Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259 
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jun 5, 2016 14:51:58 GMT -8
She smiled at him, grateful that he was not mad at her. She reached out and grabbed his hand, and blue tattoos flowed along, similar to the ones she had given to Vain.
"Here, since I can be in any river at almost any time, just use that to summon me next time you want some companionship while you are fishing. I doubt I will return to the Apparatchik River any time soon. I spent 800 years there, I want to see the rest of my domain."
Her tone was warm and cheerful, and she was excited at the prospect of travelling the world.
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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 Jun 5, 2016 21:04:55 GMT -8
"Oh!"
Roy looked down at his hand, surprised to see the glowing tattoo on his wrist. It was quite nice, being given the ability to contact Neva whenever. He liked her company, after all. He wondered briefly what Vera would think of the tattoo, then decided that she would probably find it kind of cool.
"Thanks, Neva! I'll be sure to bring lots of chocolate next time I go fishing! I hope you enjoy visiting all the other rivers and everything. Who knows, maybe you'll meet more dragons!"
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Post by tomasoflimestonehill on Jun 5, 2016 21:05:44 GMT -8
Tomas strides into the Violet Witch, waving and smiling at the patrons. He seats himself at a bench crowded with people, and sets his basket down underneath his seat. He sits next to Basacial and introduces himself. "I am from out of town," he explains. "And I need someone to show me around. Would you be willing to help me out? You'll get a free meal out of it," Tomas says, beaming at him and pulling a slew of gold coins out of his tattered coat pocket.
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Basacial, Demonlord of Greed
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Age: Negotiable.
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4, with the lithe build of a swordsmen, Basacial is an imposing sight. With his crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and massive bat like wings. He has features that were carefully constructed to be attractive. Long pointed ears, high check bones, and a powerful jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Impeccably dressed in the latest fashion, of hell. His favored weapon is his gold pen, which he can turn into a scythe.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
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Post by Basacial, Demonlord of Greed on Jun 5, 2016 21:37:38 GMT -8
Basacial idly sits in his chair sipping the red wine he had been brought. It was little better than swill, but he suffered through. Vain from the looks of things may have succeeded in seducing a dragon and the other incubus had run off. That left the Lord of Greed to his own devices. He had decided to linger over his wine and soak in the ambiance. It wasn't unpleasant sitting in a den of inequity and mortal sin.
Basacial's eyes absently flick to the child as he sits down. This was certainly unexpected to say the least. The demon looks at the pile of gold. The barest trickle of greed flashing in his eyes. He couldn't help himself of course, even if he was unfathomably wealth he always wanted more. Still he had slightly more dignity than to let a child strike such a deal with him. After all there was something he needed done and no one had done it yet.
"I'm afraid I am not eating young Tomas, the menu isn't too my... tastes. Still I think we could strike a deal. Let's call it a favor for a favor. I will show you around town and you will assist me with something afterward. Nothing dangerous or illegal I assure you. Just something I cannot do myself. How does that sound?"
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Post by tomasoflimestonehill on Jun 5, 2016 22:10:35 GMT -8
"Alright, let's go around and you can introduce me to people. Then meet me in the alleyways outside on sunday and bring everyone I meet, too, and I'll repay you all a favor."
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Basacial, Demonlord of Greed
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Age: Negotiable.
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4, with the lithe build of a swordsmen, Basacial is an imposing sight. With his crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and massive bat like wings. He has features that were carefully constructed to be attractive. Long pointed ears, high check bones, and a powerful jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Impeccably dressed in the latest fashion, of hell. His favored weapon is his gold pen, which he can turn into a scythe.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
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Post by Basacial, Demonlord of Greed on Jun 5, 2016 22:25:23 GMT -8
"Friends?"
The Demonlord chuckles at the notion. This was certainly a curious child, but one he could work with. After all the boy had just made a deal with a devil. The Demonlord extends his hand for the child to shake.
"Deal. I'll introduce you to my friends and you will do tenfold favors for me. Seems stunningly fair."
Ig Tomas shakes the deomns hand a flicker of magic would spark between them. The Lord of Greed usually preferred pen and ink to seal his deal, but the old ways worked just as well. The child would be bound to follow through on his word, or face all of the forces of hell.
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Post by tomasoflimestonehill on Jun 5, 2016 22:51:37 GMT -8
"Wonderful! I shall certainly repay you with something 10 times worth what you give me, should you introduce me to your friends. Let's head out to the street and meet these friends of yours!" Tomas smiles, shaking the demon's hand and gesturing towards the door. "We have no time to lose."
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Basacial, Demonlord of Greed
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Age: Negotiable.
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4, with the lithe build of a swordsmen, Basacial is an imposing sight. With his crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and massive bat like wings. He has features that were carefully constructed to be attractive. Long pointed ears, high check bones, and a powerful jaw.
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Clothes and Equipment: Impeccably dressed in the latest fashion, of hell. His favored weapon is his gold pen, which he can turn into a scythe.
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Registered: Feb 21, 2016 10:40:46 GMT -8
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Post by Basacial, Demonlord of Greed on Jun 5, 2016 23:10:17 GMT -8
"Yes let's get started. In point of fact I have no friends, so introductions are over. You should also pay attention to what people say. I said you would do tenfold favors for me. Note the plural, you will repay me ten times over for my kindness. Let me give you some free advice, when making a deal with a demon pay attention to the fine details."
Basacial grins maliciously at the child, then gives a laugh.
"Still don't worry too much. I am feeling generous today, since I got so much for nothing. I will show you the various shops around town and the people who live here. In regards to you repaying your debt, I will let you know what you need to do later. It won't be on Sunday though."
With that the demonlord gets to his feet and escorts the child out onto the streets. First stop would be the candy story he did so enjoy chocolate.
<Exit to Fletcher's Delectables.>
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jun 6, 2016 4:41:08 GMT -8
Her eyes glazed over as she seemingly looked off into the distance, orregardless of the walls and buildings of Isra in her way. There was one dragon, the Earthwarden. Neva had felt her power the moment she had awoken, the dragon's power was far beyond her own, and every plant or animal that touched her rivers had traces if this dragon's power in it. Neva would be paying her a visit next.
"I certainly hope so, I have sensed a presence in the Earth, another protector like me, I think I will visit her first, perhaps she can help me get a better feel for the state of this world. And Roy, if you ever need help and aren't in a river, summon me anyway and I will make all haste to you as soon as I am able."
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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 Jun 6, 2016 9:12:41 GMT -8
Roy nodded. He didn't want to trouble Neva, but it was comforting to know that she would try to help him if he was ever in trouble.
"Thanks, Neva! That's awfully nice of you. I hope you find the other dragon soon."
He crunched on a piece of chocolate, offering some to Neva.
"We should head out now if we want to get home before too late. Gauldin's a long way off."
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jun 6, 2016 9:51:11 GMT -8
She took the offered chocolate and beamed at him. He really was a genuinely nice guy. She gestured dramatically towards the front door of the Violet Witch.
"Lead on Roy! We should make it back to Gauldin by tomorrow."
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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 Jun 6, 2016 10:09:17 GMT -8
Roy smiled back at Neva and headed out the door. He was glad to have met her, she was very kind and pleasant to be around. As they headed out, Roy checked his hovering parasol one more time. It seemed to be floating nicely above him, keeping him comfortably shaded.
"Sounds good! It'll be nice to be back home."
Together, the two headed out of the city and off to Gauldin.
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Post by tomasoflimestonehill on Jun 6, 2016 14:13:48 GMT -8
Tomas smiles warmly at the demon. "Basacial," he said, "don't be so naive. I know perfectly well to pay PERFECT attention to the words I use when dealing with your kind. I am an aspiring preacher after all..." Tomas smiles again. "The favor will be repaid, as I said, tenfold by Sunday, no sooner and no later. As for your end of the bargain, you promised to introduce me to your friends. As you have none, I think it is only fair that I become your friend, no? In fact, I could even do you a favor, new friend."
Tomas smiles again at the demon, and opens his tattered cloak to reveal inner pockets full of gold.
"Stick with me, bud," Tomas says. "And you can have all of this. Now what say we head to the streets to see the city together?"
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 23, 2016 17:34:52 GMT -8
Iania led Talis Ragingstorm into the establishment and up to the barkeeper. This had been on eof two options as it pertained to lodging and meals, and that Midnight Sun place had sounded expensive.. and uptight. So it was that asking had led them here. Releasing her hold on Talis, she looked up at the barkeep.
"One room and two meals, please." Handing over some coins she'd traded gems for, she then smiled up at the man. He eyed her skeptically, but handed over a key and said that they could have their meals downstairs whenever they were ready. Iania thanked him, then gestured for Talis to follow her up the stairs and to their room - which was identified by the number engraved on the key. She slid it in and unlocked the door, then pushed it open.. and stopped cold. There was only one bed.
"..I should've specified a room with two beds. Too late now. I'll just make a pallet on the floor." Moving inside, she slung her pack, bow, and quiver down off her back and set them in a corner, before she began searching about for some spare blankets and pillows.
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Jun 23, 2016 18:39:24 GMT -8
Drops of rain begin to fall as they enter the tavern. Talis's mood has not improved, but at least it is stable. He continues to follow her after she releases him. He wonders why she insisted he stay with him, but he thinks he knows. She is just worried and she didn't need that. He doesn't even look around the tavern as she rents their room. When they enter the room he sees the one bed. It doesn't bother him of course. When they were kids they had slept next to each other when camping. Still if she didn't want to do that...
"No I will sleep on the floor. You paid for the room it is only fair."
Talis lays down on the ground, not even looking for spare blankets. He has a bedroll in his pack so he will set that up eventually, maybe, he didn't really want to. He was in such a melancholy mood.
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 23, 2016 19:01:04 GMT -8
Iania froze as Talis spoke and looked over at him, a frown marring her features. Abandoning her search for blankets, she moved to close the door, then crossed over to where he lay on the floor, and stood above him, hands planted on her hips. She was looking at him with an expression he should be familiar with - one that said she was about to do something that he probably wouldn't like. Then she leaned down and grabbed his hands, pulling on his arms until he sat up, whereupon she worked to remove his pack and any other equipment he may be wearing. Then she grabbed his hands again.
"Come on. Get up." The words were followed by a grunt of exertion as she began struggling to pull him to his feet. Not giving up until she was successful, she then steered him over to the bed and prodded him until he laid down upon it. No doubt he thought she would just leave it at that.. and he would be wrong. Kicking her boots off, she crawled over him and onto the bed, then sat with her back resting against the headboard, and opened her arms to him, curling her fingers in a beckoning gesture. Despite the stern expression on her face, her eyes were a soft, mossy green, filled with worry and affection. She'd always taken care of him.. nothing had changed about that, no matter how old they got, how far away from home they were, or how mad at herself she was for loving him.
"I don't know what's wrong with you, Talis, but I.. I hate seeing you sad. So if I have to hug the sadness out of you, that's what I'll do."
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Jun 23, 2016 19:30:17 GMT -8
Talis seems genuinely baffled by Iania's requests. Still he obeys her, getting his feet, slipping his bag off, and then laying down on the bed. His surprise is vocalized when she crawls over him. He looks at her as she beckons to him. She wanted to hug him. He really wanted to be hugged, but he doesn't think he deserves it. She was trying so hard to make him feel better and he only made her miserable. He looks into her eyes and says quietly.
"I just want to make you happy, but I only make you angry or I make you cry. It's okay Iania, you don't need to try anymore. You didn't want me to come, but I didn't listen. I thought that I could help you, but I can't I just make things worse. I make everything worse. You can have the bed, because I am going to leave. You can't start your new life while I am around."
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 23, 2016 19:37:03 GMT -8
Iania blinked, and looked at him wide-eyed, her arms falling to rest at her sides. Talis was being.. serious. Talis was never serious. And what he said... Her lips pursed into a frown as she shook her head, then began to speak softly.
"Don't be silly. I'm supposed to take care of you. I can't do that if you leave. So just.." She once again gestured for him to move in closer. He needed a hug. She needed a reason not to just lay down somewhere and give up. Taking care of him was the only stable point in her life right now, because she'd given up everything else. Talis was all she had left, and she didn't want to see him go.. though she'd never admit it aloud.
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Jun 23, 2016 20:06:01 GMT -8
Talis maintains eye contact as Iania speaks. Then he crawls over and curls up into her arms. He knows he shouldn't, but he needs the hug. His eyes close and he is silent for a long moment. His voice is small when he finally speaks again.
"I'm sorry. I can't do anything right."
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 23, 2016 20:24:35 GMT -8
As Talis moved over, her arms came around him, and she hugged him close. Tilting her head, Iania nuzzled her face into his hair, and closed her eyes. Why was she doing this to herself? Holding on to him like this was only going to hurt her in the end. She should just tell him to leave. But she couldn't make herself do that. Clenching her eyes firmly shut, Iania held him tightly.
"You do. You're my friend when no one else gave a damn about me. No one else came after me when I left. I know I yelled at you but I was wrong. I care about you, Talis, no matter what I may say when I'm mad." She huffed in embarrassment as she finished speaking, cursing herself for a fool for saying such stupid things. Why did she even do that? He didn't understand.. he never would. It just wasn't how Talis worked. Whether it was his brain or his emotions.. he didn't feel the way she did, and he couldn't.
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