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Registered: Oct 31, 2024 15:35:28 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2016 21:14:38 GMT -8
"Aah! Fire!" The guards and farmers immediately start putting out the fire, ignoring the gnoll. It's soon extinguished, with only minimal damage. However, Mirssa would have had ample time to escape. Meanwhile, Rowena runs after the dragon, carrying the massive sword effortlessly. "Hey, what's going on? Why is the corn on fire?" The distraction worked, @mirssa would run once she hit the forest and could finally go and report her findings to Legion Master Zhax. [Exit] ((I was told that Rowena Fletcher said I could go, just FYI))
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Tavrinth
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Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 700 Years
Physical Description: Size: Length - 90 ft
Height - 45 ft
Type: Chromatic (Hybrid Black/Purple)
Color: Black with light purple sheen on scale tips.
Eye color: Purple
Humanoid form: Pale skin, black hair, bright purple eyes. Young adult, good looking
http://tinyurl.com/jscju3u
Clothes and Equipment: None in dragon form.
Human form - Simple black tunic and pants. Black leather overcoat with purple fringes with white runes.
Also sometimes wears black armor.
http://tinyurl.com/hag9awf
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 19:47:29 GMT -8
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Post by Tavrinth on Mar 13, 2016 10:44:41 GMT -8
Tavrinth flies circles above the estate, finding nothing. He expands his search, flying into the distance, leaving Rowena to deal with the fire.
[exit]
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Rei Fletcher
New
I'm spooky
Roleplay posts: 5
Registered: Mar 4, 2017 15:50:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rei Fletcher on Mar 4, 2017 17:49:22 GMT -8
Golden predatory hues flickered into existence from beneath the darkness of a brush starring out across the courtyard of the estate, scanning searching, the creature seemed to linger in the shadows a moment before slowly stepping out into the light.
Fur as dark as midnight, a cat, noiselessly the being made its way across the courtyard sun-light shimmering off its dark coat as it padded across the lawn and deftly leapt onto a windowsill, peering through the glass and into the manor itself.
Sitting upon its haunch it began to lick the back of its paw, before dipping its head towards the side and running its paw over its right ear.
A soft Mew~ emanated from the creatures throat as it turned once more and hopped from its perch, landing weightlessly upon the ground as it slowly began to follow along the outside of the manor, looking for any way in.
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Jin
Established
Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Mar 6, 2017 18:10:54 GMT -8
Despite the harrowing ventures within the open roads, the young man had managed to safely navigate his way from the danger-riddled forestry, and come to an odd clearing that held a grandeur scene. Scratched in various areas, his clothes muddied and worn down from traveling, and being overall weary from traveling consistently, Andres couldn't help but sigh in heavy relief! He takes his time residing beneath one of the nearby trees, restoring his stamina and energy with food and drink. Once he had felt it sufficient enough to brave heading to this grand establishment, he'd motion down a nearby hill, approaching the guarded area and acquiring quite a few wary looks. In retrospect, he probably looks like one of the very marauders that had tried assaulting him some time ago.
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Rei Fletcher
New
I'm spooky
Roleplay posts: 5
Registered: Mar 4, 2017 15:50:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rei Fletcher on Mar 6, 2017 19:26:39 GMT -8
Midnight:
Ears twitched and flickered slightly at the sound of someone approaching the cat itself had not made it very far when it turned its head in the direction of the noise, slitted hues narrowing slightly as it peered down the path spying the visage of a man who seemed to be venturing towards the estate. The cat darted across the courtyard appearing no more than a blur of motion as it scurried beneath the shade of a tree easily blending in with its environment.
Effortlessly the cat began to scale the trunk until it was perched upon one of the lower hanging branches get a better look. Watching , waiting, those predatory golden hues followed the males movements until he would pass beneath the tree, weightlessly the cat leapt from the branch causing it to spring upward as the cat landed soundlessly upon the ground in front of the male.
Its left ear twitched as it peered up at Andres – Before padding slowly towards him, passing between his legs hand brushing up against his calf it turned. Tails brushing lightly against the male as it began to head back towards the manor stopping a moment.
Mew~
The soft sound emanated from its throat once more seeming as if to want Andres to follow as it craned its head back before making its way towards the manor.
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Jin
Established
Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Mar 7, 2017 13:20:57 GMT -8
The wandering male would find himself trailing along one of the major pathways to the estate, some form of hesitancy given, considering his attire. He was self-aware of how he may look as he steadily approached the manor itself, but there was no manner that he could tidy himself up to appropriately look the part. His sleep-deprived eyes may have perceived movement out of the corner of his eyes, and he turns his attention to the direction - only to earn nothing but a faint breeze that may be inspired by the wind itself. His paranoia and lack of proper sleep were certainly wearing on him, mental and physical fatigue burdening his shoulders as he shakes his head lightly, and continues onward.
Alas, he's momentarily startled as a black figure lands before him, a hand almost rising to grasp his blade as a serene image of a bandit appears before him! "G-gah! What th..." He trails off, squinting as his guard lowers itself shortly after, spotting the cat as it made his approach toward him. His scrutiny gives way to a small, if not weary smile as it brushes along his person, before pacing off toward the manor, its odd knack of communication evidently reaching the young man. Looking around slowly, he would soon keep in pace with the cat, directing his attention to the incoming manor.
"This will go well..." He mutters, attempting to at least fix his hair to look somewhat presentable... But he naturally fails, and leaves his attire and appearance as is. Alas, he's struggling as a mere human in a world full of monsters, magic, and other oddities. Even so, he's motivated to make a name for himself, and everyone had to start out somewhere.
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Rei Fletcher
New
I'm spooky
Roleplay posts: 5
Registered: Mar 4, 2017 15:50:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rei Fletcher on Mar 7, 2017 16:21:44 GMT -8
Midnight padded along the path keeping pace with the strange male so as to not wander off too far, though the house itself was not the creature’s intended direction, the cat began to veer down a side path which wrapped around the perimeter of the house. The cat stopped only occasionally – to make sure that Andres was still following as it lead him deeper into the estate. Pass the gardens , the lawn, and down another path which appeared less maintained than the rest of the estate; overgrown weeds and loose cobble though the remnants were still clearly visible and easy enough to follow. Arching trees , offered a nice bit a shade from the sun which loomed high overhead. Soon, Andres would arrive at what appeared to be a grave of sorts. A wrought iron gate which lay twisted and bent as if mauled by some strange creature - the rest of the fencing was in a state of disarray with various gaps between the bars and loose bits of rubble which spilled out onto the path
Andres would easily be able to find an entry point- otherwise forcing the gate open was always an option.
Midnight easily slipped between the bars disappearing beneath some growth before emerging on the other side. He continued towards a very specific looking grave, arching his back before leaping up to landing upon the top of a head stone , turning to face Andre’s a it merely plopped upon its haunch as if to say here. Golden orbs fixed upon the male as its tail swished back and forth.
The graveyard itself was a collection of tombstone and crypts- various names- and dates. The area in front of the grave covered in leaves of gray and brown and loose soil.
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Jin
Established
Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Mar 7, 2017 16:53:14 GMT -8
Continuing in his approach toward the gates, a pause is given, studying the metal bearings presented before him. Crouching slightly, Andres would take the time to inspect the bars, as if trying to discern what sort of animal, or force of nature could even bend metal in such a form! It was certainly baffling to be sure, tracing his bare hand along the metal structure, before adjusting his attention to the nearby cat. He felt it'd be unwise to venture through the gate and continue following the odd animal, but the manner in which it continually looked back at him...it was a curiosity to say the least, and he'd grudgingly continue lagging behind his 'guide'. "I'm going to wind up regretting this, somehow. I came this far, at least..but I hope this doesn't land me in a cell, I can't afford to wind up back in one." He mutters, dreading the mere idea of imprisonment. Even so he has to steel his resolve to continue on the harrowing trip, deftly moving through the metal in order to keep up with 'Midnight'.
Alas, their destination becomes clear, his pacing coming to a grinding halt as he peers downward! Scrutinizing the gravestones before him, he would look beneath the cat's perch, an eyebrow raising as he mutters profanities. Had he been lead to some creepy graveyard, and away from his actual destination? Even now, his weary mind cursed at him for following the obscure directions from a cat, having half a mind to merely return to the main road once more. Despite this, the manner in which the cat gazed upon him drew hesitation, as he was half-way from standing up. Sweeping at the gravestone for a moment, he'd attempt to read the name inscribed upon it...It was just a gravestone though, right?
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Rei Fletcher
New
I'm spooky
Roleplay posts: 5
Registered: Mar 4, 2017 15:50:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rei Fletcher on Mar 7, 2017 17:58:23 GMT -8
Swish, its tail swayed slowly back and forth like the pendulum of a clock in an almost rhythmic fashion as Andres neared the grave. Bright golden hues meeting his own almost willing him forward. Yet it remained still, allowing the male to approach on his own. The soft rustling of leaves as a subtle breeze whirled around them – like a withheld breath that was suddenly released. Petals from a nearby Magnolia dotted the otherwise dulled earth- hues of pink and white which contrasted with the dead things. The grave, Andres , would come to find was illegible. Having been weathered over the years a mere slate- for the one that had been put to rest there.
Mew.~
The creature’s head canted towards the side- almost knowingly, and perhaps Andres would realize this himself as he began the rise. The ground beneath his feet seemed to sink, slightly at first then with a loud crack, the ground gave way completely and suddenly – and unless the unlikely male was able to retreat far enough away he would find himself tumbling into what seemed a bottomless pit.
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Light struggled to reach the bottom - though it slanted through the hole that had been created falling upon a rather strange looking sarcophagus, the top of which was completely flat and had little markings, A black amorphous mass could be seen, writhing and bubbling atop the lid like some strange dark creature when four pairs of golden eyes flickered into existence belonging to four more cats which bore a striking resemblance to the one that had lead Andre’s there. But most strange a seeming child lay stretched across the top partially buried beneath his feline companions.
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Jin
Established
Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Mar 8, 2017 15:57:28 GMT -8
As our wayward traveler investigates the decrepit grave-site, he could feel the soil beneath him shifting ever-so slightly, though it was presumed that it was merely him disturbing the gentle terrain laid out. However, as the ground gives underneath his weight, a loud, harsh yell escapes from his lips, only to be abruptly cut off as he plunges below! How far he fell was beyond his ability to comprehend, but it felt as if he was plummeting to Hell itself, writhing in place as he ruptures dirt and debris around his person, further dirtying his attire. Grimacing as he struggles to pick himself up, he would struggle to make out his surroundings, given the lack of lighting in place. Even so, a black entity moving about would certainly draw his attention, and further yells of both surprise and horror. Was this some demonic trap laid out before him, in an attempt to lure him to some child's grave?!
Unable to confidently use the sword strapped to his back, he'd utilize a dagger that was sheathed along his belt, bringing it before him defensively as beads of cold sweat poured down his brow, shaky breaths given as he struggles to make out what was before him. It was unnatural, and potentially even unreal at that...It seemed to be made of various bodies, and the sarcophagus was certainly something he hadn't been expecting.
"W-what the..hell?! What is this!!! Can anyone hear me?! HELP!" He calls out from below, his voice echoing several times over as he struggles to pick himself up properly. He was panicked to some degree - this was far beyond the means of some bandit, or mere animal, after all! He was but a normal traveler, now being thrown into a situation where he truly felt helpless.
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Rei Fletcher
New
I'm spooky
Roleplay posts: 5
Registered: Mar 4, 2017 15:50:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rei Fletcher on Mar 8, 2017 18:17:54 GMT -8
Loose earth showered in through the small opening kicking up dust which lingered in the air, tiny golden motes which danced in shaft of the light- though finally the dust began to settle allowing one to see a bit more clearly as four cats perched up creeping towards the edge of the sarcophagus giving the lad a quizzical look as Andres drew his blade, they were still obscuring the visage of the small child laying behind them. The fall, was deep far, yet thankfully not enough to cause Andre’s death yet all around it seemed that there was no where to climb back up and the hole was too far to jump, at least for a normal human.
His voice echoed within the confined space seemingly suffocating as it echoed for several more moments before finally fading into the ether . There came a soft noise, a subtle grunt as the boy began to stir seemingly drawn from his slumber by the others shouts. Slowly, the boy sat up, emerald hues flickering open. Pale flesh seemed to glow within the darkness - pale flesh. He was covered in what seemed to be a white buttoned shirt – with a red ribbon tied about his neck. Black shorts and knee high socks complete with hard leather shoes, yet strangely there seemed to be not a spec of dirt on him. In fact it seemed to pass right through him!
He starred at Andres dumbly as if not fully grasping the situation – though his gaze move from Andre’s face towards his daggers clutched within each hands.
Rei’s face paled visibly if that were at all possible. “Please sir, did you come to kill me? I’m to young to die!”
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Grubb Corntwigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: A small pixie, and like other pixies only a few inches tall. He has brown bug-like wings he typically prefers to keep folded behind him unless he is actively in flight. It is very common to see him with a bit of dirt on his face as he is an earth pixie.
Clothes and Equipment: He prefers the colors of the earth for clothing; browns, reds, greens, and yellows. He also tends to carry a tiny satchel with him, which he keeps slung around to his back under his wings.
Registered: May 16, 2017 7:55:54 GMT -8
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Post by Grubb Corntwigs on May 17, 2017 9:03:36 GMT -8
As it appeared many people had before him, Grubb found himself walking across the palatial estate of the Fletcher family. Not that Grubb took notice of direction, but he happened to be on the north side of the manor house, which of course meant strawberries.
Grubb, not more than a few inches tall, absolutely loved sweet things, and these strawberries looked magnificent. He pulled one of the delightful fruits from its stem on a bush. The strawberries weren't his, but no one would miss just one right? There were rows and rows of the plants and more delicious fruits than even he could eat. It was alright, he thought. He held the fruit out in front of him in both hands, almost having to hug the giant berry as he wandered looking for a place to eat his pilfered prize.
The pixie extended his bug-like brown wings, and beat them against the air quickly. He got a bit of altitude, perhaps a few feet, and was able to finally see the house in the middle of the sprawling estate that he had wandered on to. He might have flown in for a closer look (and to eat the strawberry), but something else caught his eye; something that was not like the rest of the healthy green, brown, and yellow. Flying a bit closer, it was clear there had been a fire amongst the corn.
"What a shame! What a crying shame!" Grubb said aloud to himself as he landed on the blackened earth.
He bit a huge mouthful of the berry as he looked around. The soil here, like the soil on the rest of the estate, was wonderfully rich and fertile. This patch of earth at one point had given life to corn, and now it stood bare.
"An absolute travesty!" he said to himself again, only this time a bit louder and with a mouthful of fruit.
Grubb took another bite of fruit before he'd even swallowed the first bit, and set the strawberry on the ground. He turned away from his meal, and bent down to put his hand on the earth. He patted it gently as one might pet a dog or a cat, and then moved his hand around in a little circle on the soil's surface. He beat his wings again, and a tiny bit of brown dirt fell from them, and drifted to the ground slowly. The pixie grabbed up his strawberry, swallowed the wad of fruit in his mouth, and watched.
A single, tiny sprout slowly inched forth from the scorched dirt. It began to grow, very slowly at first, into a sprig, and then into a stalk, and then all at once a single giant corn plant sprang forth from the soil! Grubb stared up at the creation, quite pleased with himself. In this tiny spot, where there was once the blackened remains of burned plant, now stood a corn stalk - strong, tall, and bearing corn fit for any animal that walked or flew!
He rewarded himself with another hulking mouthful of strawberry.
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Post by The Fletcher Family on May 17, 2017 9:52:04 GMT -8
A gardener burst out of the corn, carrying a butterfly net. He ran towards the hungry pixie, net held high.
"I thought I saw a little fairy flying over the fields! I've got you now, you little th-"
He stopped mid-sentence, seeing the corn sprout. That hadn't been there before, had it? He looked from the sprout to the fairy, and back again. Surely the fairy hadn't done that? There wasn't any better explanation. Just yesterday, this spot had been little more than charred ash. How else could a corn stalk have grown so quickly, except for magic? He put down the net and knelt down to the little pixie, noting with some dissatisfaction that the little creature was currently snacking on one of his prize strawberries.
"Did you do this, little one? Did you grow this cornstalk?"
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Grubb Corntwigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: A small pixie, and like other pixies only a few inches tall. He has brown bug-like wings he typically prefers to keep folded behind him unless he is actively in flight. It is very common to see him with a bit of dirt on his face as he is an earth pixie.
Clothes and Equipment: He prefers the colors of the earth for clothing; browns, reds, greens, and yellows. He also tends to carry a tiny satchel with him, which he keeps slung around to his back under his wings.
Registered: May 16, 2017 7:55:54 GMT -8
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Post by Grubb Corntwigs on May 17, 2017 10:59:18 GMT -8
"NET!" Grubb yelled in alarm as a gardener, a member of the Fletcher Family Staff, came tearing out of the tall corn nearby.
He started to run, but in his surprise and hurry fumbled his stolen strawberry loot. His half-eaten strawberry rolled across the charred dirt, and Grubb made a quick grab for it. He scooped it up, and turned to look at the oncoming gardener. Grubb was an instant from burrowing into the safety of the ground below them when the gardener stopped and put down the net.
When the man knelt down, Grubb examined the strawberry; it had picked up some dirt, a bit of blackened ash, but otherwise it was perfectly fine. The gardener would see Grubb, a tiny pixie with a bit of dirt on his hands and face, munching once again his now only slightly worse-for-wear strawberry. The fairy reached up with one hand and straightened his strange, pointy, obviously home made hat.
"Murph-um phuu-cern phurn." Grubb replied with a nod, his mouth too full of soiled strawberry to be properly understood.
Nonetheless, it was confirmation enough that the pixie was in fact responsible for the single stalk of corn that now stood in the Fletcher family's field.
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Post by The Fletcher Family on May 17, 2017 14:11:21 GMT -8
"Hmm..."
The gardener watched the little pixie eat, thoughtfully. It certainly was an odd sort of creature, he thought, but potentially helpful. One could never trust fairies, though. They were always getting into mischief. Still, perhaps he could replace these cornstalks cheaply.
"Say, little one...could you grow all this corn back? If you did, I'd be willing to reward you. Say...a whole basket of berries? How does that sound, hmm?"
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Grubb Corntwigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: A small pixie, and like other pixies only a few inches tall. He has brown bug-like wings he typically prefers to keep folded behind him unless he is actively in flight. It is very common to see him with a bit of dirt on his face as he is an earth pixie.
Clothes and Equipment: He prefers the colors of the earth for clothing; browns, reds, greens, and yellows. He also tends to carry a tiny satchel with him, which he keeps slung around to his back under his wings.
Registered: May 16, 2017 7:55:54 GMT -8
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Post by Grubb Corntwigs on May 17, 2017 14:39:55 GMT -8
Grubb stopped chomping down mouthfuls of berry as the gardener mentioned his offer; a whole basket of berries. Grub opened and closed his mouth just a bit slower now, imagining himself the owner of such a treasure, a tiny bit of half-masticated red fruit visible in his mouth as he thought. A basket of berries, just for him!
But.. could it be better? He swallowed the bit of berry in his mouth.
"Is there pie?" the little pixie asked. He dared to dream.
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Post by The Fletcher Family on May 17, 2017 16:10:07 GMT -8
The gardener smiled, seemingly thoughtful.
"Well...I'm not much of a baker, myself. But, if you do a good job, I suppose I could have one of the cooks fix you up a pie. They're awfully good at baking, you know. They make these delicious pies, steaming hot, full of juicy berries and sugary syrup with a light, flaky crust...but, of course, that's only if you do a good job with the corn. Otherwise, I'm not sure I can convince them to do it. They're very busy, you know, cooking for all the Fletchers on the estate."
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Grubb Corntwigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: A small pixie, and like other pixies only a few inches tall. He has brown bug-like wings he typically prefers to keep folded behind him unless he is actively in flight. It is very common to see him with a bit of dirt on his face as he is an earth pixie.
Clothes and Equipment: He prefers the colors of the earth for clothing; browns, reds, greens, and yellows. He also tends to carry a tiny satchel with him, which he keeps slung around to his back under his wings.
Registered: May 16, 2017 7:55:54 GMT -8
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Post by Grubb Corntwigs on May 17, 2017 17:18:02 GMT -8
Grubb loved berries, especially these berries, but a pie, a real pie? That was something special! Grubb would, occasionally enough, come upon the raw plant material to make himself some berries, but given that he had no money and wasn't terribly popular with the big-folk, baked goods were far more valuable to him.
The pixie dropped his strawberry, and snapped to attention. The little pixie gave a tiny solute to the gardener.
"For a pie, I'll have the whole place standing tall in no time!"
Grubb bent down, as he had before, and patted the soil near his feet. He looked up at the gardener, then at the charred earth, and then back at the gardener once more.
"I can't - I can't do it with you watching. It makes me nervous." he continued to look up at the gardener until the man turned away (or at a minimum denied his request vehemently enough that Grubb would have to do it with him watching).
Confident that he was no longer under the judging eye of the gardener (or not, depending on the man's reaction), Grubb bent down again and patted the ground. He moved his hand in a little circle, beat a bit of brown dust off of his wings, and once again his magic began to work. A tiny sprout grew into a little sprig, which grew into a mighty stalk of corn.
Grubb moved forward several steps, beating his wings as he went, and repeated his little ritual. After a couple of corn stalks had grown up, he was entirely engrossed in his work, and would be completely unaware of the gardener watching or not.
"I. Like. Pie." he said to himself as he bent down, patting the ground between each word. This was his way of keeping himself focused, as he knew this was exactly the type of task he could easily be distracted from; something he couldn't risk with pie hanging in the balance.
With repetition, Grubb's magic began to work faster. His stops to repeat the patting ritual became less and less frequent, as just the simple beating of his wings began to be enough make the corn spring forth from the charred soil. The pixie's work began to produce straight rows of perfectly spaced corn, each and every plant with ears all ready for harvest.
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Post by The Fletcher Family on May 18, 2017 14:57:40 GMT -8
The gardener nodded, satisfied. It would be well worth the effort to convince the cooks to bake a pie if he could restore this cornfield. Chucking at the little pixie's request, he turned away for a moment and waited. A little while later, his curiosity overcame him, and he watched the intently-focused pixie with wonder. Who would have thought a fairy would ever be so useful? He sat back and watched, amazed, as row after row of flawless corn grew out of nowhere. Amazing. If only they had fairies working for them all the time...but the gardener had had enough experience with fairies to know that the plan would never work. Convincing them to do something once, especially for a wonderful reward, was easy enough. However, getting them to do it regularly was nearly impossible. They'd get bored of the treats quickly, and then get distracted and go off to do other things. However, the little fairy seemed to be doing good work. When he was finished, the gardener knelt down again, beaming at him.
"Amazing! You actually did it! Come with me, little one. You've earned your pie. What kind would you like? Cherry? Blackberry? You can have whatever you want on it."
He started leading the little fairy out of the cornfields towards the mansion.
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Grubb Corntwigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: A small pixie, and like other pixies only a few inches tall. He has brown bug-like wings he typically prefers to keep folded behind him unless he is actively in flight. It is very common to see him with a bit of dirt on his face as he is an earth pixie.
Clothes and Equipment: He prefers the colors of the earth for clothing; browns, reds, greens, and yellows. He also tends to carry a tiny satchel with him, which he keeps slung around to his back under his wings.
Registered: May 16, 2017 7:55:54 GMT -8
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Post by Grubb Corntwigs on May 18, 2017 18:23:19 GMT -8
Grubb absolutely was easily distracted; it was just his nature. He was curious, unassuming, and very much full of life, but along with that came the attention span of a koi fish - and the occasional departure into his own little world. That being said, he seemed to lack the normal pixie urge for purposeful mischief. This would make the possibility of a long-term relationship with the fairy possible, yet not without some (potentially) major hurdles. It all simply depended upon how much the gardener would be willing to put up with.
The little pixie was just about finished by the time the gardener returned. He was of course unaware of the man's watching him up to that point. Grubb returned the man's smile.
"Yes!" Grubb responded emphatically to the gardener's multiple choice question concerning what type of fruit he would want in his pie.
Grubb followed the man, on foot, up to the mansion. Grubb of course had to walk quite a bit faster to keep up with him, but made up the ground with short bursts of flight. As the two neared the mansion, the pixie would begin to slow, and eventually come to a stop. He looked up at the huge house, which undoubtedly housed many big-folk.
"There's uhh - there's big-folk in that house isn't there? And. And no dirt." The pixie bent down and patted the soil again.
"But there is pie.." Grubb appeared to be talking to himself. "Or there will be pie soon." he reasoned.
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