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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 20:16:46 GMT -8
Jorech caught his cloak with his free, right, hand. "Well I suppose no point in wearing this cloak anymore. Since you guys gave away my presence." He removed the black cloak dropping it on the ground. He took his cloak and inspected it. Several points of wear from ages past were repaired somehow. The cloak returned in better condition than when it left the king couldn't complain. He draped the cloak back across his shoulders, setting his axe on the ground, he fastened the straps. He picked his axe back up. "Why would I think that? It's in better repair than it was when it... disappeared." He seemed oddly pleased, "Now, how did you come across this piece of royal treasure?"
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Raena Fletcher
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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.
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 20:20:57 GMT -8
"Wendamari here was a hero!" exclaims Raena, pulling up some sort of remnant of excitement from deep within her. "She took down the criminal with hydrokinetics, and wrested the cloak from his possession. However, when she tried to return it to the authorities, a misunderstanding caused them to label her the thief, but hopefully now the misunderstanding is alleviated. I am certain your grace could easily call off the Archidons who are mistakenly following us instead of attempting to track down the true thief." She gives a half-smile in Wendy's direction, following it up with a furtive wink.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 20:25:16 GMT -8
Wendy blushed as she looked up to Raena. It was the first time since leaving her home that someone stood up for her instead of looking down on her.
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Undercity
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Post by Undercity on Sept 10, 2015 20:30:00 GMT -8
Someone is always watching.
Rats skittered through the confines of the vaulted tunnels, the patter of their feet barely audible over the flow of the sewer drain. The local vendors had begun to pack up their wares as soon as Roxanne had violently attacked the potion-monger. Clutching their belongings in threadbare bags and folding cases they disappeared into the darkness of the tunnels. They would find better luck elsewhere, and the shouting of the surface dwellers made the level of tension crystal clear. Some would see the potion-woman die, staring onward with wide eyes and quivering lips. Some bore similar tattoos: mole claws, spiders, skull-masks and a host of other designs. The brave few that remained would hear the drow's shouts. This was enough to send them all packing. The king? In the sewers?
Nothing good could come of this.
The potion-monger's stall was severely wrecked, but sewer slime and caustic poison vials remained miraculously unharmed. (though the slime's container had a slight hairline crack and was wiggling of it's own volition.)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 20:34:00 GMT -8
King Jorech blinked his glowing blue eyes slowly, "I can't tell if you are lying or not. Convincing enough I suppose. I guess since the cloak is returned and is quite literally as good as new, I can let it go as a youngters prank."
No sooner did he say this than the Archidons in pursiut made their way into the scene. "My King!" The archidons salute together, slamming their fists to their chests. "You have your cloak I see..."
Jorech turned to face them, "Yes, no thanks to you. Why didn't you inform me it was taken?" He sighed, "It doesn't matter. Get back to your duties."
The Archidons salute once more and scurried off back to their posts in the White City.
Jorech turned back to the group, "Now that murder you were talking about? It had not reached my ears."
Raynold responed before the group, "A Takans was murdered a few days ago. The suspect fled into the sewers and the Archidons are afraid to dig too deep. I came from the Eastern Campaign to investigate personally."
Jorech frowned and he started talking to himself, "How did this news not reach me?"
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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.
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 20:40:19 GMT -8
Raena looks about at the mass exodus of shopkeepers, and then suddenly remembers something, turning back and kneeling next to the dead shopkeeper, bowing her head in prayer. "E pafzerf uail zaid sa Swy Void. Tou uai xy maefyk bal odd ysylfesu" she chants, the language strange and guttural and grating upon one's psyche, extremely hard for the untrained ear to even listen to. It would not be hard to imagine going insane listening to her speak this way for too long.
For a few moments, nothing happens. And then, the wood of the stall begins to rattle, a few of the unbroken phials fall off the edge and shatter. A black nothingness suddenly engulfs the boiling body, the darkness a literal void of light. When it dissipates, the shopkeeper's body is gone, and Raena turns back with an enigmatic, small smile, saying, "Her essence will become one with eternity, now."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 20:41:53 GMT -8
"....so are you going to just keep summoning your demons to fix everything, or....." Wendy said after a brief silence.
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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 20:42:58 GMT -8
Roxanne walks over, unhappily.
"Now that that's sorted out, what do we do next? After the murderer?"
She doesn't meet Raena's eye.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 20:44:38 GMT -8
King Jorech was rubbing his ear with his right hand. "What was that?" The words had clawed at him as she spoke.
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Undercity
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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 20:46:08 GMT -8
Unnoticed by the group, the slime vial shatters, releasing it's cargo. The tiny slime disappears into the fresh water supply with glee, no doubt en route to some noble's house.
The body disappears into the void, leaving behind a pile of the woman's threadbare clothes.
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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 20:51:00 GMT -8
"Voidspeak, Your Grace. It is a long story. Suffice to say, she's part of something much greater than some lowly Undercity bazaar, now," answers Raena, leaving more questions than answers, really. She then turns to Roxanne and places a hand on her shoulder, smiling a warm, sincere smile for the first time since her return. "My cousin, I accept your apology. Redemption does not come without sacrifice; you have sacrificed your pride, and you are redeemed in your humility. I remember a woman who was always calm and collected, and this is what you have become once again. Often, all it takes is a push in the right direction. Thank you for returning to your 'old' self," states Raena, warmly. It's possibly the most emotion she's displayed since any of the present company, excluding Roxy herself, has met her.
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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 12, 2015 6:28:14 GMT -8
"Oh, um...thanks, Raena."
Roxanne glances back and forth awkwardly, then smiles weakly. She starts down the tunnel.
"Well, come on, then. We have a sewer rat to exterminate."
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Undercity
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Post by Undercity on Sept 12, 2015 7:57:55 GMT -8
As the light of the grate overhead faded the tunnel began to acquire a more dilapidated, sinister feel.Over the rush of the freshwater canal one couldn't hear anything but the water, the voices of their companions, and the wet slosh of grime and water as one stepped along the thin stone catwalk at the water's edge. You couldn't help but feel the movement of rats as they scurried by, accompanied by their rotten smell and the omnipresent feeling that something was about to jump out of the shadows at you in any minute. The best of people could get paranoid down here, and the worst...
Roxanne and anyone who ventured down the tunnel would eventually come to a junction. Here the walls widened yet again, leaving platforms several meters wide between the sewer canal and the vaulted walls of the tunnel. The smell and sounds of the city above would become more audible: here they were relatively close to the surface. The path diverged three ways here:
To the right was a somewhat steep upward tunnel. There was a grate installed here over the water to deter interlopers, along with a fence of iron bars that sunk into both the ceiling and the floor. A rusted door was present, thought without a key it wouldn't open easily. This upward canal likely led out of the city to an aquaduct above ground which fed the city freshwater.
To the left was another downward facing canal, though it began on a ledge above, creating a waterfall which fed into the canal the party had come from. If a person was familiar with the geography of the city they would realize it likely came from deeper within the city: it was one of the tributaries of the main aquaduct.
There was no forward route, but there was a sewer grate above which shone light from the streets above onto the junction. A rusted iron ladder led up to the streets above... and below, to another level of the sewers.
Evidently someone had been squatting here just moments ago. rough wood planks had been laid out over the stone, along with some hay for bedding. An open bottle of cheap liquor sat next to bedding: evidently whomever had left had left in a hurry urgent enough to abandon their home and alcohol.
Across from the squatter's bedding was a rough mural crudely painted on the wall directly adjacent to the ladder. It depicted a symbol similar to the potion-monger's tattoo: a mole's claw. The paint was weathered, and cracked in some places from humidity. It wasn't fresh by any means. Then again, nothing in this place screamed fresh . This was a place where things died: people, dreams, and a sense of humanity.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2015 19:20:52 GMT -8
After parking his wagon at a nearby inn, Hasdrubal skips down the stairs into the undercity. Cheerfully, he sets up a a table covered in various powders that scream "Definitely not entirely legal". He immediately begins peddling his wares to anyone who will listen.
OOC: The other drug dealers aren't going to like this
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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 14, 2015 10:39:19 GMT -8
Roxanne pokes at the rough claw painted on the wall.
"What is this symbol? It doesn't look good."
She kicks through the "bedroom", looking for any hints as to where the occupant had gone.
"She said third level, right? That means down. So down we go. Ugh, it smells bad."
Sheathing her sword, Roxanne heads down the ladder, grimacing with distaste.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 10:48:42 GMT -8
Having sold his his wares, Hasdrubal takes his ill gotten gains, and journeys back to the pub
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 10:49:56 GMT -8
"Ugh, this is rancid. I immediately know what that smell is and I don't like it!" Wendy lamented.
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Undercity
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Post by Undercity on Sept 14, 2015 14:41:51 GMT -8
Hasdrubal's activity had not gone unnoticed in The Undercity. His business was alright: a few particularly despondent looking had ventured over to sample his heartbreak, one had even taken a jar to go. Most had identified his missing tattoo, and had skirted around him accordingly. Even buying from unsanctioned dealers could cause... consequences, after all.
Elsewhere, in a different area and time, the adventurers made their way down the ladder to the second level. The metal was rusty, and the walls slick with filth. There would have been absolute darkness by now, if not for the pipe-fed gas-lamps spaced in a seeming random, inefficient fashion. Someone was keeping the lights on down here, at least.
At he base of the ladder was a similar junction, though this one was clearly of a different nature. Drinking water had been replaced by raw sewage, and the smell changed accordingly. The walls were a dizzying mural: hastily painted gang signs danced with sheets of colored metal. Sometimes a sheet would slide aside and a person would emerge from the wall like a termite from it's hole. Small caverns had been dug into the stone walls of the tunnel, leaving pockets that contained shops and dwelling areas. In a civilized part of the world, these would be crawl spaces. Like the level above, the walkways of the sewer were likewise occupied by vendors. At points planks had been laid out over the river of refuse, allowing one to walk across from one side of the canal to the other, or to create more space for the merchants. Of all the establishments, one immediately stood out as unique. Rather than being roughly cut into the walls, it appeared to be an original part of the sewer's design. Silkscreen doors and a truly massive man guarded the door, keeping the street scum out of the comparatively luxurious den, which was done up in a style reminiscent of a Katashiman noodle parlor. A hand-painted sign bearing the mole-claw sigil and the words "Raol's Delights" was placed outside.
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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 14, 2015 15:04:32 GMT -8
"Huh...fancy. Probably a good place to find some info."
Roxanne heads over to "Raol's Delights", trying to walk through the door and ignoring the bouncer. She tries her best to act like she belongs there, walking with a confident swagger and an unconcerned expression on her face.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 15:25:43 GMT -8
After the King had returned to the surface(implied), Raynold made his way down following the same trail as the others but keeping enough distance to insure he was unconnected with them. He had a mission and was not going to falter from it. Eventually he made his way to the Raol's Delights seeing Roxanne enter. He swould stay outside letting her try to hound information without him. He already decided his role in the group. Back up, and raw power.
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