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 18:33:10 GMT -8
Billy nods.
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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 18:55:17 GMT -8
Renalt nods.
"One wants to become stronger, another wants to eat a dragon. Both very strong reasons. Now, let me tell you the tale of why I became a dragonslayer:
It was fifty years ago. I was only fifteen then, a mere boy, nothing more than the local sugarsmith's apprentice. This was back in the old days, when dragons would just attack villages and steal the treasure. Sacrificing young women to the beasts was a common practice. I dunno if it worked or not, but we did it anyway because it was traditional and it made sense. In a stupid kind of way. Anyhow, I was sitting in my master's shop, learning how to forge a chocolate claymore. It was magical, watching him work. Ah, how I miss old Master Choc. Crazy as hell, but I miss him. Anyways...back to the story. Where was I? Ah yes, the chocolate claymore. The master was pouring the chocolate when it came. A huge beast, covered in shining red scales. It tore through my village. People were screaming, houses were on fire, swords were being drawn. And all the time, Master Choc was so calm, so collected. He finished the blade as the village burned, only pausing to slap me when I became hysterical. He ground it to a razor's edge within minutes. I couldn't believe it. The finest chocolate blade I'd ever seen, done in record time. And the master...I'll never forget what happened next. He lifted the blade high and he said to me, he said 'Watch me, Renalt. Watch as I prove to the world that chocolate is a viable battle implement.' He was a brave, brave man. Crazy as a bat, but brave. He charged out the door, blade held high. I was scared. I hid inside the shop, peeking out the window. He ran straight towards the beast, and thrust the blade, the wonderful, flawless blade, into the dragon's side! The sword...it shattered. The dragon turned and swallowed Master Choc in an instant, like you would swallow a piece of peppermint. No ceremony. No monologue. Nothing. He didn't die a warrior's death...he barely died any death at all. One moment he was there, the town's savior, the next moment he was gone. The dragon flew away, and I climbed out. I was numb. I could barely stand. I walked up to where it happened, where the wondrous blade lay in pieces. They were melted. The heat from the dragon's flame had melted it. That sword was the finest thing my master had ever made. It was the pinnacle of his life's work. And it had been destroyed, melted to an unrecognizable brown lump, with as little ceremony as how my master had died. I swore, then. I swore to find the creature, and all of its kin, and destroy them. I swore to not give them honorable deaths, but quiet ones, deaths that nobody would write about. I didn't want them dead, I wanted them gone. Forgotten. Extinguished from people's memories. I went to the blacksmith that very day and purchased a sword, with what little money I had. I left at dawn, and never looked back."
He coughs.
"Anyhow, I killed dragons for about fifteen years as my main source of income until my son Richard was born. I didn't want to risk him growing up without a father, so I hung up my blade and opened up a candy shop. That's what I've been doing for the past thirty years. So...have you guys heard of any dragons around lately?"
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Registered: Nov 16, 2024 11:32:07 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 18:59:19 GMT -8
Ashley stared at the man after hearing the story, a raised eyebrow of confusement. She shook herself out of it.
"W-w-wait, let me.....let me understand this....your master tried to kill a dragon....with candy?" She reiterated, not believing the words she said.
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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 19:04:11 GMT -8
Renalt shrugs.
"Yeah, he was a crazy old coot. Brave as a tavern full of drunken berzerkers, but crazy. He would get drunk and go on these long rants about how it was all a conspiracy between the steel companies and the military, and how correctly made chocolate was stronger and sharper than even the finest dwarven blade. Complete madman."
He crunches on a piece of butterscotch nonchalantly.
"Alright you two. First job: Go out and look for news of dragon sightings. Go. Shoo. Come back when you have something. I've got a business to run here."
He makes a dismissive shooing motion with his hand.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 11:32:07 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 19:11:20 GMT -8
"I'll bring back the head, if you'd like." Ashley said as she walked out of the store.
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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 19:42:05 GMT -8
Billy follows Ash, wiping away the tears from the touching story while munching on the pepper fudge thingy he was given. "What a noble warrior..." he moans, a string of snot quickly sucked back to it's home.
"Shit, that was something fucken precious... alright, where do we go from here?"
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Registered: Nov 16, 2024 11:32:07 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 19:48:16 GMT -8
"Honestly, I was hoping he would tell us where the dragon is....I wouldn't know where to start."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 22:07:45 GMT -8
Time Skip
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A few hours after leaving, Ashley ran back into the shop.
"Dragon!" She yelled, out of breath. She stopped for a moment to breathe before continuing.
"Sir, there's a dragon by the eastern river post! Hurry!" She called.
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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 22:25:46 GMT -8
Billy, carrying something large wrapped in a hide tarp and his mouth stuffed with sausage, comes running around the corner. 'Asking around' he said he'd do. His rucksack jingles and his feet go pitter patter on the stone street.
"Mmmf? Mmrlly?!" He muffles, chewing with great haste.
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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 7, 2015 6:54:11 GMT -8
Renalt turns to Ashley, putting down the licorice bows he was tying.
"Whoa there. Calm down, girl. Easy, take a deep breath. Where is this dragon you speak of?"
He picks up his cane and walks in front of the shop.
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Sept 7, 2015 7:46:06 GMT -8
Kate had been running towards the candy shop in hopes of getting her some cheap fudge. It was her candy day, and since dad wasn't around anymore, she'd have to get her sweets by herself.
'Made it!' She thought to herself. 'Its not yet closed!'
However, her entrance was blocked by Renalt, who had been walking outwards. The collision that followed, was inevitable.
"OOMPH!" Her petite built smashed against him, sending her reeling to the ground. "Owie..." She stood up in a sitting pose, her red ribbon now hanging crooked. " *sigh* The things I do for fudge..."
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Registered: Nov 16, 2024 11:32:07 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 7:59:54 GMT -8
"No time! Just follow me before he gets away!"
Ashley dashed back down to the eastern river, hoping the others would follow.
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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 7, 2015 8:07:30 GMT -8
Renalt stops.
"I'm sorry miss, the shop is closed. I have a dragon to fight. Unless that's what you're here for. If so, follow me."
He runs after Ashley.
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Sept 7, 2015 8:12:38 GMT -8
"Ah! Oh o-" and they are off... "-kay? Hey! I just wanted sum fudge? Please! It's my candy day!"
Kate fumbles after the others, crashing into a pumpkin salesman on the way. "Oh, buggers! Sorry!"
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Registered: Nov 16, 2024 11:32:07 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 11:01:52 GMT -8
Before the dragon attack
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A young girl, couldn't be older than 6 or 5, runs into the store. Her bouncy stance and her beaming smile lit the room up as a man in his 30s came in after her.
"Okay, Eli, okay..." He said with a chuckle before gently grabbing his hand. The girl continued to bounce excitedly.
"Now you get ONE piece of candy, understand? Don't want you getting too hyper."
The girl looked at him with her giant golden eyes. Soon enough the man sighed.
"Fine, TWO pieces. But no more! I am putting my foot down on the candy restrictions! We shalt curb this Candy Rebellion here and now!" He said in a playful manner. The girl took off and walked around the store, looking at the various sweets for just the right piece to take 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 10, 2015 11:13:23 GMT -8
Renalt walks around the counter to greet his customers.
"Welcome! What can I get you today? Looking for anything in particular, or just browsing? Can I interest you in a sample?"
He beams at the little girl and her father.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 11:21:22 GMT -8
"Not too sure what she's in the mood for, but I think I'll take a piece of marble fudge if you have it." The man said as he leaned on the counter. The girl grabbed one of the larger jars filled with malted milkballs. The container was larger than her head, and possible weighed twice as much, yet she was able to hold it effortlessly.
"Honey, that's not one piece," The man said without looking back, "That's many pieces in one jar. Put it back, please."
The girl began to pout angerly but remained silent.
"Eli, language."
The girl sighed and put the jar back, continuing to look around for something else.
"sorry, she loves candy. She's been a good girl with helping me in the store so I thought I'd reward her and- Elicia, the barrel is not made of chocolate!"
The man turned around to look at Elicia, who was carrying a barrel twice her height, filled to the brim with sweets, with a single hand. She pouted.
"No it isn't. I know chocolate when I see it, honey, you can't fool me." The man said with a chuckle. "Put it back."
The girl sighed and gently put the giant barrel down, climbing over it to look inside but not actually entering the barrel.
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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 10, 2015 11:26:13 GMT -8
Renalt looks a bit surprised at the girl's strength, but disregards it. He passes Marcus the fudge.
"Kids will be kids, eh? I have two of my own. Here, try that and see how you like it."
He watches the girl with interest.
"Lotta energy, that one."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 11:33:14 GMT -8
He took the piece and chuckled.
"Yeah, she's my little doll. I probably messed up a couple ingredients but I say she turned out the way I had hoped. The strength thing was a surprise. Turns out a little bit of silver mixed with drake's root gives them super strength. Who knew, right?" She said casually. Elicia walked up to him and tapped his leg, holding out a jawbreaker and a piece of licorice.
"Oh, interesting choice! I didn't know you liked licorice."
The girl wrapped the jawbreaker in licorice and mimed putting the entire thing in her mouth. Marcus laughed.
"Brilliant. Alright, so let's see...marble fudge, some licorice, and a jawbreaker. How much will that be?"
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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 10, 2015 11:37:38 GMT -8
Renalt doesn't blink at the man's strange words. He is a customer, after all.
"Four silver coins for the lot. And I'll throw in a peppermint stick too."
Renault packs the candy and a generous slab of fudge into a paper bag and hands it to Marcus.
"Here you go, sir. Have a nice day."
What a strange man. And his child...weird. Renalt retains a cheerful smile throughout, however.
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