Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt
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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 13, 2015 19:47:59 GMT -8
Vauc'Tutt n' Butts
BBQ and Island Club
Pineapple BBQ'd seafood 24 hours a day, seven days a week. The bar consists of rum, rum, more rum, and two local brews. With so much rum, it's even in the bbq.
Two days a week 'The Cellar' was opened up. This is where the rich and holy came together and got tribal. The live bands played dance music. The music was more from The Phoenix State's fast pace, bass filled, high energy styles.
Eat great food, surf the waves, get drunk, and get... Well you get the picture. Get drunk, get down, get dirty. What happens in Vauc'Tutt n' Butts, stays in Vauc'Tutt n' Butts.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 20:39:22 GMT -8
"Drinks on me, lads!"
Carmen walks in, pockets heavy with stolen gold. It's been a successful run, running into a merchant importing rubies to Ozmodias. She'll be drinking this loot away for weeks. Or perhaps days, depending on how much she wants to drink. She bursts through the door and heads straight to the bar, leaning against the counter and giving the bartender a flirtatious grin.
"Heya. Gimme a pineapple cocktail, and don't let it go empty."
She tosses a couple of coins on the counter carelessly.
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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 Nov 13, 2015 20:44:28 GMT -8
Mayor Uncle Roaring Redding Fletcher watches the young lass who just made the biggest mistake of her life. Ambling up to the bar the Mayor says.
"If she is buying I'll take one."
The bar tender looks at the Mayor quizzically.
"One what sir?"
The Mayor slams his hands onto the bar table top and says.
"ONE BLOODY KEG CRACK 'ER OPEN AND I'LL DRINK 'ER DRY"
The bartender looks at the mayor in astonishment then at the young women.
"Uh I am not sure the lady meant for her generous offer to be so abused Roarin."
The bartenders eyes scream help me.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 20:48:30 GMT -8
Carmen looks at the man who just ordered a keg on her tab. Who does he think he is? Some freeloader. When the bartender glances over at her, she shakes her head and walks over to Redding.
"When I said lads, I meant my crew. And attractive men. What do you think you're doing, ordering a keg? Do you know who I am?"
She glares at him, sipping her pineapple cocktail.
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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 Nov 13, 2015 20:55:18 GMT -8
Roarin eyes Carmen up and down for a long moment then says.
"Not a fucking clue! Do you know who I am? I'm the bloody mayor, and if you are going to come here and say drinks are on you then not pay for mine I'll... I actually don't know if I can arrest people as the mayor. Hrmmm where the hell is my secretary she'd no what I'd be able to do."
Roarin looks blearily around the bar for a few moments then turns to the bartender and says.
"Where the hell is that keg I ordered get to it you lolly gagger!"
The bartender sighs and says.
"I'll just put it on your tab Roarin."
This seems to be incise Roaring as he yells.
"THAT'S LORD MAYOR UNCLE TO YOU BOY!"
Roarin, then proceeds to tip backwards and pass out. The bartender almost seems ready to cry with relief.
"Oh thank the merciful gods, he's been here drinking for the last three days."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 21:05:15 GMT -8
<Enter from Da Beach> Dango walked into town to the most popular joint around. His friends all hung out here, and if he wanted to see them this would be the place to find them. Since there weren't many waves to surf on today he arrived earlier than usual, so some of the personalities of people may not have emerged yet. If Dango were to stand with a straight posture he'd be 7 feet tall, but male trolls usually slouch so he appears only about 6'3. He waved to all as he entered, there seemed to be a possible fight starting. He'd come over and say hello to Roarin, "Heya, how ya doin', mon?" He looked down at Carmen, "Who dis?" |
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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 Nov 13, 2015 21:07:21 GMT -8
The bartender waves cheerily at Dango as he walks into the bar, Roarin snore loudly from the floor. By the time Dango is at the bar his usual drink will already be on the counter top. Dango is a local and locals always get the best service.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 21:17:38 GMT -8
Carmen looks down at the snorin' Roarin'.
"Hmmph. Weird."
Sighing and stretching luxuriously, she sips her drink and glances up at Dango.
"Oh, hiya. I'm Carmen. Who are you?"
She smiles innocently, although she's anything but.
"This is a pretty nice place, huh?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 23:06:06 GMT -8
"Tank ye." He says to the barman and picks up his drink. As usual he was having a Jungle Love. He'd respond to Carmen after taking a sip, "Dango, and that it be." He looks over at her again. "Forgiveness, sistah, I neva seen ya 'ere before. I'm thinkin' ya must be a new arrival. I'm surprised ta see our Mayor already out cold, it be mid-day." |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 23:12:28 GMT -8
Carmen glances over at the man lying on the ground, surprised.
"The mayor? Seriously? That alcoholic, greedy, ugly bastard? Him?"
She shrugs, taking a sip of her drink.
"Guess you can't judge a book by its color. And that's right, I'm new. I just struck it rich, so I decided to stop off here and party."
Finding her drink empty, she waves to the bartender to refill it.
"And you live here, I suppose?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 23:22:43 GMT -8
"Hehehe, he's a rowdy man. I met 'im in a drunken brawl after we exchanged rude slurs. We been friends eva since." Dango chuckled. "How fortunate for ya. May fortune stay wit ya."
Dango finishes his drink as well and gets a refill. "Not 'ere exactly, I live just outside of town. I come here a lot though. My old fatha knew the founders of dis place well."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 23:36:02 GMT -8
"Thanks. I'm pretty lucky."
Carmela chuckles, glancing down at the mayor. He looks so...pathetic. Just lying there on the ground like a drunken hobo.
"You come here a lot, huh? Think you could show me around? This place looks...fun."
She grins, swirling her drink absently.
"What do you have here, anyway? I saw the resort on the way in, and there's a lot of beaches...and I've heard about the pineapple farms too. But is there anything else? Anything more exciting?"
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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 Nov 14, 2015 6:05:17 GMT -8
"Tank ye." He says to the barman and picks up his drink. As usual he was having a Jungle Love. He'd respond to Carmen after taking a sip, "Dango, and that it be." He looks over at her again. "Forgiveness, sistah, I neva seen ya 'ere before. I'm thinkin' ya must be a new arrival. I'm surprised ta see our Mayor already out cold, it be mid-day." The bartender looks at Dango and says with a grimace. "Don't be too surprised to see Roarin out he started yesterday morning and I don't think he's stopped till right now. The damned fool was going on about some map he took off a tourist and how he was going to be rich." The bartender points at a poorly written letter on the notice board. "He's looking for people to help if your interested Dango. My monies on the whole thing being a waste of time you know how Roarin gets. One stupid get rich quick scheme after another. Hell I am pretty sure that's why he's mayor." |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 11:59:28 GMT -8
"I don't tink I could show ya much, lass. Every few days though there's a luau, a party here Vauc'Tutt n' Butts. I find m'self on the water most days, riding da waves or on da beach workin' on my boards." Dango would explain. When he heard about the treasure map he thought for a while on his drink. "Perhaps I could use a change o' pace for a while."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 13:06:15 GMT -8
She had found a quiet corner to undress a little, taking off her corset and her overboots, her long leather gloves and other things. She bundled them up and shoved them into her bag fit to bursting, but in just her high-top leather boots, dark pants, and a billowing white shirt, she felt far more comfortable.
Soraya had taken her dark hair and had pulled it back into a braid, enjoying the clean sea breeze on her skin. As she walked up to the Tutt and Butts place, her shirt slipped off of one shoulder, showing off the skin and the little scar she had at its tip from a run in with a juvenile mountain lion.
"Oh. So it's not Tits and Butts," she said to herself more than to anyone else.
Pushing her sleeve back up onto her shoulder, she moved into the odd restaurant and inhaled the scent of BBQ. Mmm!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 13:28:57 GMT -8
"Aww, that's a shame. I thought this place would be really interesting, but looks like it's just sunny and has a lot of bars."
When she hears about the treasure map, Carmen perks up. She likes treasure maps. It's what she does.
"Someone say something about a treasure map? That sounds fun. I like shiny things."
Carmen smiles, licking her lips.
"Maybe I should look for treasure. Seems like the kind of place that would have it."
She eats the cherry off her drink, chewing thoughtfully.
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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 Nov 14, 2015 13:52:13 GMT -8
She had found a quiet corner to undress a little, taking off her corset and her overboots, her long leather gloves and other things. She bundled them up and shoved them into her bag fit to bursting, but in just her high-top leather boots, dark pants, and a billowing white shirt, she felt far more comfortable. Soraya had taken her dark hair and had pulled it back into a braid, enjoying the clean sea breeze on her skin. As she walked up to the Tutt and Butts place, her shirt slipped off of one shoulder, showing off the skin and the little scar she had at its tip from a run in with a juvenile mountain lion. "Oh. So it's not Tits and Butts," she said to herself more than to anyone else. Pushing her sleeve back up onto her shoulder, she moved into the odd restaurant and inhaled the scent of BBQ. Mmm! As Soraya enters the bar see would find it to be a pleasant well light room with many people talking laughing and drinking fruity drinks. She would most likely spot the massive man laying sprawled in the middle of the floor snoring loudly. Oddly instead of throwing the obvious drunk out people were ignoring him. The bartender sees Soraya enter and with a friendly smile says. "Welcome to Vauc'Tutt' n'Butts can I get the lovely lady a drink? Just make sure you don't step on the mayor." Indicates the person on the floor who looks far more like a homeless man than a state official. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 16:59:01 GMT -8
"THAT's the mayor?" Soraya asked as she made her way over and tip-toed between and around the Mayor's legs to get to a barstool. She hopped on, her shirt sleeve slipping down her shoulder once more. "I guess now it all makes sense."
She turned and smiled at the bartender, and then wondered what to order. She'd never had alcohol before. Her father called it a nuisance. He'd seen too many men driven to drink that had ruined their lives, and so he never drank it. Of course, her father never TOLD her out right that she couldn't partake in it, but her father was her biggest role model.
"Ah... what.. would you suggest?" Soraya asked. She stood out like a sore thumb. New and fresh to the world. The hardest times Soraya had lived through was when her father was at war. But he had come home whole and alive.
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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 Nov 14, 2015 17:17:30 GMT -8
The bartender begins mixing Soraya something fruity. He nods at the man laying passed out on the floor.
"Yeah that's the mayor of Carmela island notorious drunk Uncle "Roarin" Redding Fletcher. Nobodies quite sure how it happened but he's actually not too bad. Mostly because he let's his secretary do most of the work."
The bartender chuckles lightly and say's.
"Anyway the house specialty is various types of rum. I am thinking that might be a bit harsh for you so here."
Places a drink in front of her. She will find it refreshing lime taste with just the barest hint of alcohol.
"That's a green flash, enjoy madam."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 17:26:46 GMT -8
"I met her," Soraya volunteered. "She seemed um. Efficient."
She looked with wide eyes at the fancy green drink put before her. "Green sunset?" she asked, and then sort of sat up straighter. "Madam?" She'd never been called that before. Did she LOOK old enough to drink?
Maybe she did. She pulled the drink to her and sniffed it. Even though it was like alcohol, it felt strong to a girl who had never had a drop of the stuff before. Still, she put her mouth around the straw and sucked down a big gulp without even thinking.
Her reaction was instantaneous. She jerked back from the straw so fast that it made the glass tip over. She saw it and tried to catch it, but her hands just fumbled and the entire drink went sailing and landed all over the Mayor's sleeping head.
".... Whoops."
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