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 22, 2015 18:00:25 GMT -8
Robert is silent, contemplating his meal. It smells tasty, but...it's a snake. Glancing around, he sees that everyone else is digging in hungrily. They killed their own snakes, and he could barely touch his. He's definitely out of his depth here. He stares at the meal, then glances over at Neferet, returning her smile. She didn't kill her snake either. That's...comforting. Bennik pecks Robert in the leg, and he returns his attention to his dinner. Ah well, here goes nothing. There's a first time for everything. He picks up a snake roll and pops it into his mouth.
...
Perhaps Bennik will enjoy them. Yes, that's a good idea. Robert slyly slips the snake under the table to Bennik, a move he perfected in his younger years when his mother would make sauteed Vili root. An elvish delicacy, she called it. Bah.
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Dame Oleanna D'Ignis
Committed
Bloody politicians.
Roleplay posts: 96 
Age: None of your damn business.
Physical Description: At 6' even, Oleanna is tall for an elven women. She wears heavy plate armor, most of the time. Underneath she has a lithe, toned body, with moderate curves.
She likes to keep her helmet on, as most find her face off putting. Her most noticeable feature is a scar, that begins just above her left eyebrow. It runs straight down her face, directly over her eye, and stops at her jaw line. Her left eye is a milky grey color, and it is surrounded by a stylized tattoo of a black sun. If it wasn't for the scar, Oleanna's face would be a mask of flawless elven beauty. She has a delicate jaw, dainty chin, full lips, high cheek bones, and her right eyes is a vibrant green. Her skin is alabaster in tone, and glows with health. Her vibrant red hair is kept in a short military cut, leaving her knife like ears visible.
She has a reputation among other wandering knights as being exceptionally fierce. She wields primarily wields sword and fire magic in combat. She can also use ice magic having advanced fair enough in her art to understand she can manipulate heat not just create fire. She rarely turns down jobs even if the pay is poor. She lead her own group of female mercenaries called the Crimson Ladies which she disbanded a few years ago. She has won quite a few tournaments and slain many powerful beasts in her time. She has traveled all over the world and can survive most any where either by living off the land or living by her sword.
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, tower shield, long sword, water skin, travel rations, War horse, Lance, long bow and quiver, spell book, and the sun tattoo which acts as her magical focus.
Registered: Nov 18, 2015 12:07:10 GMT -8
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Post by Dame Oleanna D'Ignis on Nov 22, 2015 18:12:45 GMT -8
Oleanna tries very hard not to grin at Sonam's anger the man was most certainly her enemy now but this was fine. Oleanna had very little patience and she did not waste what she had on fools. Still it irked her that such a man was in a position of power closed minded bigotry usually comes hand in hand with corruption. Oleanna decides to make it a point to investigate Sonam should she be appointed head of the City Guard. Oleanna watches how the others eat the meal before partaking herself she finds it to be pleasant enough. As she eats she eyes Kinzokan and Fenris and says bluntly.
"Well if we are going to work together we should probably find time to talk strategy. I did not bring any troops of my own though I should have a few by weeks end. To start I would think it best if you Sir Fenris have your men set up some guard patrols that I think would be a good start. After that we are going to need to figure out how to track these beasts and trap them."
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Nov 22, 2015 18:22:56 GMT -8
Fenris turned to Oleanna. "We will discuss the details in private as soon as we are able then." he told her. "I have quite a few ideas, some of which are less than conventional... But I might have gleamed a thing or two since coming here..." he said. He suspected any one of these people had motive and means to use these creatures for their own ends. He did not say it, but he also suspected it was more likely those against Neferet or who were hostile to the outsiders might be more likely to be involved. Then there were Ackbars suspicions about Oopong to consider. A picture was starting to form, if distorted and muddied. He continued to eat, taking another snake and snapping its neck with a hard *crack*.
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Kinzokan Krypt
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Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 22, 2015 18:28:16 GMT -8
Krypt let out a sigh of release, with a "finally" muttered from beneath his breath. Dead snake in hand, he stood proudly in the centre of the room, then bowed his head to the woman who had peered into his future. "Then I will start working," he told them, before turning, leaving all guests and offered food to their respective tables and attempting to leave the room the way he had arrived.
His plan was not to rush off headlong to battle the beasts single-handedly, but rather to escape the room of exotic food and spices that made his nose itch. In addition, he was an impatient man and wished to examine and investigate the scenes of at least some of the attacks before night fell; the council, while useful, was dragging on far too long for his liking. There was work to be done.
As such, unless stopped, he would work his way out of the building and back out to the street.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:55:40 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 18:32:59 GMT -8
"I agree with Fenris," Neferet spoke from beside him. It was no surprise that Neferet ate delicately. The woman seemed serene and controlled in all that she did, with a gentle melancholy about her, much like a martyr although she never asked or expected sympathy, empathy, or pity. It was more an acceptance of her own lot in life, and she rarely asked for a person to change.
Her long golden earrings chimed quietly as her tawny eyes turned to Fenris. There was a soft smile on her face as she leaned a little to him, the faint smell of jasmine on her dark hair. "The small rolls are seared ahuna'ua, snake with legume. The longer rolls are in tihoni leaves, and inside is fuam, monkey brains."
Neferet watched Krypt excuse himself for a long moment. She looked to Akbar, and he nodded without saying a word and left to follow.
She turned her head to regard Robert. "Does Bennik like the snake?"
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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 22, 2015 18:42:26 GMT -8
Robert jumps, caught red-handed. Under the table, Bennik chirps happily.
"Uh...sorry, Neferet. I'm just not a fan of...snakes..."
He sheepishly passes Bennik another piece, and the peacock swallows it with pleasure.
"I thought I was sneakier than that..."
Sighing, he takes a sip of water.
"I was never really one for these types of meetings..."
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Dame Oleanna D'Ignis
Committed
Bloody politicians.
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: None of your damn business.
Physical Description: At 6' even, Oleanna is tall for an elven women. She wears heavy plate armor, most of the time. Underneath she has a lithe, toned body, with moderate curves.
She likes to keep her helmet on, as most find her face off putting. Her most noticeable feature is a scar, that begins just above her left eyebrow. It runs straight down her face, directly over her eye, and stops at her jaw line. Her left eye is a milky grey color, and it is surrounded by a stylized tattoo of a black sun. If it wasn't for the scar, Oleanna's face would be a mask of flawless elven beauty. She has a delicate jaw, dainty chin, full lips, high cheek bones, and her right eyes is a vibrant green. Her skin is alabaster in tone, and glows with health. Her vibrant red hair is kept in a short military cut, leaving her knife like ears visible.
She has a reputation among other wandering knights as being exceptionally fierce. She wields primarily wields sword and fire magic in combat. She can also use ice magic having advanced fair enough in her art to understand she can manipulate heat not just create fire. She rarely turns down jobs even if the pay is poor. She lead her own group of female mercenaries called the Crimson Ladies which she disbanded a few years ago. She has won quite a few tournaments and slain many powerful beasts in her time. She has traveled all over the world and can survive most any where either by living off the land or living by her sword.
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, tower shield, long sword, water skin, travel rations, War horse, Lance, long bow and quiver, spell book, and the sun tattoo which acts as her magical focus.
Registered: Nov 18, 2015 12:07:10 GMT -8
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Post by Dame Oleanna D'Ignis on Nov 22, 2015 18:45:32 GMT -8
Oleanna sighs more delays, but it makes sense this council was not going to productive largely due to the council. There was also the possibility that some of the council (Sonam) were crooked so discussing plans in front of them may be detrimental. She nods her consent to the plan of talking later. She bristles in iritation when Krypt leaves part of its jealousy part of it is "who the hell does he think he is." When Neferet calls out Robert Oleanna turns to the foppish young man and says curiously.
"Did you even try the snake? You should its 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 22, 2015 18:54:47 GMT -8
Robert sighs as the scarred woman calls him out as well.
"No need to announce it to the room...I tried a piece. It tasted like a snake."
Meanwhile, Bennik folds up his wings and takes a nap, content.
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Nov 22, 2015 19:05:03 GMT -8
His gaze flicked to Neferet, her soft demeanor bespoke of a deep seated sadness, which she tried to hide behind stoicism. He was almost surprised when she turned to address him directly. "Well then, I am lucky I am a carnivore I suppose..." he said looking at the Mayor who could not stomach the snake. He could not blame the man, reptiles always seemed so... meager, more something you ate if you had no other choice. "Perhaps if you would all like, I can bring some of my own provisions so you can sample the delicacies of my own homeland." making small-talk as he spoke towards Mayor Fletcher. "Mushrooms, Venison, that sort of thing." he said with a shrug as he turned his gaze to Krypt. He sensed him and the man were similar in many ways, but Fenris felt the other male lacked experience and tact. There was a lot one could learn about the situation by being present within the council. Fenris himself was not a fan of politics, but they were necessary, and he was getting quite a good show out of it too. He was not here for entertainment however.
He felt his hairs prickle on the back of his neck. He could almost taste a conspiracy in the air. He did not give himself over entirely to the idea, he had to walk the line between being vigilant and downright paranoid, but he found always expecting the worst helped you guard your bases better. He sensed Oleanna's irritation but did not comment. He turned his gaze to the merchant among them, trying in vain to remember his name. He simply had referred to him as "the fat one" in his head till now. He settled for a title however. "Master of Merchants, would you be interested in trading with my men tomorrow?" he asked smiling at the man with a light friendly grin that showed his fanged canids, the action perhaps giving off the slightest hint to his predatory nature.
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Dame Oleanna D'Ignis
Committed
Bloody politicians.
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: None of your damn business.
Physical Description: At 6' even, Oleanna is tall for an elven women. She wears heavy plate armor, most of the time. Underneath she has a lithe, toned body, with moderate curves.
She likes to keep her helmet on, as most find her face off putting. Her most noticeable feature is a scar, that begins just above her left eyebrow. It runs straight down her face, directly over her eye, and stops at her jaw line. Her left eye is a milky grey color, and it is surrounded by a stylized tattoo of a black sun. If it wasn't for the scar, Oleanna's face would be a mask of flawless elven beauty. She has a delicate jaw, dainty chin, full lips, high cheek bones, and her right eyes is a vibrant green. Her skin is alabaster in tone, and glows with health. Her vibrant red hair is kept in a short military cut, leaving her knife like ears visible.
She has a reputation among other wandering knights as being exceptionally fierce. She wields primarily wields sword and fire magic in combat. She can also use ice magic having advanced fair enough in her art to understand she can manipulate heat not just create fire. She rarely turns down jobs even if the pay is poor. She lead her own group of female mercenaries called the Crimson Ladies which she disbanded a few years ago. She has won quite a few tournaments and slain many powerful beasts in her time. She has traveled all over the world and can survive most any where either by living off the land or living by her sword.
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, tower shield, long sword, water skin, travel rations, War horse, Lance, long bow and quiver, spell book, and the sun tattoo which acts as her magical focus.
Registered: Nov 18, 2015 12:07:10 GMT -8
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Post by Dame Oleanna D'Ignis on Nov 22, 2015 19:06:20 GMT -8
Oleanna can't help but chuckle at Robert.
"Hate to say it but you weren't terribly subtle about it. Also aren't you the Mayor of Ozmodias I would think having dinner with council members would be something you are used to."
Oleanna is mildly curious about what role the other official is playing in current events. The man was clearly out of place and out of his depth so why was he here. That and her other options for conversation where the council members. She would like to talk to Ona a bit more since the Master of Mystics seemed nice enough, and Tuana at least had his head on straight but the other two she disliked. She would also like to have a more casual conversation with Neferet at some point, but this was a poor time for it.
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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 22, 2015 19:12:42 GMT -8
Robert sighs.
"I'm not used to this at all. We don't have council meetings in Ozmodias, everyone just meets up with whoever they need to to get things working. I mostly handle the shipping industry."
He pets the sleeping peacock absently.
"So...where are you from? You don't look like you're from around here..."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 19:18:50 GMT -8
Inana, who was in conversation with Sonam and Ona, looked over at Fenris as he spoke to him. Inana looked him over. "I doubt you'll have anything I'll want, but it wouldn't hurt to look. I will send one of my men tomorrow, as I myself will be busy."
Just then, Opong arrived at the table and bent to Inana's ear. Anger flashed in the merchant's eyes, but he wiped his mouth and licked his fingers. "Business waits for no man," he said and hefted his large weight from the pillows on the floor.
"Will you be attending the Memorial?" Neferet asked of him, most of her food untouched.
"I will try," Inana replied, and left with Opong.
Neferet felt as if the dinner had been a sorry failure. For a moment, she looked down at the table, but she put on a stiff upper lip and took a breath. She reached for her hot tea and lifted it.
"I must attend the Memorial, but the safety of Gaiaton is far more important. I trust Dame Oleanna and Fenris to come with a plan to secure Gaiaton's perimeter for the night, but please, do jot venture into the jungle tonight."
One night of peace. It was what she wanted. She turned to Fenris. "Krypt and Dame Oleanna are staying at my home. I extend the invitation to you. If you would both like to retire there and discuss your plans, I will meet up with you both after the memorial."
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Dame Oleanna D'Ignis
Committed
Bloody politicians.
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: None of your damn business.
Physical Description: At 6' even, Oleanna is tall for an elven women. She wears heavy plate armor, most of the time. Underneath she has a lithe, toned body, with moderate curves.
She likes to keep her helmet on, as most find her face off putting. Her most noticeable feature is a scar, that begins just above her left eyebrow. It runs straight down her face, directly over her eye, and stops at her jaw line. Her left eye is a milky grey color, and it is surrounded by a stylized tattoo of a black sun. If it wasn't for the scar, Oleanna's face would be a mask of flawless elven beauty. She has a delicate jaw, dainty chin, full lips, high cheek bones, and her right eyes is a vibrant green. Her skin is alabaster in tone, and glows with health. Her vibrant red hair is kept in a short military cut, leaving her knife like ears visible.
She has a reputation among other wandering knights as being exceptionally fierce. She wields primarily wields sword and fire magic in combat. She can also use ice magic having advanced fair enough in her art to understand she can manipulate heat not just create fire. She rarely turns down jobs even if the pay is poor. She lead her own group of female mercenaries called the Crimson Ladies which she disbanded a few years ago. She has won quite a few tournaments and slain many powerful beasts in her time. She has traveled all over the world and can survive most any where either by living off the land or living by her sword.
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, tower shield, long sword, water skin, travel rations, War horse, Lance, long bow and quiver, spell book, and the sun tattoo which acts as her magical focus.
Registered: Nov 18, 2015 12:07:10 GMT -8
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Post by Dame Oleanna D'Ignis on Nov 22, 2015 19:26:02 GMT -8
Oleanna raises an eyebrow at Roberts question and has to stifle her initial sarcastic response. Seriously what was his fist clue the pointy ears? The red hair? The pale skin? "Being polite can be a real pain the ass." She thinks idly to herself, she responds to Robert and keeps a friendly tone.
"Sounds like Ozmodias is a little more laid back than Gaiaton about these things."
She then proceeds to answer his question.
"No I am not. I was originally from an Elven village on the outskirts of Medan's territory. I joined with the military in the kingdom and earned my spurs there. After that I traveled around the world with my own company of mercenaries."
At Neferets comment Oleanna turns to the mayor and says.
"If it is alright I will join you at the memorial, I will stay in the back of the crowd if you prefer but I want to be there."
There were several good reason to show up at the memorial and as long as she kept her mouth shut it shouldn't cause any problems.
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Nov 22, 2015 19:27:09 GMT -8
"Well that wasn't suspicious at all." he said to himself as his grin widened. He had found something. He asked Inana his question for a few very specific reasons. He wanted too gauge the mans response. He also seemed the least tolerant of outsiders... Strange for a merchant, Fenris thought he should have been the most eager to parlay with foreigners. Something was not right. Inana was quick to respond, but made sure he did not give Fen any leeway to get too involved, while Oopongs sudden arrival enhanced Fenris' suspicions several fold. He looked at Inana the entire time, that friendly grin remained but his eyes were cold, staring at the man as if he could see into the depths of his thoughts. Though this was certainly not the case, empathy went a long way. "I look forward to that Master Inana... You may be surprised." if he found a he could get a "bite" at the truth, he was not letting go, already his mind was preparing to clamp down.
Fenris sensed Neferets distress. "It was a pleasure Neferet, very productive I think." and he was being sincere. "Alright I will meet you and Oleanna in your home, I have much to discuss with you, and... I suggest you are on guard tonight Mayor, and you should take extra precautions, I can offer my men to escort you if you wish." he told her his tone lowering. "Something does not smell right..."
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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 22, 2015 19:29:09 GMT -8
"Yeah, we're pretty chill. I get to walk around with a peacock, and nobody minds. He's great with kids. Aren't you, Bennik?"
Bennik raises his head and lets out a sleepy chirp, then goes back to sleep. Robert chuckles.
"Yeah, I'm not from around here either. I'm from Medan."
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Dame Oleanna D'Ignis
Committed
Bloody politicians.
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: None of your damn business.
Physical Description: At 6' even, Oleanna is tall for an elven women. She wears heavy plate armor, most of the time. Underneath she has a lithe, toned body, with moderate curves.
She likes to keep her helmet on, as most find her face off putting. Her most noticeable feature is a scar, that begins just above her left eyebrow. It runs straight down her face, directly over her eye, and stops at her jaw line. Her left eye is a milky grey color, and it is surrounded by a stylized tattoo of a black sun. If it wasn't for the scar, Oleanna's face would be a mask of flawless elven beauty. She has a delicate jaw, dainty chin, full lips, high cheek bones, and her right eyes is a vibrant green. Her skin is alabaster in tone, and glows with health. Her vibrant red hair is kept in a short military cut, leaving her knife like ears visible.
She has a reputation among other wandering knights as being exceptionally fierce. She wields primarily wields sword and fire magic in combat. She can also use ice magic having advanced fair enough in her art to understand she can manipulate heat not just create fire. She rarely turns down jobs even if the pay is poor. She lead her own group of female mercenaries called the Crimson Ladies which she disbanded a few years ago. She has won quite a few tournaments and slain many powerful beasts in her time. She has traveled all over the world and can survive most any where either by living off the land or living by her sword.
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, tower shield, long sword, water skin, travel rations, War horse, Lance, long bow and quiver, spell book, and the sun tattoo which acts as her magical focus.
Registered: Nov 18, 2015 12:07:10 GMT -8
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Post by Dame Oleanna D'Ignis on Nov 22, 2015 19:38:23 GMT -8
At Roberts statement Oleanna can't curb her inner smart ass any longer. She give Robert a smirk and says wryly.
"You're not from around here, no shit."
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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 22, 2015 19:42:50 GMT -8
Robert chuckles.
"Nah...well, good talking to you. I should get going. I need to find my troublemaking cousin before she gets...well, into trouble. I'll be at the memorial later."
He shakes Bennik, who squawks unhappily at being woken.
"Come on, sleepybones. It's time to go find Rafaela. She should still be with Inam."
Robert walks off back to the wine bar.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 19:53:09 GMT -8
Neferet is visibly pleased by Oleanna's want to go to the Memorial.
"You would honor me," Neferet said with a warm smile.
She watched the exchange with Inana and Opong and Fenris, and when they left, Neferet leaned closer to Fenris and kept her velvet voice low and quiet. "I had been hoping that it wasn't true," Neferet said, knowing that she didn't have to explain what 'it' was. "But these weeks... there has been a darkness, but it wasn't from the beasts. They are a... a symptom. Not the sickness itself."
She caught herself and shook her head, reaching up to touch her templ like a headache had begun to throb. "I'm sorry," she said, and Ona, who had overheard, reached for Neferet's hand.
"You never have to apologize, my lady."
Neferet elegantly but took her hand away before Ona could touch her, a bashful and apologetic smile on her beautiful face that was joined with one of Ona's own.
"I think I should prepare for the Memorial soon."
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Dame Oleanna D'Ignis
Committed
Bloody politicians.
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: None of your damn business.
Physical Description: At 6' even, Oleanna is tall for an elven women. She wears heavy plate armor, most of the time. Underneath she has a lithe, toned body, with moderate curves.
She likes to keep her helmet on, as most find her face off putting. Her most noticeable feature is a scar, that begins just above her left eyebrow. It runs straight down her face, directly over her eye, and stops at her jaw line. Her left eye is a milky grey color, and it is surrounded by a stylized tattoo of a black sun. If it wasn't for the scar, Oleanna's face would be a mask of flawless elven beauty. She has a delicate jaw, dainty chin, full lips, high cheek bones, and her right eyes is a vibrant green. Her skin is alabaster in tone, and glows with health. Her vibrant red hair is kept in a short military cut, leaving her knife like ears visible.
She has a reputation among other wandering knights as being exceptionally fierce. She wields primarily wields sword and fire magic in combat. She can also use ice magic having advanced fair enough in her art to understand she can manipulate heat not just create fire. She rarely turns down jobs even if the pay is poor. She lead her own group of female mercenaries called the Crimson Ladies which she disbanded a few years ago. She has won quite a few tournaments and slain many powerful beasts in her time. She has traveled all over the world and can survive most any where either by living off the land or living by her sword.
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, tower shield, long sword, water skin, travel rations, War horse, Lance, long bow and quiver, spell book, and the sun tattoo which acts as her magical focus.
Registered: Nov 18, 2015 12:07:10 GMT -8
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Post by Dame Oleanna D'Ignis on Nov 22, 2015 20:03:48 GMT -8
Oleanna smiles at Neferet glad she will be permitted to observe the memorial. She watches the mayors interaction with Ona and something clicks in the back of Oleanna's mind. She wonders if it would be rude to just flat out ask the mayor why she isn't touching anyone. Oleanna decides that it would probably be better to find out the answer to that later. Oleanna stands and say's to Neferet.
"If the memorial is soon I suppose I should also get ready. I assume you will need to return to your house to do so? If that is the case I will escort you, provide some additional security."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 20:17:09 GMT -8
It was dark out already, and the streets were almost empty of people. A month ago, this would not have been the case, but a month ago, the Demon and the Pitch were not plaguing Gaiaton. Most people were inside, but Inam, pretty Inam, sat on the steps of the wine bar, anxious and worried and concerned... and alone.
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