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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 11:32:55 GMT -8
Common ground for any citizen of Airedale - the city central marketplace. |
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Royal Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 1,339 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 9, 2017 21:06:43 GMT -8
Roy wandered the bazaar, looking for candy-sellers. He had plenty of chocolate in his pockets, of course, but was always interested to see what sort of sweets the locals had in store. He also kept an eye out for anything interesting being sold. What sort of things did vampires and other frightening things buy in markets? Roy didn't really know. He usually bought turnips and other vegetables for soup, and black puddings at the butcher shop...but then again, he wasn't exactly a typical vampire.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 21:34:51 GMT -8
Roy would find that the bazaar had quite a bit to offer - average things from farmer goods and artistan crafts to more intricate and valuable trinkets. There were a couple of sweets vendors here and there, but of course the odd salesman that was just... creepy. And his wares creepier. And the people? Varying greatly. There were all sorts of people wandering the market - vampires and werewolves and undead and imps and goblins and ogres, even some very offensive-looking breeds of harpies and aggressive minotaurs that walked and spoke rather tame. Humans and Elves wandered, but every single one bore a heavy shackle collar of some sort around the neck and kept their heads down as they quickly followed after something else. But the people wandered and bustled about, and vendors shouted out to push their wares - seemingly normal.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 10, 2017 16:09:32 GMT -8
Roy walked through the crowd, head on a swivel. What was this place? Vampires and skeletons, goblins and gremlins, monsters and beasts...They all wandered about in broad daylight, but the elves and humans were in chains. Why were they bound? Surely they couldn't all be criminals. Poor people. He hoped that they'd be treated nicely, but he doubted that. Heading over to the sweets seller, he leaned over the candied eyeballs to whisper:
"Excuse me, sir...why are those people in chains? What have they done?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2017 22:38:46 GMT -8
The cyclops looming in his stall of sugary and baked sweets would blink the lonesome eye at the boy upon the question, casting his sight then around to the people wandering the market. The only thing that stood out were the slaves and servants, which was normal for him. But it was clear this kid in front of him wasn't from around here - and very new to Airedale. Probably to Helmfirth, in general.
"... well, they're humans. Elves. It's their place." Considering this WAS the norm for the beast, he wasn't quite sure how to explain further. This was just how things were. Granted, he would've killed to have a hand or two around his shop in the Midway but he didn't make that kind of money to buy a slave from the Warden.
Maybe he should brave going to the Scourge. Had to be cheaper, right? Then again the place was dangerous so... Nah. He'd be okay. Maybe one day he'd earn enough. He focus on restocking the supply on the shelves of his little stall.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 12, 2017 16:57:01 GMT -8
Roy glanced back at the shackled captives, then towards the cyclops once more. He stared, puzzled. Their place? What kind of city was this?
"What do you mean it's their place? They just look like ordinary humans and elves. What if they're nice people, with families and children at home? Where I'm from, we don't just lock up ordinary people like that for no reason. My cousin's human, after all. All of them are. Where do those guys come from, anyway? Did they just wander in accidentally? Also, do you have any chocolate? I like chocolate."
He glanced around the stall, looking for his favorite sweet treat. In absence of chocolate, he just gravitated towards anything that looked familiar.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2017 22:40:37 GMT -8
This kid was something else - before the stall keep could try to answer a question, the boy was shooting off another! The single eye lidded part-way, as a clear indicator that he was becoming annoyed. He waited until he went quiet and then a second more before pointing out a glass jar filled with chocolate pieces that seemed to have been broken off a brick of the stuff - though the rich dark brown was laced with a dark red color in bits and streaks like a mix, something the cyclops knew as a Death Pepper. It made the chocolate hot and hard enough to kick a man like liquor, but damn if it didn't make for a great spicy sweet combination.
"You askin' way too many question, kid. Look, I'll just say it like this - you and me? We middle and low class. Workin' for a living, and can't afford one," he replies, jutting a fat thumb towards an Elven male with his wrists in cuffs but no binding chains as he trailed off after a bulking minotaur. "And them, they's beneath us. Servants, slaves, whatever you wanna call 'em. Yeah, they have families if their owners permit it. That's up to them. Now, what else you want?"
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Aleister Crowley
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Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 352
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Registered: May 7, 2017 7:49:10 GMT -8
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Post by Aleister Crowley on Jul 13, 2017 14:55:05 GMT -8
Aleister found himself, as he did on a semi-regular basis, walking amongst the crowds in the Airedale central bazaar - except he didn't walk amongst the crowds, at least not in the same way everyone else in the area did. Others had to push through crowds, tightly-packed beings moving fluidly through the different choke points of stands and alleyways, but Aleister didn't. The crowds parted for him, moving around him as if he were a rock in the middle of a flowing river. He didn't get a terribly wide berth, as giving him much more than an arm's length was impossible in places, but no one walked close enough to him that he could reach out and touch them. An arm's length at all times, and few looked directly at him, making a point to be looking elsewhere as he strolled like a man without a care in the world.
The necromancer approached Royal Fletcher from behind as he stood at the confectioner's stall, having taken interest in the rather odd conversation.
"Please!" Aleister said loudly and curtly, nearly cutting the owner of the stand off. "As a proprietor of a business that sells such sweet confections, surely you can see the value of the use of a bit of sugar in all of your interactions with the public - especially a member of the public so new to us here. Please, sir, if you would - procure with care whatever the boy would like. Send the bill to the care of myself. Laurence will see to it at the Spire."
After Aleister's first curt correction, he spoke politely and calmly. The last bit about sending the aristocrat the bill.. would never happen. Aleister didn't pay for confections. In fact, Aleister didn't pay for anything from this class of citizen. No one would ever come to collect directly from a member of the aristocracy, and particularly not Aleister. It was simply the necromancer's 'polite' way of telling the confectioner he should not expect payment from the boy.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 13, 2017 18:00:41 GMT -8
Slaves? Owners? Roy's head spun with the new revelations. Why were they all slaves? How had he wandered into a place where ordinary people were kept as slaves, and where everyone else was ok with it? He glanced over at the chocolate, wondering what the reddish streaks were. Raspberry filling, maybe? His uncle made raspberry chocolates sometimes. He was about to inquire about it, but was halted by the arrival of the noble.
"Oh! Thank you, sir! You're very generous. Um...could I get a bag of those chocolates, please? Just a small one, though. If you have any cookies, I'll take a few of those as well."
Roy didn't want to impose on the man's generosity, and so kept his order small. Turning to the man, he added:
"Thank you for your kindness, sir! Um...what's your name? I'm Roy, I'm new here. Er...if I may ask, why are ordinary people enslaved here? It's awfully different from back where I'm from..."
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Aleister Crowley
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Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 352
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Registered: May 7, 2017 7:49:10 GMT -8
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Post by Aleister Crowley on Jul 14, 2017 3:39:06 GMT -8
A bit of a smile crossed Aleister's lips as Roy fired off more questions.
"What an amusing child." he said, looking at Royal, and then back at the proprietor of the stall. After Roy had received his package of snacks, Aleister would turn his attention back to the boy.
"I am pleased to meet you Roy. My name is Aleister Crowley of the Helmfirth Aristocracy - ruling body over all of Helmfirth." Aleister's smile continued as he spoke. "Perhaps you would be agreeable to continuing our conversation in a place a bit less crowded? I know of a little place uptown that serves hot food, and I would imagine you must be hungry if you have traveled so far to visit us here in Helmfirth."
Aleister turned and motioned back down the street the way he had come.
"I have a little carriage waiting at the end of the block. It will save us the walk."
The aristocrat turned, and began walking back towards the carriage as if he already knew Roy would walk with him. Roy had, after all, accepted Aleister's hospitality up until this point, and would likely have no reason to stop at present. If Roy did indeed choose to walk with Aleister, he could undoubtedly notice the spread of the sea of people, moving around the pair of them.
As Aleister neared the end of the block, a black carriage pulled by - what at one time may have been - a horse would come into view. The driver would wordlessly get down from him his seat atop the black carriage, and open the door. If Roy was observant, he might have seen another female, disfigured and grotesque standing a step or two behind the carriage, doing nothing more than standing almost completely still - looking on.
"After you, please." Aleister said, motioning Roy inside of the carriage. |
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 14, 2017 16:21:29 GMT -8
Into the carriage? Roy hesitated, nervous. His grandmother had always told him not to get into carriages with strangers, especially ones offering candy. This strange man had bought him candy, and was now telling him to get into the carriage. Should he go? Part of him thought that he shouldn't...but then again, the man was a member of the ruling class. If there was somewhere safe to be in this spooky city, wouldn't it be right next to a lord? Besides, it was always good to have friends in a new place, and a lord would certainly be able to answer all his questions. He followed the man, smiling brightly at him.
"Thank you, Mr. Crowley! I suppose some food would be nice. I've traveled an awfully long way from home, after all."
He glanced briefly at the driver and the disfigured woman, but looked away just as fast. They worried him. Everything in this city worried him, in fact. Including the chocolate.
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Aleister Crowley
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Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 352
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Registered: May 7, 2017 7:49:10 GMT -8
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Post by Aleister Crowley on Jul 14, 2017 16:57:04 GMT -8
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Grandma
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Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Jul 27, 2017 7:54:46 GMT -8
Grandma entered the central marketplace to find a surprisingly wide assortment of creatures wandering around. It seemed the rumors she’d heard hadn’t been exaggerating at the variety of creatures that did business in this city. There was also a slave trade going on here, mostly humans and elves from what she could see. That could prove potentially useful to her in the future if she needed a few extra warm bodies...
Heading towards the nearest stalls, Grandma searched around to see if there were any that sold old artifacts or knick knacks. The old woman continued to hold onto some magic, suppressing it so others with a magical disposition would have difficulty detecting it. This place wasn’t exactly safe and preparing some magic was the least she could do to ready herself for a less than ideal situation arising.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 27, 2017 20:18:08 GMT -8
Roy ran through the bazaar, fleeing for his life. He glanced back, praying that the awful lords and ladies of Helmfirth weren't running after him. They'd dismissed him, but who was to say that they weren't just toying with him like a cat who let the mouse go? He hurried past the candy seller, and nearly ran into a crooked old lady wrapped up in a robe. He paused for a moment to make sure she was ok, before continuing his flight.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry! Are you alright? I wasn't looking where I was going..."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Jul 28, 2017 11:17:06 GMT -8
Grandma stumbled back slightly as Roy nearly ran into her, steadying herself with her cane to keep upright. That was unusual, no one else she’d seen seemed to be in quite such a hurry as this person. Turning his gaze on Roy, that’s when she noticed something, she had seen this boy before. She had run into Roy Fletcher of all people! What on earth was he doing here in Airedale of all places? Hand shooting out, Grandma grabbed Roy’s wrist in a firm although not quite painful grip.
“Roy Fletcher, what on earth are you doing in a city like this? You might not be able to tell due to my cloak, but it’s Grandma from the Midnight Sun. Did you get yourself into some trouble? You look quite distressed, my vampiric friend.”
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 28, 2017 21:29:29 GMT -8
Roy stopped, terrified, as the old woman grabbed his wrist. However, his fear was replaced with relief and confusion as he recognized the voice. Grandma! What was such a nice old lady doing in a place like this? He took a deep breath, calming himself. He had to help her escape this awful place before she got enslaved!
"Grandma! What are you doing here? Quickly, we have to escape we still can. They enslave humans here, put them in chains and do awful things do them. They're cruel and heartless, and they were just a hair's breadth away from doing the same to me! I'm running away, and you should too. Come on, Grandma. They'll put you in shackles and sell you off! We have to go home. I came here because I thought it might be nice, but it isn't nice at all. It's terrible!"
He tugged at her, urging her to come with him.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Jul 29, 2017 10:00:55 GMT -8
Grandma watched Roy as he pleaded with her to leave the city, although her expression wasn’t visible to him due to her hood. The young vampire seemed even more flustered than usual. It seemed he hadn’t managed to grow a backbone in the time since they’d been apart, a shame. She still held out hope for him, however, he had all the time in the world to toughen up.
“Don’t be silly my boy, I wouldn’t be so careless as to allow myself to be put into slavery. You’re a vampire, however. From what I can tell, vampires seem fairly high ranking in terms of social status here. Why on earth then did someone attempt to take you as a slave? Who tried to enslave you and where?”
The old woman stood firm against Roy’s tug, clearly wanting him to answer her questions before she would consider following him.
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