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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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Nov 18, 2015 16:36:14 GMT -8
 Deep in the heart of Carmela jungle is Silver Back falls. This series of three waterfalls flows out of the Silver Moon lake and is the source of the silver river, which provides most of the fresh water for 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 Nov 18, 2015 16:45:59 GMT -8
The party finally reaches Silver Back Falls as the sun begins to set. They find a clearing and under Dango and Roaring supervision they begin setting up camp. Once they are settled and a stew is cooking over the fire Roarin says in an authoritative tone of voice.
"Now then da map says to find the next step we gotta dive down da middle. Anyone have any thoughts as to wait in the blue blazes that means?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2015 17:21:02 GMT -8
Carmen looks at the map.
"Well, I've seen a lot of treasure stashes in my day, and if this map is anything to go by, I'd say we gotta head through. There's probably a secret passage behind the waterfall."
She sighs, disappointed.
"Ugh...that's so cliche."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2015 17:21:55 GMT -8
As soon as they come within sight of Silverback Falls, Soraya was entranced.
"Oh, it's so beautiful," she breathed.
Sweat gleamed off of her toned torso, and made her white shirt stick to her body. Mud caked her boots, and leaves were in her hair, but the young woman was more entertained by looking at the jungle around them.
She helped to make camp, digging out the fire pit and lining it with stones. Dirty and sweaty, she gave a hopeful look to her uncle.
"Can we go swimming?"
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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 18, 2015 17:32:17 GMT -8
Roarin snorts at Carmen's comment.
"Effin it proves that easy I would just count me lucky stars."
He nods and smiles indulgently at Soraya.
"Aye lass I am sure we can find time to go swimming tomorrow, in fact I'd be surprised if we didn't"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2015 12:59:45 GMT -8
"I tink it refers to the falls. Dere be tree o' dem, maybe the clue speaks of the middle fall? It could be someting else doe." Dango guesses to the meaning of the clue.
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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 19, 2015 13:14:42 GMT -8
Roarin nods at the three kids, he says calmly.
"Then we all be thinking the same thing it's some thing ta do with the middle fall."
Roarin yawns stretches and then rolls onto his side. He says gruffly.
"We will head up thar tomorrow morning fer now git some sleep."
<You guys can talk as a group or just go to sleep after everyone posts we will move onm>
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2015 13:16:41 GMT -8
Carmen stretches luxuriously, arching her back and glancing over at Dango to see if he noticed.
"Yeah, sleep sounds good. Night, Roarin'."
She curls up underneath a tree and goes to sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2015 22:31:56 GMT -8
"Good night," she said to the others, although she felt a little trepidation. What if the Lizard People came back? It definitely didn't make her feel sleepy, and although they had trekked and fought and wounded themselves, Soraya still felt alert and awake.
She chose to sleep nearer to the fire than by a tree, given the jungle's oenchant for snakes and lizard men. She also wanted to see the stars overhead. As she settled, she drew her egg out of the satchel and carefully unwound the shirt to look at it.
Bugs hummed in the air, and in the distance a bird let out a night call. In the warm glow of the firelight, Soraya's fingertips traced the crack of the rough shelled egg. "A dragon egg," she whispered quietly to herself, allowing herself to finally feel awe and excitement, and also concern.
While the others rested or kept watch, Soraya kept to herself. When she finally did fall asleep, it was on her side, facing the fire, and the egg cuddled up to her chest with her arms wrapped protectively around it.
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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 20, 2015 19:53:58 GMT -8
The following morning the party having drawn the conclusion that the next step has something to do with the middle falls make there way toward it. This deep in the jungle there are of course no paths leading up to the second set of falls just sheer cliff face. The cliff face near the falls is too treacherous to climb so the party is forced to make their way around through the jungle. It is just past noon when they reach the base of the second of the Silver Back falls. Unfortunately for the party the next step is not as obvious as Carmen might have hoped as there is no obvious cave or passageway behind the falls.
The second falls is the smallest of the three roughly 20 feet in height and 30 feet wide the river forms a medium sized pound of crystal clear water. Well crystal clear except for where it froths and churns where the falls strike the lagoon. The cliff face is far easier to climb here so reaching the top of this fall will not take too long. The party will need to figure out there next course of action from here.
Roarin beckons over Soraya and says to her.
"Aw right I'm going ta take tha egg off of ya for the moment Soraya."
Roaring raises and hand to stop what is sure to be an angry rant about him having no right to take the egg.
"I'm not taken it from ye forever you'll be gettin it back when were done. However if you are needing to do something dangerous or move around carelessly you could crush the dern thing and the life inside it. Tha's why were gonna put it in here."
Keeping an eye on Dango and Carmen and moving so they can't hear or see whats happening he continues. Roarin hold up the small bag he pulled the medicine from earlier it is too small to hold the egg. As Soraya watches he opens it up though the mouth of the bag is oddly made to open up far wider then you would normally need and he shows her the inside. The interior of the bag may surprise Soraya as opposed to being cloth it appears to a portal. This portal appears to be set in the roof of an alchemists workshop, a workshop that is a bit messy and contains a lot of alcohol but an alchemists workshop none the less.
"This is me portable gate made fer me by a mage friend leads to my workshop. I dun mind if you know yer family but don't go tellin no one else I do alchemy it will ruin me reputation if people git ter thinking I have a respectable job. Anyway we can put the egg in here and it'll be safe if anything dangerous comes up. Ye don't need to worry about anyone messing with it either only me and my secretary know where it is."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2015 9:05:05 GMT -8
She woke and broke camp, shouldering as much work as any of the others and determined to keep pace with the adults. Her Mother and Father, had they been there, would have been proud. Soraya didn't complain, even though she was getting a blister on one palm. She wasn't unused to hard work; both of her parents had drilled that into Soraya and all of her siblings; but she WAS unused to the weather and the humidity made her skin more slick.
What Soraya really wanted to do was go swimming. They kept trekking around the water and coming back to it again, and she couldn't help but feel some sort of disappointment when there was only rock behind the rushing water of the shorter waterfall.
She was sat on a rock, and had just popped her blister with a little wince and was wrapping it in another strip off the shirt she was wearing, truly making such a garment a cropped top that showed off her tight and youthful torso, when she looked up at the shadow of her uncle coming over her.
When he mentions taking the egg, she obviously balks and opens her generous, pink mouth to give him what-for when he raises a hand to stop her. She bites her mouth shut, her moody green eyes glaring but she listens to him, and even seems to lose a bit of the attitude as he shares with her the secret of his bag.
Still, she frowns, and rests a hand on the satchel at her hip. "I've never been separated from it," she admitted to him quietly, clearly reluctant to let it out of her grasp. And.... she'd only just met Uncle Roarin. And he wasn't actually her uncle. And he hung out with someone like Carmen. What if he stole it? What if he didn't give it back? "I want to keep it with me," she said and hugged the bag to her chest. "Now that I know what it is, I've been much more careful. What if it hatches and I'm not there?"
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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 21, 2015 9:25:26 GMT -8
Uncle Roarin eyes Soraya his gaze and voice stern as he responds.
"Oh aye ye'll be more careful and I believe ye sure enough. And I am sure iffen we meet more lizard folk they'll be acommadating. I am sure they won't say accidently knock ye to da ground right on top of yer egg. Or hey I'm sure if we have ta climb the cliff and you slip on some rocks the egg will survive tha fall."
Roarin takes a deep breath and he says his voice much softer.
"Look lass I won't jus take da egg from ye it's yers make no mistake. But I know a fair bit about such things and I am thinking da egg wont hatch without ye. So I am asking ye to think about what's best for the little life kindling in that egg. Is it safest next to ye while yer in the middle of an adventure? Or is it safer a few miles aways in a locked room?"
His piece said Roarin looks at Soraya his expression one of near paternal concern.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2015 9:44:28 GMT -8
His tone made Soraya glare at him again. It was making her feel stupid and childish, which wasn't a way that anyone wanted to feel; not a child, not an adult, and not a young girl somewhere in between.
There must have been some sort of paternal instinct within Roarin Fletcher, however, because he seemed to sense this and tempered his tone, especially when Soraya turned her face away so she wouldn't have to look at him, hugging her satchel fiercely to her chest.
His next words seem to soften the tight clench of her jaw. She lowered her face to look down at the bag, her arms relaxing a little. Soraya's connection to the Egg was strong. She was fiercely protective over it, even before she'd realized it was an egg, and she was very, very reluctant to part ways with it now.
"Can I check on it? Every day?" Soraya asked, tilting her pretty face to look up into Roarin's.
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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 21, 2015 10:08:22 GMT -8
The mayor uncle chuckles and say's kindly.
"O course ye can like I said it be yer egg and I dun plan ta keep ye from it. We're jus ginna keep it out a harms since we dun know what crazy things may happen."
He gestures to the open bag and say's.
"Jus be thinking on where in the room ye want the egg ta be when ye stick yer hands in. It be a bit odd since da portal moves yer hands about the room while yer body stays still. Once ye git used ta it its right useful though."
Roarin gives Soraya an encouraging smile.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 9:51:37 GMT -8
Soraya bit her lip. It felt like agony even thinking about being separated from the egg. It was like deciding which arm had to be cut off first. She knew that in some way, Uncle Mayor was right; the egg would be in less danger if it was put in an office. But she also felt as if it was wrong to be separated from it.
"Okay," she send with stiff shoulders and took the egg from her satchel. "How does this work?" The egg was still wrapped in her spare shirt.
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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 22, 2015 10:10:33 GMT -8
Roarin places the bag on the ground and takes the egg gently from Soraya. He plunges his arms into the bag and as he does the view of the room shifts and turns. It now shows a lit fireplace and Roarin gently lays the egg down near the hearth. Roarin then picks up the bag and carefully closes it. Once closed he hands the bag to Soraya.
"Thar ye are lass you can hold on ta it should make ye feel better about tha whole thing. Jus dun open it around the others or iffin I'm not around thars a trick ta closing it."
Roarin gives her a kindly smile then says boisterously.
"AWWW RIGHT KIDS LET'S FIGURE OUT OUR NEXT STEP!"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2015 13:53:34 GMT -8
"Aye, I'm ready ta go, mon."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2015 14:49:31 GMT -8
Carmen eyes the egg with interest, wondering how much she could get for it. She's heard about an old guy in Isra who was looking for one. Said something about custard. Ah well. Walking over to Dango, she nods in agreement.
"Yeah, I'm ready too. Let's get going."
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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 23, 2015 16:12:47 GMT -8
(Re posting the description of where you are since the egg scene went on too long)
This deep in the jungle there are of course no paths leading up to the second set of falls just sheer cliff face. The cliff face near the falls is too treacherous to climb so the party is forced to make their way around through the jungle. It is just past noon when they reach the base of the second of the Silver Back falls. Unfortunately for the party the next step is not as obvious as Carmen might have hoped as there is no obvious cave or passageway behind the falls.
The second falls is the smallest of the three roughly 20 feet in height and 30 feet wide the river forms a medium sized pound of crystal clear water. Well crystal clear except for where it froths and churns where the falls strike the lagoon. And absurd amount of water is pouring over this falls in a massive torrent of pure white nearly 10 feet wide. There is a small break in the center of the falls where you can see a protruding rock. The cliff face is far easier to climb here so reaching the top of this fall will not take too long. The party will need to figure out their next course of action from here.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2015 16:22:28 GMT -8
The curvy young woman was unaware that Carmen had seen the exchange about the egg. She was more happy that Uncle Mayor let her hold the bag as well. Smiling a little at him, she tugged it over her shoulder and pushed herself up to stand, moving over to join the rest of them.
She looked at the waterfall, at its rushing water and the stone that seemed to stand out from the middle. "What's that?" she asked, and pointed to the obvious rock, the only thing to make the cascade imperfect.
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