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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2015 19:00:44 GMT -8
Rosamond nodded, in agreement with Megan, itching to go and get the murderer.
"And we'd better move quickly, Robert. We don't even know if he's still in the city. He could hop on the next boat out here and sail right to Carmela Island."
And then the murderer would be Mayor Roarin's problem.
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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 16, 2015 19:27:35 GMT -8
"Oh, alright...I was going to call the guards, but that works too..."
Robert sighs and gets up.
"Are you sure about this, Rosa? Are you fully recovered?"
Bennik squawks nervously.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2015 14:11:40 GMT -8
She glared at Robert. "I'm fine. Do NOT drug me," she said to him and stomped passed him and out the door of the mansion.
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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 17, 2015 14:15:33 GMT -8
"Hey! I only did that once! Wait for me, you'll get yourself hurt!"
Robert runs after her, tugging Bennik along behind him.
"Do you have any kind of plan, or anything like that? What if you find him, what then? He's a dangerous killer, Rosa!"
Bennik chirps nervously in agreement.
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Raulio Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 28
Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 19:52:13 GMT -8
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Nov 17, 2015 14:34:08 GMT -8
"Isn't that typically what guards are for?" Raulio ran after Rosamond.
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Megan Zachurr
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Roleplay posts: 131 
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Nov 17, 2015 17:23:40 GMT -8
Megan followed after, she would prepare herself for a fight with the killer.
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Trogdor
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Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Nov 23, 2015 23:59:48 GMT -8
The beast spotted a building that looked important and was also the perfect size for him to lie on. As Trogdor descended he began to hear commotion in the streets below as more citizens started to notice him. The dragon wondered what they were afraid of. If he had come burn the city he would have started right away. At the moment Trogdor was more of a tourist then a conqueror. Although the thought of watching this city burn was an appealing...
Trogdor was feeling lethargic, however, and the cool sea breeze made a nice contrast to the warmth of the sun: this was the perfect time for a nap. The dragon alighted upon the mansion's roof with a cacophony of cracks as tiles shattered and rained down from the roof. As it was in his way, Trogdor grabbed the domed spire and ripped it from the peak. Finally, he stretched out on the roof and basked in the sunlight. Wings folded, head in claws, Trogdor drifted into a calming doze and awaited the emissaries who would surely be on their way to great him.
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Post by The Fletcher Family on Nov 27, 2015 10:02:01 GMT -8
Inside the mansion, the servants are milling about. It seems that Robert has convinced them to come back, at least during the day. As they dust, sweep, and polish, they hear the thump and crash of something large landing on the roof. One young maid faints, and the others go into a frenzy.
"What was that?"
"I don't know! It sounded huge!"
"I'll bet it's Poppy Marrins!"
"No! Not that!"
"Please don't let it be Poppy Marrins..."
The servants huddle together in worry, as one foreign-born maid scratches her head.
"Who's Poppy Marrins?"
The rest of the staff goes silent.
"You mean you don't know?"
"Oh, you're not from around here."
"Poor child."
One of the older manservants walks over to her, leaning down and whispering quietly.
"Poppy Marrins is a legend around here, a demon nanny. I always thought she was just a story to scare small children..."
He shakes his head, looking worriedly up at the ceiling.
"Everyone around here knows the tale of Poppy Marrins. She was a nanny, to these poor children. They misbehaved, and she...she..."
He chokes up, turning pale.
"She force-fed them spoonfuls of sugar until their hearts exploded."
Shaking his head, he continues.
"Luckily enough, she was chased away by these brave chimney-sweeps. But everyone knows, if you don't eat your vegetables or if you fuss about cleaning up, she'll come down to your house, floating from the sky on her umbrella..."
He shudders, but the foreign maid is not impressed.
"So...a fairy tale."
All the servants gasp.
"No! Not just a fairy tale! She's on the roof right now!"
"It was because we were complaining about cleaning, wasn't it?"
"We're all gonna die!"
The foreign maid sighs.
"Look, I'll go up and see. There isn't some demon nanny on the roof. That's ridiculous."
And go up she does, against the protests of all her co-workers. She climbs up the stairs, muttering about crazy Atlantican superstitions, goes up into the attic, and climbs up onto the roof where Trogdor lies sleepily.
"Oh. Hi."
She walks back down, muttering about crazy fairy tales.
"Guys, it's just a dragon. Relax."
The collected servants let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh, just a dragon. That's fine."
"At least it isn't Poppy Marrins."
"Shh! Don't say the name!"
They continue with their housework, albeit with much less griping.
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A corrupted spirit
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Roleplay posts: 27
Age: ?
Registered: Nov 9, 2015 23:13:47 GMT -8
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Post by A corrupted spirit on Nov 27, 2015 16:13:22 GMT -8
Shaun looked at the large red dragon from his vantage point in a side alley. He had never seen a dragon before and was unsure how he should approach it. Was it even safe to approach a dragon? Shaun saw a house maid climb onto the roof and look at the dragon. She didn't appear to be frightened at all. This gave Shaun courage. He stepped out of the alley and up to the mansion.
"Halloo!" Shaun called, in a loud voice, thinking that he needed to talk louder to a larger animal. "Uh, is this your house?" That was pretty lame, but Shaun couldn't think of anything else to say.
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Trogdor
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Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Nov 27, 2015 19:33:34 GMT -8
Trogdor opened one eye and looked at the newcomer. "You are obviously not a one of this cities officials." Trogdor snorted a plume of grey smoke. "Have you come to worship me then? What gifts have you brought me?"
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A corrupted spirit
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Post by A corrupted spirit on Nov 27, 2015 22:15:01 GMT -8
Shaun had come here to introduce the dragon to the Way of the Path. What an accomplishment that would be. If a mighty dragon were to join the Path surely that would make it easier to convert the rest of the continent. So Shaun thought.
"Who could not praise a mighty being such as yourself? Your scales shine magnificently in the sunlight! In my life I have seen nothing more majestic" Shaun smiled, falling into a familiar rhythm. When introducing people to the Way Shaun always began with genuine flattery.
"As for gifts, I do a bit of fortune reading if that is acceptable?"
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Nov 27, 2015 22:28:25 GMT -8
At last some flattery. It was nice to finally meet a human that knew it's place...but something seemed off. Trogdor could almost smell a hidden agenda on this man. The dragon gave a low grow. "I do not need to know my own fortune. Are you suggesting that I do not control my own fate?" Trogdor was unsure what to think of this man. "Why have you come here?" Trogdor demanded.
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A corrupted spirit
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Roleplay posts: 27
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Registered: Nov 9, 2015 23:13:47 GMT -8
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Post by A corrupted spirit on Nov 27, 2015 22:54:00 GMT -8
"Fortunes are not a permanent thing." Shaun said reassuringly. "Your future can change just as all things change. It is as easy as taking a road less traveled. Knowing the path you currently follow, and where it leads, gives you the chance you change if you so desire."
Shaun sensed suspicion in the dragon. Seeking to calm it he spoke openly, "I have come only to offer my services. I serve a religion known as the Way of the Path. It is my duty to show others a glimpse of their own way. Tarot reading is the medium I have chosen to show other's their Path." Shaun dove right in.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Nov 27, 2015 23:10:05 GMT -8
A priest! That explained why this human was so strange. Trogdor had no intention of converting to what ever quack religion this clown was slinging. Trogdor was an atheist. The tarot reading had sparked his interest however.
"I'll make a deal with you." Trogdor growled. "You can read my future. If I don't like it I eat you. Or you can leave and be lucky that I am not in the burninating mood."
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A corrupted spirit
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Roleplay posts: 27
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Registered: Nov 9, 2015 23:13:47 GMT -8
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Post by A corrupted spirit on Nov 27, 2015 23:25:12 GMT -8
What a choice! What an easy choice that is. The life of a missionary was a hard one. So many people had slammed doors in his face or ran him off in the past. This was not the first time his life had been threatened for the Way of the Path. "That is a just enough deal by my standards." Shaun smiled and pulled the 78 card deck out of his robe. He stepped closer and set the tarot deck on a piece of rubble.
"First you must shuffle the deck in order to clear it's energy."
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Nov 27, 2015 23:29:00 GMT -8
Trogdor drew a deep breath and blew on the cards from where he lay. The cards went flying and the mages hair and robes billowed. That should clear any residual energy.
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A corrupted spirit
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Roleplay posts: 27
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Registered: Nov 9, 2015 23:13:47 GMT -8
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Post by A corrupted spirit on Nov 27, 2015 23:50:24 GMT -8
As the warm dragon breath hit Shaun a spiritual presence filled him. It flooded out of him and into the fluttering tarot cards. The cards, controlled by an unseen force, were pulled back into place atop the make shift table. "Very good." Said Shaun in a sot voice. "A strong presence graces us for this reading." He reached forward and drew the first card off the top of the deck. He flipped it and drew a sharp breath. "Death."  "Quite a card to start the reading with. Death is often misunderstood. More then naught it symbolizes the ending of a phase of your life. A rebirth perhaps...There are other meanings of course. The next card should reveal more." Shaun paused before drawing the next card hoping to gauge the dragons reaction. |
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Nov 28, 2015 0:03:02 GMT -8
The priests words were eerily accurate. Trogdor had recently been reborn from the rage that consumed him. The other meanings did not please Trogdor however. "Perhaps the death you foretell is your own?" Trogdor's snake like tongue flickered from in between his teeth and licked his chops.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2015 20:14:41 GMT -8
As Giplor's shining carriage of pearls and silver and gold came up the drive, it was surrounded by his retinue of knights. The bewitching siren had since ducked back inside the carriage, unaware that Giplor had only just been admiring the way her gown had hugged her sweet, round bottom. Settled once more on the carriage seat, her flowing skirts fluttered around her and made her appear far more innocent than she truly was.
She had nodded her head with enthusiasm, her dark eyes bright when Giplor mentioned meeting the dragon, and as soon as the glittering carriage came to a stop, Nereida shot outside.
She was lovely and beautiful in the sunlight, her dark hair long and tousled down her back, a large blue flower tucked at one ear. Her dark, almond shaped eyes hinted to Katashima descent, her skin as smooth and flawless as moonlight. Her smile was bright as she regarded Trogdor's magnificence, and the gorgeous mermaid immediately made her barefoot way over the manicured lawn to him, unless stopped.
Poor Shaun was ignored, but could you blame the siren?
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A corrupted spirit
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Roleplay posts: 27
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Registered: Nov 9, 2015 23:13:47 GMT -8
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Post by A corrupted spirit on Nov 28, 2015 20:26:47 GMT -8
Shaun was unperturbed by the dragons threats. "We continue." The spiritual presence grew in Shaun, pushing out, yearning to flip the next card or otherwise be released. The priest reached forward and instinctively drew two cards. He flipped them and experienced his first pang of fear.   "The king and five of wands together. Fitting, the wands represent the element of fire." Shaun kept his voice cool. "It is rare for two cards to reveal themselves at together. They must be strongly linked. The Upside down king represents haste and ruthlessness, while the five tells of disagreement." Shaun paused and took in breath. "It seems your brash personality will cause strife in your life. If you do not change your ways conflict will forever follow you...but where does Death fit then? Is this what you have been reborn into? Perhaps, Death represents you? Death and you may follow the same path." This was one of the more sinister tarot readings Shaun had come across. He was doing his best to remain clam, but he feared the dragons reaction to the reversed king. Some thing told him that the reading would get no better, yet he could not stop. The presence controlling this seance was not yet done. It almost controlled Shaun's limbs, aching to draw the next card. Shaun was aware of this power more then ever now. The Wanderer help him if he needed to use it for more then tarot reading. Shaun looked at the dragon, hoping it would let him continue. Perhaps, this morbid reading would take a turn. |
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