Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175 
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 22, 2015 17:38:10 GMT -8
"Oh right, you were asleep..."
Vain grins. If only the wisp knew...
"Well, thanks for telling me rather than zapping me again. I do hope Andraste gets back soon."
He glances nervously at the door again, taking a long swig of the ale.
"This is good ale."
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Orgath
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: This wraith is covered in tattered black cloth. It has a black leather vest with various pouches and ornaments. A hood is pulled over the head of the wraith, concealing its face.
It generally appears an archer dressed for practical field work, long stays in the wilderness and extensive travel.
Across its back is a black shortbow, by its hip rests a quiver and a sword.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 14:44:17 GMT -8
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Post by Orgath on Sept 22, 2015 17:38:34 GMT -8
Orgath's master immediately understood the gravity of the situation, he felt the presence of the crystal fade, and there was silence for a long while.
"I am Al Múrin, creator of empires that now make up the rubble beneath your feet" His tone of voice had changed, it was neutral, there was nothing to draw from it anymore, it was just deep and distorted.
"The crystal you've been so clever to hide from me was the very rock that enslaved me to this... Existence". There was a pause, clearly someone was picking their words carefully. "I require the crystal to break my chains and return to what from your perspective could be considered... Life".
"What are your exact terms?" The voice inquired.
Al Múrin's presence was very volatile, it was not hard for a person of Andraste's skills to pick up on exactly what the person behind this voice was feeling. There was greed, impatience and hatred bubbling under the sweet neutral surface of the voice, but not necessarily aimed at her.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244 
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 22, 2015 17:50:16 GMT -8
"Now, we are approaching consensus. I thank you for heeding my word, Al Murin. My only terms are full disclosure and honesty," responds Andraste, her aura of serenity likely oppressive to the opposing force, the greed and hatred clashing with Andraste's peace and calm, a battle of wills. "First, I must know that you do not plan to plunge this world into darkness and tyranny with your return. I must know your full intent upon returning to this place. If you were a builder of empires, I know that you must be possessed of great power...I would urge you, however, not to take my words lightly. If I sense any dishonesty, I will destroy your precious crystal and you will be locked away in your current state for all eternity. You will keep one of your servants within The Conjunction so that I may pose questions to you when I need to, assuming I find out more about this crystal and your original identity. Finally, you will be patient with my work. This sort of magical art is a delicate practice, and if I do not channel the energy precisely right, your crystal may be ruined. Are my terms understood?" she asks. Her expression remains unchanged, but her tone holds a hint of danger within it. It is clear that she is not lying; her threats carry very real weight.
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Orgath
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: This wraith is covered in tattered black cloth. It has a black leather vest with various pouches and ornaments. A hood is pulled over the head of the wraith, concealing its face.
It generally appears an archer dressed for practical field work, long stays in the wilderness and extensive travel.
Across its back is a black shortbow, by its hip rests a quiver and a sword.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 14:44:17 GMT -8
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Post by Orgath on Sept 22, 2015 17:59:33 GMT -8
"Understood" and as fast as the presence had arrived, it abandoned Orgath and Andraste's side. There was nothing, no pressure, he was gone entirely. In the split second of time it took Al Múrin to answer before leaving, the emotions that had previously rested below the surface revealed their true nature, and Andraste was given enough of a clue to doubt the word of Al Múrin but surely not enough to dismiss it. Al Múrin would uphold their agreement, that was clear yet something was off. Andraste could easily destroy the crystal, but it did leave her an opportunity to ensure the survival of a place she seemingly cared for. Nothing was certain, it was up to Andraste to twist and turn this situation and make the right decision.
Orgath suddenly flinched, his empty gaze once again locking on Andraste. The wraith did not speak, but it understood the terms and conditions of the agreement, and it awaited her command.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 22, 2015 18:27:38 GMT -8
Andraste knows full well the being needs her more than she needs him. The Free City could stand on its own if need be, but this "Al Murin" requires her help. She still doubts his intentions, but as long as he abides to the contract she has put forward, she will have no qualms assisting him. After all, more manpower can't possibly be a bad thing. She nods to the wraith and gestures to the citadel, handing him an enchanted seal of her office simultaneously. "This object cannot be taken from me, only given willingly. Present it to the guards leading to The Citadel and those guarding The Conjunction and you will be allowed within. Please wait for me there until I return," requests Andraste, smiling placidly at the wraith.
Once the wraith leaves, she enters the Tavern again and sits beside Vain, grasping his hand beneath the table, clutching a little harder than usual. Although Vain hasn't been with her long enough to discern her every slightest expression, it's clear she's troubled by something. Before anyone can ask about it, however, their pizza arrives, topped with Prizzian sausage and thick, soft mozzarella cheese, the circular pie cut into seven wedges. Andraste's expression perks up almost unnoticeably at the arrival of the food, and she takes a short sip of her wine before gesturing to it. "Please, enjoy. I wish for you to take the first bite, Vain," says Andraste, smiling gently up at him.
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Orgath
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Physical Description: This wraith is covered in tattered black cloth. It has a black leather vest with various pouches and ornaments. A hood is pulled over the head of the wraith, concealing its face.
It generally appears an archer dressed for practical field work, long stays in the wilderness and extensive travel.
Across its back is a black shortbow, by its hip rests a quiver and a sword.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 14:44:17 GMT -8
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Post by Orgath on Sept 22, 2015 18:31:42 GMT -8
The wraith holds the seal within its scaly gauntlet, sparring a moment to stare at the closed door. Andraste had returned to whatever she was doing, and now came the wait. Orgath turned on his heel, setting a relaxed pace towards The Conjunction where he would await further notice.
He passed through the streets unnoticed and without drawing as much as one dirty look. A wraith of Orgath's nature could move unseen if needed.
-Exit-
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 22, 2015 18:33:54 GMT -8
"Well, alright..."
Vain lifts the strange triangular slice up to his mouth and takes a hesitant bite.
"Mmmph...mmm."
He pulls the slice away, trailing cheese comically. He chews, then swallows with a blissful expression on his face.
"That's good. That's really good."
He takes another, enthusiastic bite.
"That is really, really good. So, what did spooky-man want with you? I hope he didn't give you any trouble?"
His look of pizza-induced bliss gives way to one of concern.
"He didn't try to attack you, did he? No, of course not. That's silly. We would have heard. But what was he here for?"
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 22, 2015 18:44:49 GMT -8
Vigil is saddened when Andraste gets close with Vain again, his color becomes dimmer. When he looked at Andraste he could tell something was up, he wouldn't bother her about it now and spoil the mood. Vigil felt pain inside but tried to avoid making a sound indicating that. He didn't want to bother her with more trouble just yet.
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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 Sept 22, 2015 19:50:35 GMT -8
(Entering from The Midnight Sun)
The first thing that the Demonlord noticed was the sign of the nude lady, and judging by the way he stood there and just stared at it for a solid minute one could say it left an impression on him. What possessed somebody to stick that up there? Was it a marketing ploy or an inside joke perhaps? Or was he just overthinking things and this was just how mortals did things?
"Hell I don't know, I just wanna snag me a drink and look around, no need to get all deep and philosophical about some pretty tart immortalized in paint," he thought to himself.
Then came the second thing he noticed, a big burly man that seemed capable of snapping his human disguise's form in half and playing a beat on a pair of drums with them.
"Oh ah... h-hello there, *gulp* big fellow. I-I'm new here, b-been looking for a w-way to get p-proper citizenship and all. B-but things have been sort of h-hectic so I f-figured I'd t-try for a drink and maybe a fine m-m-meal."
He seemed perfectly pathetic, too small to be imposing and too scrawny to be thought of as a warrior. The magic that emanated off of him was also of rather limited sorts, though that was from immense concentration and purposeful chocking off of his demonic aura. However much like Vain it could be said that something seemed just a little twisted.
After a careful scan of the stick like figure before him Regalio allowed him past, but only after he ascertained that the kid was likely to piss himself out of fear if he was screamed at, or for that matter even looked at too hard and was not likely a threat to anything outside a fresh pair of pants.
Slipping through the doors he reinstated his goofy act, making it so that his skinny human illusion would be seen more as a klutz than a possible threat. As was now customary he shuffled over to the bar, keeping his head down and purposefully tripping himself over his robes a few times as he approached the bar.
But as he flicked his tongue out in anticipation for the drink soon to touch his lips he picked up on the smell of something in the air, something familiar. Something demonic.
Casting a wary gaze around him in as discreet a manner that a hood can allow he made note of the various people in the bar with him.
"H-hello there b-b-bartender..." he stuttered in as innocent of a voice as he could muster once we was satisfied with his search, "what d-do you recommend for a t-traveler weary from the r-road?"
Upon hearing whatever was suggested he'd order it immediately, eager to get the formality over with so he could enjoy the real reason he came here, the ambient sounds and atmosphere of the place. He couldn't explain it but there was just something so interesting about bars. Though if he'd have to guess it'd be the history of the bizarre things that tended to happen with intoxicated people grouped up under one roof.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 22, 2015 19:58:19 GMT -8
When the strange, skinny man walks in, Vain looks up curiously. He senses something demonic in the air. Surely it can't be that man? But it must be, he's the one who just came in. And Vain knows not to judge a demon by it's looks. He's probably disguised, that's all. However, since he doesn't seem to be threatening, Vain simply moves a little closer to Andraste and glances over at the man every now and then. He looks weak, but feels strong...gotta keep an eye on that one.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 22, 2015 22:29:16 GMT -8
Andraste is entirely oblivious to the Daemonlord as he enters, her thoughts too focused upon other things to actively probe out his daemonic essence. That said, she certainly enjoys Vain's resultant closeness to her, giving him a quick smile before taking a slice of the pizza for herself and biting into it. "So, Vigil," she starts after swallowing, "about your bindings. How long do you think you will be able to stave off maturing? Being unbound could be potentially very dangerous, could it not?"
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 22, 2015 22:57:47 GMT -8
"Oh... I dunno. I still have a few days. I can always take actions to prolong it, like releasing excess energy." Vigil's voice sounded a little gloomy. "That's enough time right?"
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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 Sept 22, 2015 23:20:28 GMT -8
When his order came in the draconian nightmare paid for it dutifully with the faintest hint of a frown creasing his brow. With a grunt and a gulp he deposited the unnecessary nutrients into his burning gullet, knowing that sooner or later the resulting farts would be something to gag a zombie with. But that was future Maelik's problem, and present Maelik didn't give a damn about future Maelik's stomach issues.
Thanking the barkeep for the prompt service he looked over his shoulder back to the room at large, putting a more vehement effort into tracking down the culprit for the presence he sensed earlier. He wasn't all that terribly paranoid that they'd strike out of any of that nonsense, he was well liked in his own circle and respected enough in the others to be given a wide berth. Eventually his eyes fell upon the too perfect face of Vain.
"Hey wait a minute..." he muttered whilst tapping his chin with a finger, "if I'm not mistaken it's that trouble making youngster." Maelik sat there and gave the incubus a hard look, his eyes slitting up to their more natural state as his concentration wavered a little bit in his contemplation.
"No, couldn't be. He wouldn't stick around one woman for too long... Unless of course he was bound... But if he was bound then why does he seem so damn happy about it?" His quiet mumbles slowly started to transition into growls as his voice became deeper and deeper.
Then he glanced over to the company Vain chose to keep, a brilliantly shining orb creature and a rather fetching lady, and one that he seemed to be rather partial to if his proximity to her was any indication.
"Oh, well that makes more sense," he reasoned, the hard edge already leaving his glare. He could sense some manner of tension over there and using his basic knowledge of manners he came to the conclusion that now was not the best time to reintroduce himself to the little scamp and see how he was holding up.
"My do they grow up fast, one minute they're primordial ooze and the next they're out on their own and breaking hearts."
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 23, 2015 5:43:19 GMT -8
Vain glances over at the skinny man. He realizes, with annoyance, that the man is staring at him. Something is off about that demonic presence. It feels...familiar. Ah well, he's not making any threatening moves.
"Andraste, you're the minister of magic, right? What do you do, exactly? What are your duties?"
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Sept 23, 2015 14:17:42 GMT -8
(OOC: These events take place after the quest I'm currently in for timeline purposes.)
Grandma shuffles into the Saucy Maid, staff tapping on the floor as she made her way into the building. She was interested in seeing what the other bars and taverns around the city offered. After all, keeping an eye on the Midnight Suns competition was good for buisness. It appeared to be quite a nice establishment, respectable but not too uptight. There appeared to be a number of very interesting people in at the moment.
Making her way over to the bar, Grandma waited for someone to serve her. She glanced at the food and drink options while she waited.
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 23, 2015 20:07:12 GMT -8
Andraste smiles reassuringly at Vigil and nods. "I am sure it will be more than enough time to do what must be done," she responds, stroking the top of his orbular structure comfortingly as she leans into Vain beside her, enjoying his closeness as she rests her head upon his shoulder. She wasn't generally one for public displays of affection, but the closer she is to him, the more at ease she feels. Surely it's just the binding...surely.
She looks up at him with those big, inquisitive sunset orange eyes of hers as he questions her, listening intently to his question and pondering a moment before responding, "My job is a...complex one. I handle all matters of magic within the city. It is a very broad description; if there is magic crime at hand, I or one of my office is part of the investigation. I recruit and scout magi for the city. I am the city's magical advisor, and my archives contain much knowledge about the Free City and its workings."
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 23, 2015 20:18:05 GMT -8
Vigil feels comforted somewhat by Andraste's touch, but he still has nerves. "Andraste you went outside when I wanted to tell you, I have something to speak to you about at some point. It confuses me and I'd prefer to mention it in private
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Francesco d'Artusio
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 26
Physical Description: Francesco d'Artusio is a very dashing young man, from his long, wavy locks to his slim, built figure, his dark, yet striking eyes, his strong, cut jaw. His slightly darkened skin only adds to this appeal, giving him a rather exotic flair. In addition, a mischievous grin graces his face when he serves his customers, as if sharing in a joke with them. He speaks with a lilting, exotic, lively accent, as well. Overall, his charm is irresistible to most, and particularly women -- Francesco is known as a master seducer. He seems to even possess an almost unearthly draw to him, perhaps due to some sort of magic.
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Francesco generally wears simple, yet elegant clothing, consisting of an open well-tanned leather vest over a fine silk maroon tunic, which is almost always partially unbuttoned to showcase his well-cut figure, complimented by his clinging grey trousers and calf-high boots. Around his neck he wears a simple sterling silver pendent in the shape of the moon, mysteriously mirroring its phases as the moon changes, the eye seemingly irresistibly drawn to it on first glance. On slow nights, he lets his sister Catalina take over operation of the bar, showing off his musical skill and the deftness of his slender fingers by gracing the Tavern's patronage with the sweet melodies of his citrole, a four-stringed plucked instrument with a happy, upbeat sound to it.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 0:13:22 GMT -8
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Post by Francesco d'Artusio on Sept 23, 2015 20:18:41 GMT -8
Regalio keeps an eye on Grandma as she enters, detecting something sinister in her aura just as well as the two daemonfolk. This place was becoming crowded with harmless-looking, yet entirely suspicious folk. He rests a hand on the haft of a mastercrafted steel one-handed war pick hanging to his side, his eyes scanning the crowd diligently. Something could easily go wrong here.
Meanwhile, Francesco, the man oozing charm and personality at a magnitude rivalling Naoki's and Vain's, slides up to where Grandma sits, grinning a wide grin at her. "Buongiorno, bella!" he greets, sliding a beverage coaster toward her. "You look like the finest of women. May I suggest a glass of our most decadent Medanese Gold? It would surely compliment your noble bearing. Perhaps a Phoenix Red for your fiery spirit? Hearty stouts, from New Brimiardian Weisse to Aaedanian Black Ale! Mead from the far north of Aesgir! Anything you may want, cara, we have," he continues, warmly.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 23, 2015 20:25:05 GMT -8
"Wow..."
He wraps an arm around Andraste as she snuggles into his shoulder.
"You must be so busy. How do you make time to do anything fun? Or relaxing? I could give you that massage I was telling you about, to loosen up your sore muscles...hey, do you play any instruments? I know how to play a few, if you have any lying around. My old master taught me. He taught me lots of things. I'm good with knots and ropes, too."
He chews on his pizza. Andraste is close, there's busty barmaids and open-shirted tavern owners walking around, there's good food and drink, and the wisp isn't zapping him. Life is good.
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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 Sept 23, 2015 21:11:44 GMT -8
Maelik offered a friendly nod Grandma's way but other than that he kept his attention focused purely on Vain. With an intensity that could only be described as unsettling he studied the incubus although he tried his best not to show it. He even went to the extent of spinning around in his stool to distract himself, his suddenly glowing eyes leaving a little light trail haloing around his head.
"Hey barkeep, do you happen to carry any arsenic? Or perhaps that fancy clear oil?" he asked without stopping his gyrations in the least. "Or for that matter anything that can make a small but warm fire if need be? I'd be ecstatic if it would be possible for me to buy some, although if that's not possible I can do without. I'll just keep spinning and spinning and spinning some more!"
Despite the turbulent motion though Maelik could still catch clear images of the incubus with his maiden and his floating torch friend. Those images tempted him even further, he simply had to go over there and say hello.
"No don't be stupid. What could you even say?" he growled to himself, "oh why hello there! I promise I won't try reach down your throat and play harmonica with your torn out kidneys! How's about some tea?"
He face palmed himself and released yet another frustrated growl. "Besides, what good will having a relic like me around do for him? I'd probably just embarrass him in front of his friends anyways!"
Around and around he spun without an end in sight, though blissfully he didn't seem close to getting dizzy.
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