unpleasant.
Regal let the chunk of leather fall, and glared at the masked man with his one eye. "... Unpleasnt indeed..." he glared. " I would like that eye patch however..." Regal said holding his now missing eye. The void was strange... trying to blink felt awkward.
" Hush Cully... He could have asked for one of yours as well.." Regal said frowning at the gameskeeper. " We are at the milk bar about six hours ride east of the place you first found me... We can find some help for your infestation after daybreak..." Regal accepted the eye patch from the salesmen. " However I would very much like a drink of something much more stout than milk..."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 24, 2017 13:04:25 GMT -8
Cully looked up at Regal's empty eye socket and promptly bent over to vomit again. It just wasn't his day. The eye seller reached into his pocket and handed Regal a black eye patch.
"Here you go, Mr. Withernorth. Eye patches are all the rage these days, you know. A real hit with the women. They think it looks mysterious, or so I've been told. Who knows. Put it on quickly, you're going to need all the help with women you can get in a minute or so. Good luck, and give Ms. Pierce my regards."
He walked back into the closet and shut the door with sharp click, leaving the pair alone. Meanwhile, in the back of the bar, Sasha would find the back door to be unlocked. Very trusting folk, these dairy sellers. All of a sudden, she would hear a soft whisper in her ear.
"You ought to run down to the bar, Ms. Pierce. There's a young gentleman there who's got his eye on you. Hehehe."
If she looked around for the source of the voice, she would see nobody.
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Registered: Oct 31, 2024 16:32:53 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2017 0:41:24 GMT -8
The bartender finished cleaning up the mess, and put the mop away. Returning to his place behind the bar, he began to polish a mug. "So, miss. What brings you out here? What is it you do for a living, hmm? We get a lot of travelers with all sorts of jobs out here, and I'm always curious to see what people do. I think the most interesting one we've had so far was a beetle-catcher. He caught all manner of bugs and sold them to mages to use as potion equipment. He brought with him a pet beetle, you should have seen it! It was the size of a pumpkin, and bright blue. It ate an entire head of lettuce as easily as you or I would eat a cookie." Both her brows jumped high at the mention of the large beetle. She'd never seen such a thing. She takes a moment to take another drink before responding. "Interesting, indeed. Meet all sorts of people each day. Myself? Ah, I go where I please really. No real way of life or settled living - I make coin through odd jobs or hunting. I keep to myself usually - safer that way," she adds with a subtle chuckle - playing off the fact despite how deep down it was bothersome. Feeling a little more relaxed, she shrugs off the crossbow from her shoulder and places it at her feet against the bar. "I just do what I can, what I will. Haven't found anything to tie me down in quite some time." |
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 25, 2017 10:58:14 GMT -8
The bartender polished a glass as he listened. After a moment, he replied.
"I've always wondered what it would be like to live a wanderer's life. Just roaming the land, not tied down with any responsibilities...I guess it just wasn't meant for me, huh? I've been a dairy farmer my whole life, living safely and sensibly...I used to want to adventure, but it's far too late for that. Besides, I've got a good setup here. I suppose I shouldn't complain, really. Still, I'd say you should keep on going the way you're going and don't let anything slow you down until you're good and ready."
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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 25, 2017 22:27:44 GMT -8
The door was unlocked. Sasha had just slipped inside when she stopped, stiffening at a whisper in her ear. She turned, but knew already that she'd find no one. Hm. It was a spell then, that her own hadn't caught onto. Hers either hadn't been specific enough... or hadn't been sophisticated enough.
Still, she could sense the magically locked door on the floor, and also -- she had no idea what that voice was talking about. It had only been a few hours since she'd last spoken to Regal, and she didn't consider that he'd be back considering he'd said his journey would take at least 6 days.
Her steps concealed to silence, she slunk into the back of the tavern, the hair standing up on the back of her neck as she realized that someone... someone must be watching her. But the whisper hadn't sounded like Daryl or Charlotte. Someone else then? She wasn't sure if they'd be alerted. Half of her brain ran though reasons she could lie and give as to why she'd come in this way in case she was caught. The other half of her ran through her own brawling techniques, unless it came to that, as well as back-up spells she could fire off to gain her time for escape.
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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 26, 2017 4:30:59 GMT -8
... Of all the strange things that has seemed to happen to Regal he could likely count that man for three of the top five...
He began tying the eye patch as he spoke. " We should probably leave Cully, I doubt anyone would believe why were here, let alone how we got here..." Well, that might not exactly have been true, the Bar keep had seemed to know about the masked salesmen pretty well, he might buy his plight. " We will have to figure out something about your home as well Mr. Cully." Regal said getting up to leave.
"Let's be on our way, I think the back door is this way." Regal said leading The grounds keeper.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 26, 2017 9:39:10 GMT -8
If Sasha thought about it, the mysterious voice would be rather familiar. She'd heard it before, earlier that day in fact. She wouldn't have much time to contemplate this, however, as footsteps approached. Regal and Cully unknowingly headed towards her, heading for the back door. As he followed Regal, cully asked:
"So...what's it like losing an eye, Regal? You didn't scream in pain or anything. Are you going to try to get it replaced?"
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Registered: Oct 31, 2024 16:32:53 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2017 23:50:38 GMT -8
The bartender polished a glass as he listened. After a moment, he replied. "I've always wondered what it would be like to live a wanderer's life. Just roaming the land, not tied down with any responsibilities...I guess it just wasn't meant for me, huh? I've been a dairy farmer my whole life, living safely and sensibly...I used to want to adventure, but it's far too late for that. Besides, I've got a good setup here. I suppose I shouldn't complain, really. Still, I'd say you should keep on going the way you're going and don't let anything slow you down until you're good and ready." Kiera gently shakes her head at the remarks, enjoying the remainder of her glass a little more slowly now. "Don't take this simple, settled life for granted - I've tried it before myself. It just doesn't work for me like I would like - it's easier for someone like me to continue moving. But there's something nice and enjoyable in routine - especially with something like this," she replies with a gesture of her hand indicating the bar. "Something you've built and work yourself for your livelihood. It's a good thing." |
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 28, 2017 17:57:04 GMT -8
The barkeep chuckled, nodding.
"Yes, I suppose. Still, it's good to know what's going to happen each and every day. And besides, enough adventurers come by that I hear enough stories to keep me going for years and years. It's all the tales of adventure, without the danger of actually doing it myself. I could write a book of all the stories I've been told over the years. Of course, a lot of them are probably exaggerated...still, it's good stuff."
Glancing down at her glass, he added:
"Would you like another glass, or will that be all?"
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Registered: Oct 31, 2024 16:32:53 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 18:06:26 GMT -8
She glanced down to her glass when it was mentioned, and a wry smile tugs at her lips. That was a good question, actually. And it was clear she was debating it on her expression.
"Mmm... what do you think? I daresay, you've got me at a point of uncertainty. Then again, I have to ask - do you offer any particular foods here in addition to this?" she inquires, tapping the rim of her now empty glass.
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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 28, 2017 20:30:23 GMT -8
Sasha paused. She recognized one of the voices, Regal Al'nin Withernorth, and while she wasn't adverse to meeting up with him again (preferably in better circumstances) she didn't want to meet up with him now. She didn't really know him from Adam, and part of being unseen was being, well, unseen. She dipped to the left, down a back hallway, and hopefully out of sight and closer toward that magically locked thing. The fine hairs on the back of her neck were still standing on end, remembering that voice that had seemed to echo in... her mind? Or perhaps others might have heard it, too...? |
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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 29, 2017 14:23:39 GMT -8
Regal shook his head. " Didn't hurt...I'm guessing he used some sort of magic...Felt unpleasant though." He explained. "of course I want to get my eye back, but we won't find what we're after here." He said leading the way, right past Sasha Pierce. Had he been looking for someone, or expected anyone he might have noticed her, but with his night vision cut in half he looked right past her. "We need to find someplace to stay Cully, at least for the night.." Regal said opening the back door. (ooc: Strangers and Travelers ) |
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 29, 2017 19:08:31 GMT -8
She glanced down to her glass when it was mentioned, and a wry smile tugs at her lips. That was a good question, actually. And it was clear she was debating it on her expression. "Mmm... what do you think? I daresay, you've got me at a point of uncertainty. Then again, I have to ask - do you offer any particular foods here in addition to this?" she inquires, tapping the rim of her now empty glass. "Why, of course!" The bartender gestured to his wife, who was carrying a large platter filled with cheesecakes of various flavors. They all looked very fresh, and seemed to be glistening with sugar. "We've got plain cheesecake, raspberry, caramel, toffee, chocolate, strawberry...all sorts. If you're not in the mood for sweet things, we've also got various cheeses and buttermilk pancakes. Can I interest you in any of those?" |
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