Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: Appears to be in her 80's
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Appearance: An elderly woman with a wiry frame who most notably possesses unnatural height, standing at well over seven feet tall even when hunched over her cane. Her hair is grayish-white and normally done up in a bun and her eyes are also gray in color. Her skin is very pale and has an almost grayish hue to it. Her nails are long, black, and sharpened at the tip.
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Equipment: She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others' spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish-colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for communication with others who own similar bracelets.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled at knitting!
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Biography: While the details of Grandma's past are shrouded in mystery, since first meeting Naoki she has served essentially one role, that of advisor. While her titles have varied as Naoki moved up the social ladder of Isra, her continued support, and assistance she offered to Naoki have never wavered.
Even following the destruction of Isra, Grandma continues to follow and offer guidance to Lady Naoki as they attempt to rebuild from the wreckage.
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Allegiances: Naoki
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 19:51:53 GMT -5
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Post by Grandma on Sept 13, 2023 0:27:25 GMT -5
Flying the flags of New Isra, the New Sun’s Reach sailed smoothly towards the docks. The large merchant vessel seemed to be well-manned as numerous sailors scurried around the deck in preparation for docking. A sudden gust of wind sent her cloak billowing out behind her, causing Grandma to wrap herself in it, primarily to keep the damned thing in place. Adjusting her hat to help shield her eyes from the sun, Grandma took in the settlement before them. It seemed Ralf Valgard and his compatriots had been quite busy. A loud thud signaled the sailors had put the gangplank down. “It’s been quite a while since either of us has been able to take a proper trip.” Grandma mused, her comment half directed at Skarlet and half nothing more than a crone’s musings. “I think my first order of business will be meeting with Ralf Valgard, perhaps see about doing a little bit of trading. Both of goods and information of course. If I recall you have business with him as well?” Walking as she talked, the sailors of the New Sun’s Reach quickly moved aside as the towering woman crossed the gangplank with a single lengthy stride. Using her cane to help steady herself, Grandma’s gaze quickly scanned her surroundings before settling on the customs office. Glancing back at Skarlet, Grandma pointed at the customs office with a single blackened nail. “Perhaps some fine folks in there will be able to direct us to Ralf Valgard?” Regardless of whether the people in there could help them with that task, Grandma suspected they’d need to stop in either way. She doubted they’d take kindly to her and Skarlet simply traipsing around the settlement unsupervised. "Indeed, Grandma. It's nice to see some more civilization, Sir Valgard seems to be doing a good job." Skarlet's voice sounded a little different because she was wearing a full helmet along with armor over her blackout clothing to provide as much protection from the sun as she could get. "After talking to Valgard I'd like to find an opportunity to snoop around too. Take some mental notes on how things look." Skarlet followed Grandma across the gangplank and toward customs. Grandma nodded her head in approval at Skarlet’s comment. “I suspect you’ll be able to get a more candid look at the settlement than me. I could be wrong but I fear they might end up keeping a close eye on me.” While Grandma didn’t know for sure, given her relationship with Naoki she wouldn’t put it past them to have someone tailing her during the visit. Also, her overall appearance wasn’t exactly helping her remain anonymous. Skarlet’s outfit on the other hand… Perhaps it would have some additional benefits other than simply protecting her from the sun. Turning away from Skarlet, Grandma offered a kindly smile to each of the Varan workers who offered their assistance along with a murmur of thanks. Reciprocating the energy of the locals' welcome was something Grandma generally practiced, and given how helpful this group of them seemed to be was a good sign indeed. “I should speak to the lady in there? I see, I see. You and your friends' help is much appreciated, I thank you, good sir.” Offering a respectful nod to the man, Grandma quickly pulled aside one of her own sailors, speaking into the man’s ear in a hushed tone. “Once these Varan fellows finish assisting you, offer them some free drinks and a meal. And make it something nicer than the usual rations. You lot can all join them in it, naturally.” With that matter out of the way, Grandma took off towards the customs office. Her cane clicked rhythmically as she walked, only stopping when she reached the door of the office. Pausing a moment to adjust her cloak, Grandma checked behind her to ensure Skarlet was still in tow before entering the building.
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The Twin Cities
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Roleplay posts: 18
Registered: Sept 9, 2021 17:15:05 GMT -5
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Post by The Twin Cities on Sept 13, 2023 14:02:11 GMT -5
The receptionist had witnessed a diverse array of individuals passing through – from weary newcomers and rugged travelers to elegantly attired diplomats and envoys. "Ah, Voruta," she mused, a place she had heard of before. The Brotherhood and the Varan were both familiar with this location. It was possible that Rudiger might find his purpose with one of these groups. "Sir Rudiger, I can provide directions to the Brotherhood. They should have some knowledge of Voruta. It's heartening to know that some Vorutans endured the Flood." Should Rudiger accept, he would receive guidance to the Knights of the Black Cross Headquarters. "You'll encounter a Knight-Brother there, Komtur Adrian. He may be of assistance to you, Sir Rudiger." The receptionist signaled for an assistant to approach, instructing them to procure supplies for Rudiger and something for Bob as well. As Rudiger prepared to leave, the receptionist handed him an apple she had tucked behind the desk. "I had planned to have it for lunch," she quipped, "but I believe your steed would appreciate it more than I would."
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The Twin Cities
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Roleplay posts: 18
Registered: Sept 9, 2021 17:15:05 GMT -5
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Post by The Twin Cities on Sept 13, 2023 14:07:24 GMT -5
Grandma and Skarlet had just missed Rudiger as he exited the building, headed towards his own destination. Upon entering the circular room with its vaulted ceilings, they discovered the receptionist still at her post. "Ah, greetings," she exclaimed, her voice resonating through the expansive space. "I was informed of the arrival of an Isran vessel," she remarked, her head tilting slightly as she squinted inquisitively. "Is this a matter of business?" She exhibited a degree of caution, well aware of the Isran leader's prior reluctance to engage in trade with the Twins. "If you wish, I can arrange for some water and perhaps a selection of fresh fruits." Her aim was to create a positive impression on the visitors, irrespective of the nature of their visit.
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Skarlet
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: Her exact age is ambiguous but she has lived atleast a couple human lifetimes by now.
Appearance: Skarlet has Pale skin, red eyes and sharp teeth when she needs them. Her hair is dark brown but she has a streak of red in the front. Her wardrobe is always designed to cover up as much of her body as she can to shield herself from the sun.
Skills and Abilities: Night Vision
Enhanced Senses
Dream Walker
Vampirism
Flash Freezing technique
Biological Manipulation
Biography: Lady Skarlet is a Vampire and adopted daughter of Lady Naoki, though she's not exactly the same Skarlet that she knew from back then. This Skarlet came from an alternate future where something terrible had happened to Lady Naoki, and Skarlet became leader of her own nation for a while, years passed since and Skarlet has had a couple more families, she waged war against Men and Demons, She's loved and lost.
Naoki should be able to tell that even though Skarlet looks as young as ever, her eyes have changed and hint that she has probably lived through a couple lifetimes since last they saw each other.
Allegiances: Lady Naoki
Place of Residence: Naoki's Estate
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 14:38:24 GMT -5
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Post by Skarlet on Sept 13, 2023 15:07:47 GMT -5
Once inside and she determined she was in a shady enough spot, Skarlet removed her helmet and let her dark, red-highlighted hair down and did a little head shake before tidying it up. She stays behind Grandma and lets her handle the introductions, and while standing there her eyes scan the room to see if there is anything interesting to look at such as Maps, Charts, and News Bulletins perhaps.
When food an drink was offered she responded, "None for me, thank you."
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Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: Appears to be in her 80's
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Appearance: An elderly woman with a wiry frame who most notably possesses unnatural height, standing at well over seven feet tall even when hunched over her cane. Her hair is grayish-white and normally done up in a bun and her eyes are also gray in color. Her skin is very pale and has an almost grayish hue to it. Her nails are long, black, and sharpened at the tip.
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Equipment: She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others' spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish-colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for communication with others who own similar bracelets.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled at knitting!
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Biography: While the details of Grandma's past are shrouded in mystery, since first meeting Naoki she has served essentially one role, that of advisor. While her titles have varied as Naoki moved up the social ladder of Isra, her continued support, and assistance she offered to Naoki have never wavered.
Even following the destruction of Isra, Grandma continues to follow and offer guidance to Lady Naoki as they attempt to rebuild from the wreckage.
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Allegiances: Naoki
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 19:51:53 GMT -5
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Post by Grandma on Sept 13, 2023 22:20:49 GMT -5
“Primarily business, but…” Grandma’s gaze swept across the room before settling on the receptionist, an almost mischievous smile causing the old woman’s lips to curl. “A bit of fun is important to keep oneself sane in this day and age.” A few strides later and Grandma easily closed the distance between herself and the receptionist.
“I am known as Grandma and am… Lady Naoki’s advisor.” Offering the slightest of bows towards the receptionist, Grandma motioned towards Skarlet with her gauntleted hand with a flourish. “This is Skarlet, Lady Naoki’s daughter.” The wariness of the receptionist didn’t escape Grandma’s notice, but such a reaction didn’t necessarily surprise her. Naoki had informed her of the meeting with Ralf and well…
“If it’s not too much trouble, that does sound rather nice. I’m a bit parched from the journey here.” The offering of refreshments was a friendly gesture and Grandma wished to show her appreciation for such things. “Skarlet and I were hoping to meet with Ralf Valgard, I understand given his position in the Twin Cities he’s no doubt a busy man. Is a meeting with him perhaps something you could help us arrange?”
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The Twin Cities
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Roleplay posts: 18
Registered: Sept 9, 2021 17:15:05 GMT -5
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Post by The Twin Cities on Sept 13, 2023 22:27:54 GMT -5
"Indeed, Ralf is a busy man," the receptionist began, her voice carrying the weight of his responsibilities, "constantly engaged in meetings with leaders from far and wide, and tirelessly touring the settlement to ensure its prosperity." Her eyes sparkled with an understanding of Ralf's dedication. "But," she continued with a knowing smile, "I believe he can certainly make time for you, my dear Grandma, for you are no ordinary visitor. Your presence here carries the gravitas of Isran business, and Ralf would be keen to hear you." She shrugged, "alternatively, if you'd like, you can roam the settlement and get a feel for things. Perhaps visit the Silver Serpent?"
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Johann IV of Bayern
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Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 34
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Appearance: Tall, athletically built, strong facial features, a shock of dark black hair that fell to his shoulders... can no longer describe the youngest son of Albrecht II. He still stands at 6'4", but a life of rich foods and copious amounts of alcohol has taken their toll, and the athletic build has become a prodigious gut. His hairline has started to recede, and the long locks has been cut to be more manageable. A scar along his left cheek from a heathen's sword has marred what few good looks he had remaining.
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Equipment: Before the flood, of noble house enabled Johann to have the richest, most fashionable, and flattering clothes. As such he was rarely under dressed for any event. In fact the opposite was often been said of him, with his personal tailors complained quite often for the seeming lack of decorum in the care of his clothing. Though since the Flood he is now limited to whatever fine furs could be stowed upon his ship before the tide washed away Ingerhold. His ship is a small carrack designed for lakes rather than oceans named after the patron Saint of Bayern, Nahum.
As befitting a man of high stature, he has a full suit of plate armor fitted to him. His main weapon is a war hammer, though he carries a sword mostly for ceremony.
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Skills and Abilities: Despite being rotund, Johann is still rather well versed in the martial arts with melee weapons. He is a gifted rider, though he may need assistance with mounting a rather sturdy horse. He also been known to empty kegs of beer by himself, which is a gift I suppose.
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Allegiances: Twin Cities
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 19:21:14 GMT -5
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Post by Johann IV of Bayern on Dec 17, 2023 20:23:04 GMT -5
Three days had passed since they had set their sign to Aquarius, the water carrier who had doused the world in a flood and now which they sought salvation. The first was nothing but grumbling at the impetuous monk who had dared interjected himself into the sailors' profession. The monk, for his part, was spent wondering if he had made a horrible mistake and if the wrath of the noble would see him thrown overboard if the prophecy was proven wrong. The Boar sat in what would have been the Captain's quarters save that he commandeered them. It was his carrack after all, even if the old Duchy of Bayern had been drowned he was still owed all feudal rights and duties that were owed him. It also helped that he had hidden the key that led to the storeroom of ale in a place only he knew so if there was a mutiny they would be out several large casks of the last ale Bayern ever produced.
The second day the mists started to lift, and everyone's spirits with them. The monk, who finally revealed his name to be Hermann, still not dared to get his hopes too high as the glances from the Boar still warned him that if this proved a trick he would still be fish food. The Boar did provide extra ale rations much to the delight of the rest of the crew.
The third saw land spotted in the morning, and the twin cities sitting proudly across the bay from each other. The relief that flooded over the ship could have sunk the vessel if made tangible. Not knowing what welcome the vessel would encounter the Boar and his Men at Arms prepared accordingly. Plate armor was strapped on, swords given to rust by the sea foam scrubbed clean, and good and honorable Brother Hermann (now considered by the crew something of a Saint in the flesh) gave a blessing over all.
It was much to the shock that the voices that cried out from fishing ships in the harbor were of their native Vessian, though few if any using the Bayern dialect. A welcome relief that they were among their cousins, and an opportunity decided Johann. As the ship pulled to a pier and the gangway lowered the Men at Arms stood to attention, holding the banner of old Bayern and played on the trumpet that would have announced their seizure of the gates of a city long drowned. Johann of Bayern, Fourth of his name, sauntered (as well as he could in plate) down the gangplank as if he already owned this new Duchy. Which in some small part of his mind he thought he did, which was evidenced by him attempting to barge his way to the front of the line at the customs office.
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Twin Cities
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Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 20:31:28 GMT -5
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Post by Twin Cities on Dec 18, 2023 22:25:01 GMT -5
“The iron fist ‘pon lance’s shaft, the-” This singing very abruptly stopped as watchmen and clerks alike immediately hid their beverages and instruments upon seeing a ship in the distance. Telescopes expanded and weapons were picked up. Recently there had been a brief lull in the amount of ships that were seen arriving that the mouth of the islands that the Twins represented, what with the initial wave of refugees from many worlds all settled in. But now ships were coming more and more albeit with the purpose of commerce now that some semblance of civilization was established.
But this ship was different. Hundreds of eyes looking at it knew not what it meant, but hundreds more recognized exactly what it was with very variable reactions. Fear, annoyance, joy, pride in one’s former liege, all were felt in some though it would be difficult to get the exact breakdown of such thoughts.
Ultimately, way was made for Johann as he descended off of the ship. While much of the Varan present raised their eyebrows in confusion, every Vessian be they Vessischer or any other ethnicity of the Empire was willing to still respect the old laws, and the new mandates also made room for at least some measure of privilege for those that could prove noble blood.
This good reception however, would be met with an unfortunate obstacle in the form of the Clerk at the desk. “Fredrich, take a break.” said a man, his eyes narrowing evilly. He was almost certain that Johann would not recognize him, but he knew the pig when he saw it. As a man of low station who believed he was wronged by his liege in the old world, he was glad to at last be in a position to take some form of what he perceived as vengeance. Mentally he rubbed his hands as a fly would over a heap of dung, his tongue running across his teeth as the small man already imagined what petty ways he could inconvenience Johann to avenge perceived wrongs.
Mr. Karlitz gave a very insincerely polite smile to Johann as the desk was approached. “Hello Mister. What can the island do for you?” he asked, his voice tender, the cheese on a mouse trap.
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Johann IV of Bayern
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 34
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Appearance: Tall, athletically built, strong facial features, a shock of dark black hair that fell to his shoulders... can no longer describe the youngest son of Albrecht II. He still stands at 6'4", but a life of rich foods and copious amounts of alcohol has taken their toll, and the athletic build has become a prodigious gut. His hairline has started to recede, and the long locks has been cut to be more manageable. A scar along his left cheek from a heathen's sword has marred what few good looks he had remaining.
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Equipment: Before the flood, of noble house enabled Johann to have the richest, most fashionable, and flattering clothes. As such he was rarely under dressed for any event. In fact the opposite was often been said of him, with his personal tailors complained quite often for the seeming lack of decorum in the care of his clothing. Though since the Flood he is now limited to whatever fine furs could be stowed upon his ship before the tide washed away Ingerhold. His ship is a small carrack designed for lakes rather than oceans named after the patron Saint of Bayern, Nahum.
As befitting a man of high stature, he has a full suit of plate armor fitted to him. His main weapon is a war hammer, though he carries a sword mostly for ceremony.
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Skills and Abilities: Despite being rotund, Johann is still rather well versed in the martial arts with melee weapons. He is a gifted rider, though he may need assistance with mounting a rather sturdy horse. He also been known to empty kegs of beer by himself, which is a gift I suppose.
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Allegiances: Twin Cities
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 19:21:14 GMT -5
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Post by Johann IV of Bayern on Dec 19, 2023 21:39:06 GMT -5
Mr. Karlitz was right, the Boar certainly did not recognize him. He did not bother to waste mental image on the clerks, lowborn, or other lackeys that often flocked their way to his court. No, all that mental (and some physical if it could not be avoided) energy was devoted to unifying his realms, placing himself on the Imperial Throne, and when his next meal was.
But it did not take memory to see the coldness behind the eyes that greeted him, the sniveling little smile that was plastered on the clerk's face as Johann and his entourage approached. The entourage was only the Brother Hermann and his book of the Saints, along with a scroll that was the best they could muster for a ship's manifest.
"Mister." It took Johann a moment to register the insult. It was clearly an intentional slight, seeing as how the crowd had parted for his arrival they knew exactly who he was and what proper respect he was to be shown. And the reddening of his cheeks showed exactly how well he handled even slight slights.
"I AM no MISTER," he growled out between gritted teeth, "I AM the rightful DUKE and LORD of BAYERN, JOHANN IV. AND YOU," he grabbed the shipping manifest from the hands of a surprised Brother Hermann, who while used to the violent mood swings of the Boar was taken by surprise by how he was just in good cheer a second ago and now intensely angry, "will do right to remember that. I come with my party to seek safe harbor and bring my own supplies." He finished by passing over the manifest, which would reveal substantial barrels of the finest Bayern ale (while at least one was half drained the others were full) several chests of gold, and at least some food.
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Twin Cities
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Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 20:31:28 GMT -5
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Post by Twin Cities on Dec 21, 2023 17:42:54 GMT -5
The smile did not depart from the Clerk's face. Briefly, he was frightened that Johann would hit him and it would be a toss of the coin if any sort of reprimand would come to the nobleman for it. However, the seeming anger that Johann was experiencing was certainly a pleasure to Karlitz. Already, he was imagining how this incident might deteriorate the health of the man's heart, and might yet lead him to a much earlier grave. Still, these fantasies for now would have to be put on the back burner as the interaction had only just started.
"Ah, good Sir, that is a most curious and particular claim to make." Taking the offered shipping manifest, he gave it one glance so that he could say he read it (when in fact, he did not) and then smiled. "Oh, dear. This is certainly a very interesting document. Unfortunately, it is completely unverifiable as legitimate, in particular with archival vaults to cross-reference it being absent it. Unfortunately, we have nothing to go on to confirm its veracity. Now, please, allow me a moment to take record of your arrival." The man reached back for a ledger which he tilted just so it would be visible and simply wrote down "Mr. Johann Bayern", ignoring the connective von of the familial name.
"If you would like, sir*, I can contact an official to make an appointment for a verification of nobility and bloodline. Until then, would you like to perform a test of citizenship of the Twin Cities? You seem to speak the language and possess oh... most of the sufficient qualities." A veiled insult that Johann was lacking in some requirement or another.
*The lowercase s would be very audible
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Nina
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Roleplay posts: 291
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 10:46:08 GMT -5
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Post by Nina on Jan 6, 2024 4:55:27 GMT -5
Two times a day, the great strait between the ocean and the inner sea became challenging to all but the most experienced sailors. As the tide rushed in or out the narrow space, the current pulled small ships along with it, in a turbulent flow that bubbled and split and got tangled into maelstroms in places, on rare occasion smashing boats against the rocky walls. Braving the waves was especially chancy when wind added to the strength of the current, as it did today, a biting cool breeze rushing in from the inner sea carrying the scent of a storm. On the horizon, one could catch the faintest line of black clouds. Most fishing vessels had already left the strait, hoping to catch their haul before having to return, or planning to take shelter in natural harbours. A boat was outrunning the storm. It was a small thing, like a black feather bobbing over the waves, with a sail that seemed to reflect the morning sun, flickering here, there, at tremendous speed. It answered the worried warning from a nearby fishing vessel with a gleeful shout, and seemed to carry only one figure, by voice a woman. Her limbs seemed too thin to man the sail; her boat unearthly light upon the waves. Yet the only obvious magic was that of skill, as she heeded the fishermen's warning. In the strait, the sail was lowered, tilted, the black boat moving in tightly controlled zigzags to avoid being swept away. The boat made it to harbour without incident, and was rowed to a pier with an oar that looked as if it had been modeled after a maple seed. Now, it might become obvious to people that the stranger passed by that the sail was in fact an oval leaf, and the light ship was covered entirely with oiled black feathers. The lone figure aboard, a young woman with red, wind-tanned face and saltwater glistening among the many beads in her hair, stood up from the furs she had wrapped around her legs, moored her boat, pulled herself up onto the pier and promptly sat down to breathe, with that dazed expression of one close to bursting into laugher. It was not the first time the stranger had visited Wulfgardt 1 (an issue which may, or may not come back to bite her). But her head spun around to take in all the changes that had occurred in little more than a season, and she thought that she would have never dared face its worst currents in her previous boat. She took enough time to rest that it only felt natural for someone to point her in the right direction. It's the office, they said, it's over there, closer to the piers for large ships but not that far off; thank you, she answered. Inside the building, the stranger froze. Near the door, she shuffled her shabby boots in place. The walls were blue, blue, blue as if she'd stepped into the sky, and there was paper, paper everywhere, and Nina could not help but turn her head and stare and try to sniff the air inconspicuously as she tried to capture, to remember, the scent of paper. She failed – at being inconspicuous, that is. “I'm Nina, the travelling painter.” She said, when asked. “Nina of the Azure Coast, now, I presume.” The taste of those words on her tongue still felt foreign. Her eyes darted back to the wall. “It's a nice colour.” She said. Her eyebrows raised in a discomforted twitch, as she was trying to process what the clerk was telling her. “What do you mean I need to diclare what I brought in?” The young woman gazed suspiciously at the mountains of paper. “Why?” 1Locals may remember the bark-paper fliers spread around in the summer about some sort of magic seminar near Port Argentium. Some papers had even reached Neue Ritterheim, though if directly or carried by curious citizens, no one could tell. Certain it was that the Census and Customs office had no record of the 'Nina' or 'Gray' mentioned within them, and no record at all of the 'Azure Coast'...
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Twin Cities
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Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 20:31:28 GMT -5
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Post by Twin Cities on Jan 8, 2024 15:11:02 GMT -5
"'ere we go, just as I thought we would go home early." one of the guards at the office said, clicking his tongue in disappointment. "Oh well."
As Nina came in, it seemed she had a prepared answer for everything. That gave the guard some modicum of annoyance. People were supposed to think before they responded, not act like they knew everything. "Travelling painter? Who the hell's paying for paintings these days, when a bunch of folk on these islands ain't even got roofs over their heads yet?"
He raised an eyebrow as Nina began to question him. "You never been through any sort of bureaucracy before have you dear? Rule one, I'm asking the questions. But bless your soul I'll tell you to make this go smoother. You need to declare what you brought in so that I know you're not planning to give pipeweed to the children or start making folk join a creepy cult of witchcraft, you understand now? A safety, measure. A precaution. If people could bring in whatever the hells they wanted and not even tell us we'd be letting in a lot of threats from the physical to the mystical to the moral. Now then, what you got here? Oh and uhh, what business are you on? Or would you like to know why I need to know that too?"
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Nina
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Roleplay posts: 291
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 10:46:08 GMT -5
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Post by Nina on Jan 11, 2024 14:57:44 GMT -5
“Well,” Nina said, keeping an affable tone, “if you know someone 'round here who's into paintings, I'd really appreciate it!”
She shrugged. What she did not do was look pointedly around. What she did not say was that if there was a land where she could exchange her craft for more practical items, it had to be the one with...her eyes followed a ray of sunlight as it barely touched a desk before fading...what was it? Ah. Paper and windows. Isra had them too, of course. Good luck trading in Isra these days.
Nina wondered whether the restrictions were genuinely meant to help the citizens of Port Argentium and ensure equality. Or whether they had been intended to force inhabitants into such specialized roles that they would not have the skills to set out on their own. Was this place any better? Nina decided to tread carefully. She was not quite sure if the 'cult' or the 'witchcraft' had been the issue in the other's warning.
“I...I'd like to trade!” Nervously, Nina fidgeted with one of the beaded braids in her hair. “I have a couple of pelts. Twenty rabbits. One winter fur.” Twirling the beads in her fingers, she kept count. “Two foxes, one deer. Scale-cats...two.” Her eyes were focused. The homesteads had traded with her, or outright given her much of this. She needed to turn in around in order to improve her standing with them. “Fish leather, two palms' widths.” That was made by her. Not much, really, but this journey was more about figuring out what she could get away with selling. “Paintings, of course. 'bout four times my height in nettle rope. Assorted cord and string.” She rattled on. 'Breathe.' Remember Theodosia. Theodosia would be confident with whatever she is selling. “A few curios, like shells made of stone.” Focus. “And...and...couple of other samples. Rocks, especially.” Nina shrugged. “In case anyone here is interested in rocks. I have good rocks.” She grinned.
Her eyes darted out of the window that the sun-ray had retreated through.
“I am also wondering if there's any warehouse I can leave my boat in.” Nina spoke. “'t's built a tad light, and I don't like the look of that storm coming in.”
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Johann IV of Bayern
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Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 34
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Appearance: Tall, athletically built, strong facial features, a shock of dark black hair that fell to his shoulders... can no longer describe the youngest son of Albrecht II. He still stands at 6'4", but a life of rich foods and copious amounts of alcohol has taken their toll, and the athletic build has become a prodigious gut. His hairline has started to recede, and the long locks has been cut to be more manageable. A scar along his left cheek from a heathen's sword has marred what few good looks he had remaining.
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Equipment: Before the flood, of noble house enabled Johann to have the richest, most fashionable, and flattering clothes. As such he was rarely under dressed for any event. In fact the opposite was often been said of him, with his personal tailors complained quite often for the seeming lack of decorum in the care of his clothing. Though since the Flood he is now limited to whatever fine furs could be stowed upon his ship before the tide washed away Ingerhold. His ship is a small carrack designed for lakes rather than oceans named after the patron Saint of Bayern, Nahum.
As befitting a man of high stature, he has a full suit of plate armor fitted to him. His main weapon is a war hammer, though he carries a sword mostly for ceremony.
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Skills and Abilities: Despite being rotund, Johann is still rather well versed in the martial arts with melee weapons. He is a gifted rider, though he may need assistance with mounting a rather sturdy horse. He also been known to empty kegs of beer by himself, which is a gift I suppose.
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Allegiances: Twin Cities
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 19:21:14 GMT -5
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Post by Johann IV of Bayern on Jan 12, 2024 21:40:40 GMT -5
The smile did not depart from the Clerk's face. Briefly, he was frightened that Johann would hit him and it would be a toss of the coin if any sort of reprimand would come to the nobleman for it. However, the seeming anger that Johann was experiencing was certainly a pleasure to Karlitz. Already, he was imagining how this incident might deteriorate the health of the man's heart, and might yet lead him to a much earlier grave. Still, these fantasies for now would have to be put on the back burner as the interaction had only just started. "Ah, good Sir, that is a most curious and particular claim to make." Taking the offered shipping manifest, he gave it one glance so that he could say he read it (when in fact, he did not) and then smiled. "Oh, dear. This is certainly a very interesting document. Unfortunately, it is completely unverifiable as legitimate, in particular with archival vaults to cross-reference it being absent it. Unfortunately, we have nothing to go on to confirm its veracity. Now, please, allow me a moment to take record of your arrival." The man reached back for a ledger which he tilted just so it would be visible and simply wrote down "Mr. Johann Bayern", ignoring the connective von of the familial name. "If you would like, sir*, I can contact an official to make an appointment for a verification of nobility and bloodline. Until then, would you like to perform a test of citizenship of the Twin Cities? You seem to speak the language and possess oh... most of the sufficient qualities." A veiled insult that Johann was lacking in some requirement or another. * The lowercase s would be very audible"Tests... TESTS! I AM NOT AN ERRANT SCHOOL BOY RUNNING FROM MY TUTOR!" Fully roared the Boar as he pounded his fist down onto the counter, fully enraged now. It did not take a genius to know when he was getting screwed with, and this uppity clerk was grabbing him by the hips it felt like. Showing him the ledger, the very clear demotion of rank he was granted with by the Gods and Saints alone, and offering a lousy stinking test to prove what was already evident by his own noble bearing and breeding was just about enough to make him jump over the counter. Which he might have done if it wasn't for the plate armor, and the hand of the rather concerned monk on his elbow. Not that that would have done much to restrain him if he truly wanted to put this clerk's head on a pike. "S-Sir, it might be in b-bad taste," the poor monk stuttered an attempted reminder through clicking teeth, "to be kicked out of the only l-l-land we've seen in how long?" "BAD- Bad taste?" Johann, clearly struggling not to strike the much smaller monk for daring to lay a hand on him without invitation, growled out. But, there was a truth in it. Gods knew where the next port would be and if they would have supplies to take them to it. He was not deaf, he could hear the growlings of mutiny on the ship before they had found their way. Besides, it would do his luck any to strike a holy man. Turning to the Clerk he snarled, "Do your verifications. What is this damnable test?"
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Twin Cities
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 20:31:28 GMT -5
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Post by Twin Cities on Jan 13, 2024 3:18:11 GMT -5
“Well,” Nina said, keeping an affable tone, “if you know someone 'round here who's into paintings, I'd really appreciate it!” She shrugged. What she did not do was look pointedly around. What she did not say was that if there was a land where she could exchange her craft for more practical items, it had to be the one with...her eyes followed a ray of sunlight as it barely touched a desk before fading...what was it? Ah. Paper and windows. Isra had them too, of course. Good luck trading in Isra these days. Nina wondered whether the restrictions were genuinely meant to help the citizens of Port Argentium and ensure equality. Or whether they had been intended to force inhabitants into such specialized roles that they would not have the skills to set out on their own. Was this place any better? Nina decided to tread carefully. She was not quite sure if the 'cult' or the 'witchcraft' had been the issue in the other's warning. “I...I'd like to trade!” Nervously, Nina fidgeted with one of the beaded braids in her hair. “I have a couple of pelts. Twenty rabbits. One winter fur.” Twirling the beads in her fingers, she kept count. “Two foxes, one deer. Scale-cats...two.” Her eyes were focused. The homesteads had traded with her, or outright given her much of this. She needed to turn in around in order to improve her standing with them. “Fish leather, two palms' widths.” That was made by her. Not much, really, but this journey was more about figuring out what she could get away with selling. “Paintings, of course. 'bout four times my height in nettle rope. Assorted cord and string.” She rattled on. 'Breathe.' Remember Theodosia. Theodosia would be confident with whatever she is selling. “A few curios, like shells made of stone.” Focus. “And...and...couple of other samples. Rocks, especially.” Nina shrugged. “In case anyone here is interested in rocks. I have good rocks.” She grinned. Her eyes darted out of the window that the sun-ray had retreated through. “I am also wondering if there's any warehouse I can leave my boat in.” Nina spoke. “'t's built a tad light, and I don't like the look of that storm coming in.” The man scratched his head, genuinely thinking if he knew anybody that was into paintings. "Well, some of the buggers that managed to already make a pretty penny, I suppose. Any officials, or really anyone 'cultured', like one of the head honchos, that creepy Witch-Hunter Mr. Wewelsburg. But uhh, well, not to be impolite, but they better be good ones. Like, actually good. Our culture is a very literally minded one, they oughtn't be anything abstract or particularly expressionist for that matter either." He snorted deeply, seeming to approve of these preconditions for art. "Or maybe if its runic chicken-scratch the viking fellows might like it, damned if I know." He leaned on a counter as Nina said she'd like to trade. "Oh yeah? Well, alright." He reached down under, and produced a piece of parchment with a great amount of text upon it at the bottom of which was a line on which presumably somebody was to sign. Beside it, he thudded down an inkwell and a pen. "Can you read? If not this is just a list of nastiness you promise you aren't bringing and the nasty things we will do to you if you were caught lying and that you indeed read and understood all this. Sign 'ere." he said, tapping a gauntleted finger on the line. "Its permanent, up until the moment we decide any amendments might need to be made to it." As the woman asked about having her boat stored, the guard sighed, whistling to some tattooed fellows having a chat some distance away. "Pay those buggers a few and they'll lug it and keep it safe for you. Do you happen to need a guide, Miss? This place has changed a lot. I think they got one or two available. 'course, its probably the ones desperate for coin looking at the weather."
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