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 31, 2015 0:56:21 GMT -8
"I think what you really mean to ask me," Reonway began slowly, his eyes lifted up to the Captain who began to rattle his chains as a firm reminder of his current fate, "Is if I want to avoid the gallows. If I want to avoid a cold cell. If that's the question... Then yes." He paused and the sailor, not quite a youth as he was approaching his middling years, gave Sterling a stern gaze.
"But."
He raised a brow.
"What's in it for my crew and I? You should know full well now I'm a smuggler, a pirate, a wanted man, Captain. Beyond freedom of course."
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Post by Captain Sterling Navire on Dec 31, 2015 10:49:59 GMT -8
"What's in it? Besides not being hanged as a pirate? I dunno, that seems pretty good on its own."
Navire chuckles.
"But, of course, you'd be a member of the navy. You'll receive full salary and benefits. We offer both medical and dental, and a rather generous pension. You'll be able to captain your old ship, fitted out with Gauldin Navy colors. Of course, you'd be watched heavily for obvious reasons, but we won't sink you if you don't give us a reason."
Scratching his chin, he concludes:
"Seems like a good deal to me."
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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 31, 2015 21:19:59 GMT -8
"You had me at dental," Reonway joked. "But what about life insurance and a 401K?"
With a shake of the head the salty sailor licked his lips and gave Sterling a hard look. Well, being one step away from the gallows put him in a position where he really couldn't refuse. A stipend, a pension, and his own ship appealed to him a great deal. After a time he asked, "I might be inclined to get a new ship commissioned at some point... The ol' vessel you caught me in was stolen, as it were... Not quite a proper ship for serving in the Navy with."
He shrugged and lifted up his hands. The shackles rattled around his wrists.
"I'll take it. Set me free and all of my men, and we can get down to brass tacks."
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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 Jan 1, 2016 20:23:21 GMT -8
"Lead on, Lord Requin," offers Raena coolly, ignoring Malcolm's protests. She follows behind him to wherever he might take her. In response to the question, Raena looks over at the other woman with a curious troubled look, a display of emotion that her features generally do not take on. "By blood, yes, he is kin, although by any other measure he has made it entirely clear that we are not," responds Raena, with a slow nod. |
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Post by Captain Sterling Navire on Jan 1, 2016 20:44:50 GMT -8
"You had me at dental," Reonway joked. "But what about life insurance and a 401K?" With a shake of the head the salty sailor licked his lips and gave Sterling a hard look. Well, being one step away from the gallows put him in a position where he really couldn't refuse. A stipend, a pension, and his own ship appealed to him a great deal. After a time he asked, "I might be inclined to get a new ship commissioned at some point... The ol' vessel you caught me in was stolen, as it were... Not quite a proper ship for serving in the Navy with." He shrugged and lifted up his hands. The shackles rattled around his wrists. "I'll take it. Set me free and all of my men, and we can get down to brass tacks." "Not so fast, my good man. I got some paperwork to do to get you and your folks out. Also, you'll have to go through some training. And of course, you'll have to be watched. You'll have your own ship, but it'll be with two others at all times. For a little while at least. I hope that's not an issue." Navire walks inside to fill out a bunch of complicated forms. |
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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 Jan 3, 2016 9:44:48 GMT -8
With an inclination of his head Reonway leaned back, sighed and rattled the shackles around his wrist. "Well, its not like I'm going anywhere," the pirate murmured as he settled in for the wait. With nowhere to go and nothing to do until he was granted his freedom he resolved to find a measure of patience. Soon enough he'd have a crew and a ship.
Soon.
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Phoenix Imperium
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Dec 5, 2015 20:13:23 GMT -8
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Post by Phoenix Imperium on Jan 13, 2016 20:01:34 GMT -8
It was only time before Phoenix Imperium made their presence. They sought new trade and alliances. They knew the others were either here or on their way, but Phoenix Imperium knew there was only two nations capable of reaching this new land within the recent exposure of it into the Overworld. Opportunity was knocking and Phoenix Imperium would let it in. The flag structure was unique. Below the large blue flag was a series of other flags. The Phoenix State, Atlanticus, Land Tiller's State, and Asgeir. A marvelous site to be seen, as most ships only flew one ship. Three large ships crafted for kings came into Bayonne. Their ships flew the blue beauty known as Phoenix Imperium flag. The ships seemed to match the flag, carrying the same majestic and powerful presence. Each ship carrying a total of 88 ballista(44 on each side), some enchanted, some not. Their lives were valuable and pirates were everywhere. Not only that, but they liked to flaunt their capabilities.  (Use your imagination. It's a white ship with blue trimmings with a big Phoenix Imperium flag and the other current nations involved.) Read more: thefantasysandbox.boards.net/thread/969/post-first-eastern-naval-checkpoint?page=3#ixzz3xBimFPYY |
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Tinker Fizzbit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 52
Physical Description: Tinker Fizzbit would seem to be a perfectly normal woman in her twenties, with a long, silky brown ponytail and bangs framing her face. That is, she would, were she not approximately three feet tall with slightly pointed ears, and a knack for saying apparently anything that pops into her brain. This pegs her as one of the quirkiest of races: a gnome.
Her voice is high-pitched, yet erudite, speaking to a hidden intelligence beneath all the apparent craziness. She has a pleasant figure and a strong face, with thick eyebrows and a seemingly constant smattering of soot or other assorted explosion biproducts. Despite this, she is miraculously unscarred, somehow escaping all of her failed experiments with nothing but singed eyebrows and a fresh film of soot.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Tinker generally wears a practical ensemble of baggy clothing made of durable and fireproofed cloth, covered by a protective leather vest with many inner pockets and a pair of knee-length leather boots. About her hip she wears an engineer's toolbelt, with a quiver and various tinkering tools on her left side, and a myriad of multicoloured flasks of various elixirs on her right, most of them highly volatile. When she's experimenting, she wears a set of specialised goggles. They tend to stay atop her forehead when she isn't.
Her weapon of choice is a heavily customised repeating crossbow with various modifications. The crossbow is fed by a circular drum of bolts above a mechanism which automatically launches a bolt and primes another with every pull of the trigger. It also has a very well-calibrated sight, and two valves that spray the bolts with various concoctions with the press of a button. All in all, it is a very advanced weapon.
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 1:50:52 GMT -8
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Post by Tinker Fizzbit on Feb 17, 2016 14:13:40 GMT -8
A thin trail of smoke follows a catamaran that drifts into harbor, its jib still burning from an accident at the checkpoint. A gnome sits upon the catamaran's trampoline, her face covered in soot as she guides the boat into port.
She pulls herself onto the deck, pulling her repeating crossbow up behind her. She adjusts the goggles on her forehead and smiles at a nearby dockhand.
"Hi! Repair that for me, would ya?" she asks him, then pats his knee as she passes before waiting for him to answer, "Good man!" She makes her way into the harbour proper, looking about with interest. Gauldin, so she had heard, was the magical technology capital of the world...besides her home town of Zfasbar, of course, the underground Gnomish city of technology, alchemy, and science. Now THAT was a city.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Feb 17, 2016 20:43:31 GMT -8
Renaux, tiny cakes in hand heads down to the harbor. Antain walks by his side, trying to look serious as his liege eats miniature pastries. In the air above, a squad of Pegasus knights circle. Once at the dock, he picks out a spot and leans against a post.
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 17, 2016 20:47:36 GMT -8
A wagon loaded down with hay trundled into the harbor, its wheels making a right racket. After going over a particularly sizable bump that jostled its contents, sending hay floating down to the streets, and causing something within the pile to stir with a groan. At least, until one of the men riding on the back stuck his foot beneath the 'something' and gave it a solid push. "Woah-whut-WHAAGH!" A feminine voice cried out as the 'thing' went tumbling out of the hay, to land on the earth with a thump and roll a few times. Upon sitting up, the hay fell away, resembling an annoyed-looking girl with jade green eyes, long brown hair bound in a braid, and.. a pair of actively swiveling cat ears atop her head.
Gaping at the wagon, which kept rolling right along, Feru raised a gauntlet-clad fist and shook it vigorously at the now-laughing men. "OI! Ya JERKS! Ya could at least gimme my damn sword!" After rooting around for a second, two of the men tossed her sword out of the wagon as well. It landed with a clang, and she was quick to grab it and examine it for damage. As she straightened, she draped the blade across her lap, and made a very rude gesture toward the departing men with one hand. Then she stuck her tongue out at them. "Buncha jackasses." Her already-fluffy tail fluffed up further as she uttered a low, angry feline growl.
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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 Feb 17, 2016 21:09:54 GMT -8
Requin swaggers down the harbor like he owns the place. He does, of course. That's what being the lord means, after all. He takes the time to smile at any pretty woman on the docks, whether they're alone or with someone. After all, why not? It's not like their husbands can try to deck him. If they do, instant imprisonment. For life. He strolls along, and spots the king eating cakes. What the hell is that useless sack doing down here? Altering his path, he walks up through and alley, reemerging on the harbor quite a ways from where the king enjoys his baked goods. Eventually, he stumbles upon a small woman carrying a vast number of explosive-looking bottles.
"Please be careful with those, miss. We don't want to have a smoking crater where the dock is."
He also spots a young woman with cat's ears. How unusual. He makes a mental note to personally greet her and welcome her to the city.
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Tinker Fizzbit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 52
Physical Description: Tinker Fizzbit would seem to be a perfectly normal woman in her twenties, with a long, silky brown ponytail and bangs framing her face. That is, she would, were she not approximately three feet tall with slightly pointed ears, and a knack for saying apparently anything that pops into her brain. This pegs her as one of the quirkiest of races: a gnome.
Her voice is high-pitched, yet erudite, speaking to a hidden intelligence beneath all the apparent craziness. She has a pleasant figure and a strong face, with thick eyebrows and a seemingly constant smattering of soot or other assorted explosion biproducts. Despite this, she is miraculously unscarred, somehow escaping all of her failed experiments with nothing but singed eyebrows and a fresh film of soot.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Tinker generally wears a practical ensemble of baggy clothing made of durable and fireproofed cloth, covered by a protective leather vest with many inner pockets and a pair of knee-length leather boots. About her hip she wears an engineer's toolbelt, with a quiver and various tinkering tools on her left side, and a myriad of multicoloured flasks of various elixirs on her right, most of them highly volatile. When she's experimenting, she wears a set of specialised goggles. They tend to stay atop her forehead when she isn't.
Her weapon of choice is a heavily customised repeating crossbow with various modifications. The crossbow is fed by a circular drum of bolts above a mechanism which automatically launches a bolt and primes another with every pull of the trigger. It also has a very well-calibrated sight, and two valves that spray the bolts with various concoctions with the press of a button. All in all, it is a very advanced weapon.
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 1:50:52 GMT -8
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Post by Tinker Fizzbit on Feb 17, 2016 21:25:46 GMT -8
Tinker snorts at Requin's warning. "You should tell your guards that instead! Say, speaking of which, you look like a government man. This town owes me...something! I don't really use money for much, but...one of your guards is responsible for damaging my ship with his careless handling of my goods!" says the gnome, crossing her arms. She's not very good at complaining about things, but she hopes she gets her point across.
She's distracted by the distraught cries of the catgirl, however, and turns about. Reacting nearly instantaneously, she tosses an elixir in their direction, releasing a cloud of absolutely horrid-smelling fumes that will very likely cause confusion and distraction among the perpetrators, as well as cause intense burning of the eyes.
Meanwhile, the gnome raises her repeating crossbow, an almost comically large wooden sight springing up at the press of a button. She takes aim and fires, two bolts slicing their swords and coin purses from their hips. The Gnome runs over and collects them whilst simultaneously holding her breath, trotting over to toss the valuables in the bay.
"Hah! I'm not even sure what just happened, but that was fun!" she exclaims, once the spectacle is over and the disgusting smog clears. The men quickly notice their missing goods, and scramble to find their blades and gold, which are now probably now prettying up the ocean floor. She scurries over to where the catgirl lies, quick as her little legs can carry her.
"Did you see that?" she asks, proudly, "I love me some carmack justice!"
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Feb 17, 2016 21:39:24 GMT -8
The cloud of stench dissipates quickly, blown away on a strong breeze, as the king approaches the small group. He is still munching on a cake, eyeing the cat girl, the gnome, and Lord Requin curiously. He says sounding rather disinterested.
"A girl gets thrown out of a cart, then a gnome throws a stink bomb, before launching deadly projectiles on a busy dock. Excellent shots by the way, very impressive. Still Requin, your city is rather interesting. Do these sort of shenanigans happen often?"
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 17, 2016 21:46:45 GMT -8
Things happened very quickly, and Feru blinked. "The.. fu..?" She shook her head rapidly, trying to dispel her confusion and also figure out what the hell had just happened. Cloud of eye-burny stuff, clunk clunk, clink clink, aaaand now there was a tiny not-quite-human in her face. Scratching the base of one flickering ear in puzzlement, she propped the tip of her sword against the street and used it to lever herself to her feet, then looked down at the.. little person. Sword was draped idly across her right shoulder, and held in place with hand of the same arm.
After sniffing curiously at the other female for a moment, Feru then broke out in a fanged grin. "That was pretty sweet. Thanks for the payback on my behalf." Tail swishing behind her, she reached over and gently thumped the gnome on the shoulder with her free hand. "Name's Feru din Narith. I owe ya one for that. How's 'bout I buy ya a drink?" Her ears were in constant motion, turning this way and that to listen to the sounds around them.
Which was what alerted her to the two men in fancy clothes that were, apparently, nearby. Green eyes darted briefly their way, and after a quick assessment, she determined they likely weren't a threat. So although she kept one ear tilted in their direction, they were mostly ignored.
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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 Feb 17, 2016 22:02:20 GMT -8
Requin blinks, unsure as to what just happened. It looks as though the cat girl was getting assaulted or something, and the gnome threw some kind of stink bomb.
"Miss, please be careful with those..."
It's then that he sees the king. Great. Just what he needs. He bows stiffly.
"Hello, sire. I didn't know you were in town. I'm sorry, I should have arranged something. I assure you, this does not happen often."
He strides over to the cat girl, plastering a smile over his face. He's never seen anyone like her before.
"Hello, Miss! Are you alright? I'm terribly sorry about what happened, and I hope you won't base your impressions of Bayonne off that incident."
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Tinker Fizzbit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 52
Physical Description: Tinker Fizzbit would seem to be a perfectly normal woman in her twenties, with a long, silky brown ponytail and bangs framing her face. That is, she would, were she not approximately three feet tall with slightly pointed ears, and a knack for saying apparently anything that pops into her brain. This pegs her as one of the quirkiest of races: a gnome.
Her voice is high-pitched, yet erudite, speaking to a hidden intelligence beneath all the apparent craziness. She has a pleasant figure and a strong face, with thick eyebrows and a seemingly constant smattering of soot or other assorted explosion biproducts. Despite this, she is miraculously unscarred, somehow escaping all of her failed experiments with nothing but singed eyebrows and a fresh film of soot.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Tinker generally wears a practical ensemble of baggy clothing made of durable and fireproofed cloth, covered by a protective leather vest with many inner pockets and a pair of knee-length leather boots. About her hip she wears an engineer's toolbelt, with a quiver and various tinkering tools on her left side, and a myriad of multicoloured flasks of various elixirs on her right, most of them highly volatile. When she's experimenting, she wears a set of specialised goggles. They tend to stay atop her forehead when she isn't.
Her weapon of choice is a heavily customised repeating crossbow with various modifications. The crossbow is fed by a circular drum of bolts above a mechanism which automatically launches a bolt and primes another with every pull of the trigger. It also has a very well-calibrated sight, and two valves that spray the bolts with various concoctions with the press of a button. All in all, it is a very advanced weapon.
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 1:50:52 GMT -8
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Post by Tinker Fizzbit on Feb 17, 2016 22:16:50 GMT -8
Tinker is about to respond positively to the catgirl's offer when that smarmy noble strides over and apologises for her actions! Excuse him, she had just dispensed some very just justice!
"Hey! You're sorry? For what? They got what they deserved probably! I mean, I don't actually know what's going on here, but they certainly looked like guys who were up to no good! Laughing all cruel-like. Also, they'll never know I did it! Especially since we're talking about it so discreetly!"
The local Wizmaster Overling appears to be insulting her valiant efforts too, and she crosses her arms over her chest.
"Hmph! Are all you overworlders so rude as to insult my work other than your compliment about my shooting which did not go unnoticed by the way thank you for your recognition," she says, speaking rather quickly at the last bit, all in one breath.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Feb 17, 2016 22:37:57 GMT -8
Antain seemed like he was about to charge forward, and stomp on the little gnome, but Renaux wave him off. A ghost of a smile graces the kings lips as he addresses the gnome.
"Oh? I am rude? I suppose you are right, your efforts to save the young girl were quite valiant, worthy of praise. However as a king, or as the gnomes say Wizmaster Overling, should I not be concerned about the safety of all my subjects? Should I not express concern when a foreigner, decides to take the law into their own hands? Your actions were most likely completely justified, they certainly had the look of ruffians. Still, I do have guards for a reason, in the future perhaps you could allow them to earn their pay."
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 17, 2016 22:45:54 GMT -8
One of the fancily-dressed men came over, and Feru tore her attention from the gnome to blink at him. Her nose crinkled at his words, ears laying back. "..What're ya apologizin' for? Those jerks aren't even from Gauldin. I hopped on their wagon just outside the borders. They decided it'd be funnier to kick me out and throw my sword than actually wake me up nicely. Pintsize here was just gettin' 'em back for bein' asshats, which is nicer than most people would do. I don't trust guards for nothin'." Her thumb jerked toward the gnome, indicating who 'Pintsize' was.
And then there was the other guy. Feru was momentarily distracted by all the shiny stuff on his person, and she had to literally give herself a shake to resist the urge to chase the light reflected off his crown onto the ground. Snorting, she laid her ears back again, propping her hand on her hip, the other continuing to hold the long hilt of her oversized sword. "Nyeh. Guards don't give a damn 'bout people like me. I ain't from here and I ain't normal, so I don't matter. Don't get your crown in a twist." ..So Feru wasn't the most.. um.. civilized person. Hopefully they wouldn't hold that against her.
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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 Feb 17, 2016 22:52:42 GMT -8
Requin smiles kindly.
"I'm sure you'll find that the guards here are more than competent, Miss. And don't you fret, everybody in Bayonne matters to me. After all. I am the lord of Bayonne."
He gestures, open-handed, to the king. One does not simply point at the king, after all.
"And that is the king of Gauldin."
He hates introducing the king, as it immediately makes him the second-best in the room. Still, he has mo choice. Curse that man.
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Tinker Fizzbit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: 52
Physical Description: Tinker Fizzbit would seem to be a perfectly normal woman in her twenties, with a long, silky brown ponytail and bangs framing her face. That is, she would, were she not approximately three feet tall with slightly pointed ears, and a knack for saying apparently anything that pops into her brain. This pegs her as one of the quirkiest of races: a gnome.
Her voice is high-pitched, yet erudite, speaking to a hidden intelligence beneath all the apparent craziness. She has a pleasant figure and a strong face, with thick eyebrows and a seemingly constant smattering of soot or other assorted explosion biproducts. Despite this, she is miraculously unscarred, somehow escaping all of her failed experiments with nothing but singed eyebrows and a fresh film of soot.
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Tinker generally wears a practical ensemble of baggy clothing made of durable and fireproofed cloth, covered by a protective leather vest with many inner pockets and a pair of knee-length leather boots. About her hip she wears an engineer's toolbelt, with a quiver and various tinkering tools on her left side, and a myriad of multicoloured flasks of various elixirs on her right, most of them highly volatile. When she's experimenting, she wears a set of specialised goggles. They tend to stay atop her forehead when she isn't.
Her weapon of choice is a heavily customised repeating crossbow with various modifications. The crossbow is fed by a circular drum of bolts above a mechanism which automatically launches a bolt and primes another with every pull of the trigger. It also has a very well-calibrated sight, and two valves that spray the bolts with various concoctions with the press of a button. All in all, it is a very advanced weapon.
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 1:50:52 GMT -8
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Post by Tinker Fizzbit on Feb 17, 2016 23:03:45 GMT -8
"Pfftfftffffffthhhhhfffft," says Tinker, apparently some sort of long-winded incredulous vocalisation at Requin's claim of the guard's competence.
"Your guards damaged my ship, and more importantly wasted a perfectly good Blast Elixir! Those things cost a fortune to make," elaborates the gnome, "and you expect them to be able to resolve a conflict without also wasting a perfectly good Blast Elixir that Gauldin still owes me for by the way don't forget."
She then turns to the Wizmaster Overling.
"King, huh? Weird title. Wizmaster Overling rolls of the tongue way smoother!" exclaims the little engineer, quite sure of the accuracy of her point, "I'm surprised that an overworlder knows about Gnomish things, though. Good on you, buddy!
"In any case, as the felidinian girl says, those guys were also foreigners. Also, don't I have diplomatical immunizers, being a foreign Fasbaker--" apparently the Gnomish term for emissary "--and all? Why, I'm here to heroically contribute to your scientific knowings, after all!"
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