Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376 
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 6, 2015 21:18:23 GMT -8
 The One-Eyed Shark is distinguished by a large, taxidermied shark hanging over the door. One of the eyes is missing, scarred over after a fierce battle with a hydrophobic cop, a researcher, and a fisherman who needed a bigger boat. Inside, you'll find all manner of sailors, mercenaries, thieves, gamblers, and red-haired barmaids. The mayor was very clear about the last part. The redheaded barmaids were a must, he said. Consequentially, Mayor Fletcher comes by often. |
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Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131 
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Nov 6, 2015 22:05:31 GMT -8
Megan was exhausted travelling all the way from Aaedan to get here to this new colony of the Phoenix State. She didn't know much about the Phoenix State except that they were at war with Aaedan for a time while she was schooling at Fortis' Magic Academy. The mage's feet slowly marched down the paved road, her eyes wearily glance up at the Tavern's sign. Finally a place to rest, her search for this dumb cup had been fruitless so far, and her long legs and her back were aching. She was also hungry since she was rationing the last of her food, she hadn't eaten enough.
She hiked up her pack and entered the tavern. The first thing she notices is the shark, "What the heck is that thing?"
She walks over to an empty seat, slugs her bag off her shoulder and collapses into the chair.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 6, 2015 22:45:25 GMT -8
The patrons stare at Megan in shock. A teary-eyed, middle-aged woman would walk up to her with a concerned look on her face.
"Are you quite alright, dearie? What were you doing, all alone outside at night? Don't you know it's dangerous? You might have died!"
She fusses about Megan, trying to make sure she's unhurt.
"You're new in town, aren't you, miss? A local would know better than to go out at night. You got very lucky. I'm afraid it's too dangerous to go out now. You'll have to stay the night, dearie. Are you hungry?"
She sits herself down at Megan's table, staring at her intently.
"Don't tell me you don't know what's going on?"
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Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Nov 6, 2015 23:50:07 GMT -8
Megan sat forward and rubbed her face. "Tired from the road, not dead yet though."
She looks down at her bag and shuffles it closer to herself. Afterward she'd look around the room and get at the woman. "Huh? What's got everyone so worried?"
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 7, 2015 0:02:32 GMT -8
The woman stares at her incredulously.
"You mean you don't know? You really don't know?"
She leans in closer towards Megan, worry etching her face.
"There's a serial killer about, dearie. He killed my husband, and Mr. Baker's daughter. And others."
She gestures to the bartender, who's looking very somber for a man who works and lives surrounded by alcohol.
"Poor man. That girl was the town's favorite, the prettiest barmaid, the lot. He doted on that girl. And my husband, he was the best butcher around. Nobody could slice a turkey like he could."
She shakes her head sadly.
"In any case, you ought not to go out at night. A girl like you, traveling alone? Bad things might happen."
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Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Nov 7, 2015 0:37:27 GMT -8
Megan forgets about being tired and shows concern on her face, she places her hand on her shoulder, "That's sad to hear, miss. I didn't see anyone suspicious while I was out there, but I'm a travelling mage, they would have had to get a good jump on me. Has anyone seen the murderer? Have clues on them?"
Megan's stomach groans audibly and she looks down, "Ah, I haven't eaten since the morning."
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Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Physical Description: In full armor, Giplor stands eight feet in height. His armor is silver, white, and blue, it's metals coming from the Drumbar Wastes in the Gravlick State. He uses the power of Light and his Holy Magic in the battlefield, with water as an elemental mastery. The avatar is what he looks like and his soldiers are very similar. Not much else to say besides you like him or you don't.
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted Sword - Cut through magic/reflect magic blasts
Of course a teutonic shield that matches his armor and sword. He rides an albino Archaniox Rhino when he uses a mount in battle. He rides a white horse when travelling.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 16:05:06 GMT -8
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Post by Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt on Nov 7, 2015 7:17:46 GMT -8
"Alright, men! It's time to drink! Remember, nobody can know we're the Knights of Ozmodias; tonight we're just another bunch of state militants off the clock and i'm buying!" Giplor told his small group of four.
They men would step through the front door after placing their mounts in a nearby stable. It was their first time to the new tavern since it's the first night they had off in nearly four months.
"My...all these red hair devils... So much beauty in this tavern. Men, have as much fun as you want, i'll cover the costs!" Giplor spoke as he made his way for the main bar.
He would take a seat and shout for a bartender, "Three shots of ice cold Ta and one Spearfish Steak! Surely you have this? It's been a ling time since i've had either."
At various tables and such, the men were ordering their food and drink while flirting with the barmaids. One thing was for sure, they were very respectful with their flirtatious words and made no attempt to touch without consent, whether it was physical ir verbal consent. Unlike most places, women had rights and equality here, and these men were to iphold them, even if nobody knew who or what they were.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 7, 2015 7:41:39 GMT -8
Megan forgets about being tired and shows concern on her face, she places her hand on her shoulder, "That's sad to hear, miss. I didn't see anyone suspicious while I was out there, but I'm a travelling mage, they would have had to get a good jump on me. Has anyone seen the murderer? Have clues on them?" Megan's stomach groans audibly and she looks down, "Ah, I haven't eaten since the morning." The woman sighs, shaking her head. "You got lucky, miss. It was still foolhardy, going out at night like that. Oh! You're hungry? I'll order you some food! What do you like to eat?" She flags down a waitress. "And what's your name? I'm Mrs Butcher." She sighs. "Clues...I wish we hand some. The killer...we don't even know if it's a human or a beast. The murders have been at random. Most serial killers stick to young women, but this one kills everyone. Cuts them to shreds and leaves them to be found days later." |
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 7, 2015 7:54:06 GMT -8
"Alright, men! It's time to drink! Remember, nobody can know we're the Knights of Ozmodias; tonight we're just another bunch of state militants off the clock and i'm buying!" Giplor told his small group of four. They men would step through the front door after placing their mounts in a nearby stable. It was their first time to the new tavern since it's the first night they had off in nearly four months. "My...all these red hair devils... So much beauty in this tavern. Men, have as much fun as you want, i'll cover the costs!" Giplor spoke as he made his way for the main bar. He would take a seat and shout for a bartender, "Three shots of ice cold Ta and one Spearfish Steak! Surely you have this? It's been a ling time since i've had either." At various tables and such, the men were ordering their food and drink while flirting with the barmaids. One thing was for sure, they were very respectful with their flirtatious words and made no attempt to touch without consent, whether it was physical ir verbal consent. Unlike most places, women had rights and equality here, and these men were to iphold them, even if nobody knew who or what they were. The barmaids are polite and friendly, but seem rather somber. In fact, the mood of the whole tavern seems subdued. If the men had been to the tavern before, they would realize that the bartender, usually so cheerful, seemed to be very depressed. Furthermore, his daughter, one of the more attractive waitresses, would be nowhere to be seen. However, the Mr. Baker the bartender fixed them their drinks without complaint, and a barmaid brought Giplor his swordfish steak, seared to a juicy perfection. However, unless they did something to lift the mood, the men would find the bar to not be very much fun. Everyone was too somber, too quiet. Eventually, the men's boisterousness would be brought down by a heavy cloud of misery and depression. |
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Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Nov 7, 2015 12:35:26 GMT -8
"Some kind of sandwich maybe, I'm too tired to make a decision. Some ale would be good too." Megan smiles. "My name is Megan Zachurr. I'm from the east, the White City."
Hearing the woman's tale of the killer didn't spoil her appetite, only raised her intrigue. "That's too bad, I'd love to help in some way. You people shouldn't have to endure such terrible acts. Is there some sort of sheriff or lawman on the case?"
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 7, 2015 14:12:06 GMT -8
Mrs. Butcher turns to the waitress.
"You heard her. A sandwich and ale."
As the waitress scurries off, Mrs. Butcher turns back to Megan.
"Well, there's the city guards and the watch. They're good, but this isn't really their thing. They're better at stopping thieves, not solving murder cases. We don't really have a detective."
She shakes her head.
"It would be wonderful if you could help, but you mustn't get yourself hurt because of us. Please, please be careful. Anyhow, you should talk to the mayor if you want to do any investigation, so he doesn't get suspicious. He's a nice man."
She glances side to side and leans in conspiratorially, whispering:
"You know, they say that he and the late Ms. Baker were...together. So he'd be very grateful indeed if her killer was brought to justice."
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Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Nov 7, 2015 16:33:35 GMT -8
"Hrm, maybe, what's he like." She asked with a yawn. "The mayor."
Megan would lay her head on the table until her sammich arrived. "I might as well help out, my quest I'm on doesn't have any leads."
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 7, 2015 16:57:10 GMT -8
As Megan droops onto the table, the food arrives: a delicious plate consisting of a toasted herring sandwich and some fried sticks of potato. It smells greasy and delicious.
"Mayor Fletcher? He's very...young. But he's nice. He's a very good mayor, and I hear he used to be a merchant before he took the job. He sometimes comes down here to flirt with the barmaids and drink, but he hasn't been around recently. He's probably in his manor, down the road."
She pats the tired mage on the head.
"There you go, eat your food. You can't hunt killers on an empty stomach."
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Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Nov 7, 2015 17:49:10 GMT -8
The young woman sniffs and lifts herself back up. She lifts up the sandwich and bites into it. "Mmmm."
She enjoys the sandwich especially when she was so hungry and tired. After a few bites she'd eat some of the little potato things and take a drink of her ale. "It's good."
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 7, 2015 18:02:56 GMT -8
Mrs. Butcher nods.
"Yes, the food here has always been excellent."
All of a sudden, there's a cry from outside. A man's voice, shrill and panicked. A sailor, covered in blood, stumbles through the door.
"Help! Help! I've been attacked!"
Blood soaks his back, where his shirt seems to be cut apart. Deep cuts show through the holes in the fabric, and they look rather...odd. Not as though he was simply slashed or stabbed.
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Sir Edyrian Talgan
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: Sir Edyrian is a proud, hawkish man. He's tall for a human, standing somewhere above six feet. He has dark, sun-tanned skin and sports a messy head of thick black hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Sir Edyrian is never seen without his blade, a surprisingly narrow sword of a dull grey metal that seems to radiate a strange feeling of emptiness. It is never strapped to his body, the scabbard always being carried by hand. A rather ornate spear is usually resting against his shoulder, a spear that seems to flicker in one's peripheral vision. A pair of masterfully-crafted leather boots adorn his feet, a single silver buckle binding each of them. He normally wears a set of plate under an overcoat, even in times and areas of peace. One can never be too careful.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 20:55:55 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Edyrian Talgan on Nov 7, 2015 18:30:06 GMT -8
The avian creatures were blessed, Edyrian decided. Far above, mounted on his griffin companion, he could appreciate the beauty of the world below. Something was lost when one was stuck on the ground, their perspective limited to a mere sliver of the land around them.
His musings were interrupted with a wide yawn. Perhaps it was time to land for the night. Edyrian leaned out from his friend and peered around, looking for the cluster of lights that would reveal the presence of civilization. He wasn't disappointed; one such cluster was just up ahead.
The knight tapped his mount. "Hey, buddy. Could you head over that way? I realize we usually sleep out, but I could use a nice bed."
The griffin responded with a deep, rumbling trill and adjusted course just slightly, swooping down towards the settlement. A few minutes later, they touched down outside the city limits. Edyrian peered in; the streets were empty, even lacking night watchmen.
"Tell you what, buddy. You hunt around for a meal. I'm also going to get a bite to eat. One that I don't have to prepare, eh?"
He lightly cuffed the griffin on shoulder. "I'll be back bright and early, alright?"
The creature turned to regard him. With a roll of the shoulders that could be construed as a shrug, it started off.
Edyrian plodded into the city limits, the butt of his spear tapping the ground on each step. Flying without a saddle required a person to be awake and alert the entire time, naturally leading to exhaustion. Step. Step. Step.
A scream pierced the fog that had descended over his mind. Ahead of him, a man stumbled out of an alley, bolting straight into a building. A tavern?
Attempting to shake the exhaustion from his mind, he moved closer. His grip tightened on his spear, his other hand drifting up to rest on the hilt of his sheathed sword.
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Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Physical Description: In full armor, Giplor stands eight feet in height. His armor is silver, white, and blue, it's metals coming from the Drumbar Wastes in the Gravlick State. He uses the power of Light and his Holy Magic in the battlefield, with water as an elemental mastery. The avatar is what he looks like and his soldiers are very similar. Not much else to say besides you like him or you don't.
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted Sword - Cut through magic/reflect magic blasts
Of course a teutonic shield that matches his armor and sword. He rides an albino Archaniox Rhino when he uses a mount in battle. He rides a white horse when travelling.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 16:05:06 GMT -8
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Post by Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt on Nov 7, 2015 19:23:06 GMT -8
Two of the men with Giplor rushed to the wounded man. They quickly poured alcohol on the wounds and began to dress them with any cloth they could. With battlefield medic training from The Phoenix State, they knew what they needed to do till they can get them to a doctor.
As for Giplor and the other man ran outside with a knightstick and brass knuckles. They chose their cqc weapons till they knew what to expect.
Garbed as regular soldiers, nobody would really think anything of them. In truth, both were Paladins.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 7, 2015 20:23:59 GMT -8
As the soldiers bandage him, they would realize with a start that it wasn't some random slashing. Words were carved into the man's back. In cursive.
Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I hope you're enjoying my little tea party. Such delicious red tea...I love it. Who will be next? Who knows. The barmaid was so noisy, though. You people must learn to be quiet.
The man groans.
"Someone threw a sack over my head and cut my back to shreds...like he was drawing something. What did he do to me?"
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2015 21:56:26 GMT -8
Men rushed outside with weapons drawn, and indeed, one man was already outside with a spear in his hand. In the darkness, Nereida stood in shadows, yet unseen. She drew in a deep breath through her nose and could smell mortal blood. It instantly made her mouth water and she could feel her teeth beginning to slice through her gums behind her row of "mortal" teeth.
She put a hand over her lush mouth and closed her eyes, her long lashes like fans against her high cheek bones as she sought for calm. Once she found it and felt her shark's teeth receding so there was not but a pretty mortal's smile, she stepped from the darkness and to the men with the weapons.
A frown gently stole over her lips as the COMPLETELY nude woman stared at them. It was obvious that she was soaked from head to toe, her long black hair with its waterlily all that she wore. Her skin was pale and white beneath the moonlight, glistening for a moment as if made from scales. Breasts, ripe and full were hidden behind her dark hair, but her svelte belly, her wide hips and long legs-- it was all bare to the eyes.
And her feet. Why, they were covered in blood, as she had followed the trail of the wounded man right to this tavern...
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Sir Edyrian Talgan
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: Sir Edyrian is a proud, hawkish man. He's tall for a human, standing somewhere above six feet. He has dark, sun-tanned skin and sports a messy head of thick black hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Sir Edyrian is never seen without his blade, a surprisingly narrow sword of a dull grey metal that seems to radiate a strange feeling of emptiness. It is never strapped to his body, the scabbard always being carried by hand. A rather ornate spear is usually resting against his shoulder, a spear that seems to flicker in one's peripheral vision. A pair of masterfully-crafted leather boots adorn his feet, a single silver buckle binding each of them. He normally wears a set of plate under an overcoat, even in times and areas of peace. One can never be too careful.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 20:55:55 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Edyrian Talgan on Nov 7, 2015 22:41:39 GMT -8
Edyrian wasn't surprised in the slightest when the armed men rambled out of the tavern. It was, after all, a perfectly reasonable response to a person being attacked outside. What caught him off guard was the gorgeous woman who walked out of the same alley the injured man had come out of, lacking clothing of any sort.
There were times whe he was appreciative of his gifts, and today was one of those. The woman was positively soaked in some form of unfamiliar magic. That, in itself, was rather intriguing. Edyrian didn't often run across sorts that he couldn't identify.
Banishing the last remnant of exhaustion from his mind, he kicked it into gear. This looked rather terrible, it had to be said. The woman had just come out of the same alley, was tainted with magic, and seemed to have no fear whatsoever of all the people lugging weapons around.
His eyes swept over her again, Edyrian having to force himself to focus past her prominent charms. She was sopping wet, obviously. The blood was restricted to her feet. This seemed odd to him; the man who had dashed by was in a terrible state, so surely the attacker would be stained red head to toe. The water would have been able to wash the blood away, true enough, and there was plainly nothing to stain. A quick dip would obscure most all the evidence. Despite this, Edyrian had a hard time imagining attacking a person who had escaped during the assault, then stripping down to take a bath and pursuing them once finished.
Deciding to give the woman the benefit of the doubt, he unclasped his cloak and tossed it to her.
"Here, miss. Cover yourself up. If you wouldn't mind, could you explain to these men why you are here? I'm sure they'd love to know."
Despite his reasonably friendly actions and tone, he kept a firm grasp on his spear. The situation was volatile, and he didn't want to be caught unprepared if a spark should catch.
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