Michael Zeliph
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Registered: Oct 1, 2015 14:37:35 GMT -8
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Oct 6, 2015 15:13:18 GMT -8
He turned around and saw the man walk. He kept to himself, seeing as Gwen was having a Grand old time with the kind and didn't want to intrude on her fantasies or so to be reality if things were going as he saw that they were. He took a slip of his drink again and leaned back on the stool of the bar, his back on the table top. He glanced over at Rani and saw that she was uncomfortable. Deciding to try and help her with the uncomfortable scene.
"You look just as uncomfortable here as I feel."
He smiled sheepishly.
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Rani
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Roleplay posts: 252 
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Oct 6, 2015 23:06:46 GMT -8
"Ya, I don't get it." Rani whispers to Micheal before taking another bite of chicken. She sighs and swallows the moist meat. She would lose herself in a noticeable trance for a while.
'Ancestors, I am confused. I have asked you before to explain to me dis ting I be seeing again. Why do ya ignore my question?' Rani consults her ancestors inside her mind.
'I not touchin dat one with a long stick, mon.'
'I don't tink ya be old enough ta be askin dat kina ting, Ranijarashi.'
'I was blinded in life, so ah can't see washu talkin bout.'
'I not gonna be da one ta teach her da birds and bees.'
'I'm a grown troll now!' Rani cursed her ancestors for denying her again.
'Ya body has grown, little Rani, but ya still a young soul. I have seen into ya future doe, ya gonna find ya ansa, but first ya gonna have a near death experience. Prepare ya'self, ya gonna have ta be strong Rani.'
Rani awakens from her trance with new knowledge in the form of a premonition. What could it be that will send her to death's door? She felt troubled now, if she is not prepared she will end up joining her ancestors in the afterlife. Rani looks around and remembers where she was, she hoped her astral projecting didn't worry anyone. She speaks to Micheal again, "Sorry, I was lost in thought. Did I miss anyting?"
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Gwenneth Barclay
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Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
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Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Oct 7, 2015 8:45:33 GMT -8
Gwen opens her mouth to address the queen issue once again, undoubtedly to stammer out some awkward response, but just at that moment, her Halfling companion gives her an out, and she takes it without so much as half a second thought.
"Oh! Thank you, Clem!" she yells back over, beaming brilliantly. Then, she turns back to Jorech and gives a deep bow again, speaking in gentle, soft tones, "I am sorry, my lord, but I really should get to my bath before the water gets cold. Uhm...I hope we can talk again, though!"
She turns to everyone else and gives a short bow too, before scurrying over to Clem and giving him a thankful smile and accompanying him back upstairs.
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Michael Zeliph
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Oct 7, 2015 9:02:38 GMT -8
He nodded and explained it to her.
"It is something called flirting. A way of showing a person you like that by subtle hints and gestures at times. It is a weird and uncomfortable thing to witness at times...as you know."
He said casually before taking a sip of his water. He saw her drift off a bit and shrugged it off and got some of the chicken and chewed it a bit. After swallowing, he heard he speak to him again. He turned his head back towards her.
"Yeah, I saw, no worries though. As for any thing new on the situation, not really....more flirting...and then she left to take a bath and the king got blocked from doing anything else with Gwen..."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2015 9:03:14 GMT -8
Clem nods her through before giving the king the smuggest of smiles and walking back upstairs with Gwen.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2015 9:04:55 GMT -8
Jorech nodded to Gwen, "I am sure we'll see eath other around the city." He noticed the halfing's smirk, but he was greatful for his interuption. He has some morbid business. Jorech turned to Gabriel, "So the real reason I came here before I was distracted..." The king tone grew sad, "I know that most of the Takans were at the plains." He sighed and pulled a medallion out. Silver with a raven imprinted on it. Jorech handed it to Gabriel, "I do beleive you are head of your house now."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2015 9:07:20 GMT -8
Gabriel took the amulet, a stoic expression on his face, "How many men died out there?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2015 9:19:40 GMT -8
"Far far too many. The Phoenix can say the same." Jorech chugged the mead Gabriel had prepared. "I have other families to talk to. Good luck." Jorech left the tavern.
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Michael Zeliph
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Oct 7, 2015 9:23:17 GMT -8
He turned to the man.
"I am sorry for your loss, I really am. I bet he fought bravely."
He knew their were no other words to comfort a him at this point in time. The two had just met and barely knew each other.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2015 9:48:42 GMT -8
The man looked down at the amulet in his hand, "They." He took a puff of his pipe. "132 Takans. The bulk of our house, high members of the military. Our strength as nobles." He balled his fist around the amulet and slammed the fist onto the bar. "My father, my mother, my borthers, my cousins, uncles, aunts." His eyes were glowing purple, "Taken by the Phoenix..." He had a slight snarl.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2015 10:32:09 GMT -8
Clem walked beside Gwen as they went back upstairs, keeping his hands in his pockets and slouching slightly.
"Found yourself a new boyfriend?" He asked her casually as they headed back to the bathroom. He let out a sigh and looked away.
"Look, uh..." He said with hesitance, "I know I can be tough to handle, and I know I get on your case, but....you're a good kid. I don't say it often enough, I guess. Don't....Don't change, y'hear?"
As they made it to the bathtub he leaned up against the wall outside the door.
"I'll be here if you need something, alright?"
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Michael Zeliph
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Oct 7, 2015 16:37:53 GMT -8
"I am so so sorry, sir...I really am...shall we feast in memory of them..or do you want to he alone?"
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Gwenneth Barclay
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Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Oct 7, 2015 18:06:37 GMT -8
"Boyfriend?" asks Gwen curiously to Clem, "What's that?" She appears to be completely serious. Things were a little different where she grew up. She ponders this for a moment, until Clem's voice breaks her from her thoughts again, and she listens carefully, turning aside to him and tilting her head as he speaks.
When he finishes, she gives him a bright, beaming smile.
"Oh, Clem," she says with a kind tone, "you don't have to tell me that! You've proven your acceptance of me many times with your actions! I appreciate it, though. Thank you, Clem." She leans down to give him a hug, wrapping her arms around him tightly and lifting him up slightly.
"I told you you were a sweetheart, Clem," she continues, matter-of-factly as she enters the bathroom. "Even if you yourself don't believe it!"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2015 18:20:46 GMT -8
Clem grumbled ineligibly as Gwen hugged him. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms until she eventually let go.
"Yeah, yeah....anyway, bath's getting cold. I'll be here if you need something." He said before going to lean on the wall near the door.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2015 19:11:38 GMT -8
@michael
"Eat up. This will be the last night I can relax for awhile. Being the new head of the Takans clan, I will be too busy." he sighed, "I will need someone to run the Tavern, I won't have the time."
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Post by Aaedanian People's Congress on Oct 8, 2015 6:26:19 GMT -8
The three individuals sat around the wooden table. Their mugs of ale clasped in their hands, they sat quietly. Until one of them, a woman in intricately woven yellow robes, spoke up.
"So it is agreed on this night, friends?" Ari the Djinni stated. "The king falls. And the people rise to the power they deserve?"
Another woman, with a dark cloak and pale skin nodded in agreement. Next to her was a man who looked slightly older. He had a slim and well kept white goatee along with short cut white hair.
"The people must take the power back from this tyrant." The pale skinned woman said to the others sat around her there.
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Michael Zeliph
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Registered: Oct 1, 2015 14:37:35 GMT -8
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Oct 8, 2015 8:10:28 GMT -8
He nodded a bit.
"Alright, to the brave warriors who fought and lost their lives this night. We salute you."
He raised his glass up before taking a sip from it. He set the glass down.
"Hmm...well...I hope you find someone...I would pffer, but I have no idea how to run a business and would run it to the ground. Not to mention I still want to travel around the land a bit. Sorry, Mr. Gabriel."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2015 8:24:56 GMT -8
"It's fine, I'll find someone." Gabriel Takans, his eyes still aglow with fury, "If I have my way, we will destroy the Phoenix for this."
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Michael Zeliph
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Oct 8, 2015 16:33:05 GMT -8
He nodded a bit.
"Though that sounds fitting, but there is one problem with it. Well...two. One hatred will only cause more hatred. Killing only leads to more killing. And in the end, where will that lead? Who will win in that? Two, revenge will eat you up. So calm down. If you continue down the vengeful path, it will devour you up and if we did have it your way or you try it yourself, it will not end well at all. So be happy it isn't your way, I don't want to see a man go down that path and kill."
He sighed and pulled out a pouch of coins and paid for the entire meal: Gwen's, Rani's, his, and what ever else wasn't eaten.
"But it isn't in my place to speak on this, just thought I would give so advice. And sorry to say it, but I am stuffed. I can't eat another bite."
He smiled a bit, a small bright something in this dark hour of mourning.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2015 18:08:45 GMT -8
"Young man... Have you ever killed someone? Anyone? I have. The barbarians have beat on Aaedan's gates since we came to this city. Hunted us and killed us. Wanted to wipe us off the face of the earth." He sighed, "And do you know why? They were afraid. Afraid of what the Aaede' tribe was growing into. Yet here we are stronger than we ever would have been if the barbarians simply joined us as it seemed our goal was back then. I know all too well what revenge leads to. I am exiled member of house Takans for a reason. Now I'm the best they got. I have to be better than I was."
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