Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420 
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Nov 15, 2015 21:31:27 GMT -8
Alden shrugs his shoulders and says perplexed.
"Not gonna lie I have only known the girl for like a few hours and have never had an actual conversation with her. She seemed happy enough when she was with Karath. Maybe she's just really shy? Though I suppose you could have said something wrong I am not the best judge of those kinds of things. I had an unusual child hood not a lot of social time."
Alden drums his fingers on the table and considers going after Reyna. Ultimately he decides to go get Karath instead since he would be better equipped to handle what ever was going on with her. Looking at Skarlet he says.
"Do you know where someone named Madam Naoki has her office I'm going to get Karath so he can see if Reyna's okay."
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035 
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Nov 15, 2015 21:39:14 GMT -8
"You should go after her to make sure she's safe. We shouldn't disturb Madam Naoki, I'll tell your friend what happened when he exits. Does this sound okay?" Skarlet gets up from the table.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Nov 15, 2015 21:47:04 GMT -8
Maelik ceased his fit cold turkey when he witnessed a customer leave the bar without so much a cookie to fill her belly and the look on his face was something to behold. He was mortified.
With jaw hanging agape and arms hanging loosely at his sides the demon could not comprehend someone entering this place and simply leaving without ordering even a drink to wet their whistle, to him it was unheard of.
"Oh my, I-I wonder what could have driven her off? Could she have possibly been some sort of critic? Perhaps she could smell some sort of mistake coming from the kitchen? By home I certainly hope not!"
His horror was transmuted into cold rage in the blink of an eye. With a quick snap he twisted his 180 degrees and like a demented putty toy his neck stretched out far beyond its natural limits to extend about three feet, enough to have his head peaking back into the kitchen. What the other chef's laid their eyes upon that day was something that would haunt them until the day they died, a vision of the most primordial terror that more than a few could swear caused their testicles rose up into their chests.
Maelik's eyes were practically popping out of his head and glowing a violent crimson haze, his teeth had become fangs that jutted forward in a jagged grimace as if they were just begging to bite into someone. His brows were so beyond furrowed they were practically forming a V and his breathe brought with it the stench of sulfur and death.
"Who was it?" his unnatural hiss asked in the tone that could only be described as menacing on steroids.
"Who made the mistake that cost me my image?"
Each chef babbled and fell over one another just to try to pin the blame on the next closest guy, none of them sure what it was that could have possibly flipped the head chef's berserk button. One portly fellow tried to point the finger at the appointed dish washer of the night while a mousy looking youngster was busy trying to convince Maelik that it was the sue chef's fault. Only the sue chef himself bothered to question why the demon was so upset in the first place. They had done everything to his exact specifications.
"What has you so hot and bothered anyways chef?" he dared to ask.
"There was a critic outside and she just up and left... BECAUSE YOU IMBECILES MADE A MISTAKE WHILE I WAS GONE!"
"But ummm... Chef sir, we don't have critics in this town... In fact I'm pretty sure that there's no professional critic in the next nearest three towns either.
"Oh... Well then... Carry on."
And with that the demon's head slithered back into its rightful place and realigned itself to face the same direction as his chest, his face glowing with a red blush.
"I guess she might have just needed to go do something..." he murmured quietly.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Nov 16, 2015 4:07:10 GMT -8
"Excellent. Thank you kindly." He then departed for the lone stairwell, discovered that first door on the left, and knocked three times. He gave his tunic a tug, as though it could possibly make him look less bedraggled. As Madame Naoki relaxes in her chair, a whisper rings out from her earring. Not loud enough to be heard to anyone else, the voice tells her of Karath’s approach. “Mmmm? What? No, I’m not ready for- …. Dammit, Reese.” With a groan, she sits up, surveying the room. Completely unprepared for visitors. Despite her exhaustion, she launches into a flurry of action. The baskets of purchased goods are ferried into her chambers, to sit in a decidedly crooked line on the floor next to her bed. The half-finished contracts now visible on the desk are stuffed into a desk drawer. Cabinets are closed, books are stacked away onto one of her many shelves. Artemis had been kind enough to remove the blanket from the floor, but Naoki herself was still hardly presentable. From her dresser, Madame Naoki hastily selects a bright red sweater and a pair of what she usually used as loungewear pants, regretting not being able to spend more time to choose an appropriate outfit. One usually wears a sweater over something, after all. If Kate had decided to follow them back to the office, Naoki would gently usher Kate into her chamber, with an explanative apology and a suggestion to freshen up for dinner, gesturing to the cleaning and self care supplies atop the dresser before closing the door. Now with the room and her appearance taken care of, Madame Naoki thinks back to the words Reese used when informing her of the visitor. According to their code, his very particular wording told her a little bit about the impending visitor. Specifically, that they were a singular individual that appeared to be male, didn’t appear to be particularly dangerous, and didn’t explicitly state the nature of their business with her. She silently curses Resse once again, she didn’t have much to go off. After a hurried moment of consideration, she opts to go for the bubbly and likable. Leveraging her considerable skills of self-presentation and body language control, her demeanor -and with it, the atmosphere of the room- shifts; no longer is Madame Naoki exhausted from a day of passion and a long walk back, still far away, consumed in her enamourment, but rather filled with energy, each movement expressing a wealth of youthful exuberance, each lighthearted word springing from her lips like birds taking flight. Cracking her knuckles, she hopes that whoever it is that she’s about to meet will take well to this attitude she’s adopted. After Karath knocks, she waits the appropriate amount of time, as not to seem like she was standing just on the other side of the door, before opening the door inwards. It would be apparent to Karath that Madame Naoki’s office had been spared no expense, fully benefiting from the massive success of the business as a whole. The center of the room is dominated by the wide desk, large even as desks go. On the side facing the door, two visitor chairs sit, lined with comfortable red cloth. The walls are paneled with a similar red velvet fabric, fastened in an eye pleasing geometric pattern. The far wall is completely covered in book cases, and is mostly filled, with tomes of varying size and color. Three doors, two to the right, one to the left, lead into other rooms, the likes of which wouldn’t be immediately obvious to Karath. All of the woodwork in the room, the doors, the desk, the chairs, all of the cabinets, bookshelves, and edging, all seem to originate from the same, dark ebony tree, all polished to a fine finish. This contributes a sense of continuity and cohesion to the room. Madame Naoki nods her head in greeting to Karath, and offers her hand to shake. “Hello! I’m Madame Naoki, owner and proprietor of The Midnight Sun. I understand you have business with me?... Please, have a seat.” She gestures to the guest chairs, and after Karath seats himself, she would take her own seat across from him, listening to whatever he might have to say. |
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Nov 16, 2015 7:23:01 GMT -8
"You should go after her to make sure she's safe. We shouldn't disturb Madam Naoki, I'll tell your friend what happened when he exits. Does this sound okay?" Skarlet gets up from the table. Alden sighs and nods his ascent to Skarlets plan standing from the table and slipping from the bar. He does want to help Reyna but he has no confidence in his ability to provide comfort. Instead he takes Skarlets plan literally he will make sure Reyna stays safe but he won't approach her. He shadows the young women through the crowd passing like a ghost unseen, unheard, unnoticed. Though unlike a ghost Alden is ready is very capable of intervening should anyone but Karath try to trouble Reyna. |
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Screwtape
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: Unconfirmed
Physical Description: Screwtape's appearance is never agreed upon by those who dare pool their knowledge of him. Some say his hair is touched with grey, others mention his startling green eyes. What is agreed upon, however, is his compelling charisma and wickedly devilish smile.
Player's online availability : Fairly Often?
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:26:28 GMT -8
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Post by Screwtape on Nov 16, 2015 11:21:43 GMT -8
The broker considers this. He doesn't really remember where he came from. All he knows is that he just popped into existence one day, and decided that souls looked kind of interesting. He didn't have any family or anything like that. To be honest, he isn't even sure what he is. "No family. I suppose I have...no, I don't have any friends. I have colleagues, fellow enthusiasts, but not very many." He thinks for a moment more. "Hmm...I don't really do anything else. I just collect souls. I travel, there's something, I suppose. I only travel to look for more souls, though." He pulls out the bottled soul from before and stares into it. "They're pretty, don't you think?" Screwtape counters by withdrawing a bottle of his own. It glides smoothly across the table towards the broker, clinking softly against the glass of their own container. A diaphanous shimmer rests within the bottle as it spins. The light from a nearby chandelier strikes through the glass, casting a sparkling shimmer onto the tabletop. The devil smiles. "You said something about souls from humans with red hair earlier, I do believe. It is an all too common misconception, something the Lowerarchy has had a dickens of a time eradicating. That there are no souls in those fair-headed creatures, I mean.” The eyes of the Tempter light up as he nods towards the now resting bottle. "There is one of my more tasteful souls. It belonged to a particularly talented member of the theater in a certain city. The poor owner was indebted to the local Acting Guild. I saw her talent. The guild did not. For the small price of her soul, she received the fame and fortune rightly owed to her! Now she runs the place." Chortling, Screwtape leans forward, propping his chin in the palm of his right hand. "My proposition is two-fold, my friend. I still need to look over your collection, just as a formality. After this, however, I will fully deputize you as a journeyman working under yours truly. Seeing as the mere act of soul collecting is what you are after, I would happily deal with any and all fiscal matters. That's the first part. The second is tied to it, but involves some heavy doses of theological bylaws, Nonlinear Eschatology and such nonsense. Suffice it to say that when Judgement rings and all days come crashing to a close, I will be taking eternal possession of your collection. They will be stored, safely, Below. Your status as deputy means you will always be able to come see your souls whenever you chose. The ensemble simply has to be stored in the Lower Country after things end." A single yawn, probably contrived, interrupts the monologue. The tables around the pair have slowly emptied during the course of the conversation, leaving Screwtape alone with the Broker. Several employees are dutifully scrubbing, cleaning, sweeping, all in preparation for another rush. “Do you have any further questions?” |
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The Soul Broker
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: Eons
Physical Description: The soul broker is not particularly human-shaped. What's the point? He does business in his natural form, a rather shapeless mass with a large white mask. He "stands" about seven feet tall.
Clothes and Equipment: He doesn't carry any equipment, or wear any clothes. He has a lot of gold in his...pockets. Or somewhere. Who knows. He just carries it around.
Registered: Nov 5, 2015 17:15:34 GMT -8
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Post by The Soul Broker on Nov 16, 2015 12:05:15 GMT -8
"Hmm..."
The broker considers. When the world ends, the souls will be taken from him...but he would still be able to see them. That's alright, although he does enjoy maintaining them. Perhaps a compromise.
"It isn't just the collection of souls that I find fascinating, my dear demon. I also enjoy maintaining and organizing my collection, writing little tags for the bottles and such. Is there any way I would be able to curate the collection once the apocalypse comes? I assure you, I am an expert in the care and keeping of souls, in all environments. I can keep them in mint condition forever, without tarnishing or losing value."
He reaches out and takes the bottle from screwtape, inspecting it curiously.
"Oh my...this is a nice one."
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Karath Durson
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Nov 16, 2015 14:49:48 GMT -8
As Madame Naoki relaxes in her chair, a whisper rings out from her earring. Not loud enough to be heard to anyone else, the voice tells her of Karath’s approach. “Mmmm? What? No, I’m not ready for- …. Dammit, Reese.” With a groan, she sits up, surveying the room. Completely unprepared for visitors. Despite her exhaustion, she launches into a flurry of action. The baskets of purchased goods are ferried into her chambers, to sit in a decidedly crooked line on the floor next to her bed. The half-finished contracts now visible on the desk are stuffed into a desk drawer. Cabinets are closed, books are stacked away onto one of her many shelves. Artemis had been kind enough to remove the blanket from the floor, but Naoki herself was still hardly presentable. From her dresser, Madame Naoki hastily selects a bright red sweater and a pair of what she usually used as loungewear pants, regretting not being able to spend more time to choose an appropriate outfit. One usually wears a sweater over something, after all. If Kate had decided to follow them back to the office, Naoki would gently usher Kate into her chamber, with an explanative apology and a suggestion to freshen up for dinner, gesturing to the cleaning and self care supplies atop the dresser before closing the door. Now with the room and her appearance taken care of, Madame Naoki thinks back to the words Reese used when informing her of the visitor. According to their code, his very particular wording told her a little bit about the impending visitor. Specifically, that they were a singular individual that appeared to be male, didn’t appear to be particularly dangerous, and didn’t explicitly state the nature of their business with her. She silently curses Resse once again, she didn’t have much to go off. After a hurried moment of consideration, she opts to go for the bubbly and likable. Leveraging her considerable skills of self-presentation and body language control, her demeanor -and with it, the atmosphere of the room- shifts; no longer is Madame Naoki exhausted from a day of passion and a long walk back, still far away, consumed in her enamourment, but rather filled with energy, each movement expressing a wealth of youthful exuberance, each lighthearted word springing from her lips like birds taking flight. Cracking her knuckles, she hopes that whoever it is that she’s about to meet will take well to this attitude she’s adopted. After Karath knocks, she waits the appropriate amount of time, as not to seem like she was standing just on the other side of the door, before opening the door inwards. It would be apparent to Karath that Madame Naoki’s office had been spared no expense, fully benefiting from the massive success of the business as a whole. The center of the room is dominated by the wide desk, large even as desks go. On the side facing the door, two visitor chairs sit, lined with comfortable red cloth. The walls are paneled with a similar red velvet fabric, fastened in an eye pleasing geometric pattern. The far wall is completely covered in book cases, and is mostly filled, with tomes of varying size and color. Three doors, two to the right, one to the left, lead into other rooms, the likes of which wouldn’t be immediately obvious to Karath. All of the woodwork in the room, the doors, the desk, the chairs, all of the cabinets, bookshelves, and edging, all seem to originate from the same, dark ebony tree, all polished to a fine finish. This contributes a sense of continuity and cohesion to the room. Madame Naoki nods her head in greeting to Karath, and offers her hand to shake. “Hello! I’m Madame Naoki, owner and proprietor of The Midnight Sun. I understand you have business with me?... Please, have a seat.” She gestures to the guest chairs, and after Karath seats himself, she would take her own seat across from him, listening to whatever he might have to say. "Karath Durson, good to meet you." The young Sakandian man strode over to her and shook her hand, reciprocating her firmness in the hand and giving a friendly nod before taking his seat, sitting relaxed with his back straight in the chair. He felt like quite a ruffian in his current attire and his hair somewhat disheveled, though he spoke with a great deal of confidence and appeared quite comfortable. "Madame Naoki," he started, now paying the room a very close observation, his eyes calculatively examining every corner of the room. "You have a very fine establishment here, an enterprise of unique and admirable services that I can only hope will continue to reign in more success for you and your business partners. The products you've supplied have brought unprecedented changes to this city's economic landscape..." Karath's voice flowed with admiration, though he was sure Madame Naoki had heard this all before. He, however, had something to offer. "...And I have in my possession a product of a nature very sought after by the demographic who frequent your establishment," he said. "This ingredient is... well, exceedingly rare... it can be quite difficult to find and acquire, I must say." |
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Nov 16, 2015 15:57:39 GMT -8
Madame Naoki nods, acknowledging his praise. An underused negotiating tactic, she thought. Even aware as she was of the reason behind his kind words, she couldn’t help but enjoy the compliment.
Her eyebrows raise at the mention of his ‘ingredient’. It wasn’t often that she was approached by suppliers. Karath didn’t seem like much of a supplier, though. He spoke with at least some semblance of dignity, but he clearly wasn’t some wealthy plantation owner, and he didn’t have the air of a botanist. Well, not yet, anyway. Probably why he’s here, she supposes.
“Oh? What sort of ingredient do you have to offer?” She plays to her adopted attitude, leaning forward slightly in partially feigned curiosity.
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Karath Durson
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Nov 16, 2015 16:33:52 GMT -8
"Something that is perhaps best shown and experienced than spoken about... it brings about a most peculiar sensation, feelings that embody many of your existing recipes. It makes the world magic, without spell. Vibrant, happy.. inquisitive."
His words trailed into what was just over a whisper, as he sought description of an ineffable feeling from what remnants it left in his memory.
"But let us get to the point before I digress... you are skeptical. So please allow me to bestow upon you..."
And with that he pulled from one of three pouches on his belt a single glowing pink mushroom, rather large, and he stood up and paced over to her, handing her the specimen.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Nov 16, 2015 16:54:13 GMT -8
She gingerly plucks the proffered ‘shroom from Karath's hand, and sets it on the desk carefully. It did indeed, seem to be a mushroom, and is in fact glowing. Interesting.
“A mushroom with psychedelic effects, once ingested? I hope you won’t be offended if I take your word for it.”
She nods thoughtfully. Such an alchemical ingredient would definitely see use.
“I take it you have a reasonably sizable supply of these elsewhere, and would like to offer a quality of similar mushrooms in exchange for some payment or service from me?”
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Karath Durson
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Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Nov 16, 2015 17:17:09 GMT -8
"Indeed," he said, satisfied she was so quick to understand. "I happen to have a bulk supply right now that could be available for a single payment," he said. He undid the pouches from his belt and placed them in his lap.
"These are bags of holding. In them is about a year's supply, a few months if it gets real popular, but we can cross that bridge when we get there," he explained. "If the extract goes into a drink, I'd use lots of color in their promotion. It will make sense to the guests an hour later," he said. "You don't want to use the whole thing. Each one could make two or more beverages."
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Nov 16, 2015 19:55:04 GMT -8
Madame Naoki’s eyebrows raise even higher, her mouth forming a small ‘o’ as Karath mentions the bags. “In those little bags?”
She begins to internally question Karath’s motives. If he is being sincere, and isn’t masking his identity, why does he have all of these mushrooms? Where did he get them, and why would he keep them in three separate bags of holding, as opposed to just one? Why gather so many, if he isn’t sure that she would purchase them? Perhaps the bags are mundane, each containing a different type of poison. It seems plausible to her that Karath may be bluffing in some way, perhaps trying to poison her, or swindle her, lying about the bags.
Hmm. If he is acting, he’s not a bad actor. If he’s not, this would be quite the deal. She would continue to play along.
“That’s quite the proposition. I’m definitely interested in purchasing such a quantity of these mushrooms. I think the best way to proceed from here is to first, allow me to verify the quality of these mushrooms with our local botanist. She’s not here just now, but should be over within the next hour or so. Then, with her appraisal in mind, we should agree on a unit price, either per mushroom, or by the pound, and then, transfer the bulk of your stock from those bags into our larder, counting the quantity. I assume a lump sum in gold would be acceptable, based on the unit price we agreed upon beforehand.”
“And then, if you don’t mind my asking, would you mind telling me how you came by such an... abundance of these mushrooms? Seems like a funny thing to be carrying around, you know?”
She accompanies this last question with a tilt of her head and a light smile, hoping not to draw attention to the inquiry, and get an honest response.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Nov 16, 2015 20:19:20 GMT -8
Skarlet waits near Madame Naoki's door. She'd wait for Karath to exit so that she could tell him about Reyna. The vampire girl leaned on the wall and listened to the music playing in the Sun.
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Karath Durson
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Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Nov 17, 2015 11:23:16 GMT -8
Meanwhile, Karath was behind the closed door, hammering away at a deal that would hopefully provide them food, shelter, and a means out of here.
"Went walking through a very strange region," he said. "Surely you've heard of the Misty Woods," he said, describing a region that was not anyone's local anomaly but a persistent phenomena throughout the world. The region was fast becoming synonymous with impassable land or borders, and for good reason. "I was lucky to make it out alive... and before I did, I came across this most interesting species. I knew if I did not save them, they'd be lost to the known world," he said. He failed to mention how his own capacity to escape the illusory region aided in his acquisition of the ingredient--for a single mistake, a single adventure born out of his advice gone wrong, and somebody could be lost forever. Karath wanted to cross that bridge once their supply began running out, as part of a discussion on securing a consistent supply.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Nov 17, 2015 12:07:33 GMT -8
Madame Naoki nods, impressed. Either Karath was telling the truth, or he wasn’t; either way, her interest was piqued. Perhaps his skills, of either deception or… whatever manner of trickery he employed to escape that eldritch myth, could be leveraged to her benefit.
“Amazing. I think we’ve come to an agreement, then. You seem a bit... peckish. What do you say, while we’re waiting for my botanist to return, that I treat you to a drink? Or a meal, or something.”
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Karath Durson
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Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Nov 17, 2015 12:57:02 GMT -8
"That would be much appreciated! Though I must say there are a couple others waiting on me. But my partners and I would be very happy to sit down for a drink or a bite to eat, certainly," he said with a smile. Madame Naoki had made quite a good impression, and he felt very happy with the results of his meeting, though he was unaware that Reyna had left the establishment and Scarlet was waiting right outside the door.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Nov 17, 2015 13:29:16 GMT -8
“Any companions you might have are, of course, welcome to join us.”
Standing from her desk, Madame Naoki takes a moment to straighten her mismatched outfit. She considers asking for a moment to change, but decides against it.
Trusting Artemis to follow them, she leads the way to to the door, and opens it, revealing Skarlet. Naoki greets her, and provides introductions.
“Ah, Skarlet; hello! This is Karath. Karath, this is Skarlet.”
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Karath Durson
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Nov 17, 2015 13:32:49 GMT -8
Skarlet is offered a handshake and a winning smile; should she shake his hand, his grip would be firm and reflect that small sense of confident victory over his meeting.
"Good to meet you Skarlet," he said.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Nov 17, 2015 13:45:34 GMT -8
"Hello." Skarlet would extend her left hand, the one that wasn't in the sling. Her hand felt very cold when it connected with Karath's. "I accidently scared off your female friend I'm afraid. I told the other to go make sure she was okay. I'm sure they didn't go far."
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