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 18:59:33 GMT -8
Roxanne looks at the tattoo curiously.
"That's magic, isn't it? She just did something, and she's damn well not getting away with it."
She scours the stand for an unbroken cordial of healing. If she finds one, she pours it down the woman's throat.
"Wake up! You won't escape me by dying! What did you just do?"
She slaps the potion seller across the face in an effort to wake her.
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Undercity
Established
Roleplay posts: 18 
Player's online availability : Lol.
Registered: Sept 10, 2015 17:10:37 GMT -8
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Post by Undercity on Sept 10, 2015 19:04:49 GMT -8
The woman's eyes opened. In place of a drab brown the eyes shone with a vivid emerald color.
"Too late. The cordial is fatal if you drink more than a few drops at once, dumbass."
She coughed, vomiting blood.
"Always watching... I get it now..."
The woman's eyes closed again, her immediate passing saving her from the pain of her internal organs liquefying.
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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 19:07:30 GMT -8
"Oops. Hmmph...somebody knows we're here. That isn't good."
She suddenly realizes she's missing a key piece of intel, and turns to the Praetor.
"Um...what does the murderer look like? Do you have a description?"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 19:12:55 GMT -8
Wendy sighed.
"I hate my luck..." She muttered.
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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 10, 2015 19:13:39 GMT -8
Raena sighs heavily and glances over to Roxanne with a withering look. "It appears I am not the only one who has changed," she growls, standing up and turning on her cousin, her voice far from kind, "If you had not done that, we may have saved her. You are irrational and irresponsible. I will not continue with you unless you screw your head on straight and cease acting like a mindless berserker. We have a job to do, and you may well have ruined our chances of completing it."
She turns on her heel to where the Praetor stands, forcing a smile as she speaks, her eyes drifting over to his ranking patches. "Praetor," she states, "I don't believe we have met. I am Raena Fletcher, and this is my cousin, Roxanne. I have an object vital to the nobility of Aaedan that I think you may be interested in reacquiring for your superiors." |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 19:16:21 GMT -8
Takans grinned beneath his helm. He hated the Undercity and seeing a creature of it die brought him a bit of satisfaction.
He answered her simply, "I do not have time for that. I must find the killer. Figure out his motives, and then kill him."
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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 19:18:46 GMT -8
Roxanne sighs. Raena is right. She has been too impulsive lately, too quick to turn to violence. It's been too long since she had a proper job, and she's forgotten how to do it properly.
"Sorry Raena. You're right...I went too far."
She hangs her head down and goes silent. She never thought she'd be lectured by Raena, of all people. Raena was always the one who got into trouble and had to be scolded. What had happened? How had both their personalities changed so sharply?
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 19:19:34 GMT -8
"Wait....killer? Hang on, I'm out of the loop, what's going on?"
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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 10, 2015 19:22:14 GMT -8
"Ah, well...perhaps after we've finished, then. Although, I assume the royalty will want the cloak returned as soon as possible," Raena responds with a shrug, before turning back to Wendamari, ignoring her cousin's apologies for now. It would be healthy to let her stay uncomfortable for a few moments, stewing over her failure to get the job done. "Drow, tell me. You used some form of pathfinding to glean the location of your reparation scroll, before. Could you do the same in tracking this murderer?" she asks, inquisitively, tilting her head at Wendamari.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 19:24:07 GMT -8
He had entered the undercity not long ago to look for his stolen cloak. The king was cloaked in a black cotton material, his face hidden, an axe in his hand. He noticed Praetor Takans and walked over to the group. "What is going on?"
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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 19:28:42 GMT -8
Roxanne glances at the cloaked stranger.
"Just bounty hunters going about their work, sir. Nothing to be concerned over. We're licensed and registered. You can go shuffle off and forget about us."
She's still in a very somber mood.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 19:31:50 GMT -8
Wendy looked up to Raena.
"U-Um. Wendy, ma'am. Wendamari. And it's something my mother taught me."
She pulled some water from a nearby source and latched it to her back like before. Touching the water, it began to glow faintly green.
"I have these magical pieces of fairy dust that lets me follow trails created by someone. I ask the waters to hone in on a specific person and it lights up if it finds a trail for me."
As she spoke, she grabbed a piece of cloth from her bag and placed it near the water, causing it to glow brightly.
"I just need something of the person and I can track their trail, assuming it's not too old."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 19:40:22 GMT -8
The cloaked king snickered a bit. He turned his back to them and slowly moved away from the group. Listening in as he went.
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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 10, 2015 19:46:39 GMT -8
"Hrm. Do we actually have anything that belonged to the murderer?" asks Raena, addressing both the Praetor and Roxanne. However, her string of inquisition is broken by the hooded stranger, who she raises a brow toward, turning to greet him with a suspicious stare. "Ah...we are simply tracking a murderer. As my cousin said, we have been contracted, and are licensed to do so. I am with the Order of the Hammer sellsword company. Who would you be? It is rare for people to speak to a group of armed strangers without reason in the Undercity," she states, slowly and cautiously. She drapes her cloak across her chest, reaching for a throwing knife within, concealed from view.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 19:56:44 GMT -8
The king turned back around and lifted the hood slowly revealing his pale face and glowing blue eyes to the group and the group alone. He whispered quietly, "I am the king. And I came into this shithole below my kingdom to find Aeon's Pelt, my cloak made of a silver lion pelt." He took a breath, "Sadly it seems it has not made it here yet." He squinted his eyes at Takans, a silent what are you doing here?
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 19:59:12 GMT -8
"OH CRAP!" Wendy screamed before slapping her hand over her mouth.
"I-I-I mean, oh.....yaaaaaaay, the ki....the kiiiinnngggg.....what a surprise...."
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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 10, 2015 20:00:57 GMT -8
"Ah, the king. Excellent!" says Raena, her voice surprisingly not carrying even a hint of sarcasm. She beckons with a hand for Wendy to hand her something -- presumably the cloak -- and cracks a very, very faint smile at the king. It would seem even royalty can't inspire her to truly smile. "It just so happens we earlier caught the thief who stole it from you, and retrieved it. We have been carrying it with us in order to eventually return to the authorities. Unfortunately, the authorities are not exactly prominent around these parts," explains Raena, "it would seem that fate has conspired to bring you to us, instead! What a lovely coincidence."
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:22:34 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 20:01:17 GMT -8
The king looked directly at the drow blue eyes peircing her. He did not look away from the Drow as Raena spoke. "Yes... fate..." Jorech would wait for what ever the woman was wanting from the drow.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 20:03:42 GMT -8
Wendy quickly grabbed the cloak and tossed it to him.
"No it's not ripped!" She yelled, "WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT?!"
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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 20:12:50 GMT -8
While all this is going on, Roxanne sulks despondently by herself in a corner, ignoring the going-ons. Being scolded and realizing what she did, combined with the headache from last night's drinking, has left her depressed.
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