Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 14, 2016 6:29:47 GMT -8
Roy sighed. Of course the dragon thought he was pitiful. It was almost certainly true, of course, but it still hurt to hear it from a dragon. He shrank back as Fundor leaned in, trying to avoid the massive, pointed teeth as much as he could. When Fundor revealed that he knew what Roy had done, Roy nearly fainted.
"Uh...um...I just called a friend. That's all, just a friend...I didn't call the authorities, if that's what you're asking..."
Tears started to form in his eyes as the dragon stared at him. Surely, it was about to devour him and leave nothing but his parasol behind.
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Sept 16, 2016 14:17:31 GMT -8
Fundor would narrow his eyes at Roy, the gesture very obvious given the size of the eyes themselves. Fundor would get up now, rising to his full height and towering over Roy for a moment before he began to circle around Roy.
"A friend, hmm? Did you call them to come save you? Well, that would anger me if you did that. I think it would be unwise to anger me right now."
Fundor would notice Roy was crying, he didn't even know vampires could cry. This made him growl and he lowered his head once again right behind Roy, towering fangs just inches away from Roy as the dragon spoke again "I don't care very much for criers, they annoy me. I always eat them sooner rather than later to shut them up," Fundor would indicate towards a nearby human skeleton in front of Roy with a puff of smoke from one his nostrils, it seemed to be charred black.
"That one was a crier, I wasn't hungry though so I burnt that one," he said, almost casually, flicking Roy lightly with one of his claws towards the charred skeleton.
He would watch for a bit to see Roy's reaction before talking again, "So you said you were a runescribe? If so perhaps you would have some use to me beyond being a momentary distraction."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 16, 2016 14:28:02 GMT -8
Roy shrank back against the cave wall, trying to lean away as much as he could. When the dragon mentioned burning criers, he quickly wiped his eyes and did his best to stop. He didn't want to be burned! Wasn't that a way to kill vampires? Burning them alive? He was pretty sure about that, and he didn't want to find out for sure.
"I-I-I just called for...um..."
He trailed off, lost for words. This was it, the dragon would eat him. He was going to be devoured in a cave just because he went looking for frost cherries. When the dragon mentioned his runescribing, he looked up, trying his hardest not to cry.
"Y-yes...I can write runes..."
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Sept 19, 2016 15:01:20 GMT -8
"ROYAL FLETCHER THE THIRTIETH. YOU WILL STAND UP TO THAT DRAGON RIGHT NOW!"
Steam emanated from the human form of Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden, as she strode into the cave housing Fundor, Eater of Mutton or whatever stupid title this particular dragon happened to hold. They always managed to pick the dumbest places to set up a hideout. Wildly inconvenient for any sort of get-together, or getting mail. Stupid. Hand at her hip and spear in her hand, tattoos gleaming in the red light of the volcanic cavern as they glowed a ferocious orange color, matched only by the fury in her eyes.
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Sept 24, 2016 16:23:02 GMT -8
Fundor would turn his head as Neva rounded the corner, his blood red gaze falling upon her the moment she entered. Neva'a appearance did not startle Fundor in the least. Roy did call someone for help after all.
The ancient dragon could sense something familiar with this particular individual that came to Roy's rescue though.
"Ah, a warden is it? A warden came all the way to my mountain to save this?"
Fundor would look disdainfully at Roy.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 24, 2016 18:24:09 GMT -8
Roy brightened considerably when he saw Neva. She'd really showed up to save him! She was really here! Maybe he wouldn't be eaten today! He shuffle to his feet, steadying himself against the wall of the cave.
"Neva! You came! You actually came to help m-"
He cut himself off, remembering the giant red dragon that was currently giving him a judgemental glare. Hopefully it wouldn't come down to a fight...he didn't want Neva to get hurt because of him. She was a nice dragon, after all.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Sept 24, 2016 19:10:09 GMT -8
"I came all the way up your sad, dry excuse for a mountain to see why my friend called for me. Perhaps if you attempted to be nice to people, rather than be so hostile."
She pursed her lips for a moment, fixing the ancient red dragon with the kind of glare that frightened sea monsters, and continued to speak.
"Perhaps if you spent more time trying to help people...gah! Its dragons like you that give the rest of us bad names! You think that just because you're some big bad dragon with an inferiority complex that you can just do what you want, take what you want, amd just be a general asshole without worrying about the consequences. Well guess what! There. Are. Consequences."
With each of the last words she spoke, she tapped the bottom of her spear on the ground, each tap coinciding with her tattoos flashing a dangerous, angry magenta color.
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Sept 24, 2016 19:24:25 GMT -8
Fundor would stare at Neva as she went off on her tirade, his reptilian eyes narrowed slightly. Perhaps many years ago, when he was still young those words might have been enough to get a rise out of him, but not now.
He took the words at face value, grasps in the dark trying to strike a cord within him. There was a reason why he acted as he did, but it so far away from the assumptions this warden tried to make.
"I may be a big evil dragon, but I am not stupid, warden. If you want to take back your vampire then take him, I will not stop you."
Fundor knew the power of the wardens, and even against one as inexperienced as this one seemed to be, he did not like his chances.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 25, 2016 19:18:30 GMT -8
Roy glanced from dragon to dragon, worried. It seemed as though the red dragon would let him go...but it might attack them as they left. Roy shivered, and ran to Neva, trying not to trip over the bones and the gold strewn about on the floor. Once he reached her, he stepped behind her back, looking nervously from her to the red dragon.
"Thank you so much for coming to help me, Neva...we should leave. Before something bad happens. There's no need for a fight..."
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Sept 26, 2016 12:58:06 GMT -8
Too easy. Neva thought to herself. Any dragon fitting the description she had given would have tried to fry her, but not this one. Strange.
"Roy, what are you doing here in the first place? Why the hell would you come in here? Even I would not try to come in here, but you called me."
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Fundor Eater of Sheep
Committed
Mutton... human, what's the difference?
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 2000 years
Physical Description: Dragon: A truly massive ancient red wyrm, Fundor's scales have darkened with age to take on a blood red hue. Atop his head he has two massive black horns, which are swept back towards his neck, along with many more black horns all along his spine and covering his back. These spikes are not only intimidating but they serve as protection for the back of his neck.
Length: 375 ft (114.3m)
Wingspan: 937 ft (286m)
Height: 83 ft (25m)
Mortal Forms: lol
Clothes and Equipment: Dragon: Don't need any equipment.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:29:55 GMT -8
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Post by Fundor Eater of Sheep on Sept 26, 2016 20:11:51 GMT -8
Fundor was just about ready to go curl up once again in some deep dark part of his lair to wait for the next interesting thing to happen near his lair when he heard Roy speak again, one word in particular causing the red dragon to turn around and look intently in their direction. Neva was not a name he had heard in many years, but could it be who he thought it was.
Upon closer inspection of Neva though, his suspicions were confirmed. Fundor would barely be able to conceal his reaction to this... but he would manage. He was happy to see his daughter again after so long and glad to see how much she had grown. For this first time in over a thousand years Fundor felt a slight pang of shame for who he was, and the pain he had inflicted on others over the years. Seeing Neva again brought back memories of her mother. She had seen the good in the red dragon where no one else could, and was able to bring out the good within him too. Of course that all fell apart when she died.
Neva didn't seem to recognize him right at that moment though, so he wouldn't say anything. Fundor felt that Neva would be disappointed to find out he had turned into something she hated once again, a big bad evil dragon.
Fundor growled, "Well? You got what you wanted, just leave."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Sept 27, 2016 9:03:23 GMT -8
Roy held up the crumpled map for Neva to see, sighing apologetically. It suddenly seemed very crude, almost as though a child had drawn it. Perhaps a child had drawn it, it wasn't as though his uncle had told him where it had come from.
"My Uncle Renalt told me to come up here...You remember Uncle Renalt, don't you? He said that there were Frost Cherries here, and he wanted me to bring him some. I don't think there are any up here, though. This map he gave me is very old, and I don't think it's useful any more."
He glanced nervously at the red dragon, hoping that it wouldn't torch them both. He didn't want to be roasted today.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Sept 28, 2016 15:55:53 GMT -8
"Perhaps he did not realize there was a fire-breathing dragon up here."
She put one arm around Roy's shoulders, a confused look on her face. For a moment, it had appeared as if a flicker of recognition had crossed the other dragon's face. She shook her head, long hair flowing around her shoulders as she did. How could that dragon possibly recognize her? He couldn't, probably just some crazy look from spending so much time alone in a cave.
"We should probably leave, I would like to see him try and change his mind about eating you. And next time, think before entering what is obviously a dragon's lair."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 5, 2016 8:55:55 GMT -8
"Hey! I didn't go in, he nabbed me and carried me inside! I was just on the mountain looking for frost cherries!"
Roy followed Neva out, relieved to be leaving uneaten. He'd thought that he was going to be devoured in there, or just burned alive. He was lucky that Neva had come to get him, or else he might not have walked out at all.
"Thank you so much for coming to get me, though. I thought he was going to eat me...I'll have to tell Uncle Renalt that there's dragons and no cherries up here. I hope he doesn't come up looking for trouble, though. He used to be a dragonslayer, you know. Did I tell you that?"
He pulled out a bar of chocolate and crunched it nervously to try and calm himself down. After a moment, he fished out a second bar and offered it to Neva.
"Want some chocolate, Neva? I know you like it."
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Oct 5, 2016 13:15:49 GMT -8
"Don't tell him about the dragon, Roy, it could just cause problems."
She took the offered chocolate and ate it slowly, the sweetness was something she was still not used to.
"Why were you looking for frost cherries?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 5, 2016 14:46:28 GMT -8
Roy nodded. Neva was right, Uncle Renalt might try to do something silly like come up the mountain to try and punch the dragon to death. Roy didn't want his uncle to be eaten.
"My uncle Renalt wanted to use them as ingredients for his candy. I guess he'll have to find them somewhere else, though. The red dragon said he burned all the trees, so there aren't any left."
He shivered at the thought of the dragon torching the mountainside until nothing flammable was left.
"I was just walking around and looking for frost cherries, and he came out of nowhere and nabbed me. It was scary..."
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Oct 6, 2016 6:51:18 GMT -8
"Poor thing."
She gave Roy a big hug, and took the opportunity to liberate more chocolate from his pockets. She had earned it.
"Where else can you get frost cherries?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 6, 2016 11:19:20 GMT -8
Roy squeezed Neva, not even noticing as she lifted some chocolate from his pockets. He had lots, after all. Hugging her was comforting, and almost helped him forget about the near-death experience he'd just gone through.
"Hmm...I'm not sure where else frost cherries can be found. You can buy them in specialty potion ingredient stores, but they're always dried. Uncle Renalt wanted them fresh. Maybe they grow them in Land-Tiller's...I don't know. It has to be a cold climate, I guess."
Roy shrugged. He was a runescribe, not a botanist.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Oct 6, 2016 16:30:20 GMT -8
"The Winterlands has a cold climate Roy. It's literally in the name."
She took a large bite of the chocolate and was pleasantly surprised to find some peanut butter inside. She liked peanut butter almost as much as she did chocolate.
"Why don't you head there?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 6, 2016 16:37:11 GMT -8
Roy nodded. Neva was smart, she knew how things worked. The Winterlands certainly sounded reasonable enough. Perhaps Frost Cherries were native to the area.
"Yes, that sounds like a good idea. I think I'll head there to find the cherries. Um...are there any dragons over there? I don't want to get nabbed and nearly eaten again..."
He shuddered at the thought. Being eaten by dragons was not one of his favorite pastimes.
"So, um...which way are the winterlands?"
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