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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 13, 2018 15:20:33 GMT -8
The girl turned, looking up in confusion when Jun pointed. The distraction allowed her to flick the little enchanted seed straight into Keph's forehead, and the flower began to grow. At first it seemed as though the spell worked, and Keph's bunny ears would shrink away to nothing. However, the flower continued to grow, even after the ears were gone. Vines began to sprout from the seed, wrapping around Keph and the girl and tying them even closer together. The girl gasped as she realized what happened, but was unable to escape.
"Oh my goodness, what did she do to you? Where are you ears, Bunny-rabbit? What sort of awful spell are you casting on us, you witch? Let me go! Let me go!"
She struggled against the vines, but her efforts served only to topple the pair down onto the ground. The girl landed heavily on top of Keph, and while not heavy, would definitely be uncomfortable. Clearly, her lighter-than-air dance had been temporary. Up from Keph's head, the flower would morph, growing sharp teeth and shaping itself into a menacing flytrap the size of a dinner plate. It snapped and bit at the comatose Blackbean, but was just out of reach. A heavy, overpowering scent of lavender began to permeate the area.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on May 14, 2018 6:50:01 GMT -8
Jun gave a self-satisfied smirk that quickly fell into a disheartened stare. The vine was supposed to stop growing once it absorbed the spell's main effect, but instead it was still growing... and growing, and growing.
"Huh... this species of plant doesn't usually get this big. The rabbit ear spell must have been cast with powerful magic. ACK! IT TYPICALLY DOESN'T GROW TEETH EITHER!"
She walked up to the toppled pair. "Yo! Hey! Uh, vine! Chill buddy!" When it snapped towards Blackbean, Jun's hand darted out like lightning and smacked the fly trap straight on its waxy cellulose head. "Hey! NO! Bad plant!" Once again Jun had been forced into the role of angry parent.
"Uh, sorry guys, this thing shouldn't be getting that big. My magic is really wonky in this land. I hope it wasn't those cookies I ate." After getting Blackbean to a safe distance, Jun backed off and attempted to telekinetically removed the plant. She would start at the tip of the vines, where an unseen force would gently uncoil it. She didn't want to harm the plant. It was her child after all. But she would continue to psionically uncoil it until it loosened, to where she could sort of pop it off and lift it into the air in big bubble.
She also would ask the guard, "By the way, I noticed instead of a weapon you have a weird doll thing. Are you a spell caster of some kind too?"
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on May 22, 2018 21:31:49 GMT -8
Keph just couldn't be happy for a minute, could he? Today was definitely not his day, while the ears were gone, yet something far worse was replacing them. The little tap on the head Jun gave him caused some odd flower to pop up on his head, while this alone was upsetting enough as the bunny ears had been quite the annoying head ornament, the flower sternly refused to cease growing! It just kept going and going! No, he had enough of this! The young hunter reached for his blade, he had no idea if this was going to hurt, but he was fully committed to chopping this thing to pieces! Sadly, he'd only have enough time to grab the handle of his short sword before the flower's vines suddenly wrapped around him and the crazy girl. Gah! Everything was just getting worse and worse with no end in sight.
It was pretty bothersome to be this close to her again, cheeks up against each other, her heartbeat being felt through his chest and all that. Yet, he was still concentrating on first of all staying standing. The lad's balance was surprisingly good for someone that keeps falling out of trees, so he managed to keep both of them on their feet for a while, next up would've been deciding how to get out of this problem, yet sadly the crazy girl's struggles would just end up causing both of them to fall.
He groaned when he felt her weight drop onto him - he definitely wasn't going to get out of there without any help! The vines were making it difficult to see what was going on, he could only hope Jun would be able to assist them. Her voice appeared to imply that everything was going to be fine, but she was always so casual about everything, even though not taking things with the slightest amount of caution is what got them into this mess, to begin with!
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 24, 2018 11:37:56 GMT -8
Jun would find her magical manipulation of the vines to be somewhat challenging, as her spells proved hard to control. Her telekinesis felt like she was reaching through molasses, slow and unwieldy. The tendrils squirmed and flailed out of her grasp as well, causing the whole process to take much longer than it should have. Meanwhile, as the pair laid strapped together on the ground, the girl seemed to realize exactly how close she was to Keph. Her face flushed bright red, and she leaned forward to kiss him once more before stopping short. She bit her lip for a moment, then shook her head.
"Wait, bunny-rabbit...we'll have to wait until you can get your ears back. It's just not the same without them. I'm really sorry, but it shouldn't be too hard to find someone who can restore your ears..."
As Jun continued her slow and meticulous unraveling of the vines, the guard scratched his head at her question. He frowned, glancing down at his hip to the little painted doll.
"Instead of a weapon? I've got my weapon right here...I'm no spellcaster, I'm just a guard. You haven't ever seen a weapon before? It's-"
He stopped, looking down at the girl on the ground and frowning. Kneeling down beside the pair, he peered into her eyes, causing her to squirm and try to look away.
"Say, young lady...you haven't had any candy recently, have you? Or anything sweet at all?"
The girl shook her head desperately, but refused to meet his gaze.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on May 27, 2018 17:36:09 GMT -8
Jun felt an odd surge of determination when the strange girl leaned in for a kiss. Her face slightly red, she reached her hands out with increased fervor, her hair and clothing billowing with movement as she released more of her mana. She was going to pry this thing off if it was the last thing she did.
And then this little harlot had the nerve to talk about restoring his ears! After all the trouble she just went through! She exerted even more mana.
"If you... don't start... calling him... by his... proper name... which is Keph... by the way... in case you didn't know... my fist... is going to... restore... your face!"
The fact that her threat made no logistical sense notwithstanding, she was exerting enough power to raise a castle's drawbridge. If her new pet didn't yield to her now, it wouldn't yield to anything.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Jun 3, 2018 18:42:18 GMT -8
Oh no. Oh no no no. Keph leaned his head back; not with the kissing again! The young lad went crimson as the crazy girl again tried to forcibly come onto him, the vines keeping him locked in place, but he appeared to be getting some of that good ol' luck back as the lack of bunny ears appeared to dissuade her from her attempt! No, it couldn't be the lack of bunny ears - he convinced himself that he was far too handsome for the lack of such a thing to push someone away, it was clearly the addition of those vines now growing from his head, which was honestly far more disturbing than the ears. Yet, as much as the present situation still got on his nerves, it was far better than when she appeared to be unable to leave him alone.
Keph could, for now, breathe a little easier, or at least he thought he could, yet soon enough the hairs began standing on the back of his neck. Jun looked really mad, he was a bit disappointed that even now she was unable to say anything that at all made her sound threatening... buuut it was nice to see that she could act threatening when it was needed - after all, for the brief time they've known each other she'd always been so casual. If he weren't a mute, he'd be yelling at her to smash the girl's lights out - she deserved it for all her misdoings! Yet, just sitting their uselessly as Jun acted as his hero would have to suffice.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jun 12, 2018 20:12:38 GMT -8
Jun's feverish rush of energy had the desired effect, forcing through the distortion in the magic. Slowly but surely, the twisting vines began to bend back under her magical assault, gradually loosening enough to free Keph from his assailant. After several agonizingly slow minutes, Jun would be able to lift the squirming plant up into the air and trap it in her bubble, which hovered safely above the little group. The vine writhed and thrashed inside its prison, but was unable to escape. After a moment, it settled down, curling up at the bottom of the bubble and seemingly accepting its fate. It seemed that Jun had acquired a new pet, somewhat more active than the comatose Blackbean.
The girl got to her feet slowly, brushing the dirt off herself and squinting up at the sky. Heavy black storm clouds were approaching fast, and would likely be upon the group within minutes. If Jun or Keph looked closely, they might see something large and somewhat cubic flying around with the storm, riding at the edge of the cloud. At this distance, it was almost impossible to gauge the exact size, but it certainly seemed to be of substantial heft.
"What is that?" asked the girl, squinting up at the cloud. "Do you see that, Bunny-Rabbit? I've never seen anything quite like it."
The guard, meanwhile, looked very concerned indeed. He ushered the other three forward, glancing back over his shoulder at the approaching storm.
"Come along, you people...we really must seek shelter. I don't like the looks of that storm at all. Not one bit."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jun 14, 2018 8:03:09 GMT -8
*Pant, pant, pant*
*Pant, pant, pant*
"I hereby deem you shall be named... Mr. Carrot."
*Pant, pant, pant*
Jun collapsed on her butt and started stroking the back of Blackbean's head. With her powers only a fraction of what she was used to, she was beginning to find this world frustrating.
She wiped her brow, then she started removing her robe. The air seemed to become uncomfortably humid. Underneath she wore some simple black slacks and a white cotton shirt. She took her robe and wiped off a bit more sweat.
Keph might notice several minute scars dotting her bare arms for the first time.
She looked in the direction of the storm and the strange cube. "Ugh, well, if you don't know what it is then we are in trouble because I definitely don't know what it is." She strained her brow, trying to refer back to her grandmother's stories or the books in the Enclave or Isran library. When it was decided that it was time to leave, she reluctantly sat up. "Sounds like a plan." With Blackbean under one arm and her robes under the other, she followed the guard's lead.
"You too Mr. Carrot." With a hand gesture the psionic bubble containing her new pet followed along with her.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Jun 25, 2018 21:21:17 GMT -8
Oh thank the heavens; the girl was no longer on him and the vines no longer tightening around him! Keph patted his chest and took a few, quick, deep breathes as he enjoyed his freedom from the flora oppressor. Oh hells, now that he had found Jun they could both finally escape the wretched nightmare that this hunting trip had become! Wait... Keph squinted his eyes as a shadow started forming over him - was the day suddenly getting darker? His eyes turned to the girl as she mentioned clouds - those were definitely clouds... and was that a box flying up high?
Did that guard just mention... shelter? Along with her while he's still in this place?! He didn't like the sound of that one bit. He'd just gained his freedom and already it sounded like he was about to be bound, once more. With a heavy sigh, Keph got back on his feet and walked towards Jun. He gave out his hand to help his saviour back onto his feet and would simply greet her with a quick hug once she was no longer on her arse.
Well, it looked like it was time they got on the move. He looked back at the sky, once more and gave the cloud an inappropriate gesture (trying to do so when no one was looking, of course, that'd just be rude) and followed the rest of the group. Damn cloud, prolonging this already horrid day.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jun 27, 2018 20:36:23 GMT -8
The guard led the small group down the road, glancing hurriedly up over his shoulder at the ever-gaining storm. A few minutes later, he ducked off the main road into an abandoned tavern. Gesturing for the others to come inside, he quickly slammed the door behind them and peeked out the window, watching the sky nervously as it darkened with clouds. Taking a furtive glance towards the guard to make sure he wasn't looking, the girl reached into her pocket and popped a couple gumdrops into her mouth, chewing quickly and swallowing with an audible gulp. She let out a long sigh, swaying gently before wandering off into the tavern to lie back on the bar. Blackbean was still unconscious, although he seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Mr. Carrot twitched unhappily in his bubble, pushing against the sides with an agitated tendril every now and again.
The storm approached quickly, gaining speed and intensity at an alarming rate. It seemed impossible for any natural storm to whip up so quickly, but so many other things were strange here that it hardly seemed out of place. As they watched, the wind picked up, howling as it bent the trees and knocked branches to the ground. As it got closer, the storm became a whirlwind, tearing through the forest as it hurdled towards the tavern where the group was hiding. The odd box that had been flying in the storm seemed to be caught up in the whirlwind, spinning around and around at a dizzying velocity. Now that it was closer, it was clear to see exactly how large it was. It seemed to be house-sized, but it was moving so quickly that it was impossible to tell what it was. However, when the whirlwind was close enough to the tavern to rattle the shutters, it stopped. The wind ceased suddenly, and the storm vanished as quickly as it had come. The thing fell to the earth with a ground-shaking thump, and any curious eyes peeking out would see that it appeared to be a small cottage. A young woman, perhaps in her late teens or early twenties, stood on the rooftop with her arms crossed. She wore a blue-and-white dress and a black pointed hat with a wide brim. Reddish-brown pigtails fell down over her shoulders, the oddly youthful style contrasting with her dramatic entrance. The guard gasped, ducking down away from the window and turning to Jun and Keph.
"That's Dottie, the Great Eastern Witch! How did she break our lines already? What's she doing so far in Heartland territory? They say she killed her predecessor and stole her-"
His words were cut off by the magically amplified voice of the witch, booming through the tavern and frightening birds from the trees. The voice was cold, with a noticeable tremble of barely-controlled anger.
"ALICIA! WHERE ARE MY BOOTS? BRING THEM TO ME, BEFORE I BURN THIS FOREST TO THE GROUND AND DESTROY ALL OF YOUR PRECIOUS WOODLAND FRIENDS!"
At the sound of the voice, the girl lying on the bar looked up. Her eyes were dazed and unfocused, with the barest glimmer of recognition.
"Hmm," she murmured. "Who's calling...oh, no bother. It's so curious..."
She pulled a small macaron from her pocket, biting into it and letting out a murmur of delight as she fell back against the bar.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jul 3, 2018 22:16:21 GMT -8
Jun allowed herself to be led to the abandoned bar. As she trotted along, she periodically stole glances back at the cube-shaped object in the sky. An alternate reality, her powers limited, strange little girls addicted to candy, these events seemed to have harkened back to tails of other-worldly dimensions filled with eldritch abominations, the sorts of legends one could find only in the deepest recesses of Isra's library or the Guardian Tower. What could that cube be? A tesseract? Some great deity unable to manifest in a form humans could comprehend? Some great cosmic nothing hell-bent on consuming anything that didn't subscribe to its ideation of perfectly formed geometric figures?!
... It was a cottage.
Huh.
Jun quickly hid Blackbean on a shelf behind the bar and then turned to face the door, gathering what little energy she could muster in her chest. She positioned herself off to the side so she could still crane her neck to see out the window, but still remain largely out of line of sight. Although she would rather not be spotted, she wouldn't go down without a fight, even if she was only a fraction as powerful as she was used to. As she passed by the front of the bar to get into defensive position, she noticed once again that "Alicia" was consuming a confection, something which, now that she remembered, the guard did not seem pleased with. She cringed as the witch's booming voice rocked her eardrums. Oh she really dreaded having to fight this crazy spell caster. Hopefully, a more diplomatic solution would present itself...
"... Boots." She whispered to the guard. "I'm guessing you wanted to say boots." She gave the guard a brief flash of sympathy before leering at the cottage and balling her fists. She didn't care what Alicia had done. NOBODY would threaten ANYONE'S precious woodland friends and get away with it!
She looked back at Alicia, eyeing her boots for anything odd or magical. "So... now's maybe not the best time, but what is so bad about Alicia consuming sugar like that?" She asked the guard.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Jul 3, 2018 23:17:06 GMT -8
No more rabbit nor vines were growing out of Keph's head and that was about everything good he could list for that day, so far. Sadly, the day just didn't want to seem to end and more issues appeared to being piling up. For one, something appeared to be coming at them very, very quickly, so quickly that Keph didn't even have enough time to brace himself as what appeared to be an entire cottage slammed into the ground outside, causing the floor beneath to feet and the young hunter to land on his arse. After getting back up and giving his sore tush a quick rub, the increasingly annoyed Keph took a look out the window. Oh greaaaaat, another nutcase had just walked onto the stage! He was not going to tolerate this.
Under more 'normal' circumstances (whatever those might be) Keph would've likely been excited to get some action. After all, his mentor was some big shot heroine, so he had been dying to get to do some hero-like stuff - granted he wasn't even sure what hero-like stuff might imply, yet he was excited for it even if he didn't fit the whole lawful good bill. Yet, the day had not been kind to Keph and it went without saying that he wasn't in the best mood. Now, when Keph was irate he had a tendency to act even more reckless than usual - this would be no different.
Grumbling loudly the young ranger walked over to the tavern door and kicked it open from the inside - even when utterly pissed Keph had an odd need to add some dramatic theatrics to his actions. Now in plain sight of the witch, he paced towards her while writing something in his notebook and still grumbling. When he was about four or five feet from her (and the crumbled cottage), the young lad turned his notebook towards her, on it, in big bold letters was written:
"WHO IN THE WORLD DOES SHE THINK SHE IS?! KEPH HAS ABSOLUTELY HAD IT FOR TODAY AND HE DEFINITELY DOES NOT NEED ANOTHER NUTCASE POPPING UP AND SUDDENLY DEMANDING THINGS. HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT BOOTS SHE WANTS, BUT SHE'S NOT GETTING THEM NOR ARE ANY FORESTS GETTING BURNT! DOES SHE UNDERSTAND? SHE BETTER. NOW, TAKE HER FORSAKEN COTTAGE AND HERSELF FAR AWAY FROM HERE."
Suffice to say that Keph was livid, the young lad staring her down with tired, angry eyes while pointing upwards at the sky from whence she came.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 6, 2018 20:20:33 GMT -8
The guard stared at Jun incredulously, blinking at her for several seconds as though he thought her question to be absolutely ridiculous. It was a moment before he spoke, glancing over his shoulder out the window every few seconds.
"What's so bad? What do you mean, what's so bad? You're not one of those 'everything in moderation' people, are you? This really isn't the time to be debating the ethics of ilicit substances, ma'am. We've got much more serious matters on our hands, believe me!"
He turned away to peer back out the window at the witch, who stood on her straw rooftop with arms crossed. Her pointed, wide-brimmed hat stuck a menacing silhouette against the darkened sky as she snapped her fingers, prompting a cloud of bluejays to burst forth from the chimney and fly into the air. The swarm of birds circled for a moment before landing, surrounding her. However, before she could order them to try something nefarious, the door of the tavern banged open. Keph stepped out, and wrote his long and angry note to her. The witch squinted at the writing from her rooftop, frowning.
"What sort of man writes notes instead of speaking, hmm? And besides, what are you going to do about it? You don't seem particularly magical. I suppose you'll write me a stern letter of disapproval if I happen to do something you don't like, huh? Well, I think I can live with that, hun. You're so tiny and sweet...almost like a little bunny."
She clicked her tongue, and the bluejays flew down to Keph, clustering around him and grabbing onto his clothing. If he didn't do something to fight them off quickly, they'd begin to lift him into the air, dragging him up off the ground with a deafening roar of flutters.
Meanwhile, Alicia lay on the bartop, eyelids drooping as she slowly nodded off. Every few seconds she would seem to wake up, opening her eyes wide and propping herself up for a moment before slumping over once more. Her boots had a definite sparkle of magic about them, and were a bright ruby red.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jul 7, 2018 22:30:34 GMT -8
Jun would have been proud if she wasn't so horrified. She immediately sensed they were in big trouble if it came down to a direct confrontation with the witch. But now Keph's actions had all but made that a certainty.
She frantically looked around the room as Keph was being bombarded by blue jays. Yes, Alicia had the boots. But Jun still would have preferred having some sort of tactical advantage during negotiations. All she had was the magic-eating Mr. Carrot...
She decided it was time to pull a Keph.
She ran towards the nearest broom closet and pulled out a large broom. Then she used what little power she had gathered to drag Mr. Carrot's psionic bubble outside with her towards Keph and the witch.
"You leave him alone you wretched roof-riding rabble-rouser!" With an almighty swing, she whacked the bushy part of her broom into the psionic bubble, with the intent of batting him into the witch like a tennis ball. His bubble would defy the laws of physics just enough to hurl a sufficient distance and crash into the witch, where hopefully Mr. Carrot would start feeding off her magic in much the same way he ate the bunny ear spell.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Jul 8, 2018 22:24:23 GMT -8
Keph growled at the witch - yes, he growled at her. I mean, it worked for most animals, clearly, it should work for him, as well! Now, the witch had managed to quite easily flip a few switches in Keph's head that definitely didn't calm him down any. For one, he was certainly not "tiny and sweet" and he wasn't a damn bunny. The amount of effort that had to go into getting rid of those wretched ears had been troubling enough, but now people were just randomly calling him a bunny? He already had enough issues with that back at his village, but at least then they called him a rabbit which is leagues above a small bunny. Second of all, who was she to criticise him for writing? He couldn't speak, what was it to her? Lastly, he might not be the most magically apt but Jun was teaching him and he had Rara!
As he listed off in his head the reasons as to why the witch's beating was going to be well-deserved, birds suddenly began to surround him - ha, he'd show her what he could do! As a few of those pesky bluejays started grabbing onto his clothes, Keph immediately grabbed his dagger with his left hand and hastily began stabbing at the birds gripping his right sleeve, he'd keep this up for as long as he could, swapping the dagger to his other hand if he were at any point immobilized. His legs violently thrashed making sure to give those damn bluejays as hard of a time as he could! Calling HIM short and sweet?! The nerve! He could probably beat her up with his hands tied behind her back!
Still, there were quite a few bluejays. Keph let out a good ol' warcry and as valiant of a warrior as he was he was strongly outnumbered by the flock, to the point that he was considering letting his magic-hungry patron take over from here. Luckily, as he was considering this Jun's psionically trapped abomination flew right past him and towards the witch all the while she yelled something that he didn't quite hear but that he was certain must've been as witty as usual.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 16, 2018 19:52:37 GMT -8
Keph's growl elicited a chuckle from the witch, who apparently found it amusing. However, the smirk vanished as his flurry of slashes and stabs sent several bluejays flopping down to the ground. He killed enough birds to prevent being carried off, but would likely be unable to escape a whirlwind of painful pecking. The cacophony of chirps and screeches were deafening, although not to the degree that the bell spiders had been. As they whirled around him, jabbing and biting at any bit of exposed skin they could get their pointy little beaks on. Still, his knife kept them at bay enough to keep his feet on the ground, at least.
As her birds attacked Keph, the witch tapped her foot impatiently and waited for him to tire under the seemingly endless swarm. However, a moment later, Jun's alliterative outburst interrupted her boredom. A magical plant, thrashing and flailing within its bubble, came flying out of nowhere towards her face. Eyes growing wide with shock, she stepped back on the roof. A bucket of water materialized in her hands with a puff of smoke, and she flung the water right over the unfortunate Mr. Carrot. As the water splashed over the poor plant, its leaves and tendrils would begin to melt. It fell to the rooftop, flopping and flailing as it slowly began to drip down the roof. The green fluid splashed and splattered, as though Mr. Carrot were still alive...just no longer in a solid state of matter.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jul 29, 2018 11:14:07 GMT -8
Some lightning quick impulse in Jun wrenched her over to Keph, as if a part of her was confident enough in Mr. Carrot's abilities that she felt she could now focus on getting the birds off of him without killing them. She knew Keph was acting in self-defense and had every right to strike the menaces down, but it was still a regrettable outcome. She hoped that by bashing the birds away with her broom, she'd abate their barrage with its relatively benign bristles, saving Keph while also sparing the birds the taste of Keph's vengeful steel.
She whacked at the birds furiously, but then out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mr. Carrot weaken, its form falling apart like wet paper, and then its corpse slither off the roof and onto the ground with a splat. A pang of guilt stabbed her heart, but with all the adrenaline flowing through her, that guilt only served to enrage her more.
"What do you want you... whatever the hell I called you before because I'm too mad to remember!?" She scolded the witch at the top of her lungs, while occasionally bashing more of Keph's avian assailants away.
Jun wasn't able to register the fact that Mr. Carrot was still alive, still clinging on to existence with valiant gurgling. Apparently, the witch's spell was able to bypass the psionic bubble and incapacitate Mr. Carrot quite easily...
... Or was it? After all, wasn't Mr. Carrot born of a plant that was capable of eating magic? Would Mr. Carrot remain a puddle of pea soup sludge? Or would its form slowly begin to absorb the magic of the spell, surreptitiously reforming itself into a sentient vine underneath all the chaos of the current events, and perhaps seek vengeance on she who dared liquify the mighty Mr. Carrot?
(Find out on the next episode...)
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Aug 9, 2018 18:04:22 GMT -8
Keph frantically swung his knife around, unable to truly take any aimed swings as he covered his face with his other arm. It was a bit more of a priority to him to keep as much as he could out of the reach of the birds - especially his face and neck as that would really hurt! Sadly, he could do little to protect himself in his entirety, his hands getting a few shallow cuts as the birds relentlessly attacked him!
However, it seemed he was lucky enough to have Jun come to his rescue for the second time in the day! He could somewhat hear her over the incessant squawking! Occasionally, he could see a beam of light pouring in from outside the cloud of rampaging birds as Jun tried her best to get through the horde of little, feathery monstrosities with a mere broom! Yet, that appeared enough for an escape - granted not one decided by Keph.
The young hunter felt something wrap around his ankle and mere moments later, a strong, sudden pull had him being chucked like a ragdoll, out through the wall of sparrows and onto the dirt next to Jun. Keph landed on the dirt with a loud: "Oomph!"; whatever had thrown the young man had been concealed by the birds, but it had gotten him out of danger, for now.
Fueled by adrenaline, Keph ignored the burning pain from the cuts delivered by the beaks and the impact against the ground and got back on his feet.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Aug 19, 2018 14:44:50 GMT -8
Whether or not Mr. Carrot still possessed his insatiable hunger for magic was up for debate as the liquefied plant dripped harmlessly off the rooftop and onto the ground. There, the greenish puddle splashed and bubbled helplessly on the ground, pooling on a cobblestone in an effort to avoid seeping into the dirt. One of Jun's swings with the broom sent an unfortunate bluejay flying into the puddle of Mr. Carrot, where it splashed for a moment before flying away on green-stained wings. The witch spotted her swatting and swinging and stamped her foot in annoyance, pouting petulantly.
"What are you doing? Leave the birds alone, you horrible devil-woman you! Leave them alone, I say!"
She stomped her foot once more, and the doors and windows of the cottage burst open. Thousands upon thousands of rats spilled forth, pouring down the road towards Keph and Jun. The mysterious force that dragged Keph away managed to free him from the flock of birds (which vanished in a puff of feathers just moments later), but his diminutive frame would be nearly drowned by the frothing sea of rats as they rushed over him and towards the tavern. The rodents would take every opportunity to bite both the mage and the hunter as they passed, but they seemed more concerned about getting inside the tavern. The pair would hear a scream of terror from the guard, followed by a bang as the shutters over the windows were slammed shut. Meanwhile, over the squeaking of the rats, the witch began to cackle.
"I'll get my boots back, and you'd better believe it! I'm more powerful than before, Alicia! Wake up! Wake up and meet my new friends! I bet you'll love them. They're all on loan from a certain king..."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Aug 27, 2018 21:04:17 GMT -8
Jun was utterly flabbergasted as the furry wave descended upon them. All she could think to do was help Keph up to his feet and pull him out of the way of the rampaging rodents. This situation seemed utterly hopeless. Her powers were muted, and the witch seemed determined to have her way with this entire situation. The only tool of hers which was even remotely effective was her anti-magic seeds, which could consume magic just the same as before, although not without turning into an abomination in the process. She could probably use them against the witch if she could get close enough. But that was a big if. She could also probably throw them at her if only she had a distra-
She had an idea.
She turned in front of Keph and dusted him off like a concerned mother. But while doing so she would quickly slip some seeds into his hands, and then begin focusing what little magic she had into them.
Her magic was now painfully slow, and it would take time for the seeds to be ready to use. And even then Keph would have to figure out what to do with them. But it was the only plan she had.
She would then stand up straight, turn back to the sorceress, and start gesturing frantically as she prepared to go on the following rant:
"I'm the devil woman!? Well what does that make you you you sadistic salacious insufferable shill of a sorceress! We're just defending ourselves. You're the one using animals as weapons! I'd never do something like that... except for that one time I did when my entire homeland was in danger but that doesn't count! Why you... If we were in my world I'd beat you over the head with a light construct pair of boots the size of your cottage and then come up with some witty retort about how one size doesn't fit all after all! It would be hilarious and everyone would laugh and I'd make sure the Isran newspaper quoted it in the article which I'd be sure to bring a copy of to your prison cell and scream, HAH!"
As Jun ranted and raved, she would periodically take a step closer to the witch and try to draw her attention away from Keph. A thin, invisible stream of magic and her will would continue to power the seeds. She could do this in part because of Lum'Valia's "mind split" training, and in part because she was a woman and it was about time she put those multitasking skills to good use.
"Now I demand an explanation! Who are you? What do you plan on doing? Who is this king and how do you know Alicia? Answer me or I'll-"
She held up her broom, and then turned to look at the broom. "-well I'll probably lose catastrophically to your immense power but I'LL BET I CAN STILL GIVE YOU A REALLY NASTY BRUISE WITH THIS THING BY THROWING IT REALLY HARD AT YOU!"
She raised it up threateningly like a javelin and silently hoped beyond hope that Keph had figured out what to do with the seeds.
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