Renalt Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 248 
Age: 65
Physical Description: Renalt is an aging, heavily muscled man. He wears brightly striped clothing, and has white hair and a magnificent beard. He smells of candy.
Clothes and Equipment: Renalt wears a striped apron and suit, and uses a walking stick with a sword in it. He also carries a large bag of candy wherever he goes.
Registered: Sept 5, 2015 13:59:20 GMT -8
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Post by Renalt Fletcher on Sept 5, 2015 14:15:52 GMT -8
 Owned by the elderly and eccentric Renalt Fletcher, Fletcher's Delectables sells only the finest homemade candy to anyone who stops by. They called him crazy for building a candy shop in such a troubled area, but hey. Soldiers want candy. And there's a lot of orphans and urchins around with a sweet tooth as well. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 16:43:27 GMT -8
A young woman in red walked into the store, holding a sheet of paper. She looked around the store but didn't remove her cloak.
"Um, hello?" She asked politely, "I was told to come here and ask for the...."
She looked at the sheet of paper again before speaking "-the pepper-flavored gummy dragon."
The woman raised her eyebrow and muttered under her breath. "Wait, is that real pepper flavor? That'll be disturbing..."
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Renalt Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 248
Age: 65
Physical Description: Renalt is an aging, heavily muscled man. He wears brightly striped clothing, and has white hair and a magnificent beard. He smells of candy.
Clothes and Equipment: Renalt wears a striped apron and suit, and uses a walking stick with a sword in it. He also carries a large bag of candy wherever he goes.
Registered: Sept 5, 2015 13:59:20 GMT -8
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Post by Renalt Fletcher on Sept 6, 2015 16:53:37 GMT -8
Renalt looks up from his toffee crunches.
"Oh, really? The pepper-flavored gummy dragon? Yes, of course. Right this way."
He leads the woman behind the counter and into a back room of the shop. The room is brightly lit, and is furnished very differently from the rest of the store. Whereas the shop is full of bright colors and sweet candy, this room is sparsely decorated. Against the wall is a weapon rack containing three swords, and in the middle is a table with a map of the continent pinned to it.
"I'm Renalt Fletcher. What's your name, miss? And what causes you to be so interested in dragon-slaying?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 16:58:10 GMT -8
"I go by the name Ashley." She said with a bow. "My reasons for dragon slaying are a bit more complex than simply killing them. For me, I wish to observe and control their power over fire."
She made a quick burst of flame pop from her hands, small and vanishing as quickly as it came.
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Billy the Swamp Elf
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 87
Physical Description: Very tall, very lean, and very dirty. Bill stands at 6'7" with a slim build and is very toned despite the thin frame. He is bald, his pasty body adorned in scars from various bites, claws, punctures and burns, and his tapered ears are mangled. His nose is crooked from being broken more than a couple times. While beady, his eyes are a bright blue. Despite the poor care, his basic facial structure still holds the classic "pretty" elf look, and while blown out, he doesn't look that old at all.
Clothes and Equipment: Is always seen in a pair of rugged brown denim Overalls and nothing else. He does not wear footwear, and thus his feet have long since become leathery and rugged. With his nomadic lifestyle, he travels relatively light. He has a cold iron kukri he keeps handy, a large, deconstructable, composite heavy crossbow he has built and maintains himself, and a hide rucksack that holds waterskins, rope, and basic outdoor survival gear.
Player's online availability : Hella
Registered: Aug 31, 2015 20:23:13 GMT -8
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Post by Billy the Swamp Elf on Sept 6, 2015 17:03:07 GMT -8
The trashiest elf this side of the plains bursts into the shop, one hand holding his two large bags, the other holding a crumpled flyer. He has sweat on his brow, dirt on his overalls, and fire in his eyes. He approaches the counter, his bare feet slapping on the wood floor. He looks up one way, and the other way. He knocks politely on the counter.
"'Owdy? Any'n home?"
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Renalt Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 248
Age: 65
Physical Description: Renalt is an aging, heavily muscled man. He wears brightly striped clothing, and has white hair and a magnificent beard. He smells of candy.
Clothes and Equipment: Renalt wears a striped apron and suit, and uses a walking stick with a sword in it. He also carries a large bag of candy wherever he goes.
Registered: Sept 5, 2015 13:59:20 GMT -8
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Post by Renalt Fletcher on Sept 6, 2015 17:05:03 GMT -8
"Oh...a researcher. I suppose you'll want to dissect the dragons afterwards?"
Renalt sighs. Kids these days. Dragonslaying just isn't the same. Oh well.
"That's better than no reason at all, I suppose. What sort of skills do you have that might be useful? Besides that little fire trick of yours. Are you fireproof?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 17:07:13 GMT -8
"Dissecting? Hardly. The best experience is to fight one, not to look at its guts. Fireproof? I suppose so. I would have to be in order to use my fire magic after all. Also, do you have a flame of yours handy? I would like to show you something."
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Renalt Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 248
Age: 65
Physical Description: Renalt is an aging, heavily muscled man. He wears brightly striped clothing, and has white hair and a magnificent beard. He smells of candy.
Clothes and Equipment: Renalt wears a striped apron and suit, and uses a walking stick with a sword in it. He also carries a large bag of candy wherever he goes.
Registered: Sept 5, 2015 13:59:20 GMT -8
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Post by Renalt Fletcher on Sept 6, 2015 17:15:41 GMT -8
"A flame? I suppose so..."
Renalt pulls a lantern down from the ceiling and hands it to her.
"Is this enough? If not, there's the furnace I use to melt the sugar..."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 17:22:39 GMT -8
"It'll do." Ashley said as she raised her hand. She flicked her finger, which caused the flame inside the lantern to burst upward a little. With a second flick, the flame rose from the wick and left the lantern. Ashley continued to orchestrate the flame's movement with her finger, moving it in circles and around Renalt with the greatest of ease.
"See, I don't just create fire..." She said as she continued the fire's dance before putting it back into the lantern. The flame went back to normal, as though nothing happened. "I can control it. If a dragon attempts to breathe fire on my allies, I can at least push it away to provide them some protection."
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Renalt Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 248
Age: 65
Physical Description: Renalt is an aging, heavily muscled man. He wears brightly striped clothing, and has white hair and a magnificent beard. He smells of candy.
Clothes and Equipment: Renalt wears a striped apron and suit, and uses a walking stick with a sword in it. He also carries a large bag of candy wherever he goes.
Registered: Sept 5, 2015 13:59:20 GMT -8
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Post by Renalt Fletcher on Sept 6, 2015 17:25:13 GMT -8
"Oh, now that's something interesting. Yeah, you're in. That's really useful. Now hold up a moment, I think I've got a customer out front."
Renalt goes to the store front and looks around, spotting Billy
"Why hello, sir. What can I do for you today?"
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Billy the Swamp Elf
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 87
Physical Description: Very tall, very lean, and very dirty. Bill stands at 6'7" with a slim build and is very toned despite the thin frame. He is bald, his pasty body adorned in scars from various bites, claws, punctures and burns, and his tapered ears are mangled. His nose is crooked from being broken more than a couple times. While beady, his eyes are a bright blue. Despite the poor care, his basic facial structure still holds the classic "pretty" elf look, and while blown out, he doesn't look that old at all.
Clothes and Equipment: Is always seen in a pair of rugged brown denim Overalls and nothing else. He does not wear footwear, and thus his feet have long since become leathery and rugged. With his nomadic lifestyle, he travels relatively light. He has a cold iron kukri he keeps handy, a large, deconstructable, composite heavy crossbow he has built and maintains himself, and a hide rucksack that holds waterskins, rope, and basic outdoor survival gear.
Player's online availability : Hella
Registered: Aug 31, 2015 20:23:13 GMT -8
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Post by Billy the Swamp Elf on Sept 6, 2015 17:29:07 GMT -8
Boredom growing and thirst for romanticism shriveling, Billy leans on the counter, tapping on the fine wood to improvisational songs like it were a drum. "Bah Bah ba-da-ba-da-ba-da-ba-da Bah bah..."
He looks up. The owner. What candy did he wan- WAIT! FOCUS!
"I'm here for your..." he says, uncrumpling the paper and struggling to read the directions. "Peh... pehp.."
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Renalt Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 248
Age: 65
Physical Description: Renalt is an aging, heavily muscled man. He wears brightly striped clothing, and has white hair and a magnificent beard. He smells of candy.
Clothes and Equipment: Renalt wears a striped apron and suit, and uses a walking stick with a sword in it. He also carries a large bag of candy wherever he goes.
Registered: Sept 5, 2015 13:59:20 GMT -8
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Post by Renalt Fletcher on Sept 6, 2015 17:35:07 GMT -8
"Peppered chocolate! My latest creation! It's very popular, especially with the southerners for some reason. Here, try a sample."
The aging man grabs a small pair of silver tongs and picks up a square of chocolate, dropping it into the elf's palm. Red flecks dot the smooth dark brown.
"Or were you here for something else? Fudge, perhaps? It's very popular."
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Billy the Swamp Elf
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 87
Physical Description: Very tall, very lean, and very dirty. Bill stands at 6'7" with a slim build and is very toned despite the thin frame. He is bald, his pasty body adorned in scars from various bites, claws, punctures and burns, and his tapered ears are mangled. His nose is crooked from being broken more than a couple times. While beady, his eyes are a bright blue. Despite the poor care, his basic facial structure still holds the classic "pretty" elf look, and while blown out, he doesn't look that old at all.
Clothes and Equipment: Is always seen in a pair of rugged brown denim Overalls and nothing else. He does not wear footwear, and thus his feet have long since become leathery and rugged. With his nomadic lifestyle, he travels relatively light. He has a cold iron kukri he keeps handy, a large, deconstructable, composite heavy crossbow he has built and maintains himself, and a hide rucksack that holds waterskins, rope, and basic outdoor survival gear.
Player's online availability : Hella
Registered: Aug 31, 2015 20:23:13 GMT -8
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Post by Billy the Swamp Elf on Sept 6, 2015 17:40:10 GMT -8
Bill looks at his hand, blank expression.
"Uhh.."
He looks back at the paper. A finger under the sentence to help. "Pep.. red, pep red fla.. flavored guh- er, jummi bear. Pep red flavored jummi bear." He says the last bit confidently. "Please. Thank ya."
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Renalt Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 248
Age: 65
Physical Description: Renalt is an aging, heavily muscled man. He wears brightly striped clothing, and has white hair and a magnificent beard. He smells of candy.
Clothes and Equipment: Renalt wears a striped apron and suit, and uses a walking stick with a sword in it. He also carries a large bag of candy wherever he goes.
Registered: Sept 5, 2015 13:59:20 GMT -8
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Post by Renalt Fletcher on Sept 6, 2015 17:44:36 GMT -8
"Oh...so you're no ordinary customer. Coming in asking for the peppered gummies, I like that. Come with me."
Renalt leads Billy behind the counter and to the back room, where Ashley awaits and plays with fire.
"What's your name, son? I'm Renalt. That's Ashley. What sort of skills do you have that might be helpful?"
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Billy the Swamp Elf
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 87
Physical Description: Very tall, very lean, and very dirty. Bill stands at 6'7" with a slim build and is very toned despite the thin frame. He is bald, his pasty body adorned in scars from various bites, claws, punctures and burns, and his tapered ears are mangled. His nose is crooked from being broken more than a couple times. While beady, his eyes are a bright blue. Despite the poor care, his basic facial structure still holds the classic "pretty" elf look, and while blown out, he doesn't look that old at all.
Clothes and Equipment: Is always seen in a pair of rugged brown denim Overalls and nothing else. He does not wear footwear, and thus his feet have long since become leathery and rugged. With his nomadic lifestyle, he travels relatively light. He has a cold iron kukri he keeps handy, a large, deconstructable, composite heavy crossbow he has built and maintains himself, and a hide rucksack that holds waterskins, rope, and basic outdoor survival gear.
Player's online availability : Hella
Registered: Aug 31, 2015 20:23:13 GMT -8
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Post by Billy the Swamp Elf on Sept 6, 2015 17:55:10 GMT -8
He holds a hand out, delivering a iron-grip handshake. His hands are strong and calloused, and oddly warm.
"A pleasure. Immma call you Ren. S'alright Ren? I'm William. Friends call me Billy, 'cept Keith. He calls me Shit stain. I don't like Keith. Pa called me William though. Mom called me Will. Reckon you'll just call me Billy though."
He coughs, releasing Ren's hand.
"I'm a hunter. Been hunting since Pap kicked it. A little before that, actually, because he taught me th' trade, but you gettin' what I mean. Mom n' Pop tol' me I was the sharpest shooter they'd seen." He says smiling with yellow teeth. "They killed a Lotta men. So I think that flattery held sum weight."
He scratches his bald head, not sure what to say next. He turns to Ash, drops his bags, and awkwardly takes a bow while extending his hand. "Howd-er, afternoon madame."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 17:56:42 GMT -8
"Um....pleasure to make your acquaintance." She said, bowing as well but not returning the handshake. She couldn't shake the feeling she's seen this elf somewhere before but she was unable to figure out where.
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Renalt Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 248
Age: 65
Physical Description: Renalt is an aging, heavily muscled man. He wears brightly striped clothing, and has white hair and a magnificent beard. He smells of candy.
Clothes and Equipment: Renalt wears a striped apron and suit, and uses a walking stick with a sword in it. He also carries a large bag of candy wherever he goes.
Registered: Sept 5, 2015 13:59:20 GMT -8
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Post by Renalt Fletcher on Sept 6, 2015 18:01:34 GMT -8
"Alrighty then. Now that we've made our introductions...Let's begin. If someone else comes in late, nuts to them, I'm not doing this over again. Billy, we'll start with you. Why do you want to hunt dragons?"
Renalt gestures towards Billy with his cane, and passes around a bag of chocolates.
"And don't tell me it's just for the discounted fudge. Although it is very good fudge, if I do say so myself. Worth fighting a dragon for? Well...maybe."
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Billy the Swamp Elf
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 87
Physical Description: Very tall, very lean, and very dirty. Bill stands at 6'7" with a slim build and is very toned despite the thin frame. He is bald, his pasty body adorned in scars from various bites, claws, punctures and burns, and his tapered ears are mangled. His nose is crooked from being broken more than a couple times. While beady, his eyes are a bright blue. Despite the poor care, his basic facial structure still holds the classic "pretty" elf look, and while blown out, he doesn't look that old at all.
Clothes and Equipment: Is always seen in a pair of rugged brown denim Overalls and nothing else. He does not wear footwear, and thus his feet have long since become leathery and rugged. With his nomadic lifestyle, he travels relatively light. He has a cold iron kukri he keeps handy, a large, deconstructable, composite heavy crossbow he has built and maintains himself, and a hide rucksack that holds waterskins, rope, and basic outdoor survival gear.
Player's online availability : Hella
Registered: Aug 31, 2015 20:23:13 GMT -8
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Post by Billy the Swamp Elf on Sept 6, 2015 18:20:28 GMT -8
He stands up straight and stuffs three pieces of fudge into his mouth. "Ah fo' gah ya a-ket" he replies, muffled by chocolate. He holds up a hand, gesturing to wait while he chews.
A good 45 seconds later, he makes a final swallow. "Cuz ah' ain't eaten a dragon yet. Or killed one... or seen one Fer that matter. My old man had one, he tol' me. Named it Aries he said. Told me they're a beauty, and shoot, I'm in town. I'm packin the muscle, I can go the distance. I think I can take it."
He seems very confident with this reason..
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Renalt Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 248
Age: 65
Physical Description: Renalt is an aging, heavily muscled man. He wears brightly striped clothing, and has white hair and a magnificent beard. He smells of candy.
Clothes and Equipment: Renalt wears a striped apron and suit, and uses a walking stick with a sword in it. He also carries a large bag of candy wherever he goes.
Registered: Sept 5, 2015 13:59:20 GMT -8
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Post by Renalt Fletcher on Sept 6, 2015 18:23:11 GMT -8
Renalt, too, is pleased with his response.
"Of course! That's as good a reason as any. Although you'd think they wouldn't taste good, would they? Too tough and lizard-y. So, Ashley. One more time for Billy here. Why are you hunting dragons?"
He passes the candy bag to her.
"Try it. It's good. And it'll motivate you to stay alive because you'll always know there's delicious sweets in the world."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 18:28:49 GMT -8
Ashley takes the bar and takes a bite of it, chewing and nodding to affirm the taste.
"As I was saying before, I hunt dragons to become stronger. One of my goals is to learn from them and improve my skills with my magic. And I feel the best way to learn from them is to fight them."
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