Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on Feb 11, 2019 18:11:37 GMT -8
When Lucan next looked through the trees to the caravan, he would find that the blue-clad princess was gone. Her horse was still moving forward alongside the caravan but without a rider.
The caravan continued to move forward, even having spotted the man ahead. A few curious glances were thrown around, but sensing something suspicious, the guards drew their weapons.
"Hail, stranger!" they called. "Have you lost your way? Do you need help?"
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Feb 11, 2019 18:37:17 GMT -8
She's gone! Well, this will be interesting! He thought to himself as he turned around to the guards, the bottle of rum still in his left hand and his staff on the right. He scanned the tree lines for her but with no luck. He small smile crept up on his face.
He smiled as he reapproached the guards standing 50 feet from them. He placed the bottle of rum at his feet, sealed it with a cork. "No! I thought you were!" He said cheerfully, "I'm actually going to beat the hell out of you an steal your stuff!" He laughed and put the staff and over his shoulder, to a trained fighter it looked to be a stance. "Though.. I suppose I lost my element of surprise as a highwayman.." Lucan shrugged and looked down at the bottle of rum, then back to the trees. "You know. You can all just leave and give me the stuff? We don't have to fight! Not too sure how my Uncle will take it. But who knows! Though I suppose you would all have to stay to take me out to get the bounty on my head!" Lucan scratched his head with the staff, " I suppose that's why they hired you mysterious beautiful woman wearing very fancy blue clothes! After all my uncle figured that a handful of ruffians won't be much of a challenge for me, they weren't before this. I'd even bet this shipment is a fake or stuffed with not so valuable items. Am I right ruffians?" He looked at them with an inquisitive look, with a tad of mockery thrown in. "So if you don't mind hurry up and lose so she can give me a real challenge. I do have other items to sell for more alcohol since I'm running low!" He smiled and lowered his shoulder and actually got into a stance. His drunkenness seemingly disappeared his eyes were surprisingly focused.
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on Feb 13, 2019 22:23:11 GMT -8
At first, the guards exchanged confused glances at the drunken man's proclamation. With a look behind them, they confirmed that the blue-dressed woman was indeed gone. Turning their attention back to the young sot, they began to laugh. One slid from his horse, a tall man laden with muscle. Armed with a shield and a spear, he began to approach the young man. He was slightly older than Lucan, with skin tanned like leather and flaxen hair braided into a tight topknot. He smirked, looking at his challenge fearlessly.
"You have one chance to leave now We aren't just hired hands, boy: do not take us for fools. Your life is in peril if you do not make the right choice tonight. Perhaps someone will take pity when they find you asleep on the side of the road, yeah?"
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Feb 13, 2019 22:59:19 GMT -8
Lucan broke his serious stance and made a face, "Am I not recognizable anymore?" He looked down and sighed. "Fiiiine." He stood up straight " I am Lucan Darksbane. However, you would know me as Lucan Gaius Atrius. Heir to the Atrius Merchant Empire. The very people who hired you. My Uncle is Kalen Atrius, the now head of the Merchant Empire." He cracked his neck and smirked "So if you don't mind. I'll be needing that shipment. To send a message to my Uncle or whoever is involved in my father's death." He got back into a stance, much lower this time. "Oh, and don't call me boy you goat humper." He said in a darker tone he had than before.
He began his assault by kicking the bottle of rum at the large man with the spear, and seeming in a flash Lucan was in front of the man, he swung his staff wide intending to perform a leg sweep. He followed it with a few quick strikes from the left and right of his staff. Lucan finished with an elegant neck roll of the staff and aimed to hit the guy square in the side of his head.
Lucan stood over the man scooping up the bottle of rum and taking a huge swig. "Next!" He said gleefully as he sat down on the hired hands downed companion.
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on Feb 28, 2019 17:15:34 GMT -8
Before the man even hit the ground, a faint whistle could be heard getting louder by the second. As difficult as it was to hear, it was several times harder to see: a sliver of light tearing through the air toward Lucan's neck. If he didn't do anything about it, he'd soon find his head rolling on the ground.
Landing further down the road ahead of both the caravan and Lucan was the woman in the blue dress. She held the larger fan in one hand, holding her left out to catch the other in the case that the man dodged it instead of parrying.
She grinned, twirling the fan in her fingers. "How dishonorable for a nephew to rob his own uncle. You must have some nerve."
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Mar 10, 2019 7:54:57 GMT -8
Lucan ear perked up at the curious light whistle. It was seconds later that he realized that it was a weapon, he flicked his wrist with his staff in hand he rotating in time to knock it off course sending it about ten feet ahead of him but not before cutting his neck slightly. He placed his hand on his neck, he pulled it back looking at the blood. A wide smile appeared on his face and he looked up at the woman with admiration.
"Ah. You are their protection eh?" He said regaining his stance, his form similar to those of a monk temple. "I don't want to fight you. I don't think you are part of this." He stepped over the downed fellow. He wiped his hand on the man's garb. Lucan motioned to the other men, " Most of these bastard are thugs. Bandits mostly. Rapists. Scum." He shrugged "No. The nerve is to the person responsible for killing my father and killing me. You can't be responsible for killing him because you wouldn't have missed. Am I correct?" He looked over to the cart " I'm righting wrongs. I generally sell these products to people who need it the most. I even give it away to the poor." Lucan sighed "but enough about the past. Stand with me or stand aside."
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on Apr 23, 2019 17:23:30 GMT -8
The young woman listened to the monk, and though she rose an eyebrow after learning about the shady dealings of the caravan, she flitted it away with the wave of a hand.
"What you have to say is quite interesting. Regardless, I have no proof that what you're saying is true. I also took this job so I would get paid, and getting paid is what I intend to do. If you want to change my mind, you'll have to throw me a good counter offer or beat me into submission." Her smile widened. "Not an easy feat."
With a flick of her free hand, a familiar whirring sound picked up ahead of him. The fan, which had been sitting in the dirt, hopped up into the air and flew into the woman's hand.
"Should I wait for you to do something this time or would you like me to go again?"
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Apr 23, 2019 19:07:03 GMT -8
Lucan give her a wide grin as would rotate the staff around his neck catching it on the other side, he would let out a long steady breathe as he got into a shaolin fighting stance. He would wink at her playfully following it with a blown flirty kiss. "And to think there would be a woman out there for me." he said his stance getting low. "You know.. I could always pay you." he motioned at the empty bottles back behind him "But as a man who loves a girl who can fight.. This seems more fun." he said charmingly as his eyes looked her over in interest.
He would spring into action attempting the land a strike from the left, with his staff following it up with a strike from the right. He would end it, if successful with the other attacks, with a flourish and attempt a leg sweep.
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on May 5, 2019 15:42:24 GMT -8
She doubted he could pay as much as his uncle, but there was no time for talk now: He was already advancing.
Tashi blocked the first hit by bracing her iron fan against her forearm. The weapons made a loud thock as they met, echoing through the forest. He managed to thwack her arm with the next, causing her to wince- there would certainly be a bruise in the morning- but right as the flourish came, she took a step back, watching his stance dip. Her eyebrows rose up as she jumped at him, reaching to brace against his shoulders and vault herself over his frame, fans in hand.
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on May 7, 2019 12:41:17 GMT -8
He read her jump and would flick his staff up over his staff guarding against the fans. Once she was mid vault he would push up letting her get more distance away. Once she landed behind him, he would rotate the staff around his body and turn sharply so it would reach his Other hand a smile. "Mmm. Acrobatic. I like it." He would say with a smile. He would turn his head to the other guards "You should he taking notes." He would tease them followed by a wink.
He would hold the staff above him, resting it on his shoulder "Your move darling"
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Tashi
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 20
Physical Description: Though not tall, Tashi has a lean, pear-shaped figure. Her skin has not bronzed like many of those in the steppes, but she is also not startlingly pale, either.
Her black hair is as long as her knees, normally braided or tied in a bun or topknot.
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She has sharp features, and her lips are always turned up gently in a smile.
Clothes and Equipment: Veils, hoods, cowls, and dresses are often part of Tashi's wardrobe. Baggy, but decorative trousers and shirts are worn more often during travel.
Almost permanently on her person are two fans. One is an iron fan, decorated with the pattern of a fierce bull. The other is a razor-edged throwing fan, upon with is a hummingbird.
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Registered: Dec 4, 2018 10:37:49 GMT -8
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Post by Tashi on May 9, 2019 10:36:31 GMT -8
With a smirk, the woman tossed the razor fan out to the size, letting it fly behind him in a wide arc. Eventually, at the height of its flight, it would dip back down to assail him from behind.
As soon as the fan was thrown, Tashi sprinted towards him, zooming on towards his right with the iron fan open, ready to block an attack if need be. She would be upon him at the exact moment the thrown fan became an immediate concern.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on May 23, 2019 15:05:50 GMT -8
A caravan made it way down the road that existed of four carriages -- three plain and dark, and one stately and clearly the carrier of whoever financed the small group. Lanterns hung at each corner of each carriage to light the way, and yet, the only horses -- or really any livestock at all -- were those magnificent beasts that drew the finest of the four.
Indeed, it seemed that magic propelled the other three wagons, each laden with luggage and persons meant to guard or to serve those who might be inside the more ornate carriage of the caravan.
On the wagons trotted, off on some adventure -- or perhaps returning home. There was hardly a glimpse of who might be inside the well-sprung carriage until the curtains at the window of one of the side doors opened to reveal the face of a young girl, perhaps 11 or 12, in awe of the outside world.
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on May 23, 2019 15:50:28 GMT -8
As the carriage rolled along the road, the young girl might catch sight of something moving in the woods and among the trees. A flash of white here, an odd shadow there, and an occasional glimpse of a coattail or pointy boot sticking out from behind a bush or a tree. Something or someone was out there, following the caravan. Whoever it was, keeping up with the caravan was clearly little effort, although their skill in hiding left a bit to be desired. However, whoever it was seemed to be stealthy enough that only the young girl would notice them, and even then just in flashes and glimpses.
After some time, whoever was driving the lead carriage would spot a most peculiar figure standing in the middle of the road. An odd sort of man, wearing a white mask and sporting a strange, two-pointed hood, stood in the path of the caravan and waved wildly. He carried an enormous burlap sack over his shoulder, stuffed full and looking very heavy indeed.
"Hello," he whispered, his voice entirely flat and emotionless. "Hello, hello, hello."
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on May 23, 2019 16:18:41 GMT -8
The girl was speaking, although her voice could not be heard clearly from beyond the glass and confines of the carriage. Clearly, the pretty, redhead child was speaking to someone inside, and soon enough, the curtains were closed and the child was allowed to look outside no more.
When the figure suddenly appeared around a darkened bend and inhibited the caravan from following through, the horseless wagons (but for those that belonged to the stately carriage) came to a stop.
A burly faced man in a long dark coat stood from where he was sitting at the seat of the wagon, as if he HAD been leading a team of unseen horses.
"Move out of the road," he commanded to the pale-faced figure. Three more men in his wagon stood up as well, and the wagon at the very back of the caravan came alive as well, scanning the trees and the darkness for any side attacks. Another man stood from the seat of the nicer carriage, but it's driver still held the reins of the horses.
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on May 23, 2019 16:35:46 GMT -8
Foxgloves glanced back and forth between the burly men, the points of his hood flattening themselves against his head. He dropped the bag down on the ground with a thump, producing a strange clatter from within, and held out his gloved hands to the men.
"Hello, friends," he said, voice as soft and flat as ever. "Please don't be alarmed, I mean you no harm. I was only wondering if you perhaps wanted to purchase any goods that may help you on your journey. Warm socks, soft bread, sweets and dolls for that young lady in the fine carriage. If you could purchase something and lighten my load, I would greatly appreciate it. My bag here is far too heavy as it is."
To prove his point, he grabbed the bag and made a show of trying to pull it out of the middle of the road. However, the bag went nowhere, as though it were chained to the ground.
"Perhaps I could interest you in some tea? You gentlemen look like you could use some relaxing tea."
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on May 23, 2019 16:39:15 GMT -8
A bandit's ploy, they were sure.
"We'll be having none of your wares," the burly man said to Foxgloves, as the curious character stood in the road. The Burly man was even more alarmed that Foxgloves had noticed the little lady in the window.
"Take your sack and stand aside," the Burly Man warned, his tone not very friendly although in general, he'd not been so rude.
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on May 23, 2019 17:07:38 GMT -8
The points of Foxgloves' hood drooped down at the man's harsh words, and his shoulders slumped in defeat. Grabbing the bag, he dragged it off the road with little effort. Reaching into the bag, he pulled out a small corn-husk doll, which he placed in the middle of the road. Casting one more glance back at the caravan, he hefted the bag onto his shoulder once more and headed off into the woods, vanishing among the dense trees within moments. The doll, meanwhile, sat quietly on in the middle of the road, its painted-black eyes staring blankly into space towards the caravan.
Some time later, after the caravan had continued on, the girl in the finest carriage would hear a soft tap on the curtained window.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on May 23, 2019 17:22:45 GMT -8
"What happened?" Asked a smooth and gentle voice, a light Gauldish accent like a flourish in the spoken words.
"Nothing to trouble you, my lady," spoke the man that had come to assure the travelers inside the fine carriage that they would be on their way again. He stood at the door with it's open window, looking in at the three occupants.
"Was it bandits?" Asked the pretty redheaded girl, her voice excitable and also tinged with her Gauldin heritage.
"I should have been out there," grumbled a masculine voice, that still broke occasionally as he grew from boy to man.
"No, no bandits," chuckled the guard. "Only a peddler. He's moved off to the side and we can begin again, if it please my lady."
"Of course," answered the smooth voice once again.
The door closed and the man took his spot on the carriage again. After a small beat, the wagons began to roll and the burly men in the first and last caravan gave Foxgloves warning glances as they ambled on.
They hadn't gotten too far when there was a tap on the window of the stately carriage door, and when the redheaded girl drew back the curtains, she gasped in delight.
"Maman!" She exclaimed in Gauldish, then changed to common. "It is a doll," she said and opened the window to let the creature inside the carriage.
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on May 23, 2019 17:41:45 GMT -8
The doll, which had been clinging for dear life to the window frame, hopped into the carriage and fell to the floor. Sitting up, it looked about at the various occupants, staring at them with the little dots of paint that served as its eyes. It got to its feet, bowed to the young girl, and began to dance. The little doll whirled and twirled on the tips of its folded corn-husk feet as it danced about the carriage to a tune that nobody else could hear, giving a performance to rival the ballets of Gauldin's famous opera houses. It spun and jumped, leaping over the feet of the occupants in a remarkable display of agility and grace for someone made of such a dry and brittle material. It didn't seem to have a care in the world, dancing away as though the carriage floor were a grand stage. Meanwhile, as the little doll danced, a pair of white gloves blew in through the open window and settled themselves in a corner of the carriage.
A skillful little doll
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on May 23, 2019 18:09:05 GMT -8
The little doll would be able to see that it did not blow into what one might predict was a normal carriage room, but instead it blew into...
... A sitting room?
Yes, the chandelier did bob and sway as if it were in a carriage and the tea service on the highly polished cherry wood table rattled ever so faintly, but inside that stately carriage was a small but nobly appointed sitting room.
A young man -- he must have been fourteen or fifteen -- was dressed to satisfaction and sprawled upon a comfortable chair with the sort of lazy, unaffected air that only the adolescent could achieve. He was handsome, with dark hair and blue eyes of his father, no doubt, and sneered at the antics of the doll.
At the tea table was the redheaded girl, her hair in ringlets and curls and her dress beautiful to highlight her creamy skin tone and bright and happy ways. Immediately she slid off her chair and onto the carpeted floor in order to watch the doll dance, while at the table sat the one responsible for the caravan, and perhaps for the magic of the carriages as well.
Lady Genevieve St. James had not aged a day, even though it seemed the children had grown much since the last time they were seen. A quiet yet enchanting air was about the golden-haired woman, who wore her crowning glory up and in a twist, calling attention to the sea like elegance of her neck and the graceful way she held herself. Her almost-lavender gaze watched the doll... And then moved to watch the gloves that flopped through the small window in the "door" of the sitting room.
"Oh, look how she dances, Maman! How are you doing it?" The girl asked from the floor, obviously no stranger to magic.
"Gabrielle, my darling, bring your friend up for tea. I believe we have a guest," Genevieve spoke, the owner of the smooth and accented voice. She began to pour another cup of tea, and seemed to speak to the air.
"Milk? Sugar? Honey?"
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