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 23:10:08 GMT -8
Requin's assurance of the guards' competency, not to mention that she mattered one whit to him, elicited another snort from Feru, followed by a low chuckle that rumbled with a purr. "Sure thing, boss. Whatever you say." A lord, huh? She eyed Requin askance. And a king, too? He also got a leery glance. Then she looked back at Requin, one ear perked up and swiveled forward, the other tilted back and pressed against her head. "So.. what? Do I have to bow or somethin'?"
Yeah.. Feru cared practically nothing for formalities, propriety, or nobility. In fact she seemed far more amused by the gnome. Yep. Feru wanted to keep her. And she was going to call her Pintsize from now on, because nicknames was just a thing she did. Chortling, she reached over and tweaked Tinker's little ponytail. "I like you, Pintsize. You and me are gonna go places. Like to the nearest tavern, for starters. I need a drink after all this crap."
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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 18, 2016 7:28:49 GMT -8
"Your damn right, you have to..."
Antain begins to speak, but is waved off once again by the king. The outrage on the body guards face, at the flippant way these foreigners treated his king, was palpable. Renaux however still wore a faint smile amusement.
"Now, now Antain as the girl said, only one person here is a subject of mine. Requin has already paid his respects. Still I would urge you to heed Requin on the matter of the guard. I am doing my best to ensure all are equal in the eyes of Gaulish law. Though don't take that as a moratorium on self defense, should there be no other option."
Turning back to the gnome he arches an eyebrow.
"If you have a grievance with the guard, due to loss of property during a inspection; I recommend taking it up in the small claims court. If that doesn't appeal as Wizmaster Overling, I suppose I could arbitrate. Unfortunately, the only compensation I am currently carrying at this time, are these."
He holds up the box of cup cakes, offering them to those gathered.
"You may take one if you wish, at present it is the best I can do."
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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 18, 2016 8:51:09 GMT -8
Requin casts an incredulous glance towards the king. Cupcakes? Really? Ah well. It seems that the cat girl, cute as she is, would rather hang out with the gnome. Perhaps he'll try again later. He turns to the tiny gnome.
"File a complaint at my office, miss. Once that's processed, we can see about your compensation."
Anyone who's ever tried to file a complaint against the Bayonne officials (mostly due to Requin favoring pretty women in most disputes) knows that the system is a joke. To file a complaint, one must fill out a long and overly complicated form, then put it in a box that looks surprisingly like a trash bin.
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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 18, 2016 10:17:03 GMT -8
The Gnome crosses her arms and puffs up her chest, very much like a Dwarf who's getting ready to go on a tirade about family honour or something.
"Now you listen here, overworlder! I have plenty of experience with your bureaucratic stuff, and I'm not gonna do it here, oh no! I'm not letting you go anywhere 'till I get paid back in full!" says the engineer stubbornly, glaring at Requin. She points to her boat on the dock, its jib still smoking and the fishing rods listing dangerously. The patch job Tinker did on the trampoline is already starting to wear away, too.
"See that? Visual evidence!" she says, triumphantly.
She then turns to the catgirl as she thankfully takes a cupcake and takes an inevitably tiny bite. "Yeah, that sounds good. Do they have Electrosizmic Ale? That's my favourite!"
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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 18, 2016 10:39:01 GMT -8
Eyes darted between the trio as words were exchanged. Shoulder rose in a small shrug at the king's words to heed the guards and let them do their jobs. Feru didn't make a habit of instigating trouble, though it did seem to find her fairly regularly. Still, the king had been nice despite her blatant (see: intentional) rudeness and disrespect, so she'd lay off a little bit and let the guards do their thing in future, if need be. Feru sniffed at the offered cupcakes, and made a face as ears laid back. Too sweet for her palate. But the gnome... Oh, she was hilarious. Feru couldn't help snickering at her feisty nature.
"Dunno, I've never been to Bayonne before. I'm sure we can find out, though." Barely had the words left her mouth before she was turning her back on the group and rising up on her toes, peering around the crowd in search of an establishment where she could procure liquid trouble. The more disreputable and hole-in-the-wall it was, the better, in her opinion. Wretched hives of scum and villainy were right up her alley!
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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 18, 2016 10:55:32 GMT -8
Renaux chuckles lightly, when the gnome delivers her ultimatum. The whole situation was ridiculous, and he decided to add to the problem.
"Very well, if this grevince must be solved here and now... With the authority invested in me, as the king of Gauldin, I call this trial to session. The plaintiff is miss..."
The king gestures at the gnome, indicating she should provide her name.
"Representing herself. The defendant is the naval guard of Bayonné, being represented by Lord Requin. As opening arguments have already been provided, by the plaintiff, the floor passes to the defense. What so you have to say on behalf of your guard force, given this damming evidence?"
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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 18, 2016 11:02:13 GMT -8
"What-"
Requin is speechless for a moment. What is this foolishness? Why is the king playing along with this ridiculous situation?
"I'm afraid I did not see the whole incident, sire, so I cannot add any perspective to the situation. If you wish, I can have her compensation paid immediately, in cash. Deducted from the compensation should be the value of the property that she threw into the bay, which shall be given to the men she attacked. Of course, I defer to your judgement in this."
He grits his teeth. Oh, how he hates the king.
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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 18, 2016 12:02:09 GMT -8
"I believe the overworlder term is Doctor--" she stresses the word, as if it contributes to her trustworthiness, "--Tinker Fizzbit, Engineer, Alchemist, and weaponsmith. And I won't accept part of my payment going to those ruffians! That is, unless their compensation is subsequently taken out and given to miss felidinian over here for emotional damages!"
The Gnome does her best to speak like she's heard overworlder legal folks do before. They seem to commonly posture and argue a lot, so that's just what she does.
In that spirit, she adds a clearly pointless term to the negotiation, "And the payment must be in designations no larger than silver dingbats! Golden Wizzbangs are unacceptable!"
She still hasn't gotten the hang of overworld money designations.
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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 18, 2016 12:08:11 GMT -8
Still with her back turned to the other three, her ears swiveled to pick up what she was hearing behind her. And Feru began to snicker, hiding her mirth behind a half-curled hand. But, at the mention of herself receiving money for 'emotional damages', she blinked, and spun around. That hand was raised, palm toward the three, and her tail swished vigorously behind her as she shook her head. "Hey, woah, none of that. The 'felidinian' don't need any compensation for 'emotional damages' or any of that mess. But thanks for tryin', Pintsize."
Every inch of fur on her ears and tail both fluffed slightly, before she managed to soothe herself. She may be a girl, but were people missing the big-ass sword on her shoulder? Feru would do just about anything for money. Almost. But this wasn't her way. If she didn't get it from gambling, fighting, or when hired for her skills, she wanted no part of it.
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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 18, 2016 14:51:41 GMT -8
Renaux nods his head still with that faintly amused expression, as he listens to both sides. Once everyone is finished, he clears his throat.
"Unfortunately Doctor Fizzbit, as I see it only two crimes have been committed today. The first is the vandalism done to your ship, during the routine inspection. As the defense has provided insufficient evidence to counter your claim, and as they have offered to settle, the repair of your ship will be paid for by the city of Bayonné."
The first issue resolved, the king pauses to hear any questions then continues.
"The second crime is the theft, committed by Doctor Fizzbit. While certainly abominably rude the two men's treatment of Ms...?"
The king motions to Feru indicating she should provide her name.
"Did not cross the line to felony battery. Your use of a stink bomb to drive them away, also did not violate any laws. However, by throwing their possession into the harbor, you did commit an act of theft. While certainly a cathartic action, and one I do not personally condemn the law is clear here. You took their property, without permission or consent, with the intent to deprive them of it. Rather cut and dry in this case."
The king looks around for a moment, considering.
"Under Gaulish law though, to persecute a crime the victim must file charges, and be present at the trial. As neither of the victims are currently present, and they have not filed charges, I am forced to dismiss the case. These are my rulings on this matter, and I bring this trial officially to a close."
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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 18, 2016 20:56:17 GMT -8
Requin bows again, stiffly.
"As you say, sire."
He glares at Renaux when the man turns away. What does he think he's doing? What is this nonsense?
"Just repair your ship to its original state and send a bill to my office, Ms. Fizzbit."
Sighing, he turns to the king.
"I must beg my leave, sire. I have business to attend to. A city to run."
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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 18, 2016 21:06:46 GMT -8
"Look at her, she's hysterical with denial! But, I suppose this is an adequate arrangement," Tinker says with a sagely nod, before going over to the docks and calling for a dock hand to repair her catamaran. Apparently, the one she had asked before had quite rudely disregarded her request!
She walks back to the group, brushing her hands off with a satisfied expression.
"Alright, negotiations over, let's drink, cat," says the gnome with a happy-go-lucky smile. She's much more in her element when she's not talking buisiness. Highly flammable fluids are her forte, and alcohol is usually highly flammable!
"You can come as well if you like, Overling."
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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 18, 2016 21:15:38 GMT -8
Feru blinked repeatedly at the king as he gestured in her direction with a questioning up-tilt at the end of his sentence. OH. He was asking her name! "Err, Feru din Narith?" She was confused, and reached up her non-sword-holding hand to scratch at the base of one ear. She didn't understand a word coming out of the king's mouth. What she did understand was being called hysterical. That earned Tinker a slanted look of disapproval, her ears laying back as she growled. Her! Hysterical! Perish the thought.
Still, the renewed discussion of drinks made her perk right up, ears once again tilted forward and tail swishing languidly as she offered a fanged grin. "Now that's more like it! I think I spotted a sign pointing to a tavern thataway." Free hand jerked her thumb in the general direction, before she spun about and began marching off. Still, she cast a wink and a smirk over her shoulder at Requin, as well as flicking her tail and one ear in his direction. "Seeya 'round, your lordship." Offering that flirtatious parting shot, off she went into the streets of the city, in search of booze, and maybe a job. A girl (cat.. girl-cat.. cat-girl?) has to eat, after all!
<Exit to Boire Tavern>
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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 18, 2016 21:30:30 GMT -8
Renaux waves off Requin, and once the lord leaves he says with a chuckle.
"I hate that man."
Turning to the gnome again, and the cat girl again he says cordially.
"I appreciate your invitation to drinks, but I have work to do as well. It was a pleasure to meet you Doctor Fizzbit, Miss. Narith. If you are ever in Travere and find yourselves in need of work, feel free to visit the palace. Ask for Gaspar."
With that the king, turns on his heel and walks away.
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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 18, 2016 22:12:17 GMT -8
"Ah well, suit yourself. Have fun doing Overling stuff!" responds Tinker, following after Feru at a brisk pace, though for her a brisk pace is about walking speed for large-sized folk. She doesn't give Requin any parting formalities. He was her legal opponent, after all!
"Seriously, though, cat, are all overworlders so rude? The king man seems okay, but everyone else I've encountered has been very unkind!," says the Gnome, completely unaware of the irony of that statement given her own lack of tact.
[Exits with Feru]
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Azure
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 190
Age: Ageless.
Physical Description: Azure's form is very petite, no more than 5' tall, and quite slender, with a dainty bone structure that results in beautifully formed features and an inherent grace. Her skin is fair, and her ears long and pointed, signs of her Elven heritage. Her eyes are blue, although the exact shade can never be pinpointed, as it is constantly changing. Her hair is long, falling freely to her slender hips, and is a light shade of blue. She is very swift, nimble, dexterous, and flexible.
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Clothes and Equipment: Azure usually wears a set of intricate white robes, with blue, green, and violet accents, as well as a headdress with golden portions and a couple of bracelets and anklets. She can manifest a bow and quiver of arrows to aid her in her tasks. In addition, she possesses a flute that appears to be made of blue-tinted wood, which.. doesn't have any special abilities. She just likes to play it.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 18, 2016 20:24:04 GMT -8
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Post by Azure on Jul 15, 2016 22:39:21 GMT -8
When the ship docked in Bayonne, Azure left it with an open air of disappointment. She had thoroughly enjoyed the trip from Port Silverion across the sea to Gauldin - she was still glowing with the energy of frolicking in the sea. Swimming with the dolphins and basking in the seawater had infused her with energy, and she felt more happy and alive than she'd been in quite some time. But as ever, those youthful features only reflected.. nothing as she disembarked alongside Temus Grey. There was, however, a small flicker of concern in her gaze as she turned to look at him. The boat trip had been rough for him, she knew, and she was worried for his well-being.
"Are you well, Temus?"
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Temus Grey
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 233
Age: Looks to be about 17.
Physical Description: Standing at a little over 5'8 Temus is not a particularly intimidating person. He has soft features, a narrow jaw, mid set cheek bones, and high brow. He has silky black hair that runs to about mid back. Red eyes that seem to pierce through people. His build is slim, and his skin pale, he clearly does not spend an abundance of time in the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of simple mages robes, a cloak, pouches filled with reagents, his channeling staff fitted with an odd blue stone, and his spell book.
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Registered: Feb 29, 2016 18:30:15 GMT -8
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Post by Temus Grey on Jul 16, 2016 10:47:00 GMT -8
The sea trip had been more and less of a nightmare than Temus had thought. On the one hand being in close quarters with so many people had frayed his nerves. It didn't help that sailors were a sweaty boisterous lot. However, when he was left along he'd found he'd enjoyed the fresh sea air. The sense of being so far from everything. He had also enjoyed watching Azure frolic in the water. Still he was glad to be off the boat and more importantly he was looking forward to getting back on the road.
"I am fine, thank you for your concern Azure."
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Azure
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 190
Age: Ageless.
Physical Description: Azure's form is very petite, no more than 5' tall, and quite slender, with a dainty bone structure that results in beautifully formed features and an inherent grace. Her skin is fair, and her ears long and pointed, signs of her Elven heritage. Her eyes are blue, although the exact shade can never be pinpointed, as it is constantly changing. Her hair is long, falling freely to her slender hips, and is a light shade of blue. She is very swift, nimble, dexterous, and flexible.
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Clothes and Equipment: Azure usually wears a set of intricate white robes, with blue, green, and violet accents, as well as a headdress with golden portions and a couple of bracelets and anklets. She can manifest a bow and quiver of arrows to aid her in her tasks. In addition, she possesses a flute that appears to be made of blue-tinted wood, which.. doesn't have any special abilities. She just likes to play it.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 18, 2016 20:24:04 GMT -8
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Post by Azure on Jul 16, 2016 11:18:53 GMT -8
The spirit nodded once upon hearing Temus say that he was fine. She doubted the veracity of the statement, knowing how difficult the trip had been for him, but she let it slide, knowing there was no point in pursuing the subject. Instead, Azure stuck close to Temus as they began to exit the harbor area, and spoke quietly.
"Would you prefer to rest in an inn first, or should we continue our journey to the Academy?"
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Temus Grey
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 233
Age: Looks to be about 17.
Physical Description: Standing at a little over 5'8 Temus is not a particularly intimidating person. He has soft features, a narrow jaw, mid set cheek bones, and high brow. He has silky black hair that runs to about mid back. Red eyes that seem to pierce through people. His build is slim, and his skin pale, he clearly does not spend an abundance of time in the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of simple mages robes, a cloak, pouches filled with reagents, his channeling staff fitted with an odd blue stone, and his spell book.
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Registered: Feb 29, 2016 18:30:15 GMT -8
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Post by Temus Grey on Jul 16, 2016 11:35:29 GMT -8
"I..."
Temus starts to speak and then pauses. It was getting dark and it would make sense to stay the night in an inn, leaving in the morning. However after so long in close quarters he wanted to not be surrounded by people anymore. He just wanted to be alone. Well alone except for Azure, her presence no longer bothered him. He had grown used to her being around and he found her comforting. Odd to have someone in his life, even though he know it will only be for a small while longer. One way or another she would leave him soon after they finished in the library. That thought made the smallest frown appear on his face, it was a sad realization.
"I would prefer to to sleep outside the city."
With that he walked toward the gates and out onto the road to Travere.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jul 22, 2016 18:43:28 GMT -8
The large Ship of the Line pulls into the Harbor of Bayonne amid much cursing and berating from its Captain as it glides smoothly up alongside the pier.
"Tie up the ship and lower the gangplank! The High Lady and her Company would like to disembark and get away from you scoundrels!"
With the berating temporarily taken care of, he found Naoki on board the ship and saluted.
"Lady Naoki, may I present to you the City of Bayonne. You may disembark whenever you wish. Shall I provide an escort of sailors or marines to go with you?"
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