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 Sept 28, 2015 18:53:26 GMT -8
"Oh! Uh, thanks! Yeah, I was born this way. It makes some people uneasy, it seems, since they just stare at me when I look at them, but I'm glad you like it!" says Gwen with a bright smile.
"Also, yes, I am a witch," she continues, picking up another piece of bread and spreading the stuff on it slowly, her long, slender fingers delicately grasping the knife, "I was apparently left upon the doorstep of one of the witch's huts, though, and they took me in. My family was so friendly to me, though, even though I was really an outsider to them! They were sad when I left. I wonder how they're doing?" The last bit sounds wistful, and maybe even a little regretful, but she perks right back up afterward.
"A Shaman, huh? Are they like...jungle witches?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2015 18:58:05 GMT -8
"More of a combination between a druid and a witch. They use natural spells to curse people as well as heal allies." He said, matter-of-factly.
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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 29, 2015 16:35:22 GMT -8
"I was raised by my uncle who was a witch docta. He taught me how to take care of da sick with medicine and magic. I'm not sure if a jungle witch is accurate to describe a shaman." Rani looks over to Clem. "Maybe, I don't really curse people. I do use the powers of nature though as you say."
"Your family is probably fine Gwen." Rani reassures her. The troll drinks more water and sighs. "I think I'm done traveling for a while. So tiring these last few months."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2015 17:23:37 GMT -8
Gabriel had listened closely to their conversation. The whole while he was looking at scrolls that he had stashed beneath his bar. Bounties, new laws, strange old laws. The Barkeep was a high member of a noble house but immigrants to Aaedan was a rare enough thing that it escaped his immediate grasp. Luckily the troll had cut in before he could look dumbfounded in front of his customers, something he disliked.
Now seemed the perfect time to speak up, "Well if you two are looking to take residence here in the city there are two ways. One, get a job. Its not quite citizen status but you'll get a home and pay."
"The other way would be for a noble house to sponsor you for citizenry. The best ones to this fast is the Mann family. They are the royals of the land. Of course the Bartholomews would get it done pretty fast too but they are a bit... against outsiders. The Alwhins or Wolfris families could do it too. The Takans, of which I am, could do it but we are a bit busy. Most of our family is actually on the field of battle to the north. Me and maybe five others are all whose left here in the city."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2015 8:07:54 GMT -8
"Hmph."
Clem finished his drink and pushed it back.
"This place is too big for my citizenship. I'm just here for wand collection. Where's the merchant section?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2015 15:01:55 GMT -8
"Over by the palace. Its a shame though, the shops are all closed at the moment. People are too afraid of the White City being sieged to shop and sell."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2015 15:27:28 GMT -8
"Tch. Wimps. Alright, I guess we can stay the night and go by tomorrow. Unless it'll be closed then too because of this...siege business."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2015 16:28:01 GMT -8
Several of male patrons of Gabriel's bar shot a dirty look at the halfling. A couple put their hands on their weapons. Gabriel saw this and took some quick action, "Wimps!? The majority of the populace stands in armor, ready to defend there homes and you call them wimps cause they closed their shops! You need to check yourself." Gabriel slapped the bar, not hard but certainly not soft. "Enjoy your stay," he lifted his hand and there were two room keys, "free of charge for the halfling with balls so big its a miracle he can walk!" Many in the room laughed.
He leaned in close so only the hobbit and his company could hear, "Sorry, had to save your ass. You do understand that you are surrounded by Aaedanians who are easy ready for a battle... And those Aaedanian stand 4 foot taller than you, some of which have arms as big around as you are... Be careful about insulting our people, we Aaedanians take offense and with blood in the air..." The barkeep resumed his normal position leaving the sentence open ended.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2015 16:53:54 GMT -8
Clem remained unphased by their actions, as well as Gabriel's reaction.
"Typical. Assume the halfling's afraid of humans." He grunted. "I've spent five years on your continent and so far the scariest thing I've seen is.....her."
He gestured to Gwen, most certainly giggling at something Rani said in the sweetest way possible. he took the keys and headed for the stairs.
"I'll try not to let my balls drag when I go to take my bath. Don't want to disturb you, after all." Clem said, flicking enough coinage to pay for the room onto the bar anyway.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2015 19:50:37 GMT -8
Gabriel sighed. "He needs to pull the stick outta'is ass." He looked to the ladies, "Sorry about that. I try not to talk bad about my cutomers. But if i didn't another bar brawl would have happened and I have had enough of those this week."
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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 Oct 1, 2015 7:19:56 GMT -8
Gwen looks at the exchange between the two, her smile slowly dying, until Gabriel yells out the 'Halfling's balls' statement. She titters lightly at that, and smiles brightly over to the barkeep. "Oh, don't mind Clem, he can just get a little upset sometimes. He doesn't like taller people, you know, or people who can use magic. He tolerates me for some reason, but mostly you should try not to say anything about his height!" says Gwen, rather long-windedly.
She turns back to the Halfling, then, placing her hands on her chair to steady herself from falling off the half-spun barstool. "Hey, Clem, when you get to our room, would you mind terribly filling the tub with some water? I can heat it when I get there. It would be really sweet of you," Gwen continues with her adorably big smile/
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2015 8:02:45 GMT -8
Clem gave a thumbs up to Gwen before disappearing upstairs.
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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 Oct 1, 2015 11:26:47 GMT -8
Rani is laughing at what was going on. She resumes talking to Gwen, "He's a funny man. What do you think of this job thing? I've never been much of a worker, being a woman, I helped those who were sick and injured. I think I would consider getting a sponsor first before looking for a job."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2015 13:20:33 GMT -8
Gabriel sighed deeply. What a day. Most of my house is fighting a war of pride. The leader of house has been murdered... and the people I sent after the murderer are probably dead. Now I get a Hobbit with a death wish to watch out for. And a couple of ladies so taken by our cities beauty that they want to live here. Thunder struck. "What a lovely day," the bartender spoke sarcastically. "Well I would suggest waiting for that battle to be over before job hunting. It will be easier to find work if the Lion wins their battle."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2015 13:41:21 GMT -8
Upstairs Clem continued towards his room, his hands in his pockets and his head down. From behind a large man stomped up the stairs, the smell of ale from his breath and redness in his cheeks.
"Oy! Half pint!" He yelled out to Clem, who stopped and slowly turned around.
"You got a lot o' nerve calling us weak! White City guards are the best damn soldiers around! I 'ave half a mind to break you over my knee for that!"
"Good thing you have a half a mind then." Clem retorted without changing his expression. The man let out a roar in anger as he barreled towards the halfling with intent to kill. He pulled a sword from his side and slammed it down on Clem, who calmly side stepped the attack without removing his hands from his pockets. The man followed up immediately after by swinging his blade towards Clem once more, shaving part of the floor as it swiped past Clem. Clem jumped over the blade and landed unharmed as the man's sword wedged itself into the wall behind him. He casually walked back a little bit as the man pulled the sword free and gripped it with two hands.
"After I'm done with you, they'll have to send what's left of you back to your dirt hut in a HANDBAG!" He threatened loudly.
"Your mother's going to be disappointed, then." Clem responded. The man started taking massive swings towards the halfling, who managed to dodge them as they came his way. Shifting left, shifting right, up, down, no matter which way the sword came he managed to just barely dodge the blade. The entire time Clem looked bored.
Eventually the man started to barrel towards him in the hopes of knocking the halfling off balance. Clem quickly grabbed a small stick from his cloak, polished and straight. As the man came by Clem poked him with the wand.
"Sleep." He said casually. The man froze in place for a second before falling to the ground unconscious, snoring loudly after hitting the floor with a thud. Clem put the wand away and continued towards his room, hands back in his pockets.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2015 14:42:02 GMT -8
Gabriel heard the ruckus upstairs. "What now?" Gabriel left his bar and walked up the stairs only to find the sleeping Aaedanian, sword out. "Well..." Gabriel kicked the man hard enough to break a rib, "Wake up you piece of shit!"
The man returned to the world of the living with the impact of Gabe's kick. "GAH!"
Gabriel was having a bad week as is and this poor man just became a portal to vent his frustrations, "You just assaulted the halfling didn't you? You FUCKING IDIOT!" Gabe's eyes sparked their purple flair, the Takans' trait. He grabbed the man by the back of his shirt and drug him down the stairs, each step a thump against his head. When he got to the first floor the entirety of the occupants was staring at him, He spoke his purple eyes blazing in the light of the bar, "I have had enough of the rude and hot headed in my establishment! IF YOU THINK YOU CAN'T KEEP YOUR SWORDS SHEATHED OR YOUR MOUTHS SHUT GET THE HELL OUT OF MY TAVERN!!" The man had come unglued, Gabriel hadn't lost his temper in a long time and this was a big blow up. "GO ON! ALL OF YOU! THERE IS A WAR RAGING AND YOU LOT, THE PEOPLE THIS CITY WILL DEPEND ON IF THE FIGHT MAKES HERE ARE GETTING DRUNK!!! GET OUT! BARS CLOSED!"
They stared at Gabriel like he was nuts.
Gabriel drew his sword, "I said get the fuck OUT!" The occupants of the bar began to shuffle out in a hurry. The populace of Aaedan knew one thing about the Takans, you don't piss them off. Even the man, whose ribs were broken slowly crawled out into the rain.
If Rani or Gwen went to move from their seat Gabriel would look at them and shake his head "no." They were still welcome, they wouldn't have to fight to protect the city.
After the crowds left Gabriel sheathed his blade, brushed his hair back and lit his pipe. He took a deep breath in and blew the smoke out leaving a piney smell in its wake. He looked to the ladies, "I am extremely sorry about that. Most so to your friend up stairs. I can't stand this place sometimes, other times I love it. You girls want anything?" He moved back behind his counter, "Free Bar." He was already pour a drink of some kind of mead for himself.
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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 Oct 1, 2015 16:00:13 GMT -8
Gwen watches her friend go up with a smile, but then blinks at the ruckus, her face turning down in worry. Then, Gabriel pulls the body down and she winces as he yells, shrinking down a bit. She watches the grumbling faces as they pass her by, more than one shooting a glance at her, most of them more lustful than angry. She simply smiles back.
"My, what happened?" she asks Gabriel once everyone's gone, looking like a deer in the headlights as she finishes off her last piece of bread quickly. "You do not sound very happy about whatever it was. Did he try and hurt dear Clem? I do hope my friend is alright...although he can usually handle himself. You know he collects magical devices? He is like an artificer of sorts, always inventing new uses for those magical wands he finds. He's real creative!" Gwen talks almost as if she's proud to be Clem's travelling companion, although he'd likely scoff at the idea.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2015 16:45:25 GMT -8
"Well I didn't find any blood in the hallway." Gabriel sighed, "Sorry, I've been a bit stressed out. I'm pretty sure that Clem used one of those devices you mentioned and knocked the poor man out." Gabriel took a drink of his alcohol and a puff off his pipe, "I'm sorry your first visit to this city was made... well frankly rude. I guess as an apology the Takans house can sponsor your residence in the city, if your still planning to settle here for awhile."
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Michael Zeliph
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Roleplay posts: 66 
Registered: Oct 1, 2015 14:37:35 GMT -8
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Oct 1, 2015 16:48:39 GMT -8
After a of while walking around, the young adult started to get a bit hungry and a tad thirsty. He looked around a bit as he walked down the streets and soon found a tavern. At this he beamed and walked over to it. Just as he was about to open the doors, he heard the ruckus and men filing out.
"What is going on here? Did something happen?"
He asked on of the men and they told him what happen. He frowned a bit before his stomach growled rather loudly.
"Well...maybe he would let one person to come in and eat. Maybe chat for a bit as well."
He shrugged and walked in, looking around.
"Ahh...Hello? Are you still serving for one....please?"
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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 Oct 1, 2015 17:04:22 GMT -8
Rani was going to get moving, but stayed since Gabriel said they could. "I'm fine with my water."
"What a good friend you are, you describe him in such detail!" Rani's thirst is finally quenched after this cup of water she downs. "Gwen, would ya mind if I stuck with you a while? I'm not used to being somewhere alone, and ya seem like a good person ta me."
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