Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131 
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Dec 18, 2015 18:36:52 GMT -8
After saying goodbye to Alecos and the townsfolk, Megan ran across town and took off flying toward the mansion. She had already spent some time celebrating at the tavern, she had to get to @rosamond as fast as she could to make up for last time. It required a lot of energy to carry herself and her pack through the air without crashing. Once she arrived at the mansion she'd knock on the door and hope she hadn't left yet, running past all the peacocks.
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Post by The Fletcher Family on Dec 18, 2015 18:49:42 GMT -8
A rather flustered-looking maid peeks her head out the door.
"Oh, hello there. I'm sorry, but the Mayor is out. You could come in and wait, if you'd like. Sorry about the mess."
The maid gestures to one of the exterior walls, which has been caved in.
"We had a dragon incident."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:03:37 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2015 20:07:28 GMT -8
Rosamond had her bag over her shoulder and her cloak over one arm. SHe was heading down the stairs from her room -- good thing she hadn't been in it since it was all but rubble now -- when she heard the knock on the door.
She recognized Megan, and she immediately jumped up onto the marble balustrade of the stairs and slid all the way down, jumping off at the end to land on her heeled feet.
There was a bright smile on her face as she approached the door. "Hi, Megan! It's okay, I got it," she said to the staff member and stood in the doorway. "What's wrong? Did the Pub get boring?"
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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 Dec 18, 2015 20:19:29 GMT -8
"No, actually I hear you're a cartographer. Do you have any maps with 'Galdin' on them? Going there is the next step in my quest, but I have no idea where that is." Megan was tired when she had reached the door. She was relieved that Rosamond was still here.
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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 Dec 18, 2015 20:20:22 GMT -8
Robert arrives, having finished up with all the paperwork at the prison. Bennik struts along aside him, squawking smugly.
"Ah, Megan! I didn't think I'd see you he- OH MY GODS WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HOUSE?"
He sprints into the mansion, blubbering incoherently. Eventually, he calms down enough interrogate a maid.
"What happened?! I was only gone for a few hours!"
The maid is not impressed.
"We had a little dragon issue, sir."
Robert faints. Bennik squawks worriedly, pecking his master in an attempt to awaken him.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:03:37 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2015 20:53:21 GMT -8
"Gauldin? How funny that you ask!" Rosamond said, and had just dipped her head down to reach into her bag when she suddenly heard Robert's screaming.
Rosamond looked up just as he keeled over in a dead faint. "Robert!" Rosamond cried and ran out of the house. The very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, VERY distant cousins had always been friendly enough whenever their paths had crossed, but it wasn't until this recent trip that Rosamond had actually learned to care about Robert as his own person, and not just because he was a Fletcher.
Rosamond went to her knees and lightly slapped Robert's face. "Wake up!"
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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 Dec 19, 2015 13:27:48 GMT -8
The combined slapping of his cousin and pecking of his pet are not enough to wake Robert from his faint, and the unfortunate mayor remains unconscious until the maid pours a bucket of water over his head. Robert wakes up, sputtering and coughing.
"Whuh...what happened to my house?"
The maid sighs.
"Dragon."
Robert groans.
"Ugh...damn dragons. I'll have them banned from the town. Call a repairman."
The maid scurries off, and Robert turns to address Megan.
"So, Megan. What did you need? Oh, I bet you're here for the reward. Head on to the constable's office, he'll give it to you."
Robert scribbles out a quick note on a scrap of paper and signs it with a flourish.
"Just give that to him and you'll be set."
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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 Dec 19, 2015 13:36:13 GMT -8
"Oh, uh, I was just needing a map." Megan accepts the receipt, "But money is useful too I guess. An adventurer needs to survive somehow hehehe. But Rosamond, you got a map for me so I can find Gaudlin? Gauldin? I think it's Gauldin"
(note that each time Megan says Gauldin she's actually saying it wrong except for this last time.)
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:03:37 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2015 22:43:34 GMT -8
"Hey, why don't I get one of those?" Rosamond asked, frowning at Robert, still sitting on the grass beside where he'd fallen unconscious. She turned to look up at Megan, lifting an arm to shield her eyes.
"Gauldin?" Rosamond said. "Oh, yes, I'm sure I have a map. It's incomplete, however. I had to leave before I could finish it and was planning on heading back." She turned and rummaged through her things and found the map she'd been working on, then handed it up to Megan.
"Why? What's in Gauldin for you?"
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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 Dec 21, 2015 22:53:38 GMT -8
"Thank you!" Megan accepts the map and takes a look at it. "It's where my quest is leading me. There are rumors of the Unholy Grail being there. I must follow any lead I can get! I've just been wandering around all this time but now I have a direction to go!"
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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 Dec 21, 2015 23:03:34 GMT -8
Robert looks over at Rosamond, wiping the water out of his face.
"Huh? You want a reward too? Alright..."
He signs a similar recipt and hands it to his cousin. Meanwhile, Bennik goes off with the maid to get some breakfast.
"There ya go. Don't spend it all at once. Unless it's a down payment on a house."
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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 Dec 31, 2015 1:22:25 GMT -8
If nothing else was going on, Megan would leave to collect her reward and then make her journey to Gauldin.
<exits>
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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 Feb 2, 2016 13:19:14 GMT -8
Robert leads his two relatives to his mansion, throwing the doors open wide.
"So, Uncle Roarin, Ryselle. Uh...welcome to my house."
A row of maids and manservants bow and usher the guests inside.
"If you need anything, just let them know. Food, drinks, whatever."
Bennik pecks at the otter's tail.
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Ryselle Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 20
Physical Description: Coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'3", Ryselle looks like she weighs less than the average puppy when soaking wet. She is stronger than she looks, which is saying something. She has a fine-boned build, and the white hair (hers being hip-length) and pale skin which her family is known for, but her eyes are a startling shade of lavender-blue commonly known as "periwinkle." She is usually completely expressionless, which often disturbs most people.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ryselle always wears a white dress, and tends to go barefoot. She often carries birdseed, nuts, and pieces of dried fruit, fish, and beef in the many pockets of her dress, to offer to her animal friends. As with every member of her family, Ryselle (for some reason) carries candy in a pocket, usually the black licorice of which she is most fond.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 2, 2016 0:22:25 GMT -8
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Post by Ryselle Fletcher on Feb 2, 2016 13:39:59 GMT -8
Ryselle eyed Bennik as he pecked at the otter, and when the creature squeaked in protest, she moved a few steps away, gently stroking his furry head. Another of those sidelong, mildly dismissive glances was aimed toward her father, before she approached the nearest servant, speaking quietly. "If there is a room available for my occupation, I would like to be taken there. And if some crackers, water, and fish could be brought there, that would be preferable."
The servant seemed disturbed by her, but nonetheless led the girl away. She looked over her shoulder as she walked away. "Thank you for your hospitality, cousin Robert." She paused, looked at her father, and then turned away. "I will likely see the both of you later." With that, she was gone, disappearing upstairs and into a vacant room.
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Feb 2, 2016 16:38:35 GMT -8
"Well she's blunt, reminds me of Roxanne."
Roarin remarks dryly as Ryselle leaves. He seemed unfazed by his daughters cold personality. He hadn't even seemed concerned at her remarks about maybe, killing him.
"Thanks fer yer hospitality Robbie."
He motions a maid over.
"Bring me the oldest bottles of whiskey, brandy, and wine you have."
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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 Feb 3, 2016 17:52:57 GMT -8
The maid looks to Robert, who nods. She hurries off and returns in a moment, carrying several expensive-looking bottles. Robert sits down on a couch and motions for Roarin to do the same.
"No problem, Uncle Roarin. I haven't seen you for ages."
He glances up the stairs at the servant bringing Ryselle's snacks.
"And I haven't seed Ryselle in a while either...she's a bit odd, that one. Cute otter, though."
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Feb 4, 2016 10:56:20 GMT -8
Roarin takes a bottle pops off the cork, and takes a swig. Then he settles into a chair.
"Ye should seen her mother. Anyway how ye been lad? Been a dog's age."
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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 Feb 4, 2016 11:07:56 GMT -8
"I've been good, Uncle Roarin. Life has been nice, over here in Ozmodias."
Well, except for the murders, the poor fish harvests, and that one girl from Gaiaton who got super clingy real quick and tried to get him to marry her. But he doesn't mention them.
"Bennik has been healthy. Reynad has been well. Ruby has run away from home, for some reason. Father is alright. Mother is still missing. How have you been? How's Rox-"
He cuts himself off, realizing exactly what he was about to ask.
"Er...how's Carmela?"
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Feb 4, 2016 12:32:32 GMT -8
Roarin chuckles as Robby bites his tongue. Taking another pull, he lets out a satisfied sigh.
"I'm glad ta hear yer doin well. I've been as well as I ever am. Which means when I'm not drunk I can barely move, fer the pain. Carmela, is great the island mostly runs itself, and Beatrice handles the rest. Roxy's good, saw her recently, she still hates me guts. Can't blame her fer that."
Roarin puts his head back, and stares at the ceiling.
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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 Feb 7, 2016 10:58:49 GMT -8
Robert shrugs.
"That's a shame. Beatrice is your assistant, right? And if she does most of the island business...what do you do? If I remember correctly, Carmela doesn't have any major exports besides coconuts and pineapples."
The maids refill Roarin's drink quietly. They really are quite an effective staff.
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