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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2016 23:51:29 GMT -8
Kematian stared at Moon with some surprise. Pride swelled in him for her incredible ability. She was cute, fun, and perceptive, not to mention her memory was spot-on. He grinned widely, like when he had seen her for one of the first times. Yes. She was unlike any other. She was the best. He shook Mister Giordo's hand and thanked him for his services. Then he looked to Moon, eyes bright, and said, "And thank you, too." Kematian then planted a kiss on her cheek. Just daring to do so gave him adrenaline.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537 
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Apr 22, 2016 9:39:47 GMT -8
Moon looked quite pleased with the way this meeting had gone. Kematian was soon to be in possession of a new door, and she got to speak to someone she liked. Win-win! She had just turned toward Kematian and was about to suggest they leave when she unexpectedly received his thanks - and a kiss to her cheek. Her bright eyes widened in surprise, and she looked up at him, her cheeks aflame. So bold in public! Then she grinned. "Anything for you." Encouraged by his own boldness, she tilted her head up a bit and gave him a kiss in return, one just barely on the corner of his lips. Drawing away with a loving smile, she stepped back and gave his hand a slight tug.
"Do you want to head home? Err, your home, I mean. We could always wander around the bazaar for a little while. Oh, that reminds me, I was going to ask if you wanted to have dinner with me? I learned a new dish shortly before I err.. went on my little adventure.. and I'd like to make it for you. If you want. Or we could do it another night. If you'd rather have some time to yourself. I'm okay with whatever, really." Moon was babbling again. She realized this, and accepted it. Kematian just had that effect on her, it seemed. But as long as she was there with him.. she was happy. Babbling or no.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2016 0:31:54 GMT -8
Kematian was a little surprised by the kiss he received from Moon, but he was not about to complain. That little reciprocation of his display of affection was sweet.
So. Options. Dinner. Wandering. ... His house.
"Um... maybe we can do everything? But together. I'd like that."
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Apr 23, 2016 0:40:56 GMT -8
Together? Moon lit up at that single word, and she smiled shyly up at Kematian. How could she still be shy with him after the night they'd shared? It was probably because she was so used to being told that her presence wasn't wanted, or needed. "Really? That's.. wonderful. Alright. So, I'll get what I need." Pulling Kematian along with her, she headed toward the area of the bazaar where the food vendors clustered. Grabbing a basket from one, she towed him from stall to store, chatting with the merchants in a friendly manner as she selected items and exchanged them for coins that she kept pulling out of an inner pocket of her vest.
A green pepper, an onion, a small pouch of rice, a packet of some exotic-smelling spice, and a paper-wrapped package of sliced beef went into the basket before she was satisfied. All during this, she was constantly reaching out to touch Kematian and smiling at him, engaging him in conversation in between shops, as though she were afraid that he would disappear at any moment. Finally, after she had everything she wanted, she noticed the angle of the sun overhead, and nodded. "It's been almost an hour. We should head to your house and wait for Mister Giordio."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2016 1:07:36 GMT -8
He could tell how glad she was by staying together. It only reinforced his will to stay by her side to the end. He smiled. He was getting very used to smiling.
Kematian engaged with Moon in conversation, asking after every ingredient and still marveling at her ability to blend in at the Bazaar. When she had finished and suggested they head to his house, he nodded. After they installed the door and had dinner, he'd invite her to stay with him there.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Apr 23, 2016 10:13:30 GMT -8
His agreement made her grin, and then Moon took Kematian's hand again and pulled him along.. to his own house. Wasn't this backwards? Bah, who cared! She enjoyed being with him too much to comment on it. And so off they went, for a new door, and time together, and eventually delicious food!
<Exit to 77 East Alley>
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Jax Fleetfoot
New
Got ya wallet!
Roleplay posts: 7 
Age: 13
Physical Description: A short child, poor, but not unkempt. He reaches only 5 foot 3, thin but not spindly. He has condensed muscle, this being acquired from his ability to be very good at running away; having to do this frequently due to his pickpocketing habits.
He has nimble and dexterous hands, callused and small, these traits having been created by his beforehand mentioned 'troublesome' childhood. He of course uses this to great effect when he goes dipping in pockets, or breaking into houses.
He has short brown hair, always combed; he cares dearly about his looks, as his mother once did - he does this as a way to remember her. He has brown eyes, sharp and striking despite their seemingly soft exterior.
Clothes and Equipment: Upon his head he carries a red bandanna, which he changes to a host of other bandannas, seemingly randomly. This bandanna typically gives him the name of the 'Bandanna Bandit' throughout the places he traverses. He enjoys being called by his criminal 'pseudonym'.
He wears a short blue tunic of sorts, banded with a yellow pattern. Underneath he carries leather armour, compact and worn, such a thing would be very effective at absorbing blunt impacts, but falls short with sharp weaponry.
Below his tunic, he carries brown-cloth trousers of a kind. The trousers are very voluminous, designed in a way which would have to be tied down upon the belt region and around the bottom of the calf, where it would meet with the knee.
He carries knee-high leather boots, obviously used well for travel and running. Sigils can be found upon the boots, giving the boy increased mobility and make the boots less prone to wearing.
Player's online availability : GMT +8
Registered: May 9, 2016 23:51:48 GMT -8
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Post by Jax Fleetfoot on Jun 2, 2016 23:03:08 GMT -8
How many wallets had he snagged?
He sifled through them.
24!?
I need more! 30!
He darted through the marketplace, carefully snaking his hands into many-a pockets. He was pristine, placid, his face unchanging. His guise made his craft that much more of a breeze. Isra has the silliest folks! They never expect a thing! Haha!
His trance was intensifying, drawing him into a frenzy. He couldn' be stopped, intoxicated by the thrill of his thievery. He was without a care in the world. His feet had perfectly calculated steps, his torso swiveling as he dodged from side to side, nigh superhumanly. He molded the crowd, herding his victims into the perfect location before dipping into their pockets.
25, 26.
He would eat like a king tonight! He must be the richest kid in the world! He grinned, flashing his teeth, in a gaping, toothy smile, breaking his zen state. And no-one shall stop me! He reveled in his accomplishment, filled with glee.
3 more to go; unless he was stopped.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 2, 2016 18:41:01 GMT -8
After a good walk, Ildesias Xen Torsal entered The Grand Bazaar and immediately found himself in awe at the spectacular amount of trade being conducted. Isra had always been a hub for trade since it became the place to move your family in the aftermath of the cataclysm, yet it never failed to amaze him just how many shops, stalls and traders were running their businesses from dawn 'til dusk!
"Is there anything you want while we're here?" He asked his companion Sariandi, beginning his walk through the crowds with a smile on his face. "I think I might take a look at some of more unusual stalls. You never know what you'll find on one of those things, you know?"
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Sariandi Osoria
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: You're better off not knowing.
Physical Description: A buxom and curvaceous Elven beauty, Sariandi is lightly muscled and of average height. She has fair skin and the lightly pointed ears of her race, with golden hair that falls to mid-thigh, framing delicate features. At least, that's how she looks most of the the time; sometimes she becomes a four-foot-long sword with a rune-inscribed blade and a sweeping winged crossguard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Sariandi wears revealing clothing that enhances her assets in various shades of blue, gold, green, and brown (with the occasional red or purple, it really depends on her mood). She carries no equipment or weaponry.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 0:04:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sariandi Osoria on Jul 2, 2016 18:55:01 GMT -8
The first thing that hit Sariandi as they entered the bazaar was the sound. It was bustling with so much activity it nearly hurt her ears. And then she smelled it. She had no idea what that tantalizing aroma was, but it ignited something within her. She tilted her head up, sniffing inquisitively at the air in an attempt to locate the source of the scent.
"Do you smell that? I cannot even determine what it is, but it smells delicious." That was her response to Ildesias' question, and it was paired with an inquisitive glance at him. It was.. sweet, whatever it was. Sugary? Perhaps chocolate. She couldn't be sure. But as Ildesias well knew, one of her few weaknesses was that she had a powerful sweet tooth. Sifting through the crowd, she tried to seek out the source of the smell.
"Go on and search for your oddities, Ildesias. I will find you once I have acquired some of whatever is creating that amazing scent."
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 3, 2016 12:28:38 GMT -8
Ildesias laughed, then left her to her dessert hunting with a wave of his hand and a joking call of, "don't eat too much. You never know when you're going to need to run a few miles at top speed, you know!"
Still Ildesias was rather hungry himself, perhaps he should go and pick some food up to fuel him for the day he had ahead of him! He veered off in a different direction to Sariandi, instead moving to where the food was a little more savoury and cooked. He knew just what he fancied for his lunch and 'lo and behold, they had it!
"Elven bread!" He almost gasped at the stall-owner, immediately pulling out some money and handing it over in return for a large piece. Elvolas, as he knew it from his childhood, was bread made by his ancient and now almost extinct peoples. It was savoury, yet had the slightest sweetness to it while the texture was a perfect balance between bread, biscuit and cake. As customary, it came wrapped in a beautiful green leaf of dark green from the starlight plant, which helped preserve and amplify flavour.
It wasn't a popular food to outsiders. The unusual texture and the dash of sweetness mixed into the savoury made it a food that did not work well as part of a meal; it was something you ate on it's own and for that, most people grew bored of it. Yet when Ildesias was a commander, Elvolas was the food he gave his army - it was filling, packed with nutrition and a single large piece could last a warrior a week if he rationed it.
As such the elven man was extremely happy with his purchase. He had never imagined to find it there, yet it was cooked in a perfect and traditional way! With a big beaming smile on his face, he wandered through the bazaar and ate while his eyes glossed over the amazing amount of stalls on offer. Yet it was not until he reached the quieter edge of the area that he found himself stopping...
The stall was full of old scrolls, books and seemingly unidentified jewellery with a hint of magic to them. The old man who sat on the stall seemed bored, as though not many people even bothered to look at his useless collection of 'junk', much less buy from it. Yet Ildesias knew immediately that a treasure was on that stall.. And he couldn't help but move closer to investigate.
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Sariandi Osoria
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: You're better off not knowing.
Physical Description: A buxom and curvaceous Elven beauty, Sariandi is lightly muscled and of average height. She has fair skin and the lightly pointed ears of her race, with golden hair that falls to mid-thigh, framing delicate features. At least, that's how she looks most of the the time; sometimes she becomes a four-foot-long sword with a rune-inscribed blade and a sweeping winged crossguard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Sariandi wears revealing clothing that enhances her assets in various shades of blue, gold, green, and brown (with the occasional red or purple, it really depends on her mood). She carries no equipment or weaponry.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 0:04:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sariandi Osoria on Jul 3, 2016 13:09:29 GMT -8
It didn't take Sariandi long to find what she sought - fruits cooked and rolled in sugars and chocolate. Buying a small bag, she quickly went in search of Ildesias, using the soul bond to find him. She popped a chocolate-covered cherry into her mouth as she strolled up behind the Elven man, watching him with curiosity. Something had clearly piqued his interest, but what was it? She peered around him at the contents of the stall, which was peppered with bits of magic. Interesting. Had some trinket caught his eye?
"What has so greatly captured your interest?"
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 3, 2016 18:26:55 GMT -8
"I'm not sure yet. I guess I'll go and find out."
His words were spoken so idly to Sariandi it was as though he hadn't fully realized she had rejoined him again, yet he moved off away from her towards the stall before he really could. As he got close the old man behind it looked up from his book and gave a smile.
"Good afternoon ser!" The stallkeeper greeted, taking a swig from his bottle and then casting a lazy eye over his goods. "What can I interest ya in today?"
Ildesias' found himself oddly drawn towards a small lockbox and lightly picked it from the table with delicate fingers. When the stallkeeper saw this, he chuckled and put down his book. "That's funny, it is. I was given that and told someone who's had a great impact on the world would come along. That it would be part of his destiny or something," the stallkeeper said, giving Ildesias a good look over. "And now that I think about it, I recognize who you are, Lord Ildesias."
Upon hearing his name be called, Ildesias shook himself awake and looked up towards the stallkeeper. "I'm not Lord any more, just little more than a traveller. Can I see inside the box? It's locked."
The old man chuckled again. "I was going to try and sell it to someone as a cheap jewellery holder or something, but considering who you are I might as well admit that it's apparently worthless. Then when I consider who you are and what you've done for me and my family by founding this city, I'm going to let you have it for free," he explained as he dipped down behind his stall and came back up with a small, rusty key. He passed it over to Ildesias, who took it in one hand and prepared to push it into the lock but was stopped at the last second by the stallkeeper.
"Please don't open that here ser," he requested, giving a glance towards the woman who had been with Ildesias. "I don't want any part in the destinies of any great men such as yerself, plus for all I know it'll explode or something and I'd rather not be taken with it."
"Hm, I see. Well thank you! I'll be sure to come back sometime and let you know what's in here," the elf replied with a smile.
"That'd do nicely," the old man replied. "Oh, and be sure to tell your buddies to check out Oswald's Anomalous Oddities!"
Ildesias nodded, telling the man goodbye and then moving back over towards Sariandi. "How curious," he told her as he examined around the lockbox and slipped the key into the hole. "I wonder what's in here."
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Sariandi Osoria
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: You're better off not knowing.
Physical Description: A buxom and curvaceous Elven beauty, Sariandi is lightly muscled and of average height. She has fair skin and the lightly pointed ears of her race, with golden hair that falls to mid-thigh, framing delicate features. At least, that's how she looks most of the the time; sometimes she becomes a four-foot-long sword with a rune-inscribed blade and a sweeping winged crossguard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Sariandi wears revealing clothing that enhances her assets in various shades of blue, gold, green, and brown (with the occasional red or purple, it really depends on her mood). She carries no equipment or weaponry.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 0:04:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sariandi Osoria on Jul 3, 2016 22:48:10 GMT -8
A small twitched at the corners of Sariandi's lips as she watched Ildesias move over to speak with the stall's proprietor, her keen Elven ears easily catching the entirety of the exchange. So, a mysterious locked box said to be part of a great man's destiny. She arched a brow and slid a piece of sugar-coated orange into her mouth. Very interesting indeed. What could possibly be in the box that would be of any relevance to Ildesias or his destiny? Still eating the candied fruits, she said nothing at all until Ildesias meandered back over to where she stood. After absently licking some chocolate and sugar crystals from her fingertips, she chuckled, and spoke quietly.
"Are you certain you wish to open that here, Ildesias? It could explode." She teased him gently, eyes positively gleaming with mirth, as she quoted the shopkeeper's words to him once again. It was entirely unlikely the box would, in fact, explode, but the contents could be volatile in some manner. No doubt magically, given his interest in it to begin with, but she wasn't certain the Isran bazaar was the best place to be potentially unleashing some sort of magical surge. Regardless, she'd leave the decision up to him.. she'd made her warning, her job was done.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 4, 2016 15:40:32 GMT -8
Ildesias sighed in response to Sariandi, but eventually nodded in kind. "I think it was a joke, but now you've got me a little paranoid. Maybe we should take this somewhere else after all," he decided, slipping the box and the key into his cloak and then turning away from her to look down the side-streets nearby. They were at the edge of the bazaar now at least, so getting someplace quiet wouldn't take too much time.
"All right, let's go over there."
He moved away from the crowd, turning down into an alley and walking until the only thing around them were the rear ends of the nearby buildings. No-one was around that he could see or hear, so it was probably a decent enough place to check.
Taking the lockbox out, he placed the key into the hole and held it out in front of him. "I take it you're going to be standing back?" He asked, not yet turning the key.
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Sariandi Osoria
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: You're better off not knowing.
Physical Description: A buxom and curvaceous Elven beauty, Sariandi is lightly muscled and of average height. She has fair skin and the lightly pointed ears of her race, with golden hair that falls to mid-thigh, framing delicate features. At least, that's how she looks most of the the time; sometimes she becomes a four-foot-long sword with a rune-inscribed blade and a sweeping winged crossguard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Sariandi wears revealing clothing that enhances her assets in various shades of blue, gold, green, and brown (with the occasional red or purple, it really depends on her mood). She carries no equipment or weaponry.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 0:04:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sariandi Osoria on Jul 4, 2016 15:45:23 GMT -8
"A wise decision." As they walked, Sariandi was already gathering energy to put up a psionic shield. Just in case. And she was continuing to eat her candied goodies as they moved deep into that alley, the sounds of the city a very dull roar in this spot. Arching a brow at Ildesias' words, she scoffed quietly and moved to stand directly beside him.
"Hardly. I would rather die with you in some horrendous magical explosion than be forced to live alone in this barbaric modern era without you. I already tried that once, remember? It did not suit me." Her tone was dry, but there was an underlying hint of honesty and concern. Once she had enough energy built up, she formed a bubble around them that should contain any negative effects, magical or otherwise. ..Unless it was exceptionally powerful. Then it would at least dampen it a bit and save most of the surrounding structures.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 9, 2016 8:59:02 GMT -8
"Well, I'm sure we're simply being paranoid and silly and that we will be absolutely, perfectly fine!" Ildesias reassured, quickly turning the key inside the box before either of them could stop him. The lockbox hissed, some mechanical, perhaps clockwork contraption turning within until eventually the bar that locked the trap shut slid away so he could open it.
"See? That wasn't so bad," he answered with a slight grin before tipping the lid upwards and looking at the contents inside. This made him frown a little, his eyes looking over whatever the contents were until finally he decided to turn and walk to where Sariandi could peer in for herself.
"Well, I have no idea what to do with this."
Inside, velvet red cushions made a comfortable bed for a second key. The key head was shaped vaguely like an eagle in flight, while the handle thickened into a miniature sword hilt; complete with cross-guard and all, which was placed so far forwards that it seemed as though it was crucial for the unlocking mechanism of whatever door the key was for. "I don't suppose you've ever seen a lock that this would fit?"
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Sariandi Osoria
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: You're better off not knowing.
Physical Description: A buxom and curvaceous Elven beauty, Sariandi is lightly muscled and of average height. She has fair skin and the lightly pointed ears of her race, with golden hair that falls to mid-thigh, framing delicate features. At least, that's how she looks most of the the time; sometimes she becomes a four-foot-long sword with a rune-inscribed blade and a sweeping winged crossguard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Sariandi wears revealing clothing that enhances her assets in various shades of blue, gold, green, and brown (with the occasional red or purple, it really depends on her mood). She carries no equipment or weaponry.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 0:04:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sariandi Osoria on Jul 9, 2016 11:58:11 GMT -8
"Mm." Sariandi's lone response to his comment was a simple noise of acknowledgement. Yes, nothing bad had happened, but what did the box contain? Peering curiously into the now-open container, her brow crinkled in open bewilderment. What an odd looking key. She'd never seen anything like it before, but it was exquisitely made.. the question was, what kind of lock would it fit? Pursing her lips slightly, she lifted her gaze from the key to Ildesias when he asked his question, and shook her head.
"No, I have not. Very curious. Something this intricate must be unique. And unique things are often chronicled, when they are not secret. Perhaps we should do some research. This has the makings of quite the adventure." Her lips quirked into a smile and her eyes sparkled. That was the one time they'd really been able to enjoy themselves and indulge in a bit of carefree fun - when they were off adventuring. Exploring ancient ruins and deep caverns.. ah, to relive those days. ..In more than one capacity, no doubt, as there was a brief flicker of mischief in her gaze.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 9, 2016 12:51:18 GMT -8
"You know Sariandi," he told her, taking the key, wrapping it in some of the velvet cloth and slipping it into his pockets, "I have no idea what this might be for, but the only place we're likely to find out is in the citadel archives, or whatever they're calling that library now. I hope they'll still give me access!" He told her, laughing a little as he closed and locked the lockbox and placed it inside his cloak. "Here, you have the lockbox key," he added, placing the first key into her hand.
Why he was hiding the treasure inside his shirt, yet keeping the lockbox and giving her the key for it, who knew? Well, she would. It was an unnecessarily complicated series of precautions to protect something that wasn't even the real treasure. At least that way, a mugging wouldn't rob them of what might be quite valuable - if it succeeded.
"Well, I don't want to stand around on ceremony. I'm going to head straight there."
Ildesias carried on through the alleys until he reached one of the main roadways, then made his way towards The Citadel.
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Sariandi Osoria
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: You're better off not knowing.
Physical Description: A buxom and curvaceous Elven beauty, Sariandi is lightly muscled and of average height. She has fair skin and the lightly pointed ears of her race, with golden hair that falls to mid-thigh, framing delicate features. At least, that's how she looks most of the the time; sometimes she becomes a four-foot-long sword with a rune-inscribed blade and a sweeping winged crossguard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Sariandi wears revealing clothing that enhances her assets in various shades of blue, gold, green, and brown (with the occasional red or purple, it really depends on her mood). She carries no equipment or weaponry.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 0:04:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sariandi Osoria on Jul 9, 2016 13:19:37 GMT -8
"You created Isra. I am sure they will give you license to do damn near whatever you please." Taking the offered key, she squirreled it away into a small pouch around her hips, then smirked up at him. Curiosity was rampant now, Sariandi followed Ildesias toward the Citadel, easily keeping up with his longer legs due to excitement giving her the energy to speed up. It had been far too long since they'd had a proper adventure.
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Thaelyn Mortris
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 310
Age: 22
Physical Description: At 5'7", Thaelyn is just above average height for a woman, with a slender build that makes her just shy of willowy. Slight curves and a womanly shape keep her from looking boyish, if only barely. She has long red hair that falls to her knees, and rich crimson eyes that are usually filled with curiosity, set in a face with delicate features.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Thaelyn wears a set of white and blood red armor which is inscribed inside with a complex series of magical runes. This provides her armor with a strength that belies its lightness, as well as serving as a sort of magical buffer that wards off most spells. She also carries a spear, or perhaps it's a staff - she seems to use it as a combination of both, using it both to fight and to channel her own magical abilities.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 12:11:27 GMT -8
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Post by Thaelyn Mortris on Aug 15, 2016 13:09:31 GMT -8
After wandering the streets for a while with absolutely no idea where she was or where she was going, Thaelyn finally stumbled into the bazaar. Ahh, commerce! This, at least, was familiar. As she began to roam the stalls and stores, peering at this and that, her stern mask occasionally slipped, especially when something particularly pretty, shiny, interesting, or tasty caught her attention - then she'd lean in toward it, eyes round with fascination, and coo, squeak, or begin to babble, conversing with the shopkeep until such time as she remembered she was supposed to be a powerful, intimidating magey type. Then she'd straighten and resume wandering, trying very hard not to look impressed by anything she saw.
This cycle repeated itself every couple of minutes. Thaelyn wasn't very good at acting.
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