Hand of the Mist
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Mar 26, 2021 0:51:23 GMT -5
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Post by Hand of the Mist on Apr 14, 2021 23:54:43 GMT -5
From the shore the sands stretch endlessly into the horizon, dunes ebbing and flowing in the wind much like the waves washing upon the beach. A dry shrubbery sprouts here and there, as do some cacti, but they are so rare it is a surprise to come upon one. |
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Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: now now, it's rude to ask a woman her age
Appearance: From her flaming locks to her sultry hazel eyes, Miss Vanderbilt is an extraordinary woman. She is of average height at about 5'5 and weighs about, oh that's a secret. The boys usually have a bad habit of looking at something other than her eyes. Her body is well maintained and often compared to that of a dancer.
Equipment: She wears black sleek clothing that hugs her curves and a pair of long gloves to avoid touching things with her bare hands. Tilly is the type of person who enjoys adding a little bit of color to her outfits. Her favorite piece of clothing is always the fur shawl she wears if the day isn't too humid. Along her hip sits a rapier finely polished and ready to pierce whatever is in range.
Skills and Abilities: Tilly comes from a family of merit and from that family learned to efficiently use her rapier. Her rapier a gift from her late father just before his passing. She hones her abilities of agility and elegance similar to a rose. People see her beauty but not the thorns that will prick their skin. It's not their fault there, Tilly can be quite the sweet talker and often talks her way out of tight corners.
Biography: Matilda Vanderbilt born into a wealthy merchant family is now off on her own. She dreams of one day owning a boat with her own crew. The wind in the hair, the smell of salt in her nostrils, and the freedom of adventure. She was never meant to have a desk job and sit around all day. Tilly currently is in the business of handling other people's money. She dreams often about the sound of coins clanking together and hoping one day those will be her coins.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:54:47 GMT -5
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Post by Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt on Apr 16, 2021 0:56:13 GMT -5
Tilly didn't think this would be where the ship dropped her off at. She has been endlessly walking this desert for hours. The more she walked the more turned around she gets, all she knows is she is lost as hell in this hellscape of a place. Looks like her water pouch is almost half empty. Out of all the places poor Miss Tilly Vanderbilt could get stuck in, the desert is one of her least favorites. She remembers going to the beach once and getting sand in everything and she means EVERYTHING. This will probably result in the same but much worse.
She was never the type to be a damsel in distress needing some brave man to come rescue her and that sure won't be the case here. "You can do this Tilly, you can do this, you'll find a way out of this desert before you die." Tilly had never been great with pep talks but not dying is more important. She scanned the horizon for any signs of life or an oasis of some sort. May the mother of this land show mercy to her.
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Elizabeth
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 28
Appearance: Late twenties, with long dark brown hair and, standing at 185 cm high
Equipment: 3 small bags located on her legs containing 6 small knives, 1 right hand gantlet with bumps on the fist and some bandages
Skills and Abilities: Expert knife thrower and fighter with minor medical knowledge
Biography: Born into a rich family, Elizabeth was mistreated for not being a man, still young she fled, promising never to be treated bad anymore. By her 25th anniversary she had built a brothel and managed several working girls
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 12:20:01 GMT -5
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Post by Elizabeth on Apr 16, 2021 1:24:45 GMT -5
After touching the sand and looking around her the words "This is gonna be a problem" came out of Elizabeth mouth as she observed an endless sea of sand in front of, she sighed, "Of course I am at a desert, why wouldn't I be" she said as she felt the salty breeze of the ocean behind her
She climbed back onto the ship and started searching for any thin that would help, wherever the crew were, they didn't bring much with them, there were some food and water, "I can stay here for a while" she thought but the ship that wasn't property beach was slowly going back to the ocean and Elizabeth noticed, she went to the top deck and looked into the ocean to see the most
Elizabeth never felt fear that big before she looked at that mist, she quickly rushed down to grab as much water as she could, first she threw the ale on her "water" pouch, she took two bottles of rum, Emptied them then filled with water, she tied her cape as to carry the extra bottles with out having to hold them and left the ship.
After hours walking she saw a silhouette in the distance "Is that a person ?" She thought to herself
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W. Femuria Wenderson
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 26
Appearance: Her hair is dark brown mixed with slivers of dark blonde blended about on her head. Her eyes are a mix of burgundy and blue, with her facial skin mildly stretched.
Equipment: Femuria has a large rucksack made out of a lot of animal skin tied up together. She appears to have a variety of salted meats sewn up in little parcels and stuffed inside.
Skills and Abilities: (Unrevealed)
Biography: Not much information is known,
Registered: Apr 14, 2021 23:59:56 GMT -5
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Post by W. Femuria Wenderson on May 6, 2021 16:56:30 GMT -5
The dessert wasn't the most pleasant of things. It was quite an unforgiving place for most. However it was not without it's own little secrets. Take your average cactus for example, quite good on the liquid bit, and a lovely source of fuel once you dried it out.
That's what Femuria was up to, she was cooking. A nice little happy fire was burning and twinkling in the dim night of the desert. It was time to cook up some happy little pies in this rudimentary little heating place of stone. They'd be a bit...well, they were being cooked in a pit so they'd be a little uneven, but they'd be so delicious...
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Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: now now, it's rude to ask a woman her age
Appearance: From her flaming locks to her sultry hazel eyes, Miss Vanderbilt is an extraordinary woman. She is of average height at about 5'5 and weighs about, oh that's a secret. The boys usually have a bad habit of looking at something other than her eyes. Her body is well maintained and often compared to that of a dancer.
Equipment: She wears black sleek clothing that hugs her curves and a pair of long gloves to avoid touching things with her bare hands. Tilly is the type of person who enjoys adding a little bit of color to her outfits. Her favorite piece of clothing is always the fur shawl she wears if the day isn't too humid. Along her hip sits a rapier finely polished and ready to pierce whatever is in range.
Skills and Abilities: Tilly comes from a family of merit and from that family learned to efficiently use her rapier. Her rapier a gift from her late father just before his passing. She hones her abilities of agility and elegance similar to a rose. People see her beauty but not the thorns that will prick their skin. It's not their fault there, Tilly can be quite the sweet talker and often talks her way out of tight corners.
Biography: Matilda Vanderbilt born into a wealthy merchant family is now off on her own. She dreams of one day owning a boat with her own crew. The wind in the hair, the smell of salt in her nostrils, and the freedom of adventure. She was never meant to have a desk job and sit around all day. Tilly currently is in the business of handling other people's money. She dreams often about the sound of coins clanking together and hoping one day those will be her coins.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:54:47 GMT -5
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Post by Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt on May 6, 2021 20:51:00 GMT -5
Tilly's back was turned away from anyone who might've seen her in the distance, instead, she was more curious about the scent of flakey dessert wafting through the air. Maybe she's gone crazy and this is her brain wanting her to witness something good before ultimately dying to the putrid environment of sand. She continues to follow her nose trying to find the source of that decedent smell. It smelled just like her mom's pies. That same buttery crust with a gooey jam filling. Mom always liked to come up with intricate designs in her crusts. She never understood why but if it made her happy then it made Tilly happy. Who knows maybe this is some sign that her mom's waiting for her.
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Elizabeth
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 28
Appearance: Late twenties, with long dark brown hair and, standing at 185 cm high
Equipment: 3 small bags located on her legs containing 6 small knives, 1 right hand gantlet with bumps on the fist and some bandages
Skills and Abilities: Expert knife thrower and fighter with minor medical knowledge
Biography: Born into a rich family, Elizabeth was mistreated for not being a man, still young she fled, promising never to be treated bad anymore. By her 25th anniversary she had built a brothel and managed several working girls
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 12:20:01 GMT -5
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Post by Elizabeth on May 6, 2021 21:04:26 GMT -5
Elizabeth watched as the silhouette disappeared into the dunes, she took a few steps forward and saw smoke, "maybe a fire ? Maybe whoever that was made it," she thought to herself, raising her right eyebrow
A few meters forward and a pleasant smell hit her nose, she opened a bag, strapped to her hip on the right side, and put on a gantlet on her right hand, and went in the direction of the smell
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W. Femuria Wenderson
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 26
Appearance: Her hair is dark brown mixed with slivers of dark blonde blended about on her head. Her eyes are a mix of burgundy and blue, with her facial skin mildly stretched.
Equipment: Femuria has a large rucksack made out of a lot of animal skin tied up together. She appears to have a variety of salted meats sewn up in little parcels and stuffed inside.
Skills and Abilities: (Unrevealed)
Biography: Not much information is known,
Registered: Apr 14, 2021 23:59:56 GMT -5
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Post by W. Femuria Wenderson on May 8, 2021 2:19:28 GMT -5
The air smelled of beef, a little bit like veal, with the fresh pastry permeating the mix. It was tantalizing, to say the least, if not a little singed by the imprecision of the flames. Mixed with the sandy dune's dead smell it was certainly a tempting spot to linger on towards.
Within view of the two was a fairly average-sized woman. Her brown hair was long and she looked a little, stretched, like trying to paint a wall with a little less paint than needed. However, she did notice the both of them and gave a friendly enough wave. After all, someone willing to share food in the middle of a desert couldn't be that bad? Right?
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Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: now now, it's rude to ask a woman her age
Appearance: From her flaming locks to her sultry hazel eyes, Miss Vanderbilt is an extraordinary woman. She is of average height at about 5'5 and weighs about, oh that's a secret. The boys usually have a bad habit of looking at something other than her eyes. Her body is well maintained and often compared to that of a dancer.
Equipment: She wears black sleek clothing that hugs her curves and a pair of long gloves to avoid touching things with her bare hands. Tilly is the type of person who enjoys adding a little bit of color to her outfits. Her favorite piece of clothing is always the fur shawl she wears if the day isn't too humid. Along her hip sits a rapier finely polished and ready to pierce whatever is in range.
Skills and Abilities: Tilly comes from a family of merit and from that family learned to efficiently use her rapier. Her rapier a gift from her late father just before his passing. She hones her abilities of agility and elegance similar to a rose. People see her beauty but not the thorns that will prick their skin. It's not their fault there, Tilly can be quite the sweet talker and often talks her way out of tight corners.
Biography: Matilda Vanderbilt born into a wealthy merchant family is now off on her own. She dreams of one day owning a boat with her own crew. The wind in the hair, the smell of salt in her nostrils, and the freedom of adventure. She was never meant to have a desk job and sit around all day. Tilly currently is in the business of handling other people's money. She dreams often about the sound of coins clanking together and hoping one day those will be her coins.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:54:47 GMT -5
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Post by Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt on May 12, 2021 14:25:55 GMT -5
"you're making pie in the middle of the desert?" TIlly asked her eyebrows quirked up in confusion and wonder. She approached the stranger and the pies. "You are real yes? I am not growing mad out here in the desert?" She sat down in the sand next to the pie with the grace of a camel, not caring anymore about decorum.
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Elizabeth
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 28
Appearance: Late twenties, with long dark brown hair and, standing at 185 cm high
Equipment: 3 small bags located on her legs containing 6 small knives, 1 right hand gantlet with bumps on the fist and some bandages
Skills and Abilities: Expert knife thrower and fighter with minor medical knowledge
Biography: Born into a rich family, Elizabeth was mistreated for not being a man, still young she fled, promising never to be treated bad anymore. By her 25th anniversary she had built a brothel and managed several working girls
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 12:20:01 GMT -5
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Post by Elizabeth on May 12, 2021 14:53:32 GMT -5
Elizabeth walked up to them, looked at both, the smell of pie filled her nose but she was more suspicious than hungry "Hello madam and miss." She gave a respectful bow "May I ask you, how did both of you both got here ?"
Her left hand was hovering a small bag on her left leg, in her right hand she had a small but heavy looking gantlet, she seemed ready for something.
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W. Femuria Wenderson
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 26
Appearance: Her hair is dark brown mixed with slivers of dark blonde blended about on her head. Her eyes are a mix of burgundy and blue, with her facial skin mildly stretched.
Equipment: Femuria has a large rucksack made out of a lot of animal skin tied up together. She appears to have a variety of salted meats sewn up in little parcels and stuffed inside.
Skills and Abilities: (Unrevealed)
Biography: Not much information is known,
Registered: Apr 14, 2021 23:59:56 GMT -5
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Post by W. Femuria Wenderson on May 12, 2021 19:41:44 GMT -5
The 'stranger' as Tilly put it, placed her hands in a mock gasp, "W-wait, you can, you can see me?" She stuttered out with her eyes twinkling as her hands gave a slight twitch. The woman then glanced down at the pies, "Yes, they are pies. Meat pies."
The lithe lady then looked over at Elizabeth, "Well, I walked. That's how one gets anywhere Dontcha know?" She shook her head abashedly, "Now, now, are you going to sit down or go about your merry way? It's a looooong walk."
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Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: now now, it's rude to ask a woman her age
Appearance: From her flaming locks to her sultry hazel eyes, Miss Vanderbilt is an extraordinary woman. She is of average height at about 5'5 and weighs about, oh that's a secret. The boys usually have a bad habit of looking at something other than her eyes. Her body is well maintained and often compared to that of a dancer.
Equipment: She wears black sleek clothing that hugs her curves and a pair of long gloves to avoid touching things with her bare hands. Tilly is the type of person who enjoys adding a little bit of color to her outfits. Her favorite piece of clothing is always the fur shawl she wears if the day isn't too humid. Along her hip sits a rapier finely polished and ready to pierce whatever is in range.
Skills and Abilities: Tilly comes from a family of merit and from that family learned to efficiently use her rapier. Her rapier a gift from her late father just before his passing. She hones her abilities of agility and elegance similar to a rose. People see her beauty but not the thorns that will prick their skin. It's not their fault there, Tilly can be quite the sweet talker and often talks her way out of tight corners.
Biography: Matilda Vanderbilt born into a wealthy merchant family is now off on her own. She dreams of one day owning a boat with her own crew. The wind in the hair, the smell of salt in her nostrils, and the freedom of adventure. She was never meant to have a desk job and sit around all day. Tilly currently is in the business of handling other people's money. She dreams often about the sound of coins clanking together and hoping one day those will be her coins.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:54:47 GMT -5
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Post by Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt on May 15, 2021 23:48:14 GMT -5
"I got lost and decided to land here thinking there might be some settlement but the more I walked the more lost I got and so now I'm hopelessly lost. I am glad that you and your pies are real. My name is Tilly Vadernbilt. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
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Elizabeth
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 28
Appearance: Late twenties, with long dark brown hair and, standing at 185 cm high
Equipment: 3 small bags located on her legs containing 6 small knives, 1 right hand gantlet with bumps on the fist and some bandages
Skills and Abilities: Expert knife thrower and fighter with minor medical knowledge
Biography: Born into a rich family, Elizabeth was mistreated for not being a man, still young she fled, promising never to be treated bad anymore. By her 25th anniversary she had built a brothel and managed several working girls
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 12:20:01 GMT -5
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Post by Elizabeth on May 16, 2021 7:37:38 GMT -5
Elizabeth shrugged, took the bottles of rum she filed with water inside the ship that had floated back into the ocean from her cape than untied it, sat down, put her gantlet away, sighed than said "Are any of you thirsty ?" Offering one of the bottles
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W. Femuria Wenderson
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 26
Appearance: Her hair is dark brown mixed with slivers of dark blonde blended about on her head. Her eyes are a mix of burgundy and blue, with her facial skin mildly stretched.
Equipment: Femuria has a large rucksack made out of a lot of animal skin tied up together. She appears to have a variety of salted meats sewn up in little parcels and stuffed inside.
Skills and Abilities: (Unrevealed)
Biography: Not much information is known,
Registered: Apr 14, 2021 23:59:56 GMT -5
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Post by W. Femuria Wenderson on May 18, 2021 15:32:24 GMT -5
The lady looked up at Tilly and gave an infectiously charismatic grin, "Well then, well then, I'm sure, I'm sure!" She chuckled again, a little out of place. She proceeded to tend her rudimentary cooked pies, "Gotta make sure they're cooked proper."
She turned to Elizabeth, "Oh, I'm sure we'll all be happy to have a sip of water after we're done eating, the pies aren't exactly perfect...little hard out in the middle of nowhere."
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Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: now now, it's rude to ask a woman her age
Appearance: From her flaming locks to her sultry hazel eyes, Miss Vanderbilt is an extraordinary woman. She is of average height at about 5'5 and weighs about, oh that's a secret. The boys usually have a bad habit of looking at something other than her eyes. Her body is well maintained and often compared to that of a dancer.
Equipment: She wears black sleek clothing that hugs her curves and a pair of long gloves to avoid touching things with her bare hands. Tilly is the type of person who enjoys adding a little bit of color to her outfits. Her favorite piece of clothing is always the fur shawl she wears if the day isn't too humid. Along her hip sits a rapier finely polished and ready to pierce whatever is in range.
Skills and Abilities: Tilly comes from a family of merit and from that family learned to efficiently use her rapier. Her rapier a gift from her late father just before his passing. She hones her abilities of agility and elegance similar to a rose. People see her beauty but not the thorns that will prick their skin. It's not their fault there, Tilly can be quite the sweet talker and often talks her way out of tight corners.
Biography: Matilda Vanderbilt born into a wealthy merchant family is now off on her own. She dreams of one day owning a boat with her own crew. The wind in the hair, the smell of salt in her nostrils, and the freedom of adventure. She was never meant to have a desk job and sit around all day. Tilly currently is in the business of handling other people's money. She dreams often about the sound of coins clanking together and hoping one day those will be her coins.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:54:47 GMT -5
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Post by Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt on May 19, 2021 1:26:55 GMT -5
Tilly accepts one of Elizabeth's water. "Thank you greatly. Being lost in the desert does make ones throat parched" she chuckles at her own joke before waiting for the pies to finish. How bizarre this turn of events has been. Who else would be able to say they found a pie lady in the middle of a desert cooking some desserts.
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Elizabeth
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 28
Appearance: Late twenties, with long dark brown hair and, standing at 185 cm high
Equipment: 3 small bags located on her legs containing 6 small knives, 1 right hand gantlet with bumps on the fist and some bandages
Skills and Abilities: Expert knife thrower and fighter with minor medical knowledge
Biography: Born into a rich family, Elizabeth was mistreated for not being a man, still young she fled, promising never to be treated bad anymore. By her 25th anniversary she had built a brothel and managed several working girls
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 12:20:01 GMT -5
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Post by Elizabeth on May 19, 2021 11:27:00 GMT -5
Elizabeth crossed her arms and asked "By any chance, did any of you ended up here in a ship ?"
This was a strange situation for Elizabeth and she still needed to know if they were involved in her kidnaping
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