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 30, 2019 13:39:59 GMT -8
Foxgloves noticed that Amaya didn't seem particularly interested in the boots, and stopped dancing. Standing upside-down on the air, he lowered himself down until he was face-to-face with Amaya, the points of his hood hanging straight down. She seemed to be lost in thought, which was unfortunate. People lost in thought rarely bought things.
"You don't seem impressed," he said. "You young people are so hard to impress nowadays. Did you see a lot of magic boots, while you were working as a chaperone? I can't imagine you did, if you kept her out of trouble. Magic boots often come with trouble, which is why it's so convenient to buy them trouble-free from someone like me. I guess you're not interested in boots, though."
He dropped to the ground, contorting his body to land lightly on his feet without so much as a thump. Pulling the boots off, he dropped them into his pocket.
"I'm afraid that I don't sell homes, or lives, or employment. That'd be a bit difficult to fit in my pockets, don't you think? I'd need a new coat, and I'm rather attached to this one. Perhaps I can interest you in something else?"
Rummaging in his pockets once more, he pulled out a small orange kitten, which meowed softly in his hands. He held the kitten out to Amaya, and it batted at her with its paws.
"I don't know where these kittens come from," he said. "I think some strays must have snuck into my pockets one day, and never left."
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Aya Prinn
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Physical Description: :::::::::::
She is of an average height, 5'5" roughly.
dark, curly hair and gray, inquisitive eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: :::::::::::
She wears flowing gowns of filmy material
Jewelry in gold and silver, some gems
Jeweled dagger
Registered: Mar 24, 2017 8:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Aya Prinn on May 30, 2019 14:51:12 GMT -8
"I am not familiar with magic boots. I've only read about them..." she sounded morose at the moment. "Maybe I got the invitation by accident," she thought out loud, "Maybe I should..." She was about to say move on when he pulled out an adorable little kitten. She was butter. She took the kitten and nuzzled her face into it's fur and said, "Oh, I wish I could have you." But how would she take care of the kitten if she had no home? She showered the little thing with kisses and soon began to pet.
"I don't have a home," she reminded him, even though he said he didn't have one to sell. "I need a home so I can take care of a kitten. But that won't happen any time soon." She reluctantly handed it over.
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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 30, 2019 15:04:22 GMT -8
The kitten seemed pleased with the attention, purring in response to Amaya's kisses and pets. When she handed it back, it meowed, biting Foxgloves' fingertip as he tried to pat it himself. Ignoring the bite, he put the kitten back into his pocket, shaking his head.
"Such a shame," he said. "I think he liked you, too. I'm sure you'll find a home soon, Miss Prinn. Home is what you make it, after all. A home doesn't have to mean a house. I'm sure you'd find my home quite curious indeed. Here, I have it with me somewhere."
Reaching into yet another pocket of his coat, he pulled out a worn piece of paper. As he held it out to Amaya, she would see that it had a very crude picture of a small cottage painted on it. With its bright colors, rough edges, and dubiously straight lines, it was clear that it had been painted by either a very young child or someone very unfamiliar with paints. A similarly amateurish tree stood beside the house, bright red apples hanging from its green blob of leaves. The only notable thing about the house was the fact that its roof peaked up in two points, rather than just one.
"This is where I live," said Foxgloves. "I carry it with me everywhere, so that I'm never too far from home. Would you like to visit? It's quite nice. The apples are very sweet, and always in season. Plenty of room for cats, although I try not to keep pets."
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Aya Prinn
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Physical Description: :::::::::::
She is of an average height, 5'5" roughly.
dark, curly hair and gray, inquisitive eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: :::::::::::
She wears flowing gowns of filmy material
Jewelry in gold and silver, some gems
Jeweled dagger
Registered: Mar 24, 2017 8:31:13 GMT -8
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Post by Aya Prinn on May 30, 2019 15:42:58 GMT -8
She eyed him when he took the kitten back and handled it wrong without meaning harm, she stopped him from putting it back by taking the little thing back into her arms and cuddling. "He doesn't like that, he likes being cuddled," she said, then said to the kitten, "No, you don't like being cooped up, do you kitty?" What was it about girls and kittens? He pulled out a picture of a house and she looked at it. Without realizing it, she was so focused on the picture that it was snatched from his fingers without her moving and it moved closer to her face.
Her fingers were too busy petting kitten for her to notice her telekinesis, something she hid since childhood to the point where she actually forgot she had such a skill. And even the telepathy followed with her projecting her interpretation of his house, surrounded by wildflowers of every color and shape.
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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 30, 2019 17:34:34 GMT -8
Foxgloves allowed Amaya to snatch the kitten back out of his hands, nodding as she cuddled the little creature. Perhaps he'd get a sale today yet. The kitten seemed to enjoy the treatment, purring and snuggling up against Amaya's hands. As the painting was pulled from his hands, the points of his hood rose until they were standing straight up, pointing to the sky and towering over Amaya. This was a surprising development, as was the sudden image in his head that certainly did not come from his thoughts.
"Well now," he said, "There something that I'm sure would help you find a job. Imagine if you worked as a shopkeeper, you'd be able to put everything back on their shelves without having to lift a finger. How convenient."
As Amaya focused on the painting, it would suddenly start to move. Wind blew through the poorly-drawn tree, grey smudges of smoke began to float up from the chimney, and a childishly-drawn version of Foxgloves poked his head out through the window.
"Come along, Miss Prinn," said the drawn Foxgloves. "Lean in, come visit. The kitten will love it, I've got a bowl of milk."
If she looked up, she would see that the real Foxgloves had vanished without a trace.
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Kauri Graves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 262
Age: 26
Physical Description: Kauri has a complexion so pale that she seems to mimic the glow of the moon. Atop her head stands two long, thin coppery horns that seem unnervingly sharp at their tips.
Her eyes are similar to a cat's with a bright yellow iris and a slit pupil. The fingers on her right hand seem shorter and are fixed with long, sturdy claws most useful for climbing.
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Kauri's clothes seem somewhat colorful, sometimes scarce and sometimes superfluous depending on the ever-changing weather of her home. They're always slightly decorative, but sewn and forged with purpose.
She wears small amounts of armor, such as braces, breastplates, and greaves, but they're usually very small and are built more for movement than they are for protection.
She is skilled with a bow and sword, both of which she carries with her consistently. None of her weapons are terribly special, but they're sturdy and well made.
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Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 13:22:51 GMT -8
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Post by Kauri Graves on May 31, 2019 8:26:07 GMT -8
Kauri was extremely unsure about this. Especially about bringing the children. After all, she had been kidnapped by fairies as a child. She knew their kind. This was dangerous.
Well, it was going to be amazingly fun. But so dangerous.
Even as they entered the festival and a sense of giddiness and enjoyment washed over Kauri, something that was all too familiar, a voice spoke in the back of her head to be wary. It was her sister's voice, who was the only person she knew who could go toe-to-toe with a fae even though she had no magic of her own and never once wielded a sword. Back then, the only reason Kauri was in the overworld was that her sister kidnapped her back. For this reason, she did not bring Poala, her daughter. She looked so much like her. They would have hated it.
But now she had seven other children here to look after, which was going to drive her mad. Still, her concerns eased the more time they spent there by the second.
As the children ran off, Kauri hooked her hand onto Alden's arm. "What a lovely idea this was," she told him, even though she had said the exact opposite an hour previous. "Allow us to mingle with some of the company while the children play. I can't imagine much will happen to them here."
Smiling, Kauri steadied herself with Alden's weight. Her legs were human now, which was a rather strange thing to get used to after walking on hooves for two years. After so long being mutated by Paradise, she was completely back to her old self once more.
Kauri didn't completely love it. She had gone in for a trim and received a shave instead. Another trip to the Enclave would happen, but for now... for now, this was nice.
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A Spirit Guardian
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Physical Description: As a spirit of nature, this guardian has many forms, changing with the seasons, the weather, or to match her surroundings. One consistency is her pale skin and bright eyes that mimic a full moon.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: May 15, 2018 20:06:46 GMT -8
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Post by A Spirit Guardian on May 31, 2019 8:48:52 GMT -8
Nemo. Another lovely name to add to the lot.
"I am familiar with such isolation," she told Faisine, attempting to connect with her. "It is rare that I can even be seen by those in the mortal realm. This is quite the exception. I am glad to have the chance to meet such fine company."
What words for a spirit of the wild! She was thankful for the shrine her new devotee built in the city. It helped her observe and learn how people and their manners had changed over the last few years. "Then teach me about your home. You do not dress like those from my homeland- no one here does. This Usque, I have never heard of it."
She was intrigued by this woman's mannerisms, so delicate but not shy.
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on May 31, 2019 9:04:17 GMT -8
Khepri felt it immediately.
The air chilled. It made her look up and around, exchanging glares with the eyes pinned on her. Her feathers rustled. She had an uncanny sense of what happened, just not why. She ignored the rest of Freya's question and focused, instead, on her last one while she took Chesknight's advice.
"... I did no such thing. I was not even there when she was caught," she told them. "I saved a woman from falling off a cliff and for that I was awarded. That was all. If anything happened to her-" Her eyes aimed downward toward the stocky fae. "I apologize. I thought she was going to be released."
The Bird slipped the ring from her finger and tucked it away among her feathers. "I will accompany you, Freya. But let us leave talk of Taingaard for... another time. Another place."
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on May 31, 2019 9:17:35 GMT -8
Faisine bowed slightly and then murmured, "The Usque is an expansive forest North of where a place called Medan once ruled. The people of the Usque are not quite human, they are like nymphs, in fact... Its a beautiful place to be, mostly untouched by mankind in quite some time, but confusing to most. It would be easier for you to see it than for me to tell you." And she was honest, how did one explain an enchanted forest that was ancient and half gone thanks to dragon breath?
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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 31, 2019 12:48:22 GMT -8
As the enchantress with the golden hair and beautiful traveling gown walked the lands, her lilac gaze traveled over the bodies that were there. Some were human, some were decidedly not, and most were new to her experience... Except a face that stood out from the crowd, perhaps because of a gaggle of cat-like children that surrounded him.
A soft and warm smile touched her lips as she watched the six kits swarm off to get something sweet to the indulgence of their father, and curiosity shined in her gaze when she saw a young, beautiful woman on the Marshal's arm.
Using one hand to lift her skirts, she used the other to raise in greeting, letting her accented voice carry over the distance.
"Marshal!" She called, just loud enough for her to be heard. The Lady Genevieve wouldn't ever cause a public scene.
She waved as she came closer, the sun gleaming off her hair, shining off the material of her masterly made gown. "It has been a long time," she said, her Gauldish accent smooth on her voice.
She held her hand out first to Alden, and then to Kauri. "Bonjour," she said in greeting. "My name is Genevieve St. James." No titles, at least, not for her.
[(Jon-vee-ev, NOT jen-a-veev)]
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on May 31, 2019 16:19:41 GMT -8
Alden had understood and appreciated Kauri's concern and respected her decision not to bring Poala. While he was fairly certain that the girl would be quite disappointed to miss out on what was sure to be a magical evening, it was not his place to question Kauri's decisions. Even if he could guarantee the girl's safety.
The fairies were wise to heed The Chesknight's warning this night. While there was no doubt that the master of ceremonies was the reason they held back, they could not have known how dire things may have gotten for them should they have acted on their impulse. While a normal man may not notice a single missing or replaced child Alden was, by all accounting, not a normal man.
Indeed, his rune scarred eyes surveyed the crowd and the riot of colors was almost an overload to his senses. It was only thanks to years of both training and adjustment that he was not overwhelmed as his enchantments stripped away glamours and revealed a kaleidoscope of underlaying enchantments for him to pick apart.
Kaur leaned against him for support and while he was providing physical support for her, she was unknowingly providing her own kind of support for him. He found that focusing on her, now that she was bereft of magic, helped to sooth the strain his eyes were going through in the magical festival. While he could have ignored it, the option for a reprieve was greatly appreciated.
"I think you are right, though I will keep an eye on them."
No sooner was an accord reached for the two adults to mingle as the cat-eared children played with the dancing fairy lights than someone called him out by title. Lifting his head it only took him a moment to locate the waving form emerging from the crowd. A small smile, warm and genuine crinkles the corners of his eyes, a more real expression than Genevieve may remember seeing on Alden's face in the past.
Accepting her hand he says in his smooth nearly accentless tenor voice. "A pleasure to see you again Genevieve." And indeed it was. Miss St. James had been one of the first people to ever show him real kindness and he held that memory dearly. The boots she'd given him on that day all those years ago still adorned his feet, well cared for though clearly well worn at this point.
"Genevieve, this is Kauri Greaves, I am at present courting her." He introduces Kauri as he understands this to be polite and then he continues addressing Kauri. "Genevieve operates a clothing shop in Isra from time to time. She made my boots for me and showed me kindness when I was still... adjusting to a life I was new to."
It was at this point the cat-eared children notice Genevieve and with a cry, six small bodies swarm in at once. "Hello!" "I remember you from the fair!" "Her name is Genevieve!" "It's nice to meet you again!" Many small voices announce their excitement, his children as ever eminently enthused to meet a person be they new or old to them.
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Kauri Graves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 262
Age: 26
Physical Description: Kauri has a complexion so pale that she seems to mimic the glow of the moon. Atop her head stands two long, thin coppery horns that seem unnervingly sharp at their tips.
Her eyes are similar to a cat's with a bright yellow iris and a slit pupil. The fingers on her right hand seem shorter and are fixed with long, sturdy claws most useful for climbing.
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Kauri's clothes seem somewhat colorful, sometimes scarce and sometimes superfluous depending on the ever-changing weather of her home. They're always slightly decorative, but sewn and forged with purpose.
She wears small amounts of armor, such as braces, breastplates, and greaves, but they're usually very small and are built more for movement than they are for protection.
She is skilled with a bow and sword, both of which she carries with her consistently. None of her weapons are terribly special, but they're sturdy and well made.
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Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 13:22:51 GMT -8
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Post by Kauri Graves on May 31, 2019 20:35:55 GMT -8
Kauri lifted her head and looked about as she heard Alden's surname. Eventually, her eyes pinned down onto a rather enchanting figure approaching them. The woman's eyes grew large as she gave her a once-over. Something in her chest fluttered upon seeing her, then ached emptily once she realized who she really was. A sense of being very dowdy and insignificant swarmed the survivor of Paradise, especially knowing that Alden could actually see her now. Here she was, next to this rare, golden belle wearing finely-woven clothes, as a dowdy little mouse in a green kirtle and chemise that were just a tad too big for her.
Still, she did her best not to show it on her face. She grasped her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, giving her a warm smile. She couldn't help the pink that rose to her cheeks when Alden mentioned his courting of her, biting her lips to stop an embarrassed laugh.
"A pleasure, Miss Genevieve," she greeted her. "It's always been nice to meet one of Alden's friends. He really knows how to keep good company. Who are the little ones?"
So much. She was so much like Colette already. Kauri had to avert her gaze to the side just so she wasn't staring.
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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 31, 2019 21:58:21 GMT -8
She'd forgotten all about the boots, and in a flash she realized that Alden must have met Odette those years ago as well.
And memories of her ten year old daughter, of course, made Genevieve's heart sieze in her chest. For a moment, a very brief moment, her lavender eyes stared at Alden's familiar face, full lips parting as the Fae Festival seemed to melt away. Did he know about Odette? Perhaps he didn't. Perhaps it wouldn't be too awkward when Genevieve's own children -- Gabrielle and Voltaire -- inevitably came to greet them. Perhaps.
And in the next moment, she snapped out of it and instead turned to regard the pretty young woman at Alden's side. Genevieve's smile to her was soft but warm -- it seemed that most of the blonde enchantress's emotions were only always subtle at best, and the woman herself was always very kind, and very, very controlled.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Madamoiselle," Genevieve said with a small flourish of her Gauldish accent. "That color is very beautiful on you."
She might have said more, but she found her skirts swarmed by the children, that had grown so much since last she saw them. She had smiles and greetings for them as well, until she heard a shout over the little bit of chaos.
"Maman!" Gabrielle came over, twelve years old and already a beauty like her mother -- her real mother, the lost Queen of Gauldin -- with tumbling red curls and blue eyes. Behind her was Voltaire, tall like his father -- the lost King of Gauldin -- with his dark hair and piercing eyes... And guarded attitude.
"Marshal," Genevieve said, her heart pounding but acting as nonchalant as usual, "may I introduce my daughter, Gabrielle, and my son, Voltaire? This is Marshal Alden Marshall of Isra, Miss Kauri Greaves, and the Marshal's children."
"How do you do?" Asked Gabrielle, her Gauldish accent a little thicker than Genevieve's. Voltaire only nodded his greeting, and neither of the children offered their hands. Tucked in Gabrielle's elbow was the "living" doll that Foxgloves had given her, and the doll was animatedly looking at everyone and listening to the conversation as well.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Jun 1, 2019 16:34:47 GMT -8
Alden was certainly getting better about parsing out other people's emotional states but he was not yet an expert. If it did not pertain to an impending desire to do violence he could often miss subtle things. Things like Kauri's insecurity when faced with the golden-haired beauty of Genevieve. Likewise, he easily missed the understated worry in Genevieve's at the realization that he had met Odette.
Today though, despite missing both these things, he'd give neither women cause to worry. Alden only had eyes for Kauri and through either tact or foreknowledge, he did not mention the absentee daughter. Instead, his rune scarred eyes turn on the two children. "A pleasure to meet you both my apologies for what is about to happen." He says and an amused smirk draws across his features.
The two children were a bit older than Alden's litter and they were clearly quite a bit more serious. Neither of these things was in any way a deterrent to the excited movement of the children. They did not go so far as to swamp the two but Voltaire and Gabrielle found themselves surrounded and outnumbered by cat eared children who were thrilled to make their acquaintance.
"I'm Caleb!" "I'm Kae!" Shout the two brown-haired boys who looked so similar they were really the only true pair of twins in the group. The two both extending their hands to Voltaire. Clearly very impressed by his height as they look up at them their tails swaying excitedly.
"I am Juniper." Says one of the blue-haired girl. "I like your doll she adds." As she offers Gabrielle her hand. "I'm Moonflower!" Chimes in the other blue-haired girl. "And that's Rawr-rawr." She adds hooking a thumb at a quiet blue-haired boy who was clutching a large dragon plushie." The brown haired girl says in slow Gauldish to Grabrielle. "Bonjour, je m'appelle Naoki." Then she beams, she'd only just started learning her second language this year and she was eager to practice with a native.
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A Spirit Guardian
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Physical Description: As a spirit of nature, this guardian has many forms, changing with the seasons, the weather, or to match her surroundings. One consistency is her pale skin and bright eyes that mimic a full moon.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: May 15, 2018 20:06:46 GMT -8
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Post by A Spirit Guardian on Jun 2, 2019 8:29:45 GMT -8
A curious smile spread across the spirit's face. "Then I certainly will have to visit one day. I will have my followers travel there, in time. Tawakoshi is far to the east, but there have been talks of travel. Whispers of the Usque will fill their dreams when I return."
Expanding her territory outside of country borders... the idea was quite preposterous, but she could make it work. The world outside her forest was already fascinating, and there was much to do here.
"I am not one for ample talk. Perhaps you would like to dance?" she asked, holding a hand out towards the woman.
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Kauri Graves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 262
Age: 26
Physical Description: Kauri has a complexion so pale that she seems to mimic the glow of the moon. Atop her head stands two long, thin coppery horns that seem unnervingly sharp at their tips.
Her eyes are similar to a cat's with a bright yellow iris and a slit pupil. The fingers on her right hand seem shorter and are fixed with long, sturdy claws most useful for climbing.
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Kauri's clothes seem somewhat colorful, sometimes scarce and sometimes superfluous depending on the ever-changing weather of her home. They're always slightly decorative, but sewn and forged with purpose.
She wears small amounts of armor, such as braces, breastplates, and greaves, but they're usually very small and are built more for movement than they are for protection.
She is skilled with a bow and sword, both of which she carries with her consistently. None of her weapons are terribly special, but they're sturdy and well made.
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Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Nov 22, 2017 13:22:51 GMT -8
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Post by Kauri Graves on Jun 2, 2019 8:48:04 GMT -8
Kauri's cheeks pinked once more at the compliment, though she took it as politeness. Even so, it was nice.
Before she could give a compliment in return, the children were upon her. She couldn't help but giggle behind her hand as she witnessed the pack of children overwhelm someone every single time.
When introduced to Genevieve's children, she gave them a soft smile. Alden's litter was upon them before even she could push a word through once more. "They're beautiful," she told Genevieve. "What is that doll that your daughter is holding, though? It's... em... looking around. Is it enchanted?"
She couldn't say that she had a particular liking for it.
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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 Jun 2, 2019 10:29:50 GMT -8
The children -- cat-eared or no -- quickly entertained themselves. Gabrielle was quicker to warm up to Alden's children than Voltaire was. Perhaps it was due to her gentler nature, or perhaps it was because Voltaire was, indeed, much older than the rest and was still dedicated to appearing guarded but also detached, in ways that only a true adolescent could accomplish.
Outside the boisterous circle of children, Genevieve stood with Kauri and Alden, and took her enchanting gaze off of them to smile at Kauri -- a gentle and soft thing that never seemed to show Genevieve's teeth, and always seemed to communicate some very, very subtle melancholy.
Still, the once-seamstress was warm and approachable, and seemed genuine in her friendly regard for the High Marshal and his lady.
"Thank you," she said to Kauri. "I am quite proud of them." Her head tilted a little as she looked at Gabrielle's doll -- whom she was showing to the girl-children.
"It is a new acquisition. A peddler by the name of Foxgloves gave it to her, and brought us to this festival. We were on our way back to Isra, to reopen my doors."
She paused, and then spoke. "I'll admit the doll has me hesitant. It's not charmed in a way I can easily recognize..."
She let her voice trail off, and then looked from Alden to Kauri. "How has the acclimation gone with the children?" As in, how are they in regarding Kauri has a potential mother?
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Jun 2, 2019 20:50:18 GMT -8
"I don't dance," she said, "They don't teach that in convents." She smiled at the question nevertheless, "It is kind of you to ask though." She didn't like being among so many, it was starting to make her nervous to be there. She said, "Be careful sending people to the Usque. You can get lost easily in that forest. I shall be back there soon and I will be waiting for just one of your people. She can be cruel and dengerous... The Usque, that is, if they have any ill intent."
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Freya Haldar
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 23
Physical Description: Freya is a tall druid woman and Taingaardian woman standing 1.80 m tall with visible strength to her body. She has a fair complexion and wine red hair that curls down to her elbows and some of her locks have been braided. She has brown eyes, though they turn yellow whenever she channels her animalistic powers.
Clothes and Equipment: Freya wears a hybrid leather and chain mail armor along with her druid amulet around her neck. She has a rune inscribed sword at her left and often carries a bow and arrows on her back.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:09:42 GMT -8
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Post by Freya Haldar on Jun 3, 2019 6:11:26 GMT -8
The joyful half bird and half woman suddenly seemed to change her mood quite drastically and while they went into the circle she wondered exactly what had happened in Taingaard in The Hunt and how such information had been able to travel from there and to the fae that lived here.
"Ummm... well okay if you say so." Freya said and bit confused but willing to leave the subject for some other time - if there would ever be a better time for it.
"Can I have two..!" Freya asked on of the fae that was flying about with the cups and almost before she got to finish the question there was already a fae ready with drinks. "Wow, even Vanskaar Meadhall don't bring you a drink this quickly!" Freya said and handed Khepri one of the drinks. "You seem like you could use it..." she said with a wry smile taking a sip of the soft and sweet tasting drink.
"You shouldn't think too much about that, as you said it wasn't you and they likely wouldn't have invited you then - because they sure do seem to know a lot of what's been going on." Freya rubbed her chin. "How did you get your invitation by the way?"
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Jun 3, 2019 6:53:08 GMT -8
The children were in no way put off by Voltaire's aloofness. Indeed, once the doll had been shown off it was decided that the next, logical step, was to start a game of tag. A game of tag that Voltaire was part of whether he liked it or not it seemed. Since the children were quick to tag him into the game and even should he refuse to give chase the children were more than happy to bounce into him lightly to keep the game going.
For whatever reason, they'd decided to take his guardedness as a challenge. Determined to make the older boy smile and play with them, unless Voltaire snapped at the kids they would persist until he did so. They happily ran around the glade always insight of their parent as they chased fairies, each other, and sometimes random guests without a care in the world.
Alden had noted the doll as well, that it was magical he could tell, beyond that he was in the dark as much as Genevieve. He could recognize many common enchantments by sight but the workings on the doll were not common. After all, animation magic was not as widely used as, say, warding or trap magic.
Genevieve's question is left unanswered by the marshal. He could tell it had been directed at Kauri and he would let her answer as she saw fit. However, in a rare moment of insight, he did squeeze her hand gently as the children run around. The kids seemed to adore her but they were quick to lavish affection on anyone, so he had no idea what insecurities she might harbor.
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