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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2015 10:19:52 GMT -8
The ranger reaches out and grabs her shoulder. "Like I thought. You are not accepting responsibility for what you've done. You thanked me for what I have done but you have not apologized for what you have done." She squinted her eyes at Birdie, "Do you know what kind of punishments Aaedan has for criminals? They are so harsh that the criminals hide in the sewers." The ranger seemed more concerned for the theif than agry, "You have a skill set that can earn you glory and honor yet here you are picking pockets for chump change." The ranger gave her a stern look, "What did you see yourself becoming when you grew up?"
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Birdie Tiller
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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 23, 2015 16:21:51 GMT -8
Birdie turns around, startled, and tries to shake the woman's hand off her shoulder. Not another one...
"I heard it's harsh. That's why there's no thieves here, and nobody expects to get their pockets picked. You want an apology? Fine. I'm sorry for what I did. Here, you can take the stuff back and give it to them. Tell them you caught the thief and did your job. Or keep it, I don't care."
Birdie pulls out some of the bits and pieces she took from her pockets.
"What did I see myself becoming? Pfft. A pretty doll, to be dressed up and married off to some rich prince. I saw myself becoming like my mother, who only cares about the family name, or my aunt, who sits and stares out the window all the time because she has nothing better to do. I don't want to live in a castle and obey the rules. I don't want to have to get dressed up for fear of ruining my family's reputation because I look scruffy. I don't want to waste my life sitting around and bearing children for a minor prince of a province nobody's ever heard of. I don't want to be a noble!"
The last sentence ends in a shrill, anguished sob.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2015 18:01:56 GMT -8
The ranger smiled, its what she wanted to hear, "I would not want to become a noble either. But here in Aaedan being a woman and a noble mean nothing. You get married to who you want. You live as you want. Join the army of Aaedan. Get training. Serve and get honor and experience under your belt then go home something more than a noble." The rangers eyes were shining, "You can do more than be a theif or a noble."
(ooc) going to make the ranger a real character. I've done enough with her to constitute it.
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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 23, 2015 18:09:28 GMT -8
Birdie looks up at the woman.
"Huh? Why do people always want me to learn to fight? I'm not a fighter. First that pixie, then you. Um...Thanks for your offer, but I'm not one for the military, really. I'm actually heading off to learn adventuring from this crazy old pixie. This was my last night out before she puts me under constant supervision and doesn't let me take anything. She'll be here in the morning, you can ask her about it. You can even watch me to make sure I don't run off. Really. Please don't take me to jail, but no thanks on the offer to join the military. It's not for me."
She gives the ranger her most honest expression.
"Thanks for helping me...Tania, isn't it? I'm sorry for calling your family gutter lords. I...I don't know what came over me."
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Ranger Praetor, Tania Alwhin
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Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 31
Physical Description: She stands about five feet and three inches tall, with golden hair and glowing green eyes. Her face is round, her cheeks full and lips voluptuous, her jaw slightly square. yet still beautiful.
Out of her armor one could see the efforts of a long life on continuos military duty. Tanned skin with light white scars all across her body. Her muscles were thick and taunt.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 18:10:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ranger Praetor, Tania Alwhin on Sept 23, 2015 18:26:34 GMT -8
The Ranger squinted her eyes at Birdie, "Your joking right. Look if the pixie is real, could you bring what it teaches you back your parents and show them you are more than a pretty face? Can you take medals and titles back to them and show them that you brought glory to your family name. I understand if you don't care about what they think, but one day you will have to face them again and when you do you should show that just because your a girl doesn't mean that you can't bring something to your house other than another family's child." The ranger seemed annoyed by the answer, not because of the refusal but because of the other path she had chosen.
She shook her head, "I already made you pay for the comment, no hard feelings..." She patted the back of her left hand with her right, a quick reminder of their duel.
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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 23, 2015 18:56:15 GMT -8
Birdie nods.
"That's true, I guess. She is real, but I suppose it is a little hard to believe. I didn't want to return at all, but I suppose it would be good to join up after gaining glory and medals, to shove it in their faces that I don't need their pretty dresses to succeed."
She sighs.
"Fine. I'll join up...but is there anything I can do besides front-lines stuff? Like espionage, or something? Anything that doesn't end with me getting stabbed on a muddy battlefield?"
She bits her lip nervously.
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Ranger Praetor, Tania Alwhin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 31
Physical Description: She stands about five feet and three inches tall, with golden hair and glowing green eyes. Her face is round, her cheeks full and lips voluptuous, her jaw slightly square. yet still beautiful.
Out of her armor one could see the efforts of a long life on continuos military duty. Tanned skin with light white scars all across her body. Her muscles were thick and taunt.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 18:10:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ranger Praetor, Tania Alwhin on Sept 24, 2015 7:41:30 GMT -8
The Ranger smiled, "espionage? I know of it but we don't have any spies. All of us have glowing eyes and it tends to give away our origins." She thought for a second, "Well I'll have to make you a ranger like me. We tend to stay out of fights other than a few rare skirmishes on the northern border and eastern warfront. We patrol, scout, and survey, all of which we are taught to do in a sneaky manner. If we fight we prefer to use our bows but you'll learn swordplay trumps whatever you seem to know so far. And I think you have to potential for it."
(ooc) of course the spy thing may actually play out later if you want. Jorech will be making a spy ring and foreigners to Aaedan will be the only ones who could pull it off on account of the glowing eyes.
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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 24, 2015 7:48:00 GMT -8
Birdie nods. Archery? That doesn't sound too bad. Much better than getting poked and prodded by that little pixie, that's for sure.
"A ranger? Yeah...yeah, I could do that. That sounds good."
She nods again, more confidently.
"Yeah, I'll do that. Where should I sign up?"
The (former) thief rubs her hands together.
"Thank you for this, Tania."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 9:39:42 GMT -8
Birdi flew towards the tavern the two entered and looked in the window, expecting Birdie to be captured and giving the little pixie a chance to shine. What she saw made her heart sank as Birdie was shaking the ranger's hands, as though they were agreeing to something. Birdi could only make out lips, but from what she saw she was being hired on full time with the White City forces.
She landed on the window sill and kept watching them with a saddened face. Finally she gave a weak smile and a nod.
"Well....at least she won't steal anymore..." She said to herself before flying off for more adventure outside the city walls.
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
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 Sept 24, 2015 11:11:34 GMT -8
Gwenneth walks through the doors of the Drunken Horseman, looking about with even wider eyes than before. So many people. She's never seen this many people crowded into such a small area before. It's amazing. The sweet scent of freshly-bake bread imported from the market tickles the senses, and the rowdy crowd all around gives the place a lively, welcoming atmosphere, the soft, warm glow of torchlight brightly illuminating the main room. Gwen nudges the Halfling to her right with an elbow. "Isn't this wondrous?" she asks, beaming down at him, "Why did you not tell me places like this existed?" |
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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 Sept 24, 2015 11:16:51 GMT -8
After tirelessly traveling to the White City, Rani was glad to get to somewhere she could rest. Before entering the tavern she had been looking around the city a little and that had made her more tired. She wandered into the Tavern and she was something to behold with how much of her blue skin showed with her outfit. She's dizzy from exhaustion and starts to black out, with her vision reduced she bumps into Gwenneth and stumbles backward. "Ah... sorry..."
Rani starts to fall.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 11:22:43 GMT -8
Gwen accidentally nudged Clem in the face with her elbow, changing his expression from perturbed to miffed.
"Y' didn't ask." He said back in a low voice. As Rani stumbled onto Gwen, she fell over and landed on top of Clem, who fell to the ground from the weight.
"And now there's a troll on my back. Must be Tuesday." He snarked as he tried to pull himself free.
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Rani
Dedicated
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 Sept 24, 2015 11:31:27 GMT -8
"waaa..." she wailed tiredly as she fell on the hobbit. She groaned while her vision was blackened. The troll rolled to the side a little so Clem would be able to get out from under her.
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
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 Sept 24, 2015 11:33:09 GMT -8
"Oops! Sorry!" Gwen squeaks to Clem, before being bumped by the troll and spinning around with another, "Sorry!", her mouth covered with the tips of her fingers and her eyes wide as she looks down guiltily at the two piled on top of one another. She kneels down to help them up, offering a hand and a sheepish smile. "Sorry," she says, one last time.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 11:40:15 GMT -8
"Damn tall people..." Clem grumbled under his breath as he got back to his feet. He wanted to tell Rani off for falling on him, but judging by her size she'd just step on him again. He bit his tongue and started to walk to the bar.
"I'm getting a drink, you want anything?" he asked Gwen without stopping.
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Rani
Dedicated
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 Sept 24, 2015 11:58:45 GMT -8
"Gwah... Hello? Sorry I crashed into ya... my vision is blurry." Rani reached her hand out not sure where the stranger was to help her up and she unexpectedly feels something soft and round. Confused, she squeezes it a little. "Huh? What's dis?"
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
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 Sept 24, 2015 12:23:32 GMT -8
Gwen blushes profusely when her chest is groped at, and she stands back up to her full height, deciding to keep her distance from the blind troll for a moment. "Ah...right, well, ignoring that, no thank you, Clem. I wish to keep a clear mind to explore this city!" responds Gwen, smiling down at her companion. She turns to Rani and clasps her arm, attempting to pull the troll up, although her physical strength is somewhat lacking. "Perhaps...you should wait until your vision returns to move, yes?" she suggests, timidly.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 12:32:11 GMT -8
"OI! If your gonna squeeze tit and I'm not involved, rent a room." The barkeep was busy as is and he wouldn't have perverted acts breaking out in his bar.
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Rani
Dedicated
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 Sept 24, 2015 12:38:33 GMT -8
Rani's vision cleared up and she saw what she had unintentionally did, her face turns red and she immediately apologizes. "Oh! I am sorry miss! I was looking for your arm!"
Rani gets up with Gwenneth's help, she feels very embarrassed now with the attention she'd attracted, "I hope I did not offend you! I've made a scene and I only just got to this land..."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 12:43:17 GMT -8
"OI! If your gonna squeeze tit and I'm not involved, rent a room." The barkeep was busy as is and he wouldn't have perverted acts breaking out in his bar. "Ignore her, she's just some witch who won't leave me alone. I'm the one with money." Clem said as he stood on one of the stools. "I need alcohol. What's your strongest stuff?" |
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