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Post by Land Tillers' State on Jun 30, 2015 20:28:05 GMT -8
The Southern Plains border the lower half of the Land-Tiller's Expanse. Here leeks, celery, onions, and other crops are rotated and cultivated close to water using irrigation systems and magic. Further out from the water sources farmers will plant seasonal crops right into the grasses. Wheat, rice and other grains are planted during the winter in areas occupied by dormant crops like corn and sugar cane. They are harvested in the spring just as the dormant crops awaken. Animals are allowed and even encouraged to graze on the grasses and weeds, and are encouraged to eat indiscriminately at certain times of the year, preventing one crop from overwhelming the other. These maneuvers must be timed very carefully for optimal usage of the land.
It is along the outer edges where the Acacia Clan patrols. A proud warrior clan with a reputation for protecting the innocent, the Acacia Clan are devoted to archery and mounted combat, regularly taming and breeding wildebeests as mounts. Their premier archers can catch arrows in midair and shoot them right back at their enemies. Many of their archers can slay three enemies in a second by holding arrows in their draw hand and firing them in rapid succession. Ying-Na married into the Celadine Clan but was originally from the Acacia Clan.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 16:34:45 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2016 14:39:15 GMT -8
A large, bug-like creature of metal broke through the plains. Measuring five feet in length, the squat being made an almost comical sight as it shook, dislodging an era of dirt from its joints. These lands... were not cultivated when Nuumtoroth laid itself to rest. Indeed, it had selected this land for its swampy climate; swamps now drained to support the crops being grown by the Land-Tillers. Most unfortunate. Nuumtoroth had manipulated the environment since pre-Cataclysmic civilization existed. In all those millennia, the concept of agriculture had not changed.
The buggy Immortal made for the west, where it could feel the pull of two or three other Immortals within a short distance (a few hundred miles) of each other. Perhaps it could establish contact.
It left behind fires as it walked, catching the plains.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Mar 6, 2016 21:57:31 GMT -8
Some local water mages would quickly put out the flames, though they might miss any signs of the strange creature wandering about.
Patrols of mounted archers would be redoubled however.
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Tommy
Established
Roleplay posts: 45 
Physical Description: Has gray hair, two cat ears and two dog ears peeking from under his hair. His fur is timtamnium white, and silky smooth to touch. His fuzzy tail wiggles when he's exited, frustrated, or needs to pee. These coincide more often than one might think.
Clothes and Equipment: Has a brightly coloured, striped T-shirt he has been wearing forever. He wears similarly coloured underwear below the shirt.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 11:25:11 GMT -8
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Post by Tommy on Apr 4, 2016 13:12:46 GMT -8
Somewhere else, however, a lone Tommy was walking along the sunny path. He was skipping along without a care in the world. After all, It was such a sunny day, and nobody was chasing him with a pointy stick, so that was nice.
He stopped by an onion field, to get some snacks on the road. He ran down a slope and pressed his knees into the mud. He smacked his lips and started digging with his bare hands. He wasn't planning to be seen, but his brightly coloured shirt (not to mention, four ears) would likely raise suspicions.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Apr 9, 2016 21:23:36 GMT -8
A young male archer is riding along his pet wildebeest when he spots the brightly colored vagabond. Signaling to some of his comrades nearby, he approached the stranger cautiously.
"... I recommend the purple ones. The green ones taste better cooked." If Tommy looked up he'd see the young man smiling amicably. His wildebeest would snort, somewhat annoyed at the unfamiliar scent.
Land-Tillers had a reputation for being friendly. Although the other archers were made aware of Tommy's presence, they had no intention of attacking.
(Didn't mean to ignore you. >>)
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Apr 9, 2016 21:52:53 GMT -8
Roy strolls cheerfully down the road, shielded from the sun by a purplish umbrella. He holds the hand of Vera of the Celadine, chattering happily about his childhood. "...and then my cousins Reynad, Robert, and Ruby came over, along with their parents Aunt Remy and Uncle Malcolm. They took me to the fair, and I got to throw rings at wooden ducks and pet a camel! Have you ever seen a camel, Vera? It's like a horse, but skinny and yellow. It has these humps on its back, and a long thin neck and a funny little head. They bought me a lemonade ice and some fried cakes! It was great! I love fairs." As his tale comes to an end, he glances around at the surrounding plains. "Oh! Is this where your family lives, Vera? all the way out here? It's nice, but it's kinda...empty, isn't it?" |
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183 
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Apr 10, 2016 6:55:23 GMT -8
Vera sort of half listened to Roy's stories. She had long ago given up on learning even half the names of his extended family. How he managed to keep track of them all was an utter mystery to her. It seemed like every time she was starting to figure it out, another name was thrown into the mix. She found it was easier to just smile and nod half the time. This trail of thought had her so distracted it took her a moment to realize he asked a question. When she does so looks at him sheepishly and tries to remember what was just said. Luckily it comes to her and she snorts.
"These are the plains Roy! Farmland! Of course it's flat and empty, that's what you want. I lived in the hills though."
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Apr 10, 2016 12:07:33 GMT -8
As they traveled through the plains, they would find a bunch of farmers hard at work harvesting their latest crop. Some mages would be scattered about casting water spells to help feed the crops. There were also be strange holographic glyphs floating in midair in some areas, spells which measured soil content and PH levels, among other things.
Finally, a few more mounted archers on wildebeests would be patrolling. Vera might recognize some of them, as the Acacia Clan has close ties with the Celadine. "Hey, Vera!" A few of them would wave. One of the more lecherous young men would cry out, "So when do I get to shoot the apple off your head?! Or did you friend beat me to it?!" That was of course a euphemism for... well you know. Of course it was all in jest.
Vera and Royal were perfectly welcome here.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Apr 10, 2016 15:56:01 GMT -8
"Hehehe..."
Roy grins at all the farmers with their fancy magic farming techniques. It reminds him of the serfs on the family estate, although he's far too polite to say so. He waves, and turns to Vera.
"Are these your friends, Vera? People you know?"
He crunches on a piece of chocolate, and offers one to Vera.
"Oh yeah, have I ever told you about Cousin Rio? He plays an enchanted lute."
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Apr 10, 2016 16:43:34 GMT -8
Vera casually coops a rock and pitches it at the young man's head. She was well known among the varying tribes for many reasons. As a druid she often visited the various areas to help the crops grow and chase off various pests and vermin. During her travels she gained renown for her beauty and for turning down any and all who approached her. She takes the chocolate and munches on it absently.
"I know pretty much everyone in these parts and most of them know me. You travel a lot as a druid. Also you probably did tell me about Rio at one point. I find it hard to keep up, I have no idea how you keep track of them all!"
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Apr 10, 2016 16:52:40 GMT -8
The man flinches at the rock, but to his surprise, the rock doesn't it him. A nearby archer, a female, had shot the rock out of midair with her bow. The young man had a dumb grin on his face...
... Until the girl runs up to him and kicks him squarely in the behind. The other archers laugh as the young woman folds her arms and glares at the man. She then turns to Vera. "Men." She says, before stomping away.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Apr 10, 2016 17:39:39 GMT -8
"How do I keep track? It's really not that hard...probably the same way you can keep track of all sorts of different plants and stuff. It's really not that difficult." He watches as the young man throws a rock, and gasps in shock as it's shot out of the air. Who knew anybody could actually do that? It's like something straight out of a Vinnie the Swift novel. He then winces as the woman kicks the rock-thrower. "Um...so, where was it that you said your folks lived, Vera? The hills? Let's head for the hills, then." Adjusting the umbrella, he shuffles off down the road. "So, you said you had a cousin, right? Any others?" As he walks, he spots Tommy, a strange sort of creature in a striped t-shirt. "Heh? I wonder what that fella is digging for over there." He wanders over and kneels down next to the strange whitish creature. "Er...what are you looking for?" |
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Tommy
Established
Roleplay posts: 45
Physical Description: Has gray hair, two cat ears and two dog ears peeking from under his hair. His fur is timtamnium white, and silky smooth to touch. His fuzzy tail wiggles when he's exited, frustrated, or needs to pee. These coincide more often than one might think.
Clothes and Equipment: Has a brightly coloured, striped T-shirt he has been wearing forever. He wears similarly coloured underwear below the shirt.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 11:25:11 GMT -8
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Post by Tommy on Apr 11, 2016 4:07:04 GMT -8
Heraing footsteps approaching, Tommy winced, and buried his head in the dirt. He lay quiet, until he heard a muffled voice of a man, addressing him. Tommy felt he wasn't going to be poked, so he plucked his head from the dirt. The massive wildebeest was impressive to Tommy, his eyes wandered to take a closer look at that snou-
*snort*
"Ick!", Tommy cried, fidgeting back. He got a large dose of wildebooger on his face. "It had a blow on me! I can't not see!" Tommy fidgeted around, eyes closed to find something to clean himself with. Luckily, he found some cloth, just few feet above the ground. Tommy scrubbed his face ferociously, to get the smelly, nasty stuff off.
"Gngh! Now good. I clean." Tommy opened his eyes. He was staring directly at Royal Fletcher's crotch. A very booger-y crotch. Tommy slowly tilted his head upwards and grinned a cat-like grin. "Hallo! I digging for onion!" |
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Apr 11, 2016 11:33:02 GMT -8
Vera watches the odds creatures antics. First with a look of distrust then one of amusement. She manages to only snort when the creature gets a face full of mucus. When the creature uses Roy as a handkerchief though she can't hold it. The young druid falls to ground clutching her stomach as she laughs her ass off. The look on Roy's face combined with the creatures odd way of speaking... it was too much.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Apr 11, 2016 11:46:21 GMT -8
"Ehh?"
Roy jumps back as the strange, four-eared creature scrubs its face on his pants. My, what a strange sort of person. He hurriedly casts a cleaning spell on himself, and the wildebeest boogers vanish with a sparkle.
"Onions? Huh? Have you found any yet?"
He eyes Tommy curiously, having never seen anything like him before.
"Er...where did you get that shirt? It's a really nice pattern."
Almost unconsciously, he puts his free arm around Vera in a protective manner. Unfortunately, he misses, as Vera is now on the ground. Who knows what this whitish fellow with four ears could be up to.
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Tommy
Established
Roleplay posts: 45
Physical Description: Has gray hair, two cat ears and two dog ears peeking from under his hair. His fur is timtamnium white, and silky smooth to touch. His fuzzy tail wiggles when he's exited, frustrated, or needs to pee. These coincide more often than one might think.
Clothes and Equipment: Has a brightly coloured, striped T-shirt he has been wearing forever. He wears similarly coloured underwear below the shirt.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 11:25:11 GMT -8
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Post by Tommy on Apr 12, 2016 12:01:16 GMT -8
"Nuh-uh." Tommy shook his head. his ears made a loud, flapping sound. "I thinks this place has no foods. Or is it Oignons... Ognons? People sometimes say word really wierd like. Why she do that?" Tommy points at Vera, who was taking a speech impediment way too lightly. Tommy didn't seem to be offended, however.
He stands up rapidly, smiling sheepishly, and extends his hand towards the seizuring woman. "Hallo, I'm Tommy. You having a funny?" Tommy watched with interest.
"My shirt? You like it!? You can have looksie!" Wagging his tail, Tommy begins to pull off his T-shirt, unaware of the cultural customs of undressing, especially if one could be assumed a woman according to one's body structure and high voice register.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Apr 12, 2016 13:31:38 GMT -8
"Wow! Keep your shirt on!"
Vera manages to gasp out between laughs. It takes her another minute to get back to her feet. When she does she take a closer look at the person? Creature? Tommy. She decides to go with the Tommy. She takes a few deep shuddering breaths and then thinks on what Tommy said. He wanted onions? She could help with that. She sent a probing pulse of earth magic through the ground. There where a few wild onions in the area. The druid walked a few paces and found a cluster pulling them out. She offers them to Tommy.
"I mean if you want onions here. Still it's not much of a meal why don't you go to the food festival?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Apr 12, 2016 14:00:02 GMT -8
"Ehh? You can leave your shirt on!"
Roy rummages in his pocket, intending to pull another chocolate bar from his seemingly inexhaustible supply, but hesitates. This Tommy might get sick, what with the dog ears and all. Instead, he turns to Vera.
"A food festival? There's a food festival going on? I haven't heard of that! Where is it? That sounds like fun! Just like old days, with Roxy and Robert...hehehe. Those two would fight over who got to take me to the fairs. They like me, but hate each other...I usually went with Roxy, although Robert would usually get me sugary snacks that Roxy wouldn't."
He grins, glancing between Vera and Tommy.
"Yeah, let's go to the food festival! Everyone likes food!"
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Apr 12, 2016 14:36:52 GMT -8
The initial archer riding the wildebeest had his eyes wide in surprise. For a creature that loved onions so much, he (or she) was very bad at finding them. They were literally having this conversation next to an onion field...
The young man hopped off his mount, walked not ten feet away from their current position, and yanked an onion out of the earth. "Hey, you there, catch." He tossed the onion at Tommy. "I mean the wild ones taste better, but hey." He shrugged and grinned.
"The food festival is amazing. I've already visited and there are tons of people there. Just keep heading in that direction just before hitting Mau River. It's close to our sacred field. You can't miss it!"
With that he started to head back towards his wildebeest, who was groaning nervously at Royal. There was something strange about him he didn't like. As for the guard, he found their whole interaction rather amusing, but he needed to get back to work. It was clear the individuals were no threat at all.
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Tommy
Established
Roleplay posts: 45
Physical Description: Has gray hair, two cat ears and two dog ears peeking from under his hair. His fur is timtamnium white, and silky smooth to touch. His fuzzy tail wiggles when he's exited, frustrated, or needs to pee. These coincide more often than one might think.
Clothes and Equipment: Has a brightly coloured, striped T-shirt he has been wearing forever. He wears similarly coloured underwear below the shirt.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 11:25:11 GMT -8
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Post by Tommy on Apr 12, 2016 23:14:29 GMT -8
Tommy was almost disappointed when he was asked to keep his shirt on. Didn't they want to see his breast muscles? "Ooooh oki then." He rolled his shirt down, covering his bulging underwear.
Showered in onions, Tommy jumped enthusiastically. "Oh boi! So manys!" He bit ferociously into one, juices splattering all over his clothes. He stuffed the rest of the onions inside his shirt but kept devouring the one he had burrowed his face into.
"Oh ya! I herd of the foods festival. We should all definitely go for the munchies!" Tommy wagged his tail and sway his hips in a way that was almost hypnotic. |
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