Malcolm Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34 
Age: Old
Physical Description: Malcolm Fletcher is an aging human. Father of Reynad, Robert and Ruby Fletcher, Malcolm was an admiral in the Medanese Navy, before retiring to live a relaxed life with his children and wife. Tall and strong, Malcolm remains skilled with his blade, even into his old age.
Player's online availability : Several times a day
Registered: Dec 4, 2015 14:48:19 GMT -8
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Post by Malcolm Fletcher on Dec 18, 2015 4:18:42 GMT -8
"Sir, my name is ex-Admiral Malcolm Fletcher of the Royal Medanese Fleet. I'm joined by Silva Camomile, the Exterminator. He had reports that a parasitic infection had been carried by a ship - doing my civic duty, I helped him and we discovered that a Katashimian ship had been decimated by the infection. We also found a drunkard on the harbourside who had been killed in much the same way. I destroyed what remained of his head to ensure the parasite, if it was still there, did not escape. We have reason to believe, thus,that the cause of this infection will most likely attempt to spread it throughout the city, and would appreciate it if you could attempt to lockdown the city and investigate, else the death tolls would be considerable." Malcolm explained quickly in Gaulish, a language he learnt to speak from a man in one of his crews, hoping the guard captain could sympathise with another man in uniform.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2015 14:02:53 GMT -8
"Hmm..."
The guard looks at the exterminator, then at the admiral. The admiral looks trustworthy. He has that kind of beard.
"I...I suppose we could help. It would be our duty, after all, to protect the people of Gauldin. But we simply cannot lock down Bayonne. It can't be done. We have too many merchants, too many sailors, whose sole source of income is coming and going. We would have a revolt."
He shakes his head.
"I'm sorry, but quarantine is out of the question."
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Silva The Skeptic
Established
Smoke and Mirrors!
Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: Silva is an exterminator, who travels the land to dispose of insects and other parasites of varying size. A firm believer of the empirical method, he does not believe in magic or magical creatures, and aims to explain such phenomena as window dressing.
His hair is gold-brown and tattered, surrounding his face: a shapely nose and hazy green eyes. Physically he's extremely able, but wears clothes to conceal his true capabilities.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a leather jacket over a full-body armour, fitted to allow movement at the expense of protection. His weapon of choice is the crossbow, which he carries in double. The ones he currently own are named "Good Manners" and "Customs"
Registered: Nov 29, 2015 6:57:36 GMT -8
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Post by Silva The Skeptic on Dec 22, 2015 10:36:19 GMT -8
Silva clenches his fist and punches a wall out of frustration. His eyes glint with pain and anger. "Blast it! That's the last straw! The last time I'll trust the government to do anything right!" Silva spits at the feet of the guardsman. "If you cared even a little for the safety of your people, you'd do exactly as I'd say. Hmph. Never mind. I'll deal with it myself."
Silva storms off, puffing with anger. He motions Malcom to follow. "I'm going to the capital. If I'm correct, the hive mind will go there next. It's a shot in the dark, but It's good enough for now. I'm not asking you to follow, but at least, take your family and stay out of the city for a few months." Silva takes out a purse from within it's jacket. "Is Isranian currency good here? I'm gonna have to make a few acquisitions, and I haven't had the time to change..."
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152 
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Dec 23, 2015 16:13:59 GMT -8
A large ship with the hammer sigil painted in black upon the sail cruises into the port, the Dwarven captain calling to his men to tie the ship up and prepare for landing.
The crew works efficiently, and after a few moments the landing ramp descends and a woman with silky snow white shoulder length hair walks down onto the harbour, her heavy green plate armour clattering slightly as she takes stock of her surroundings, her expression as neutral as always. This and a scar trailing down her face put a damper on her obvious attractiveness, and her icy eyes stare out coldly aT passersby, a bit unnerving to most. Nevertheless, a woman warrior clad in such resplendent armour garners a few looks. She sticks out like a sore thumb among the dockworkers, and even among her fellow sellswords.
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Malcolm Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: Old
Physical Description: Malcolm Fletcher is an aging human. Father of Reynad, Robert and Ruby Fletcher, Malcolm was an admiral in the Medanese Navy, before retiring to live a relaxed life with his children and wife. Tall and strong, Malcolm remains skilled with his blade, even into his old age.
Player's online availability : Several times a day
Registered: Dec 4, 2015 14:48:19 GMT -8
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Post by Malcolm Fletcher on Dec 23, 2015 16:14:51 GMT -8
"Silva!" Malcolm barked. The man's actions were going to get them arrested, and that would help nobody. "Don't be a damned fool! They're our only chance to actually get the source! But they can't lock down the city - it simply isn't possible. Tell them what you need them to do that they reasonably can!" He made no move to follow the exterminator.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 25, 2015 17:38:42 GMT -8
Lord Requin happens to be wandering the docks as the order of the hammer arrives. He watches the mercenaries with mild interest...until he sees the white-haired woman. What's somebody like her doing with mercenaries, he thinks. Adjusting his coat, he walks up to her, grinning broadly.
"Hello, and welcome to Bayonne. I'm the governor, Lord Vin Requin. What brings you here?"
The shinyness of his teeth makes his smile practically binding.
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Dec 25, 2015 17:59:09 GMT -8
The armoured woman turns about as she hears the nobleman approach, eyeing him up and down until he stands right before her. Her brow twitches up ever so slightly and her gaze moves to his face, studying his features. She waits for him to speak before doing so herself.
"I am Raena Fletcher. Knight-errant Valkyrie with the Order of the Hammer," responds Raena flatly, extending an arm. Her piercing icy blue eyes stare into his, devoid of emotion or reaction, and her expression only twitches up into a nearly flat, toothless smile, despite the man's charming greeting. Even Raena has to admit somewhere deep within that this man is quite attractive, however.
"I am here to reinforce what little presence we have here. It is a pleasure to meet you."
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 25, 2015 18:07:09 GMT -8
Requin takes her hand, shaking it and holding it for just a fraction of a second longer than necessary.
"Nice to meet you too, Ms Fletcher. I'm sure we'll be able to come to an agreement about the order's rates, as I would love to have you here. I mean the order, of course. Although you, personally, are most certainly welcome here."
He grins shinily again.
"So, what made you decide to come here of all choices? I'm sure you won't regret your decision."
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Dec 25, 2015 18:12:00 GMT -8
"Orders," responds Raena, simply. The truth is she requested the transfer, but the reason why is ridiculous to her, and she does not wish to reveal it. "You say you wish to discuss the Order's rates. Is there somewhere we may negotiate that is not standing upon a pier?" asks Raena, tilting her head slightly.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 25, 2015 18:52:36 GMT -8
Requin rubs his hands together.
"Yes, that's a good idea. Come to my office, and we can...discuss things there."
He turns on his heel and heads off, beckoning for Raena to follow.
"So, tell me a little bit about yourself, Raena. Where are you from?"
As he walks towards his office, he strolls past a guard station, where a particular white-haired man seems to be arguing with the guards.
"Excuse me a moment, Ms. Fletcher...what seems to be the problem, sir?"
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Malcolm Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: Old
Physical Description: Malcolm Fletcher is an aging human. Father of Reynad, Robert and Ruby Fletcher, Malcolm was an admiral in the Medanese Navy, before retiring to live a relaxed life with his children and wife. Tall and strong, Malcolm remains skilled with his blade, even into his old age.
Player's online availability : Several times a day
Registered: Dec 4, 2015 14:48:19 GMT -8
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Post by Malcolm Fletcher on Dec 25, 2015 19:17:14 GMT -8
Malcolm, mishearing 'Ms. Fletcher' as 'Mr. Fletcher' whirls around.
"Lord Requin. Your city is under attack by a parasitic mon- Raena."
It took Malcolm a moment to recognise the girl who stood before him, now grown into a woman. But when he did, his anger froze.
"Raena Fletcher. How dare you show your face around me, or any Fletcher!" He now realised Vin had said 'Ms.', and not 'Mr.' Clasped the hilt of his sword, his hand was shaking. His skills were still good, but nothing like the girl's, he imagined. She had been training all her life, or so he believed. "You still have not repented, or apologised."
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Silva The Skeptic
Established
Smoke and Mirrors!
Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: Silva is an exterminator, who travels the land to dispose of insects and other parasites of varying size. A firm believer of the empirical method, he does not believe in magic or magical creatures, and aims to explain such phenomena as window dressing.
His hair is gold-brown and tattered, surrounding his face: a shapely nose and hazy green eyes. Physically he's extremely able, but wears clothes to conceal his true capabilities.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a leather jacket over a full-body armour, fitted to allow movement at the expense of protection. His weapon of choice is the crossbow, which he carries in double. The ones he currently own are named "Good Manners" and "Customs"
Registered: Nov 29, 2015 6:57:36 GMT -8
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Post by Silva The Skeptic on Dec 25, 2015 19:36:56 GMT -8
Silva stepped in the middle of what was certainly be a display of bad blood. “Hey! No time for family matters, we have a crisis at hand! Gods… I don’t know what’s going on in your family, and I don’t want to!” Silva’s eye’s catch the well-dressed man and he approaches, leaving the relatives to their bickering.
"I take you are someone of influence around here? My name is Silva Camomile, and you have a nation-scale problem at your hands. The Katashimian ship at the port? Full of dead bodies. And that’s barely the beginning. Me and Malcom, the gentleman here, have come in to a conclusion that it might be a hive mind with parasitic capabilities. It needs to be stopped before it is too late.”
Silva spat a slimy goop at the ground. “The guards refused to lock the city… Which compromises not only the mainland but every nation where these ships sail to. Sir, if you have any concern for your country, then please, help me find the hive mind." Silva lowers his voice to a whisper, "And help me talk some sense into these two numbnuts. They're making a scene."
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Dec 26, 2015 22:27:39 GMT -8
"Malcolm. It is good to see you once again," responds Raena, neutrally. One might be able to sense just the slightest bit of tenseness in her stance, but otherwise she appears completely unemotional and non-reactive. "I have no desire to apologise or repent; to do so is meaningless. The past happened, and words, whether sincere or empty, will not change that. I have accepted this, and my exile from the family," she finishes, before turning to Requin again.
"Lord Requin, it seems as if you already have a task that I could help with. I am not an investigator, but I would be happy to provide security to those who take part in the investigation, and hunt down whoever commited this crime if necessary. I look forward to working with you," she says, her lips turning up into the slightest of smiles.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 26, 2015 22:49:50 GMT -8
Requires nods, ignoring the family issues going on.
"Hmm...an infestation, you say. That does sound very serious indeed."
He scratches his chin thoughtfully for a moment.
"Alright, we'll have to talk about this further. Mr. Chamomile, Ms. Fletcher. You two come with me to my office. We'll discuss things there. Mr. Fletcher, you may go. Please do not follow or go looking for Ms Fletcher against her wishes. I don't know what's going on between the two of you, and it's none of my business. But I won't have stalking or fighting in he streets. If I see any sign of that, I'll lock you up. Sir."
With that, he continues on his way to his office, hopefully with Silva and Raena in tow.
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Silva The Skeptic
Established
Smoke and Mirrors!
Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: Silva is an exterminator, who travels the land to dispose of insects and other parasites of varying size. A firm believer of the empirical method, he does not believe in magic or magical creatures, and aims to explain such phenomena as window dressing.
His hair is gold-brown and tattered, surrounding his face: a shapely nose and hazy green eyes. Physically he's extremely able, but wears clothes to conceal his true capabilities.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a leather jacket over a full-body armour, fitted to allow movement at the expense of protection. His weapon of choice is the crossbow, which he carries in double. The ones he currently own are named "Good Manners" and "Customs"
Registered: Nov 29, 2015 6:57:36 GMT -8
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Post by Silva The Skeptic on Dec 27, 2015 15:39:46 GMT -8
Silva nods, posing a victorious grin. Progress. Finally. He tips his hat to Malcom in farewell and follows Requin, making idle chat with Raena on the way. "Is he your kin? I hope them parlour tricks don't run in the family."
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Malcolm Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: Old
Physical Description: Malcolm Fletcher is an aging human. Father of Reynad, Robert and Ruby Fletcher, Malcolm was an admiral in the Medanese Navy, before retiring to live a relaxed life with his children and wife. Tall and strong, Malcolm remains skilled with his blade, even into his old age.
Player's online availability : Several times a day
Registered: Dec 4, 2015 14:48:19 GMT -8
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Post by Malcolm Fletcher on Dec 27, 2015 16:43:40 GMT -8
Requires nods, ignoring the family issues going on. "Hmm...an infestation, you say. That does sound very serious indeed." He scratches his chin thoughtfully for a moment. "Alright, we'll have to talk about this further. Mr. Chamomile, Ms. Fletcher. You two come with me to my office. We'll discuss things there. Mr. Fletcher, you may go. Please do not follow or go looking for Ms Fletcher against her wishes. I don't know what's going on between the two of you, and it's none of my business. But I won't have stalking or fighting in he streets. If I see any sign of that, I'll lock you up. Sir." With that, he continues on his way to his office, hopefully with Silva and Raena in tow. "Lord Requin, you're making a mistake." Malcolm spoke, before Requin could take a step away. "I find it exceptionally unusual one of your intelligence would take a traitorous sellsword over an awarded ex-military leader with tactical experience. I also find it unusual you do not consider a conflict, rather just send away the representative of the victim. That seems highly inappropriate, and an abuse of power." Malcolm strode off past them, towards the direction of the Lord's office, where he was no doubt going to make a complaint to the representative there. |
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Reonway Maddocks
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Late Twenties
Physical Description: Standing at 5'10" with a strong and athletic frame, Reonway strikes the appearance of a man well used to the rigors of the sea. He has a copse of salty blonde hair and eyes as blue as the ocean. His skin has a darkened appearance from many years spent laboring aboard of sea faring vessels. He has fairly handsome features, notably a sly smile that suggests a degree of trouble.
Clothes and Equipment: Reonway favors simpler garb to include linens, leathers and heavy cottons that can hold up the the harsh realities of the sea. His typical sea faring attire includes a wide brimmed hat, a heavy frock coat over a loose linen shirt, a belt to carry his effects, buckskin breeches and high leather boots. Otherwise he dresses as the situation demands.
Registered: Dec 29, 2015 21:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Reonway Maddocks on Dec 30, 2015 20:01:47 GMT -8
Taken captive by Captain Sterling Navire and his crew, Reonway and his crew arrive in shackles at the harbor. Reonway remains silent as he ponders how he can escape his fate.
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Post by Captain Sterling Navire on Dec 30, 2015 22:57:45 GMT -8
Navire leads the pirates to the guard station.
"Here you go, lads. I caught you some smugglers. Have fun."
As he walks out, he sees a wanted poster with "Edward Flint's" face on it. Only it's not under Edward Flint's name. It's under the name of Reonway Maddocks.
"Of course! That's who he was! I remember now!"
He runs back inside.
"Hey! Reonway Maddocks!"
Grabbing Reonway and giving the guards a quick apology, he pulls him aside.
"I just need to know...is it true that you made the Lessek run in less than 12 days? How is that possible?"
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Reonway Maddocks
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Late Twenties
Physical Description: Standing at 5'10" with a strong and athletic frame, Reonway strikes the appearance of a man well used to the rigors of the sea. He has a copse of salty blonde hair and eyes as blue as the ocean. His skin has a darkened appearance from many years spent laboring aboard of sea faring vessels. He has fairly handsome features, notably a sly smile that suggests a degree of trouble.
Clothes and Equipment: Reonway favors simpler garb to include linens, leathers and heavy cottons that can hold up the the harsh realities of the sea. His typical sea faring attire includes a wide brimmed hat, a heavy frock coat over a loose linen shirt, a belt to carry his effects, buckskin breeches and high leather boots. Otherwise he dresses as the situation demands.
Registered: Dec 29, 2015 21:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Reonway Maddocks on Dec 30, 2015 23:14:37 GMT -8
The fugitive captain's shackles rattled when Sterling pulled him aside. He wasn't surprised the man had figured out his name - the city had a fair number of wanted posters with his face on it. "Ten," was Reonways reply to Captain Navire, correcting him.
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Post by Captain Sterling Navire on Dec 30, 2015 23:23:18 GMT -8
Navies thinks hard. The Lessek run, and in ten days too...amazing. It's a very difficult route, and would take a skilled sailor at least three weeks. But this...this pirate seemed to manage it in ten? Navire leans in closer, staring Reonway in the eye.
"Listen here, boy, and listen up good. If what you say is true, then you're the best sailor to set foot in Gauldin in the past forty years. It would be a shame to let you rot away in a cell. So I'm giving you a chance. Only one chance, mind. If you blow it, you're going right back into the cell. So...how would you like to work for the navy?"
He grins, rattling the chains slightly to remind Reonway that he's still a prisoner.
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