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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:10:44 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2015 21:52:19 GMT -8
A circular building made of marble with no roof. A statue of a wolf prowling sits against the wall opposite the entrance. The Statue is made of several pieces of carefully carved granite. Fur made of silver covered its back, shoulders, tail, and the top and sides of its head. Its eyes were silver with a green gem set in each one. A large altar sat before it, a few offerings, mostly to the departed, sat on the altar. The god of the moon was less praised than that of the sun.
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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 Nov 1, 2015 21:18:16 GMT -8
Roy walks in, looking around with interest. Such an ornate temple...now where is that Reynad? Roy was here to help his cousin find his little notebook, after all. He wanders about, looking for his cousin and listening for the slimy sound of Fitzgeralt, Reynad's pet...thing.
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Feydan Andals
Established
Looking for a lost tome
Roleplay posts: 21 
Age: 37
Physical Description: Middle aged elf.
Shoulder length Burnett hair.
Slender figure while still maintaining a decent height.
Slightly muscular figure. (Like a tennis player)
Has the tan only a seasoned adventurer would have.
Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor that appears to be quite weathered. Equipped also with a set of metal paulders.
Rugged boots that seem to be almost worn dangerously close to the base of the sole.
Using a backpack that looks to hold about 50 lbs. (sorry no conversions)
Equipped with a newly sharpened steel sword passed down from a lond dead relative.
Also has obtained a slightly splintered long bow that has let loose more than its fair share of arrows.
Player's online availability : Every few hours
Registered: Nov 5, 2015 9:21:57 GMT -8
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Post by Feydan Andals on Nov 7, 2015 7:53:03 GMT -8
Walking in Fayden looks around the ornate interior thinking to herself why some of the things in the room are designed the way they are. Little time for that though she thought, she was here for only one thing, this lost tome. After a late start at the inn this morning and getting lost on the way here she was a tad bit behind scheduling.
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Reynad Fletcher
Established
Wants to be the very best
Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A man in his early thirties, Reynad has the typical Fletcher family hair, white and short.
Clothes and Equipment: He dresses according to his stature, in fancy custom-tailored clothes. A notable accessory is an earring that has an engraving of a pentagon.
Registered: Oct 16, 2015 15:13:13 GMT -8
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Post by Reynad Fletcher on Nov 7, 2015 8:50:18 GMT -8
The doors of the temple slam open. In steps Reynad, boosting his fervent steps with his walking cane. He carried an aura of resolution, as well as a roll of paper, wedged to his armpit. Fitzgeralt was missing. The temple policy does not allow anything with tendrils to enter. Alone, one could think Reynad was just another wealthy patron to the temple. Arriving at the altar, he turned on his heels and spoke. “Cousin dearest, I’m so glad you could join me.” Reynad gave him a courteous smile, then extending his hand to Feydan. “And you too, madam! Very pleased to meet you. Reynad Fletcher, Zoologist extraordinaire.” Giving a hasty bow he clapped his hands. "Now then! I trust you read the notice? I have summoned you, for a man of notable menace has stolen something held dearly by yours truly.” With a swift motion, Reynad rolled open the paper. Inside, there was a portrait of a man, carefully drawn with ink. He didn’t seem particularly menacing, only a bit senile.  “This man is Klaus Herzog. Headmaster of the College of Nightmares. He has always envied me and my accomplishments, and thus, plans to ruin my life’s work by setting it back 32 years.” Reynad fixed his collar nervously while mumbling. “That would be quite a setback…” He rolled up the paper and threw it to Feydan. “Let's talk a bit about preparation, hm? Now, what qualifications do you have? I know my cousin has some training in magic, as well as some… Sanguinary habits… But what about you, miss..?" |
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Feydan Andals
Established
Looking for a lost tome
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 37
Physical Description: Middle aged elf.
Shoulder length Burnett hair.
Slender figure while still maintaining a decent height.
Slightly muscular figure. (Like a tennis player)
Has the tan only a seasoned adventurer would have.
Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor that appears to be quite weathered. Equipped also with a set of metal paulders.
Rugged boots that seem to be almost worn dangerously close to the base of the sole.
Using a backpack that looks to hold about 50 lbs. (sorry no conversions)
Equipped with a newly sharpened steel sword passed down from a lond dead relative.
Also has obtained a slightly splintered long bow that has let loose more than its fair share of arrows.
Player's online availability : Every few hours
Registered: Nov 5, 2015 9:21:57 GMT -8
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Post by Feydan Andals on Nov 7, 2015 15:10:54 GMT -8
Mr. Reynard, my qualifications for this task will hopefully suit your requirements . They are not varying by a large amount but those that I do have are in a more skilled manner than found with common mercenaries. I am able to weild a single blade with a fine fineness and more than capable of taking out enemies from a fair distance.
My downsides however reside in my inability to cast anything invested in the common art of magic, besides maybe the most novice healing spell. I have never been trained in my years only learning from self practice. Now if my abilities are up to your standards then I would wish to proceed with the task at hand.
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Reynad Fletcher
Established
Wants to be the very best
Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A man in his early thirties, Reynad has the typical Fletcher family hair, white and short.
Clothes and Equipment: He dresses according to his stature, in fancy custom-tailored clothes. A notable accessory is an earring that has an engraving of a pentagon.
Registered: Oct 16, 2015 15:13:13 GMT -8
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Post by Reynad Fletcher on Nov 8, 2015 0:46:54 GMT -8
"Very good.” From within his jacket, Reynad pulled out two cotton bundles, each having a black pellet wrapped inside them. ![]() ![]()  “These are darkballs. The name is a work in progress. They should work in getting you two to the college quite safely. Now, your physical bodies will stay here in the temple under my tender care, but your spirit will detach and enter the realm of nightmares through means that are too complicated for you to understand.” Reynad handed one for each of them. They were surprisingly warm to touch. “Now, when you enter, don’t believe anything. This is very important. Remember, it’s technically just a dream, so you should be able to control it, if you are able to read the logic behind the world. Understood? The more you know about the headmaster, the more you are able to morph the world, since he is the one who created it, after all. Find him, and you will find my catalogue." Taking a step back, Reynad shielded his mouth and nose before continuing. “Now, to use the pellet, you must crush it in your hand and inhale the residue. This will make you fall asleep, and wake up at the college entrance. You should be able to take your equipment with you, don’t worry. You’re going to be fine. Just fine.” Reynad gave the two a thumbs up, as he loped behind the altar. |
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Feydan Andals
Established
Looking for a lost tome
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 37
Physical Description: Middle aged elf.
Shoulder length Burnett hair.
Slender figure while still maintaining a decent height.
Slightly muscular figure. (Like a tennis player)
Has the tan only a seasoned adventurer would have.
Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor that appears to be quite weathered. Equipped also with a set of metal paulders.
Rugged boots that seem to be almost worn dangerously close to the base of the sole.
Using a backpack that looks to hold about 50 lbs. (sorry no conversions)
Equipped with a newly sharpened steel sword passed down from a lond dead relative.
Also has obtained a slightly splintered long bow that has let loose more than its fair share of arrows.
Player's online availability : Every few hours
Registered: Nov 5, 2015 9:21:57 GMT -8
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Post by Feydan Andals on Nov 8, 2015 6:43:57 GMT -8
Feydan crushes the pellet in her hand and falls to the floor in a heap. It feels like an out of body experience with your conscience being ripped out of your body while the physical form remains.
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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 Nov 8, 2015 9:00:55 GMT -8
"Huh?"
Roy looks at the pellet suspiciously. He's never done anything like this. Never tried fairy dust with all the cool kids. He's the very definition of a "good boy." He looks to Reynad for reassurance.
"You sure about this? And why aren't you coming with us? Fitzgeralt can guard our bodies."
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Reynad Fletcher
Established
Wants to be the very best
Roleplay posts: 30
Physical Description: A man in his early thirties, Reynad has the typical Fletcher family hair, white and short.
Clothes and Equipment: He dresses according to his stature, in fancy custom-tailored clothes. A notable accessory is an earring that has an engraving of a pentagon.
Registered: Oct 16, 2015 15:13:13 GMT -8
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Post by Reynad Fletcher on Nov 8, 2015 11:59:43 GMT -8
Reynad peeks from behind the statue by the altar. “Oh, worry not. The stuff is perfectly safe! Don’t you trust your cousin? Now get snuffing!”
The sentence ended on a rather commanding tone. Reynad wasn’t one to enjoy bickering. There were more pressing issues than his relatives irrational fear of unknown substances.
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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 Nov 8, 2015 12:22:33 GMT -8
"Fine, fine..."
Roy grinds up the substance carefully, trying not to spill any.
"You're absolutely sure about this, Reynad?"
He sighs, then holds the powder up to his nose.
"Here goes..."
He takes a deep breath, the powder vanishing off his hand. He's out before he hits the ground.
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College of Nightmares
Established
Tread carefully
Roleplay posts: 18
Registered: Nov 8, 2015 4:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by College of Nightmares on Nov 8, 2015 12:53:43 GMT -8
 The world around Roy and Feydan shifts and coils around itself. The wolf statue comes alive and eats its left hind leg. The stars melt together and form an unanimous nova that explodes, destroying everything that ever existed, or will exist. The pictures on the wall take arms and stab themselves, repeatedly while chanting: "Yes, YES!". A screech from the distance marks the end to the suffering, and the genesis of a world without pain. The last thing the two remember, is the feeling of being dragged. (OOC: This quest will continue tomorrow, on another thread.) |
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College of Nightmares
Established
Tread carefully
Roleplay posts: 18
Registered: Nov 8, 2015 4:26:48 GMT -8
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Post by College of Nightmares on Nov 9, 2015 11:25:06 GMT -8
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