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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Aug 4, 2015 16:44:47 GMT -8
The Grand Bazaar is a sprawling marketplace located in the centre of The Free City. Thousands of migrants, citizens, travellers and adventurers come here every to to browse possibly the world's largest selection of goods. From fruit stands, to weapon smiths, to stalls containing enchanted jewellery, all can be found in The Grand Bazaar.
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Hirhan
Dedicated
Braving the desert heat in search of ancient relics.
Roleplay posts: 107 
Age: 50
Physical Description: Weathered, serious looking (though in actuality not serious at all). Tall and lanky.
Clothes and Equipment: >A well worn robe favored by lecturers.
>Several weighty tomes, filled with information on the arcane. >Heavily bookmarked and earmarked, well used.
>A journal and accompanying scribe's toolkit.
>A rod of polished rosewood wood carved with arcane sigils. This blasting rod allows fine control, and helps Hirhan to channel more energy than he normally could.
>A medallion, featuring a pair of carved hands. This trinket helps absorb incoming missiles, and is somewhat effective at blocking magical attacks. Useless in a melee.
>A pouch of coins.
>A pair of glasses covered in lenses, which allow him to see that which mortal eyes cannot view.
>A vambrace which can store a single spell of later casting.
>An athame.
Player's online availability : Lol
Registered: Jul 30, 2015 17:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Hirhan on Aug 8, 2015 14:08:48 GMT -8
Hirhan was drunk, and rather enjoying himself. The sky had darkened long ago as the night came, and the bazaar was all but empty save for drunks and prostitutes moping about.
Perhaps he was too drunk, Hirhan thought. Was there such a thing? It would seem so. Feeling guilty suddenly, Hirhan wondered if he had brought any negative attention onto his friends. His reflection was shattered suddenly by an angry shout to his left.
"OI BASTARD. Aren't you the one who through shit on my apple stand?"
"That was mud and human filth, not feces you uneducated dog." Hirhan slurred.
The man ran at the wizard with a broom handle.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Aug 8, 2015 14:14:49 GMT -8
As the broom-wielding man came rushing to Hirhan, he was blindsided by a stout man from Asgeir. Ralf barrled right into his side, sending him crashing through a nearby stall. Ralf quickly climbed back up off the man and paced towards Hirhan. "Come on now," he said, heaving the man onto his shoulder, "let's get you somewhere safe, like the Citadel. Want to go to the Citadel, brother? Do me a service and tell me if anyone else comes at us."
<Exits to the Gate of the Citadel>
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Hirhan
Dedicated
Braving the desert heat in search of ancient relics.
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 50
Physical Description: Weathered, serious looking (though in actuality not serious at all). Tall and lanky.
Clothes and Equipment: >A well worn robe favored by lecturers.
>Several weighty tomes, filled with information on the arcane. >Heavily bookmarked and earmarked, well used.
>A journal and accompanying scribe's toolkit.
>A rod of polished rosewood wood carved with arcane sigils. This blasting rod allows fine control, and helps Hirhan to channel more energy than he normally could.
>A medallion, featuring a pair of carved hands. This trinket helps absorb incoming missiles, and is somewhat effective at blocking magical attacks. Useless in a melee.
>A pouch of coins.
>A pair of glasses covered in lenses, which allow him to see that which mortal eyes cannot view.
>A vambrace which can store a single spell of later casting.
>An athame.
Player's online availability : Lol
Registered: Jul 30, 2015 17:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Hirhan on Aug 8, 2015 14:29:26 GMT -8
"Oh, Ralf, you shouldn't have. I havn't had a good fistfight in years, you mist -hic- understand. Oh bother, I AM quite drunk. Slow down for a moment, I need to do some precise work."
To Ralf's horror he heard the sound of a knife being drawn. With his athame Hirhan pricked the tip of his pinkie, drawing blood.
Н̷̸̢͖̫̯͍̈́̍̃́͗͒а̘̰̂ͦ́͞р̢̢̯͕̠̈̋̊͛ͯ̿̔̉̐̕и͖ͣ̊̌ͭ̉ͤ̌̇̇͝с̧͓̩̲̦̙̩͇ͫ̾ͬͫ̍̉̃у̺̭̻̣̪͚̰̠̹̍̾ͪ͘͘͢й͍̝͎͎̙̻͉̂͗̾̃ͦ̔͜͠т̧͕̪͙̭̝͖̮̌͡е̶̡̳͓̝̤͕̟̙ͬ͒ͮ̊͘ ͍͕̒ͪ̿ͨ̓̄͘м́͒̑̍̓̆҉͔о̴̮̰̩̣͚̮̩͐͠е̮͙̗̱̙̣̥̒̓̎̈̋͊͊ͅй̳̻̻̪͍̙̌̿ͦ͟ͅ ̡̫̝̰̱͚͐̒͞ͅк̦̗̻̗̹͒͂̽͑̑̽̅р̥̩͙̰̰ͫ͒̓̾͛͘о̣͚̿͊ͧͩ͛̃̿̅͆͞в̧͇ͫ̍ͨ̔ͅи̸̼̜͉̙̩͓͉͆̿̊̂͋̈́̑ͮ̚͡͞ ̧̟̜̟̼̂,̪̰́͆͞ȁ̴̸͕̻͉̯̼̬̰̯͇̇̂̉̽ͧ̾ͮ͡l̉̐͗ͩ̏̂̚̚͏͕̟c̷̦̬̈̃ͮ͊ͯͯ̃̑͢h̟̠̺̮̤ͪ̕o̴̴̮͚̹͖͕̝͋̐̈́͑̿͗̓̾l͙̃͊̔ͬ͐͂ͨ̇͒́̕ͅ ̧͕̠ͦͧв̳̪̼̺͈̠͍̬̞̌́н̥̫̟̯̉ͪͅу̷͙ͮͪͭ̋ͦ͛͆͡т͍̤͔̤̟̙̥̂ͦͧ̅ͨр̢̜̝͎̳͓̹̋̑̌̎͐ͭи̵̘͕̖͕̣̰̯̻̓͛͗̎ ̡̡̫̘͓͈̫̤̭̱ͭн̘̩̰̥̗̤̭̰ͩ̃͢͟͞е̴̫ͤ̃̄͒̽ͧ̔̾͡е̵̯̤̹̘̟͖̼͒ͦ͐̔̍͝ ̢̩̲͙͙͕͂̎͐,̸̖̲̫͔͔̥͚̲͐̌͗̋̉̃̑̑ ͖̭͔̪̤̩̦̹ͨͪͮ́̑ч̑̄҉̸͏̩̼͚̘т̯̔̋ͅо̨̢̱͙͕̙̟̭͈̒̌͗͝ ̩͖̗̥͔̙ͩ͛ͮ̾̆п̶̶̦̭̠̗̪̝͕ͪ̇ͬ͐͋̄̒̉̕р̠͍͕̗̎̄ͬ́ͮͧи̨̍̒ͭ̅̀̿̚҉͓͔̣̘͕͖̖т͖̪̈́͒ͤу͍̜̫͔͖̼́̾̾̉̕͠п̲̪̥͍͆͐̌ͥ͟͟͡лͮ̀ͫͪͤͪ͊ͨ͏̢҉̘͖̗̘̹͕я̵͚͚̠̘͉̼͓ͪͯͪ̒́́ͅе̯͎̤̲ͨ̾̇̑ͨͩͧ͑ͩт̴̢̠̳̝̈̿ͣ̏́ ̨͓̪̪̙͕̫̓̑ͧ͡м̸̭̝͚͓ͦͮͪ͘ё͎̓ͨ̇͂̓͛ͮ͠н̷̨̓͂҉̹̥̰я̪̩͚̘̪̦́͋ͪ͛̃̽̒ ͮ͋ͤ̔̅ͭ͋ͯ͏̫̼̺.́̓̑̇ͣ̈́̀͌͘̕҉͇̘̩
Reciting something in a lost tongue, a stream of colourless liquid was drawn out of the wound. Hirhan's tone immediately changed, becoming his normal, unslurred voice.
"Perfect, I impress myself. Allow me a moment, I must capture it."
The stream flowed behind Ralf, tailing him like a banner waved by a charging cavalryman. Ralf heard the sound of a jar being unscrewed as Hirhan willed the pure alcohol into it. Once it had settled he sealed the jar shut, thrusting it into his bag.
<Exits to The Gates of The Citadel>
"Most men drink for the thrill of it. I pursue my own ends. See, obtaining pure alcohol is rather difficult to do, and I would be loath to extract it from an unwilling participant."
Looking back, Hirhan saw more men in pursuit.
"Oh, it looks like out friend has brought company. Can you run any faster, or will I need to deal with them?"
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Meryn Digrazia
Dedicated
Arch-Argentarius of The Imperial Bank of Ivelius
Roleplay posts: 119
Age: 55
Physical Description: Male, 5'11, somewhat athletic build. Meryn is aging, though in decent shape. Black but greying hair, gold eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: A weathered traveling cloak, several tunics, trousers, a leather pack, a covered cart, a hammer, several fancy hats, trading goods. A crossbow. several pouches, one of which contains local coinage, another foreign. He owns (but does not carry) several storehouses of goods, 14 boats (12 merchant ships: seven barques, 5 galleon, one fishing boat, one smuggler's pinnace.), and six shops.
Player's online availability : On occasion.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 7:16:28 GMT -8
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Post by Meryn Digrazia on Aug 29, 2015 9:20:36 GMT -8
It was in the grand bazaar that Meryn met his contact. The Digrazia Trading Company's Free City branch was a cozy little shop near the corner of the market that sold cheap necessities at a rate that was just under that of domestic competition. Entering through the door to the establishment, he nodded to the man at the counter who's expression indicated a certain amount of fear and awe.
"I will need the back room."
He entered the office, a cozy place overflowing with ledgers. Like at home . It wasn't long until his first spy arrived. A burly looking spice-monger by day, the man's cover allowed him access to the best gossip from the Free City's Upper class, along with a vantage from which to record the events of the city. The man took some time describing to arrival of the Solarian Refugees, along with the delegation from Aaedan and some woman from Asgeir. Interesting .
He would start simply. Reaching into the office's desk he acquired some paper, onto which he wrote a note. He would send someone to deliver it, someone sneaky.
Our homelands may be overrun, but the nation persists. I write to warn you of impending danger, Marcus Plautis....
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Strike-Fist
Established
Assassin of TPS
Roleplay posts: 15
Registered: Aug 17, 2015 17:54:52 GMT -8
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Post by Strike-Fist on Sept 15, 2015 17:42:20 GMT -8
In the midst of the Bazaar, a man garbed in common Free City garbs strolled about. He had no way to know who contacted him till he made eye contact. As an assassin, he had heard of places that could be considered the underworld of the city.
His first choice would be that of Meryn's. He didn't know he was here or he was who he needed, but he knew to come here. He'd take a look around before moving to the man at the front.
"I need some answers... my resources tell me your the man with the plan here, or at least one who knows who the man with the plan is. I'm looking for a new arrival to town with wealth. They may hold a noble face, but their desires differ... Any clue where I could find this person in this bazaar?"
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Meryn Digrazia
Dedicated
Arch-Argentarius of The Imperial Bank of Ivelius
Roleplay posts: 119
Age: 55
Physical Description: Male, 5'11, somewhat athletic build. Meryn is aging, though in decent shape. Black but greying hair, gold eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: A weathered traveling cloak, several tunics, trousers, a leather pack, a covered cart, a hammer, several fancy hats, trading goods. A crossbow. several pouches, one of which contains local coinage, another foreign. He owns (but does not carry) several storehouses of goods, 14 boats (12 merchant ships: seven barques, 5 galleon, one fishing boat, one smuggler's pinnace.), and six shops.
Player's online availability : On occasion.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 7:16:28 GMT -8
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Post by Meryn Digrazia on Sept 16, 2015 17:29:04 GMT -8
The man eyed Strike-Fist suspiciously.
"You match the description. Upstairs, to the right. Talk to no one until he reveals himself."
He gestured to a staircase leading upstairs. Reaching under the desk he would retrieve a small medallion, which he handed to the assassin. Strike-Fist would pass a few patrons of the store before finding the office upstairs. The room was a mess: books laid splayed across the floor, and the place smelled of stale food and sweat. The titles were varied: they covered everything from the social structures of the beastfolk empire to the Free City's exports of wheat. On the desk was a note, written in bold black letters. "Close the door, then press the gem on the medallion."
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Strike-Fist
Established
Assassin of TPS
Roleplay posts: 15
Registered: Aug 17, 2015 17:54:52 GMT -8
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Post by Strike-Fist on Sept 16, 2015 17:37:23 GMT -8
"Gotcha'." Strike-Fist spoke to the man before heading off.
When Strike-Fist reached the room with the note. He'd read it quickly before eating it. His highly acidic interior would consume the paper and anything that was on it before it would have a chance to even hit his throat.
He'd turn behind him, close the door, and lock it. Following that he'd begin picking up papers and such with information, read them, and eat it. In a matter of minutes, he'd probably consumed a few hundred papers and got information, both useful and useless.
Once he was done rummaging through the room, he'd take the medallion and press the gem on it. If he returned to this room, he'd repeat his actions. He really didn't care about anyone knowing he done anything in the room. He'd kill them and eat them if they wanted to try anything.
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Meryn Digrazia
Dedicated
Arch-Argentarius of The Imperial Bank of Ivelius
Roleplay posts: 119
Age: 55
Physical Description: Male, 5'11, somewhat athletic build. Meryn is aging, though in decent shape. Black but greying hair, gold eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: A weathered traveling cloak, several tunics, trousers, a leather pack, a covered cart, a hammer, several fancy hats, trading goods. A crossbow. several pouches, one of which contains local coinage, another foreign. He owns (but does not carry) several storehouses of goods, 14 boats (12 merchant ships: seven barques, 5 galleon, one fishing boat, one smuggler's pinnace.), and six shops.
Player's online availability : On occasion.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 7:16:28 GMT -8
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Post by Meryn Digrazia on Sept 16, 2015 18:09:28 GMT -8
The gem would pulse. sending a ball of light out of the gem in a sphere. It would stop at the walls before subsiding. A few moments later Meryn would appear from a side door. He looked incredulously at Strike-Fist, then his desk, then back at Strike-Fist. He looked awful: deep bags hovered under his eyes, and his hair was wild and untamed.
"What the hell did you do to my books?" He shook his head, rubbing his eyes.
"No matter, I won't ask. They are replaceable. Most of them."
He took a seat behind the desk, grunting in frustration. Those were very, very expensive books. Some of them were heirlooms .
"You are already trying my patience, so I will be brief. I need you to stage a false-flag operation in order to draw The Free City into a full-blown war with the beast-folk of the Norkari mountains. You are to infiltrate the mountains and attempt to assassinate the Draxis Lord Enlidil. On his corpse you are to leave this, a message."
An ornate dagger was pressed into Strike-Fist's hands. There were no markings on the blade, but a well versed smith would recognize it was fine Free-City steel. The pommel was a large ring from which a ribbon had been wrapped: the colors of the Free City.
"Do you accept?"
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Strike-Fist
Established
Assassin of TPS
Roleplay posts: 15
Registered: Aug 17, 2015 17:54:52 GMT -8
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Post by Strike-Fist on Sept 16, 2015 18:55:22 GMT -8
"Shit, that's easy. That's like asking me if I can scratch my ass. There's no attempt to it. So what do I get out of it?" Strike-Fist responded as he took the dagger and examined it.
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Meryn Digrazia
Dedicated
Arch-Argentarius of The Imperial Bank of Ivelius
Roleplay posts: 119
Age: 55
Physical Description: Male, 5'11, somewhat athletic build. Meryn is aging, though in decent shape. Black but greying hair, gold eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: A weathered traveling cloak, several tunics, trousers, a leather pack, a covered cart, a hammer, several fancy hats, trading goods. A crossbow. several pouches, one of which contains local coinage, another foreign. He owns (but does not carry) several storehouses of goods, 14 boats (12 merchant ships: seven barques, 5 galleon, one fishing boat, one smuggler's pinnace.), and six shops.
Player's online availability : On occasion.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 7:16:28 GMT -8
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Post by Meryn Digrazia on Sept 17, 2015 18:10:48 GMT -8
"Gold, though not on my dime. Hence the insistence on no negotiation around the exact volume of coinage. A friend of mine with plenty of gold to spare deemed he had too much of it. Hard to match gold with the things you want. That is where I come in, a middleman. You get to keep that medallion too: powerful magic. When it is active, no one in the room you are in can hear you unless you intend them to hear you. Doesn't work outdoors. Will that suffice? The exact amount of gold is non-negotiable. You already know it."
The man was clearly in something of a rotten mood. The gold offer that accompanied the contract had been generous, especially considering the task itself. That much gold could buy magical gear, a mansion in the city, or a few politicians. Enough to live in luxury for years... or to live very well for life.
"Take it or leave it. Your call."
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 19, 2015 15:57:44 GMT -8
Vain walks around, dragging Andraste with him.
"I've never been out to a bazaar before. What fun! There's jugglers, trained bears, fried things on sticks...oh look, there's a pie seller! I haven't had any pie in years!"
He stares at the pie seller for a while, then looks at Andraste with pleading eyes.
"Do you have any money, by chance? For pie?"
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244 
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 19, 2015 16:44:40 GMT -8
Andraste reluctantly goes along with Vain. This sort of thing isn't really her "scene", and while she keeps her calm smile the entire time, internally she's not having a ton of fun. When he pleads for money, she gives him an odd look. It's easy to forget he's taken the souls of many people over the years when he looks at her like that, but she won't let his nature be forgotten. "Well, you'll need to pay me back somehow, as that is the way one must deal with your kind, but here," she consents with a light sigh, pulling a gold piece from her coinpurse and flipping it at the incubus.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 19, 2015 16:48:41 GMT -8
"Oh, don't worry. I'll pay you back alright. Somehow."
He gives her suggestive eyebrows, then heads off to buy some pie. He comes back with two, and hands her one. They're rather small, meant for one.
"There we go! Cherry pies! I figured you might like cherry because you're dressed in red and everything. Also, cherry tastes good."
He takes a bite of his.
"Mmm...that's sweet."
He looks at her, and seemingly concentrating on her face.
"You don't really seem to like this place...where do you wanna go? Huh? And eat your pie, it's good when it's hot."
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 19, 2015 16:59:08 GMT -8
Andraste rolls her eyes, but she can't help but let out a small, and surprisingly adorable giggle at the demon's suggestion. She has to be careful with this one, she thinks, as she regains her composure. "I have never been one for overly crowded places," explains Andraste. She takes a bite of her own pie. It is quite enjoyable, although her expression remains unchanged as she eats. "I would prefer to go, yes," she continues once she swallows, before looking aside to think of a way to more easily coerce him. "To...uh...spend some more time together. Somewhere more...private, perhaps," she continues, her cheeks turning slightly pink. She doesn't mean a word of it of course, she tells herself, but the best way to get an incubus or succubus to go along with one's plans is to get them to think lusty thoughts.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 19, 2015 17:02:06 GMT -8
Vain grins.
"Somewhere else? More private you say? That sounds like just my thing! Where do you want to go? Your office is private, but it's so dull there. I feel like I'm going to fall asleep and turn into dust."
He thinks for a moment, an exaggerated look of pondering on his face.
"Hmm...maybe head out to the woods? Or to the inn? I think there was an inn somewhere here..."
He chews on his pie happily.
"Or somewhere else? And thanks for the pie. It's good."
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 19, 2015 20:19:50 GMT -8
"Ah...well, you are welcome," responds Andraste, before thinking for a moment. "Well, what exactly is there to do in a forest? Inns are far too crowded for my liking. Also, I would like to test this binding, which would be very...suspect in the company of other humans. But if I cannot break it, we are sure to be stuck together for a very, very long time. And, I'm afraid that if you're bound to me, you will be unable to steal my soul for your own nefarious plans. Surely, that is reason enough for you to try and break it?" She looks about as she speaks, making sure her voice goes unheard or unnoticed by the people surrounding them. She doesn't want anyone to know she's bound herself to a demon. That would be very...damning. No pun intended.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 19, 2015 20:24:32 GMT -8
Vain looks up from his pie.
"Hmm? Steal your soul? What did you say? I suppose that's true, so we should probably try to break this binding. Unless you want to let me bring people back to your place and steal theirs while you read your books or something. Anyhow, there's lots of things you can do in a forest..."
Again, he gives her the suggestive eyebrows.
"And what exactly do you mean by nefarious plans? I'm not nefarious! Do I look nefarious to you?"
He gives her an innocent look, making him look somewhat like a small puppy.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 19, 2015 20:28:09 GMT -8
"Yes," responds Andraste flatly. "You know...perhaps it would be best for my soul not to break the binding," she continues, before her face turns up into a very uncharacteristic grin and she says, similarly uncharacteristically, "and besides, it means I get a hot male companion who cannot leave my side. It sounds like a win to me." She returns to her normal demeanour, then.
"Anyway, let us go now. We will...uhm...what is something 'romantic' one does?...Watch the stars, yes. That will work. We will watch the stars," says Andraste resolutely.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 19, 2015 20:32:49 GMT -8
"Oh, you'll see some stars alright..."
Vain grins.
"And that means I get to hang out with you more! Yay! It's not like I need to steal souls to survive. It's not like I eat them or anything, it's more like a day job. If we get enough, we get promoted."
He puts his arm around her, again. He's seen how rare it is for her to smile and act like that, but he doesn't yet know exactly how rare.
"Where do you wanna watch the stars, huh?"
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