Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152 
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 9, 2015 22:28:57 GMT -8
"I think I can help you there...although I will need to call in a favour or two. I may as well assist my cousin in quickly fixing the door, as well," responds Raena, gathering up the pieces of the cloak, before closing her eyes and beginning to chant in a language that makes one's very skin crawl, crashing against one's psyche like a rogue wave against a rock face. Just listening to it makes one want to tear their hair out. It seems, however, that Raena is used to it.
"Void," she begins, "E xyzyypw uai, zwydsyl ty ef swez sety ab fyyk." she pauses for a moment, shakily regaining her breath before continuing, the very effort of speaking the words appearing to cause her stress, "Ef okkeseaf, lyhoel qwos woz xyyf xlanyf." For several moments after she finishes, nothing happens. Then, all of a sudden, the world around them turns pitch black and all the sounds of the world disappear, even those that one does not consciously listen to. The experience is, to say the least, disconcerting. Then, a deafening voice breaks the silence, made up of innumerable shouts and whispers speaking in unison, speaking in the same grating language as before, "UAIL HLOUYLZ WOFY XYYF OFZQYLYK" After what seems like an eternity, the surroundings of the two return to normal, and they stand within a city street, a sign nearby marking it as "Snuggle Lane". Back at the Inn, the door has repaired itself after being engulfed in some sort of immense darkness, appearing even better than it had been before. However, the process seems to have taken a great toll on Raena, who collapses to a knee suddenly, spitting up blood. "I...am fine..." she answers preemptively, as red drips from her mouth.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 22:33:23 GMT -8
Wendy jumped back in horror at the sight she just witnessed.
"I'm suddenly regretting my decision to leave the Grove....." She said, terror in her eyes. They started to walk down the lane, learning very quickly the name is ironic. The streets are unkept and filthy, rats skittering across carrying trash from nearby cans as they run. People sit in the streets, diseased and possibly insane. The windows of the buildings are broken and offer no protection from the elements.
"U-uh, so....what the hell w-was that, anyway?"
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 9, 2015 22:46:20 GMT -8
Raena is able to stand after several moments, and follows Wendamari down the land, wiping her chin off with her armoured forearm and flicking the blood onto the ground beside her. Anyone who witnessed the translocation would likely be in equal parts shock and fear of their life. That sort of transport tends to do that.
"That was your salvation," answers Raena, cryptically, before changing the subject. "What kind of deranged city planner named this street 'Snuggle Lane'?" she reiterates, seeming none to amused with the irony of the name.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 22:53:28 GMT -8
"Hey, I didn't name it, I just followed the guy down here." She said as she recoiled from what appeared to be a leper trying to grab her with his teeth.
"I thought this city didn't have a crime rate.....damn, I don't remember where it was....hang on, I want to try something."
Wendy formed a large claw on her back out of the water that rose above her. She knelt down and began to examine the road, placing the tip of the water claw on the ground and moving it around slowly. Parts of the claw lit up as it passed over parts of the ground. She slowly began to move forward, feeling the ground as she walked. Suddenly she stopped in front of an alleyway and stood up, pointing down the dark path to the left.
"I think it was here..." She said as she walked into the alleyway and started to look around for a small blue pouch.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:55:07 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 14:04:27 GMT -8
An Archidon sat next to Roxanne, a bottle of Golden Fire in her hands. "Well... The barkeep said this is for you. Now what exactly did the theif let you know?" The look on her face was stern, and visibly annoyed. Chasing the drow through over half the city tends to piss people off.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 14:13:25 GMT -8
Roxanne, now relaxing again in her bath. looks up at the Archidon.
"I'm only tolerating you because you're bringing me a drink. Gimme that."
She takes the bottle and pops it open, taking a gulp.
"Some dark-skinned woman broke in while I was in the bath. I chased her out into the hall, then my cousin came up and fixed my door with magic. I dunno where the thief went. Now go away please."
She takes another swig.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:55:07 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 14:25:58 GMT -8
Gabriel went to get a new cask of boose from the behind the tavern. "What..." He scratched the back of his head, observing several smashed barrels of mead and dragon prints wetting the walkway toward the Palace. "Dragons... Why the king lets them into the city I don't know!" He threw his hands in the air and went back inside, visibly agitated.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 14:29:34 GMT -8
The Archidon squinted her eyes at the foreigner. "You know, that would may your cousin, and possibly you linked to the crime. Aaedanians don't have jails. We have work camps and gallows." The Archidon stood. "Don't try to leave the city until this is taken care of. We will find you if you do." The Archidon leaves Roxanne alone. The Archidon and her men exit the tavern and fan out.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 14:32:25 GMT -8
"He could've waited until I was out of the bath..."
Roxanne drinks the rest of the bottle in the bath, then soaks for a little longer and goes to bed. In the morning, she goes downstairs to look for Raena. She orders breakfast and some gin to kill the hangover.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 14:49:13 GMT -8
"What the hell is gin?" Gabriel asked when Roxy placed her order.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 14:54:55 GMT -8
Roxanne shakes her head.
"You don't have it here? It's pretty popular in Medan...alright, gimme something to kill a hangover. And get it here five minutes ago. I have to go hunt a sewer rat today."
She groans and leans her head on the bar counter.
"Ugh. Have you seen my cousin anywhere?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 15:44:58 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 15:55:14 GMT -8
"Haven't seen her since last nights... intrusions." He spoke pouring a shot of a strange blue liquid. He sat it infront of her. "Hit it fast, hit it hard, and then eat a piece of toast or you'll hurl." He sate a plate of eggs (sunny side up), toast and a couple slices of venision cooked with Aaedanian seasonings (similar to Teriyaki).
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 16:07:05 GMT -8
"Thanks. Hmmph...vanishing again."
Roxanne grabs the drink and slams it back, then stuffs a slice of toast in her mouth.
"Urg...That's better, I guess."
She straightens up and eats her breakfast.
"So, barkeep. What else can you tell me about our sewer rat?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 16:32:36 GMT -8
"Well rumor has it he fled to the Undercity. He murdered a member of the noble family Takans... So I am sure the man in charge will be happy to be rid of him should you go looking through the sewers. The bounty says 500 silver alive... My name is Gabriel Takans, if you bring me his head I'll give 1000 silvers." His last sentence held a strong but calm tone. The barkeep just stared at Roxy waiting for a reply.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 16:48:13 GMT -8
"Oh really? What's a noble like you doing running a tavern, then? Actually, don't answer that. I don't care. You'll have his head, don't you worry."
Roxanne finishes her breakfast and looks at the clock.
"I'm going to the undercity. If my cousin shows up, tell her I went down there."
Roxanne shoulders the sword and heads for the door.
"Have my bath warmed up by the time I get back!"
[Exit to the undercity]
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:55:07 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 16:58:03 GMT -8
The barkeep waved bye.
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Birdie Tiller
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: Birdie has an athletic, but rather petite figure. She has red hair and a fairly attractive face, although nondescript enough that most people wont be able yo describe her appearance besides "pretty".
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a hooded cloak and a thief's leathers, as well as hooves and soft, quiet boots. She carries a rapier, lock picks, rope, a grappling hook, and other useful things.
Registered: Sept 17, 2015 21:43:11 GMT -8
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Post by Birdie Tiller on Sept 18, 2015 22:17:31 GMT -8
Birdie walks into the inn, nowhere near the paragon of confidence and beauty she was this morning. Her shoulders are slumped, her clothes are torn, and her face is bruised. There are cuts on her arm and neck, and her eyes are red from crying. All in all, she looks rough. She orders a room, then heads up and goes to sleep.
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In the morning, she gets up, fiddles with her torn shirt disappointedly, fixes her hair and makeup, then heads downstairs for some breakfast. As she walks down the stairs, she talks to herself.
"I wonder if that pixie will be down there, or if I just imagined it all. I wouldn't be surprised..."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2015 22:21:13 GMT -8
Birdie would hear laughter as she approached the tavern, along with a familiar voice.
"...I was, on another world entirely with people I have only known for a few days! But to me, they were like family!" Birdi said as she stood on a table surrounded by patrons, focused on her storytelling.
"Another world? Come on, you're not fooling anyone." One of them interrupted her.
"Tis true! A magic gate, powered by ancient gems from before the Cataclysm, opened before us as we approached the peak of the tower! Only later did I learn it was not just a portal but a time traveling device as well! Why, at the end of our adventure we had traveled ten years into the future!"
The men laughed, but not at her. They seemed entertained by her storytelling and more than happy to listen to her speak some more.
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Birdie Tiller
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: Birdie has an athletic, but rather petite figure. She has red hair and a fairly attractive face, although nondescript enough that most people wont be able yo describe her appearance besides "pretty".
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a hooded cloak and a thief's leathers, as well as hooves and soft, quiet boots. She carries a rapier, lock picks, rope, a grappling hook, and other useful things.
Registered: Sept 17, 2015 21:43:11 GMT -8
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Post by Birdie Tiller on Sept 18, 2015 22:25:23 GMT -8
"Oh hell. She was real after all."
Birdie walks over to the bar and sits down next to the pixie.
"Good morning, uh...what's your name, anyway? You already know mine. I'm Birdie."
She turns to the bartender.
"Breakfast please. I'll have whatever you got."
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