Aldergaze
Established
Roleplay posts: 18 
Age: 3 winters
Physical Description: A large and well fit feline, commonly mistaken for a preened house cat by his very fluffy but well groomed pelt - dark and darker mottle stripes along his body and legs save the snowy belly and underside of his paws and body. Bright emerald eyes are usually soft in his stare. The sharp, pointed ears lengthened with furry tufts at the tips give a hint to a wildcat in his lineage.
*The white underbelly has lines of faint blue through the fur, and the dark fur has traces of blue darkening the color at the tips
Clothes and Equipment: A little satchel made perfectly for his size sits offset of the spine over his left shoulder, bound to a belted harness around his belly and neck - which also has a pair of loops on the right that sheath a small sword with a pointed blade in a light metal and thin grip wrapped in worn leather in accommodation for his size, though it looked like a rather plain and undersized dagger to anything human or humanoid.
Registered: Jan 14, 2020 7:46:02 GMT -8
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Post by Aldergaze on Jan 19, 2020 22:44:24 GMT -8
Ohhhhh, that was... a very good idea, he thought. Or at least, he think he thought. He wasn't sure. It was like every brain cell was on fire and every inch of him with surging with power. His eyes completely dilated like he was on the hunt, and he could hardly stop quivering. He had this POWER, and he had to do something with it.
"Dear mothers of my mother, I feel so BIIIIIG!" he bellowed, louder than he thought he ever could get - startling himself for just a moment. "THIS IS AMAZING!" His eyes latched on the remaining dust in the vial and on the ground, and hovered his face so lower to make sure he licked it all up - coughing a time or two as he accidentally inhaled more. When he couldn't find anything left he was constantly on the swivel, darting here and there back into the light while his newly heightened senses pointed his head up and down the roads. "I gotta do something! I gotta do something- where's that human jerk?! Where'd he go?! I'ma show him! I'MA SHOW HIM!" He spun a complete 180 to look to the shady character in the alley.
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Storyteller
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Registered: Jan 22, 2019 10:58:11 GMT -8
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 20, 2020 18:04:06 GMT -8
The shady human arches an eyebrow at the feline and for the first time, there is the flicker of some kind of emotion in their eyes. It's gone quickly though as though the flickering spark of whatever emotion it had been failed to find any fuel to catch.
"I think they went that way."
They lift a hand and point. The feline would easily be able to make out the cart that had nearly bowled them over heading towards the market square. The cat would find that even this great distance was nothing to his enhanced abilities. He could be at the cart in a matter of moments and give that human an accounting for their lack of consideration for the smaller races of the world.
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Aldergaze
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 3 winters
Physical Description: A large and well fit feline, commonly mistaken for a preened house cat by his very fluffy but well groomed pelt - dark and darker mottle stripes along his body and legs save the snowy belly and underside of his paws and body. Bright emerald eyes are usually soft in his stare. The sharp, pointed ears lengthened with furry tufts at the tips give a hint to a wildcat in his lineage.
*The white underbelly has lines of faint blue through the fur, and the dark fur has traces of blue darkening the color at the tips
Clothes and Equipment: A little satchel made perfectly for his size sits offset of the spine over his left shoulder, bound to a belted harness around his belly and neck - which also has a pair of loops on the right that sheath a small sword with a pointed blade in a light metal and thin grip wrapped in worn leather in accommodation for his size, though it looked like a rather plain and undersized dagger to anything human or humanoid.
Registered: Jan 14, 2020 7:46:02 GMT -8
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Post by Aldergaze on Jan 22, 2020 7:13:59 GMT -8
The moment that the individual pointed up the road, Aldergaze was gone. All that was left in his wake was a trail of kicked dust as he became a speeding bullet after the merchant and his cart - practically yowling all the way. "HEY YOU! GET BACK HERE! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU!"
Several pedestrians made haste to steer clear of the torpedo as he tore down the road, and as the man heard the cat and turned to see what was charging right at him, he took off in a panic. The cart clattered loudly along the road for a short distance before Aldergaze caught up with him. As soon as the feline overtook him, he rammed right at the back of his legs to trip him up - unfortunately, it sent the wagon crashing to the pavement and the pair of them tumbling over each other a little ways forward.
However, the smaller of the two - still hyped up on his fresh high - was quick to regain his senses and jump on the poor human that was reeling on the ground. "HEY! BETCHA DIDN'T THINK I COULD DO THAT, HUH?!" He balled up a little paw around the collar of the stuttering merchant's shirt and tugged him close, and proceeded to repeatedly slap the man back and forth with the other open paw - each clap breaking up his bellowing words. "THIS. IS WHAT. YOU GET. WHEN. YOU DON'T. WATCH. WHERE. YOU'RE GOING. YOU TWO. LEGGED. FREAK."
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Storyteller
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Registered: Jan 22, 2019 10:58:11 GMT -8
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 22, 2020 19:08:19 GMT -8
It should, perhaps, come as no surprise that to a feline euphoria and anger were virtually interchangeable. The man was in no way prepared for the cat-like creature that came gunning for him and he could only sputter as he is attacked, at least at first. Once he realizes how much it hurts he begins to swear and try to knock the creature free but with the blue blood in his veins Aldergaze would not be easy to dislodge.
Of course, Isra was still the most populated and prosperous city in the world so such a spectacle did not go unobserved for long. A passing guard takes notice and blows his patrol whistle to alert more. A troop moving in to deal with, what they thought, was a dangerous wild animal. Spears drawn and levelled at our feline hero closing in fast.
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Aldergaze
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 3 winters
Physical Description: A large and well fit feline, commonly mistaken for a preened house cat by his very fluffy but well groomed pelt - dark and darker mottle stripes along his body and legs save the snowy belly and underside of his paws and body. Bright emerald eyes are usually soft in his stare. The sharp, pointed ears lengthened with furry tufts at the tips give a hint to a wildcat in his lineage.
*The white underbelly has lines of faint blue through the fur, and the dark fur has traces of blue darkening the color at the tips
Clothes and Equipment: A little satchel made perfectly for his size sits offset of the spine over his left shoulder, bound to a belted harness around his belly and neck - which also has a pair of loops on the right that sheath a small sword with a pointed blade in a light metal and thin grip wrapped in worn leather in accommodation for his size, though it looked like a rather plain and undersized dagger to anything human or humanoid.
Registered: Jan 14, 2020 7:46:02 GMT -8
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Post by Aldergaze on Jan 22, 2020 20:54:22 GMT -8
The whistle stopped Aldergaze in his tracks, his head swiveling around and ears perked up high - giving the poor man he was beating an opening to all but punt him across the pavement with enough distance that he could find his two feet again and run for his life.
The cat stopped tumbling and hopped right back on his four paws, hopping around in search for his prey. "HEY! WHERE'D YOU GO?! SHOW YOUR FA- HEY!" He saw the man in retreat and hissed in his direction. "YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT! RUN ON YOUR TWO LEGS - AND WATCH WHERE YOU'RE WALKING FROM NOW ON!" He parked his rump on the ground and held his head up high, where he began to purr loudly in satisfaction before almost seeming to melt down to the ground and sprawl out with paws outstretched. "Ahhhhh... I feel better now. Oooooh, this stuff feels so GOOOOOD..." He seemed to have forgotten about the oncoming soldiers and was far too entranced with how good the smooth, paved road felt against his body as he wiggled and rolled and scooted around. Or, perhaps, he was just a touch oblivious to staring eyes.
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Envy of the Set
Established
Roleplay posts: 11 
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Lithe female often mistaken for a teenage boy when she is running through the streets. Short brown hair and dark eyes she wears non-descript browns and darker greens.
Clothes and Equipment: Twin shortswords and what appears to be an endless supply of a blue powder substance.
Allegiances: The Set
Registered: Jan 23, 2020 7:38:10 GMT -8
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Post by Envy of the Set on Jan 23, 2020 7:47:54 GMT -8
The newest customer was under the assumption that the power that ran through their paws would keep them safe from harm. It allowed them to feel fearless, powerful, and certainly able to handle themselves. Such was the power of a drug that enhanced abilities to a point even a feline could bowl down a grown man and send him running in fear for his life. The brightly painted blue lines beneath the fur of the kitten would be only partially visible as its skin was covered in the thick substance. The shimmer of it coming through was a warning, one that was beginning to be well known in the streets of Isran.
They watched from the shadows, hood was drawn, hands down at the sides giving but little in the way of worry for the antics of the new customer. That was until they heard the guards, saw them in the distance, and realized that the little pussy cat was casting very little concern. Walking into the open the bright sun hit the cotton garments. Their skin did not shine so brightly, as it was clear in the face.
Reaching downward with both hands they hovered over the cat, "Remaining here would see you imprisoned," they cautioned and if allowed they would scoop the cat into their arms.
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Aldergaze
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 3 winters
Physical Description: A large and well fit feline, commonly mistaken for a preened house cat by his very fluffy but well groomed pelt - dark and darker mottle stripes along his body and legs save the snowy belly and underside of his paws and body. Bright emerald eyes are usually soft in his stare. The sharp, pointed ears lengthened with furry tufts at the tips give a hint to a wildcat in his lineage.
*The white underbelly has lines of faint blue through the fur, and the dark fur has traces of blue darkening the color at the tips
Clothes and Equipment: A little satchel made perfectly for his size sits offset of the spine over his left shoulder, bound to a belted harness around his belly and neck - which also has a pair of loops on the right that sheath a small sword with a pointed blade in a light metal and thin grip wrapped in worn leather in accommodation for his size, though it looked like a rather plain and undersized dagger to anything human or humanoid.
Registered: Jan 14, 2020 7:46:02 GMT -8
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Post by Aldergaze on Jan 23, 2020 7:54:10 GMT -8
Aldergaze gave little attention to anything, almost literally wallowing in bliss on the ground. When the woman spoke he twisted his head about to look up at her with completely dilated eyes as he continued to purr nonstop. "Whaaaaat? They can't imprison meeeee," he drawled out, not showing any resistance at all of being picked up - now lifting his forepaws up in the air and flexing the claws in al alternating pattern from one to the other and back.
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Envy of the Set
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Lithe female often mistaken for a teenage boy when she is running through the streets. Short brown hair and dark eyes she wears non-descript browns and darker greens.
Clothes and Equipment: Twin shortswords and what appears to be an endless supply of a blue powder substance.
Allegiances: The Set
Registered: Jan 23, 2020 7:38:10 GMT -8
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Post by Envy of the Set on Jan 23, 2020 7:57:43 GMT -8
Coddling the small creature she drew it against her chest, it would confirm suspicion if there had been any on the feline's part on her gender. There was a flicker of a smile at the insistence that imprisonment was impossible. Possibilities abounded within the free city and that was part of them. Drawing the right side of her coat around the cat she turned and hit an alley. Moving at a regular walking pace so as to not draw attention.
It had been fluid in its motion, the picking up of the feline, the move into the next alley, and if allowed the labyrinth walk through many of them to keep the kitten from being spotted, "You should heed the warning that though there is much that you are given there is still much that can be taken away. Nothing lasts forever little one."
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Aldergaze
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 3 winters
Physical Description: A large and well fit feline, commonly mistaken for a preened house cat by his very fluffy but well groomed pelt - dark and darker mottle stripes along his body and legs save the snowy belly and underside of his paws and body. Bright emerald eyes are usually soft in his stare. The sharp, pointed ears lengthened with furry tufts at the tips give a hint to a wildcat in his lineage.
*The white underbelly has lines of faint blue through the fur, and the dark fur has traces of blue darkening the color at the tips
Clothes and Equipment: A little satchel made perfectly for his size sits offset of the spine over his left shoulder, bound to a belted harness around his belly and neck - which also has a pair of loops on the right that sheath a small sword with a pointed blade in a light metal and thin grip wrapped in worn leather in accommodation for his size, though it looked like a rather plain and undersized dagger to anything human or humanoid.
Registered: Jan 14, 2020 7:46:02 GMT -8
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Post by Aldergaze on Jan 23, 2020 8:06:46 GMT -8
Aldergaze continued to purr as he was snuggled, and only resisted when he wanted to rub his face and his body up against the woman - he felt SOOOOO good, and she made it happen. That Blue stuff was amazing, and he couldn't imagine it ever running out. "Naaaaah, this can't stop. It's too goooood," he purred.
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Envy of the Set
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Lithe female often mistaken for a teenage boy when she is running through the streets. Short brown hair and dark eyes she wears non-descript browns and darker greens.
Clothes and Equipment: Twin shortswords and what appears to be an endless supply of a blue powder substance.
Allegiances: The Set
Registered: Jan 23, 2020 7:38:10 GMT -8
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Post by Envy of the Set on Jan 23, 2020 8:12:56 GMT -8
She absentmindedly began to rub the cat around the ears giving it soft scritches that ran halfway down the spine where she could reach. Settling the cat against her chest and tucking his tail beneath him to hold him it allowed her to reach all the way down to the small tuft of fur directly at the base of the tail.
"You shall have to earn more," she told the pussycat her gaze still settled on their path.
The guards that had came to find the cat were directed to the alley, and though they split to find them they were far from the original location.
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Aldergaze
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 3 winters
Physical Description: A large and well fit feline, commonly mistaken for a preened house cat by his very fluffy but well groomed pelt - dark and darker mottle stripes along his body and legs save the snowy belly and underside of his paws and body. Bright emerald eyes are usually soft in his stare. The sharp, pointed ears lengthened with furry tufts at the tips give a hint to a wildcat in his lineage.
*The white underbelly has lines of faint blue through the fur, and the dark fur has traces of blue darkening the color at the tips
Clothes and Equipment: A little satchel made perfectly for his size sits offset of the spine over his left shoulder, bound to a belted harness around his belly and neck - which also has a pair of loops on the right that sheath a small sword with a pointed blade in a light metal and thin grip wrapped in worn leather in accommodation for his size, though it looked like a rather plain and undersized dagger to anything human or humanoid.
Registered: Jan 14, 2020 7:46:02 GMT -8
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Post by Aldergaze on Jan 23, 2020 8:16:05 GMT -8
Somehow, the affections seemed to make him purr louder and he became complete pudding in her arms - his ears perking up when she mentioned having to earn more. "You have a way for me to earn some?!" he asked eagerly, turning his head a bit to look up at her.
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Envy of the Set
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Lithe female often mistaken for a teenage boy when she is running through the streets. Short brown hair and dark eyes she wears non-descript browns and darker greens.
Clothes and Equipment: Twin shortswords and what appears to be an endless supply of a blue powder substance.
Allegiances: The Set
Registered: Jan 23, 2020 7:38:10 GMT -8
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Post by Envy of the Set on Jan 23, 2020 8:23:46 GMT -8
"I do."
The cat was trapped, worried only about the next fix before this one was over. It took much longer for others to be hooked but then again the small creature had inhaled and taken in so much in a short period of time. Enough for three grown men it had lapped off the cobblestones without regards to the amount. It might have killed a lesser creature but its stamina was truly impressive.
"If you will run some for me I shall see to it that you have your fair share as well."
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Aldergaze
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 3 winters
Physical Description: A large and well fit feline, commonly mistaken for a preened house cat by his very fluffy but well groomed pelt - dark and darker mottle stripes along his body and legs save the snowy belly and underside of his paws and body. Bright emerald eyes are usually soft in his stare. The sharp, pointed ears lengthened with furry tufts at the tips give a hint to a wildcat in his lineage.
*The white underbelly has lines of faint blue through the fur, and the dark fur has traces of blue darkening the color at the tips
Clothes and Equipment: A little satchel made perfectly for his size sits offset of the spine over his left shoulder, bound to a belted harness around his belly and neck - which also has a pair of loops on the right that sheath a small sword with a pointed blade in a light metal and thin grip wrapped in worn leather in accommodation for his size, though it looked like a rather plain and undersized dagger to anything human or humanoid.
Registered: Jan 14, 2020 7:46:02 GMT -8
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Post by Aldergaze on Jan 23, 2020 8:29:27 GMT -8
"You got it!" he chirped, barely giving the woman the moments to finish her sentence. "Load me up, point me where, and I'll run my paws off across the world! I just want mine~"
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Envy of the Set
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Lithe female often mistaken for a teenage boy when she is running through the streets. Short brown hair and dark eyes she wears non-descript browns and darker greens.
Clothes and Equipment: Twin shortswords and what appears to be an endless supply of a blue powder substance.
Allegiances: The Set
Registered: Jan 23, 2020 7:38:10 GMT -8
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Post by Envy of the Set on Jan 23, 2020 8:33:00 GMT -8
"Come down from your first and I will provide you with the next," she promised. Still coddling the creature she was rather absentmindedly giving it the attention it desired running her fingers through his fur. There was a comfort in a warm animal lodged against her. The feeling was calming though Envy was unaware of the strange effect that it carried for her.
"I believe you will be safe now," she lowered the feline to the ground leaving it with one last stroke, "You shall find me I am sure."
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Aldergaze
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 3 winters
Physical Description: A large and well fit feline, commonly mistaken for a preened house cat by his very fluffy but well groomed pelt - dark and darker mottle stripes along his body and legs save the snowy belly and underside of his paws and body. Bright emerald eyes are usually soft in his stare. The sharp, pointed ears lengthened with furry tufts at the tips give a hint to a wildcat in his lineage.
*The white underbelly has lines of faint blue through the fur, and the dark fur has traces of blue darkening the color at the tips
Clothes and Equipment: A little satchel made perfectly for his size sits offset of the spine over his left shoulder, bound to a belted harness around his belly and neck - which also has a pair of loops on the right that sheath a small sword with a pointed blade in a light metal and thin grip wrapped in worn leather in accommodation for his size, though it looked like a rather plain and undersized dagger to anything human or humanoid.
Registered: Jan 14, 2020 7:46:02 GMT -8
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Post by Aldergaze on Jan 23, 2020 8:37:28 GMT -8
As Envy set him down on his paws he almost instantly flopped over onto his side and rolled over onto his back, surprisingly easy despite what he was carrying. His paws continued flexing at the air as his tail flicked slowly this way and that.
But his head came up one more time, watching her with a lazy stare and a grin on his maw. "H-Hey... heeeeey. Before you go, can you tell me where I can get some good milk? Like, REALLY good? It's not good for me, I know, but I could reeeeeally use some."
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Envy of the Set
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Lithe female often mistaken for a teenage boy when she is running through the streets. Short brown hair and dark eyes she wears non-descript browns and darker greens.
Clothes and Equipment: Twin shortswords and what appears to be an endless supply of a blue powder substance.
Allegiances: The Set
Registered: Jan 23, 2020 7:38:10 GMT -8
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Post by Envy of the Set on Jan 23, 2020 8:40:19 GMT -8
"Perhaps you should check-in at the market on the south side of town, most farmers enter from that direction and should have fresh milk for you."
Envy was not the judge of what was good and was not good for the feline, certainly she was in no position to judge, as she was the one pushing dangerous substances upon the city. Watching the feline with a hungry gaze she had much work to pursue and not that they were in the western part of the city she could begin anew with her speech.
"Take care pussycat," she told him as she disappeared around the corner.
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Aldergaze
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 3 winters
Physical Description: A large and well fit feline, commonly mistaken for a preened house cat by his very fluffy but well groomed pelt - dark and darker mottle stripes along his body and legs save the snowy belly and underside of his paws and body. Bright emerald eyes are usually soft in his stare. The sharp, pointed ears lengthened with furry tufts at the tips give a hint to a wildcat in his lineage.
*The white underbelly has lines of faint blue through the fur, and the dark fur has traces of blue darkening the color at the tips
Clothes and Equipment: A little satchel made perfectly for his size sits offset of the spine over his left shoulder, bound to a belted harness around his belly and neck - which also has a pair of loops on the right that sheath a small sword with a pointed blade in a light metal and thin grip wrapped in worn leather in accommodation for his size, though it looked like a rather plain and undersized dagger to anything human or humanoid.
Registered: Jan 14, 2020 7:46:02 GMT -8
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Post by Aldergaze on Jan 23, 2020 8:43:45 GMT -8
The feline barely registered the good-bye or her first few steps on her own way, but then he pointed his little nose to the sky and called out after her when some resemblance of sanity returned. "It's Aldergaze, by the waaaaay!"
So, south side of town... which was was the sun again? He would figure it out later - he felt too good to care to move for a little while longer. For the time being, he wiggled around on the ground and purred to his heart's content.
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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 Feb 8, 2020 5:42:44 GMT -8
Strolling down the street with two inquisitors trailing her at a distance, Grandma took in the usual sights of sounds of Isra. She knew this city like the back of her hand now and there was something relaxing about walking around it at the late hours of the night. While the streets weren’t completely empty, they rarely were in Isra, it was an entirely different experience than trying to have a stroll at say, noon. There were no caravans of carriages or impenetrable walls of people to interrupt her leisurely stroll. While those from the countryside would likely disagree, Grandma almost found this to be a peaceful experience.
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Strålende Verdiløs
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Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 15
Physical Description: ------------
Strålende is not a large girl, possessed of slender extremities and slim body that can't weigh more than 7 stone. Yet her body and mind have been sharpened by a lifetime on the streets of Isra's slum districts, evidenced by her callused hands and lean tone, as well as a spark of willful defiance in her hazel eyes. She has a mane of dark chestnut brown hair that she keeps cut short, though despite her best efforts it remains unruly and often gets in her eyes. She has a ruddy-cheeked, girlishly attractive face, with harshly downturned eyebrows and a pair of thin, yet full lips.
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Her day to day dress is made up of mostly dull red and brown leathers, and while they are finer than most street children's dress, they are far from opulent. A thick leather set of tassets wraps around her hips and thighs, several pockets and frogges concealed beneath the leather plates to conceal small items or weaponry. A pair of old, worn furred leather boots reminiscent of Varan fashion, the only thing she has left of her homeland. She hides a pair of small, curved knives within her tassets for self defence or utility, and she has a full thief's kit complete with everything she might need to facilitate her skulduggery.
Registered: Feb 7, 2020 11:47:18 GMT -8
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Post by Strålende Verdiløs on Feb 8, 2020 21:25:04 GMT -8
Strolling down the street with two inquisitors trailing her at a distance, Grandma took in the usual sights of sounds of Isra. She knew this city like the back of her hand now and there was something relaxing about walking around it at the late hours of the night. While the streets weren’t completely empty, they rarely were in Isra, it was an entirely different experience than trying to have a stroll at say, noon. There were no caravans of carriages or impenetrable walls of people to interrupt her leisurely stroll. While those from the countryside would likely disagree, Grandma almost found this to be a peaceful experience. A little urchin girl dressed in brown and crimson leathers slinks through the alleyways of Isra, searching for an easy mark. Normally, she'd be looking to break into a closed shop or vacant house in order to clear it of valuables, but she's distracted this night by a dream she had the previous. In it she saw an old woman, garbed head to toe in shimmering golden robes, arms spread, a bright light shining down from the center of her chest onto the prone thief, basking her in a light she instinctually knew to be her salvation. She had awoken disappointed; the dream had felt so real, real enough that her body and subconscious mind had been tricked into a false sense of rightness. Yet there she was, lying on her lumpy hay cot in the musty defunct cellar of an old abandoned tavern, in the dark, with a growling stomach and no more hope for the future than the day prior. Everything was still wrong with the world. Lost in her own thoughts, she almost stumbles directly into the line of sight of the hooded figure that stalks the night with her pair of well-dressed guardians. But, as the urchin girl slips back into the alleyway she'd been about to step out from, she catches a glimpse of the woman's face and her eyes widen to the size of saucers. That's her! The old lady from her dreams! And...look at all that loot dangling from her fingertips, just waiting to be repurposed! It is surely unwise for an old lady to be waddling around the streets at night, especially when people like Strålende, self-proclaimed best thief in Isra, were on the prowl. After all, Strålende has never been caught, not once, despite her regular pilfering excursions. And this old lady looked half blind. Her tall dark and handsome guards may pose an issue, but... The urchin snaps her fingers as she thinks up a dastardly plot, and runs back down the alleyway, boots thumping softly against the cobblestone. She turns a few corners to a roaming pack of feral dogs rummaging through a broken garbage receptacle -- those same dogs that had ruined her score the last night by alerting just about the entire town to her presence and chasing her halfway through the city before she slipped their pursuit. She figures it's time for them to repay her. "Hey, you stupid ugly mutts!" she shouts, and the lead one, a massive black bulldog with a barrel chest and angry eyes, lifts his head and perks his ears in her direction. She picks a pebble off the ground and throws it at the dog, miraculously hitting it right in the eye, causing it to yelp, and then to growl in feral rage. "That's right, dumb dog! Come chase me! Why not have some fresh meat tonight instead of all that trash!" she goads, tossing another pebble. This one soars over the dog's head, but the first shot did its job, and the second alerted the other four dogs to her presence. The entire pack glares at her now, teeth bared, ears pressed back against their heads, tails straight up. They're a terrifying sight, and clearly ready to kill, but Strålende grins from ear to ear and shouts again for them to come after her. She then takes off down the alleyway from whence she came, the dogs taking this as a cue to give chase. Just as she'd planned. She tears off down the streets toward the last place she saw the cloaked old woman, the dogs snarling and baying behind her, until she comes to the alleyway from which she first spotted Grandma. She's behind the old lady now, but that works out in her favour, as she rounds the corner, her boots skidding on the slightly damp pavement, and runs at full tilt toward Grandma and Co. The dogs aren't far behind now, nearabout nipping at Strålende's heels, and their vicious barks undoubtedly alert the inquisitors. Too late, however, as Strålende tears through the center of them and slams face first into Grandma with enough force to topple the old lady, while the pack of feral dogs falls upon the inquisitors with blind fury. Strålende feigns a startled yelp and reaches out to catch Grandma from falling, grabbing her hand in the process and stabilizing her. She does a discreet patdown of Grandma's cloaks as she further helps the old woman to stay upright, cutting and slipping any coin purse she feels out of its folds and then running off down the street again. If Grandma inspects the hand the girl grasped, she'll find her rings missing, although more intriguing to one trained in magical arts is the clearly unnatural compulsion not to notice anything out of the ordinary. "Sorry!" the urchin girl calls back. A genius move, Strålende thinks. The dogs should keep those big beefy red-robed guys occupied. Maybe the dogs might even come out on top and get that free meal they'd been looking for. Either way, it'll give Strålende plenty of time to get clear so that she can count her loot... or so she believes. That dream of hers must mean that the old woman was the score that would bag her enough coin to get her own place and live comfortably, right? She can think of no other interpretation. The lady was clearly swimming in it, after all. |
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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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 Feb 8, 2020 22:34:28 GMT -8
The snarling and barking dogs was what first alerted Grandma that something was out of the ordinary on her nightly stroll. Both the Inquisitors spun around, neither paying much heed to the girl who came barreling down the street. After all, she was just running from the pack of dangerous dogs!
Grandma herself could feel the presence of magic as soon as the girl entered the street. It tried to turn her attention away from the girl, to cause her to just keep walking forward like nothing was out of the ordinary… Impressive for one so young yet such an attempt on Grandma was about as effective as if the girl tried to move a mountain by pushing on it. Still, the very attempt of this intrigued her. Perhaps she would humor this child...
Deactivating her barrier ring with a single murmur, Grandma makes no attempt to stop the girl as she knocks her down. Slightly surprised to find that the urchin lessens her fall, the crone quickly picks herself up from the ground as soon as the girl takes off down the street. Taking stock of the various articles missing from her person, Grandma regards the retreating back of the girl with a single raised eyebrow. Glancing back at the pair of Inquisitors who were having far too much trouble in fending off some stray dogs, Grandma let out a huff in the direction of her “guards”.
A loud crack echoed through the street, one Strålende was likely able to clearly hear. The simultaneous yelps of many dogs immediately followed. And then there was an eerie silence, the sounds of the enraged pack nowhere to be heard.
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