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 12:32:54 GMT -8
Ryselle froze at hearing Robert say that her father was in town. Things happened very quickly, then. Ryselle patted Bennik gently on the head, thrust the remaining birdseed back into her pocket, scooped up the sea otter, and began trotting briskly in the direction Robert indicated. Upon seeing Roarin, she came to an abrupt halt, eyeing the man with.. well, no visible emotion, really. What did you expect? A sudden outpouring of affection? That wasn't her. After several long moments, however, she did arch a brow.
"This.. is my father?" She only had very hazy memories of the man. Something about him being loud and boisterous and ignoring her when she was.. four? Maybe five? She hadn't seen him since then. Her disappearing into the forests for a few years probably didn't help. "..Hm." She studied him, silent once more.
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Robert Fletcher
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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 12:47:00 GMT -8
Robert glances at his cousin, then at his uncle. He reaches out and pats the fluffy otter on the head. It's a very soft otter.
"Um...yeah. So, do you two want to come back to my house to catch up? I can have the staff cook you some food, or something..."
He trails off, feeling the awkwardness of the situation. Bennik chirps.
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
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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 12:54:32 GMT -8
Roarin, lets out a long, low, sigh.
"Aye girl I'm yer father, at least by blood. I wasn't yer father in anyway tha matters though. Iffin yer lookin fer an apology fer that... yer gunna leave disappointed. I made my choices, I won't say iffin I regret them, but I won't apologize fer them either."
The look Roarin gives Ryselle, is remote, unreadable, and maybe a bit sad. Roarin, looks at Robert.
"Sure boy, let's go ter yer house. I wanna see ye squirm a bit more, under all this awkwardness."
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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 13:02:23 GMT -8
That was unexpected. Ryselle continued to search Roarin's features for a few moments, considering, then she shrugged. "In truth, I came to see if it would be worth my time to know you, or if I should try to kill you. But the effort would not be worth the reward." Did she mean.. knowing him? Or killing him? Or both? She turned away, looking up at Robert.
"Very well. I will accompany you to your home. Nikku apparently has a taste for crackers, and would be appreciative if you could supply some." She gestured to the otter in her arms with a slight tilt of her head. Said creature perked up, making that happy squeaky-chirrup noise that otters do. Quite cute, really.
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 12, 2016 19:06:23 GMT -8
Boarding a boat for the first time had been an.. experience. And Zar'Dura had discovered that she rather liked it. Perhaps it was simply being surrounded by the sea, but she found herself more easily able to hear the spirits of the water. She was growing stronger every day, it seemed. Still, she was happy when the ship docked and she and Daris'Fall could alight in this.. city. A city in the middle of the water. No land as far as the eye could see. She stuck close to her paramour as they disembarked, looking around with wide eyes, and doing her best to ignore the people who were staring at them. Had any of them even seen an Orc before? More importantly, why had the spirits suggested they come here? It was rather puzzling, in truth, but she figured there had to be a reason.. right? But where would they go from here?
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Apr 13, 2016 13:08:23 GMT -8
Daris had not been as enamored of the boat as Dura. Indeed the orc warrior had spent much of the journey sea sick. He staggered onto the dock and fell to the ground with a thankful sigh. It took him a few moments to regain his legging. When he did he wasn't thrilled by what he saw. More sea and fish stink surrounded them, as well as a fair number of staring humans. Apparently orcs were not a common sight in these lands. That or they were wondering if he was okay, he had trouble reading human expressions. He takes a long look around and finally speaks.
"I suppose we should find lodging first. Once we do we can figure out our next step. Surely the spirits will not abandon us."
The last part is said with just a tinge of fear. He believes it, but also worries about what they will do if it is untrue.
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 13, 2016 13:13:47 GMT -8
Looking up at Daris, who had been so miserable during the boat trip, Dura's expression softened. She reached over and lightly touched his hand, the only affectionate gesture she was comfortable making in the presence of so many strangers. "They will not abandon us, Daris. They are trying to guide us somewhere." Giving him a reassuring smile, she tilted her head slightly to indicate they should proceed. When Daris was ready, she led the way out of the docks, and into the city proper.
<Exit to Streets and Alleys of Ozmodias>
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 14, 2016 21:21:43 GMT -8
They were in Ozmodias only for a few days when Zar'Dura was visited by visions. She saw a land, vast and peaceful, filled with a people whose spirits were close to the earth. She saw a welcome for them, a place where they could fit in; it wasn't quite Falkreath, but it was close enough that they would be able to live happily, build a hut of their own and spend the rest of their lives together.. if they so chose. The vision showed her that future, the two of them seated in an open meadow with younglings running around, chasing each other and laughing. Happy. Safe. Free.
Dura jerked awake with a gasp, sitting bolt upright in the tent she was sharing with Daris'Fall. The only inn they'd found hadn't had beds large enough for their tall bodies, let alone one that would fit both of them, so they'd set up their tent in an open area with grass. Gasping for breath, she turned to Daris and, if he wasn't already awake, gently shook him until he awoke. "Daris. I have had a vision." She sounded excited, her amber gaze lit with happiness. "I know where we must go."
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Apr 15, 2016 8:32:56 GMT -8
Daris was a rather sound sleeper. It took a long few minutes of shaking to awake him. When he did he blinked sleepily at Dura. His sleep addled mind trying to catch up. Finally he realizes what she has just said. He sits bolt up right and stares at her intensely. He was eager to be gone from this city. He did not like the number of people. He did not like the smells. He did not like being so close to the water.
"Tell me."
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 15, 2016 11:29:34 GMT -8
Unable to stop herself from smiling, Dura told him of what she'd seen. "I saw a land of people who are close to the earth. They will welcome us, and we will be able to build a home, and live in peace and safety, with people who understand our tie to the elements." She reached over and took his hand, her smile taking on an apologetic cast. He wasn't going to like what she had to say next. "We must go back across the water." Poor Daris, he'd have to get back on a boat. "It will be a journey of many days. But we will have a home again. It will not be Falkreath, but it will be ours." It was clear that idea appealed to her. Greatly.
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Apr 15, 2016 14:47:52 GMT -8
Daris stares out to the sea and shifts uncomfortably. He had not enjoyed his first voyage and it made him dread the second. Still if it got him to a land where they could make a life for themselves. He firms his resolve and nods at Dura once. He could do it, if she was by his side he could do it. He crawls out of his tent and sets about breaking camp.
"Very well. The sooner we start the sooner it is done with. Let us...Face the sea once more."
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 15, 2016 14:54:04 GMT -8
Before Daris could leave the tent, Dura pulled him close and pressed her brow to his. Part of her wanted to tell him of the future the earth had shown her, but their relationship was still so new, she figured it wouldn't be wise. After a moment, she released him, then scrambled out of the tent hot on his heels. With the vitality of eagerness in her steps, she helped him disassemble their camp and get everything stowed away for travel. Once they were ready, she led the way to the docks, and they would board the first ship back to the mainland.
<Exit to the Open Road>
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The Kingdom of Belrow
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Roleplay posts: 86
Player's online availability : Most days
Registered: Apr 10, 2016 2:54:12 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Belrow on Apr 30, 2016 6:41:18 GMT -8
A great fog rolled over the city and its harbor. Coming from the distant sea it covered the entire harbor area in a thick layer of white vapor, sight restricted to only a dozen meters. All traffic was stopped on the water, to prevent any collisions and the only sound heard was the gentle lapping of the waves on the hull of ships and the faint sound of whispers from people huddled around sources of light, like moths to a flame.
Deckhands and sailors a like still a test that they did not here them arrive. No sound of wind in sails, no gentle cursing of sailors tying ropes. Not even the creaking of wood. For in the fog lay the Grand Navy of Belrow. Dozens and dozens of ships sailed slowly through the water. To the guard on the watch towers and sailors in passing ships all that could be seen was faint blurs of black shapes. Massive oars could be seen rising and lowering into the water, appearing out the side of these strange shapes, the only sound coming from these other worldly boats. Only one of these ships continued into the harbor proper. Swiftly and easily darting around ships, as if they could see through the dense fog, into a empty pier. Now the shape could be made out easier. The ship was twenty meters long and half as wide. It seemed to contain three layers, the bottom layer was were the seemingly vast number of oars broke out of the hull, swiftly and defiantly maneuvering the ship closer to the wooden platform. Above that seemed to be the main deck, here behind raised black wooden battlements stood three dozen warriors in shining armor of bronze, in perfect formation they did not move as the ship turned and swirled in the water. While the final layer seemed to be a small platform on the end of the ship, here the ship was piloted, one guardian stood silently turning a rudder effortlessly, while man dressed in robes of white and gold stood facing forward.
The undead lord of the sea had arrived in the land of the living once more.
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Post by Republic of Atlanticus on May 1, 2016 16:44:37 GMT -8
The crowds of people went inside their homes and smaller ships moved to the docks. Fog was uncommon on the ocean and very bad for business. It wouldn't take long for knights to come out with Holy Magic lanterns that cut through the fog. While the ships rolled in, the light was enough for the knights to see the ship moving through the water. With naval ships lounging around and knights on duty as police, they didn't expect an engagement, but the fog didn't help convince the people around there wasn't an attack coming.
Two small ships would line up to block off the harbor. They were endowed with magic, but they were made more for patrolling the harbor, not battle. Their white and blue design was beautiful and distinct to keep others from copying them.
One of the seamen on the ships shouted into the fog, "Stop here! We cannot let you into the harbor any further without inspecition!"
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The Kingdom of Belrow
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Roleplay posts: 86
Player's online availability : Most days
Registered: Apr 10, 2016 2:54:12 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Belrow on May 3, 2016 1:08:51 GMT -8
The crowds of people went inside their homes and smaller ships moved to the docks. Fog was uncommon on the ocean and very bad for business. It wouldn't take long for knights to come out with Holy Magic lanterns that cut through the fog. While the ships rolled in, the light was enough for the knights to see the ship moving through the water. With naval ships lounging around and knights on duty as police, they didn't expect an engagement, but the fog didn't help convince the people around there wasn't an attack coming. Two small ships would line up to block off the harbor. They were endowed with magic, but they were made more for patrolling the harbor, not battle. Their white and blue design was beautiful and distinct to keep others from copying them. One of the seamen on the ships shouted into the fog, "Stop here! We cannot let you into the harbor any further without inspecition!" Mizer, undead lord of the sea turned his head slowly towards the shouting seamen, seeing their shapes beyond the fog. He raised his mummified hand to his throat, touching the tip of his index finger to where his voice box had been so long ago. He began to speak, haltingly his mouth not used to speaking with the living. "I am Lord Mizer, I...have brought with me...a detachment of the royal grand navy of the Kingdom...of Belrow...to help in your assault ... of the tyrant beyond the sea. We accept...your need for inspection...but be warned...we are not like you. We are...different." He brought up his hand and waved it in a wispy gesture, sending the dense fog out towards the sea once more, exposing the several dozens of ships, and their undead crew, to the waiting guard ships. |
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Post by Republic of Atlanticus on May 3, 2016 11:24:10 GMT -8
The main knight for the policeforce they had laughed at Lord Mizer's response and responded in his bayou accent(Missippi/Louisiana), "We dun' care what yous look like or what yous can do, we just worry abit bout whetha or not you gunna keel us. If you is here to ahelp us, then we dun care really care. If yous want to continue, please make your way tooza Fort Vauc'Tutt with da other naval forces."
The people began to come out of their homes and business picked back up to normal. The Belrow ships would be greeted and escorted by multiple smaller ships. It wouldn't take long for them to reach the other side of the harbor where Fort Vauc'Tutt is located. Once at the Fort, the military and leaders could control what was going on, the police really didn't care once they stated they were here to help.
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