Maggie Sawfish
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: Blueish-grey skin with pallid pink scar tissue and gums, solid red eyes that become paler the longer she goes without blood, messy stringy white hair. Prominent fangs, wears a dark blue jacket and become hat.
Equipment: Two bottles for general use and one bottle exclusively for alcohol, three vials of fermented blood, a corpse fisher net, a broken ship wheel handle. A metal breast plate.
Skills and Abilities: Comparable strength and agility to a trained soldier, very good swimmer, no need to breathe or eat though she does enjoy eating, only needs to consume blood or ichor to sustain herself.
Practitioner of esoteric vampire magic known as the twisting which can be used to wring a living thing out like a dishrag to harvest an ethereal fluid called ichor produced by the living when they are violent, self indulgent, guilty or cruel.
Practitioner of necromancy, capable of raising multiple corpses as thralls provided they are waterlogged with saltwater. More power can be channeled to mutate a suitable corpse into a more monstrous form even if severely damaged. This however is draining and saltwater must be absorbed into the body or ingested in order to maintain the binding or recharge.
Skilled with using polearms with an emphasis on sweeping and cutting (halberds, partizans, etc)
Knows how to fermented blood and brew grog.
Biography: Press ganged into an Undead pirate lord's crew as a deckhand and bloodbag, the admiral took a liking to her and eventually turned her while forcing himself on her. As payment for this Maggie later staked him with one of the ship wheel's handles. After some time of sweet freedom and adapting to a new life (and finding that blood and ichor taste horrible.) The floods eventually came and dragged Maggie away.
Registered: Mar 2, 2022 19:08:30 GMT -5
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Post by Maggie Sawfish on Dec 24, 2022 14:04:17 GMT -5
The man would find no puncture wounds upon the haggard seawoman's neck, either they were somewhere else, or perhaps her nature required no biting at all. "Magda-...Maggie. Maggie Sawfish, undead sailor and vampire killer at yer service." Her voice held a hesitation with that first half spoken word, the correction however was tinged with a strangled melancholy, gradually fading into a barely noticable hint of spite when refering to her feats. "As for food...well not really I think I remember eating something a while back but well..." The melancholic tones oozed back into her voice like leaks in a dam. "Food is justa well a hobby shall we say. Are there animals on this rock?"
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Gray
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 125
Registered: Jul 2, 2021 10:00:37 GMT -5
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Post by Gray on Dec 31, 2022 10:21:28 GMT -5
“Cats.” Gray mused.
He crossed eyes with a scruffy tabby eyeing his fish.
“Inadvisable.”
Then:
“The best suited in terms of size would be the griffins. But I dare say you might need some trust gained before approaching the empress's valued beasts.” As well from the handlers, Gray knew, as (or even more) from the griffins themselves. It was rumoured that the eke-name1 “fresh meat” for new recruits had started in the griffin paddock.
“There are wild beasts in the forests, of many sorts.” Gray continued. His eyes pointedly went from the weapon at Maggie's side, to her eyes. She did seem to be quite a tough lady. Would probably survive. “Assuming you're willing to learn, you could join one of the hunting squads. Game has to be bled out regardless, I've been told, so the meat doesn't go sour.” A tilt of the head. “In the barracks you should find people able to aid you, if you don't want to go all the way to the satellite settlements.”
Gray's smile didn't feel fake as much as perpendicular to standard human emotion.
“Forgive me, but that seems quite exhausting to start with, doesn't it?” He watched her carefully. There was the way Maggie spoke, to a certain weight in her movements...She didn't look well.
He pointed in yet another direction.
“There's the infirmary, of course.” The same watchful gaze. “Leeches are sometimes employed, and every now and then surgeons find themselves with an extra leg, so you might be able to work something out with them.” Though he kept his tone equal, Gray could barely suppress a shudder. The thought of eating anywhere near that den of germ inequity made him fantasize of burning it all to the ground.
That the assassin had told a potential predator of potential helpless victims might surprise. But sharing was its own manner of information control. If anything suspicious happened, Gray had laid the very trail he could follow back.
He'd just have to make sure he was paid for it.
“I might be able to work something out,” the man told her.
His attention was drawn to the tabby which had moved, still staring at his lunch, threateningly closer.
“Blood for information. How does that sound?”
OOC: 1ekename – archaic form (and possible origin) of 'nickname'
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Maggie Sawfish
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: Blueish-grey skin with pallid pink scar tissue and gums, solid red eyes that become paler the longer she goes without blood, messy stringy white hair. Prominent fangs, wears a dark blue jacket and become hat.
Equipment: Two bottles for general use and one bottle exclusively for alcohol, three vials of fermented blood, a corpse fisher net, a broken ship wheel handle. A metal breast plate.
Skills and Abilities: Comparable strength and agility to a trained soldier, very good swimmer, no need to breathe or eat though she does enjoy eating, only needs to consume blood or ichor to sustain herself.
Practitioner of esoteric vampire magic known as the twisting which can be used to wring a living thing out like a dishrag to harvest an ethereal fluid called ichor produced by the living when they are violent, self indulgent, guilty or cruel.
Practitioner of necromancy, capable of raising multiple corpses as thralls provided they are waterlogged with saltwater. More power can be channeled to mutate a suitable corpse into a more monstrous form even if severely damaged. This however is draining and saltwater must be absorbed into the body or ingested in order to maintain the binding or recharge.
Skilled with using polearms with an emphasis on sweeping and cutting (halberds, partizans, etc)
Knows how to fermented blood and brew grog.
Biography: Press ganged into an Undead pirate lord's crew as a deckhand and bloodbag, the admiral took a liking to her and eventually turned her while forcing himself on her. As payment for this Maggie later staked him with one of the ship wheel's handles. After some time of sweet freedom and adapting to a new life (and finding that blood and ichor taste horrible.) The floods eventually came and dragged Maggie away.
Registered: Mar 2, 2022 19:08:30 GMT -5
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Post by Maggie Sawfish on Dec 31, 2022 13:37:50 GMT -5
"Hmm..don't think I can drink cats anyway." Her cracked lips curled with distaste. "Something about ancient curses with witches or something, probably bollocks but I'm not going ta chance it."
The man spoke of much, hunting parties could be a good source of blood, but really he might be thinking of trying to get a good way to stake her without much public fuss, he was friendly. Maybe a bit too friendly, after all why else would someone trust a vampire with the location of an infirmary, and regardless she doubted the people there would let her drink from their patients, not exactly something she wanted to do herself either.
"Information eh? Well I'm unsure how much of it'd be useful ta yourself, but well I don't have much to hide, nobody I knew seems to be here....wait what do you mean them surgeons find an extra leg?"
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Gray
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 125
Registered: Jul 2, 2021 10:00:37 GMT -5
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Post by Gray on Jan 12, 2023 13:43:18 GMT -5
“Amputations,” Gray explained. “Let's go.”
The man slipped though the lively market like an oil drop in water, at once standing out and oddly difficult to follow. Perhaps it was the way he moved, falling in step with the tides of people naturally. Perhaps it was something more. He looked back only once.
If Maggie chose to follow the white-haired man, her path would continue going up, up, through a colourful, chaotic, half-organized array of stalls. The little girl from earlier gave her a friendly wave from her mother's shoulders. Tingg, thonk, rang the hammer from the blacksmith's quarters. Behind a rough set of boxes and three-legged stools, the carpenter's apprentice was haggling with a househusband. A smell of grilled, slightly charred sausages drifted across the road, while a few steps away, a fussy fortune-teller in veils would try to sell Maggie on an Amulet for Health and Protection from Drowning.
The stalls would get sparser. After a few turns, Gray's soot-like cloak would turn away from the path, and up the steps of what looked like a construction site. The wooden building had no door yet, nor windows, and only the support beams stood in place for what appeared to be a top floor that had been planned.
Inside, in the cool shadows, the assassin waited.
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Idalia
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Adult aged. Idalia is adult aged.
Appearance: When Idalia looks in the mirror she thinks she is pretty. She describes herself as white. Her hair is white, her wings are white, and her skin is white. Her eyes are a gentle pink color, almost the same pink her cheeks get when she's flustered. She uses her clothes to add a splash of color to her pale complexion. In the kitchen, she wears a white apron and a sweater underneath if it is chilly. She often wears colorful flexible pants to easily glide her way through the kitchen. Sometimes she can be seen sporting a long colorful skirty. OH YEA the most important part! Idalia is 10 slugs tall.
Equipment: Idalia usually carries her items in an over-the-shoulder cotton bag. Her items include jars of spices, sharpened knives wrapped in leather, a sharpening stone, and her favorite stuffed charm in the shape of a fluffy ram.
Skills and Abilities: Idalia isn't much of a fighter, but her knowledge of breaking down and hunting makes her capable of being one. She doesn't enjoy confrontation or combat but if someone were to threaten her livelihood then she would have no choice but to cut them down to size. She is a skilled chef with techniques from a wide variety of regions. Her cooking can cure the toughest of colds. There's something about the food she makes that always make people come back for more. It must be all the love she puts into her dishes. She is not just a wiz with savory food, she's also a mastermind when it comes to baking and dessert. How else can you have a satisfying meal if you don't have dessert?
Biography: Idalia grew up in a sheltered family who lived amongst other Arna. Arnas are what her kind is called. Her family had high hopes for her, the name she was given means "behold the sun." Maybe she was supposed to be a beacon to others. She never truly understood her name, but it sounds pretty. She went to school but didn't seem to particularly excel in it. Idalia learned the teachings of the light and how the light guides those behind it. Their noble ancestors have helped those seeking passage to brighter lands. Even now people are chosen to walk the path previous generations have lighting the way to hope. She was chosen as one of the ones that would shed light and teach others of this life. May they also believe in the light. It was during one of these trips to a new town that she discovered her love of cuisine. A street vendor selling the most aromatic food she's ever smelled. She couldn't help but take a nibble. It was just a vegetable on a stick, how good could it be? Her eyes widened. The intense flavor of this squash hit her tastebuds. She could taste the smokey flavors combined with just the right amount of heat. A squeeze of lime topped it all off. A flavor explosion, unlike anything she's ever eaten. From that moment forward, she was inspired to learn the ways of cooking so that she too can elicit that same experience from others. Joy can be found when people's stomachs are full.
Registered: Mar 2, 2023 21:16:32 GMT -5
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Post by Idalia on Mar 4, 2023 19:02:37 GMT -5
As the merchant ship pulled closer to the Isles, smoke can be seen coming from the wooden houses of a new settlement. The ship was in bad shape from the rough waters. The wood cracked and broken. The thin layer of fat coated the outside in a feeble attempt to keep the water out. Bits of water found their way through the cracks, but not enough to bring her down. The captain pulls the ship into the port.
"Civilization!" Idalia exclaimed looking to see if her friend had come above decks. This place seemed small but not unfamiliar to the towns she's visited and even lived in herself. Quickly, the boat was anchored and the bridge lowered onto the docks. The first one off the boat is none other than Pebbles herself. The rambunctious fella certainly did not have her sea legs. Idalia sighed as she saw her pet running amuck. She had a bad habit of losing that bugger but Pebbles seems to always find her way back. Idalia stepped off the boat. Her fuzzy antennae dart about taking in the new sensations of the place. She fixes her pumpkin-colored long skirt that must've risen up during the journey.
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Cil
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Appearance: Cil is a diminutive Arna with pale skin, feathery grey antennae, grey-white hair that flares at the neck, and fuzzy Moth's wings patterned in red and white. In addition to the simple yet elegant robes that adorn their body, Cil almost always wear a sheepish expression on their face - he always seems as though he has either just awoken from a nap, or is preparing for one. Like most Arna, Cil has a secondary set of arms just below the first.
Equipment: Cil's possessions of note include an iron lantern suspended from a simple wood staff, a slingshot, a traditional Arna loom, and his favorite stuffed charm in the shape of a fluffy ram.
Skills and Abilities: Cil is a skilled artisan, trained in traditional Arna silkweaving. Using Arna-sourced silk, Cil has achieved mastery of his craft, and is known for his talent for producing clothing that perfectly blends comfort and elegance. He is credited as being able to create the softest blankets ever held by mortal hands.
Registered: Mar 3, 2023 4:04:39 GMT -5
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Post by Cil on Mar 4, 2023 20:39:29 GMT -5
Idalia didn't have to wait long for Cil to show himself. The first sight of the sleepy Arna was a pair of antennae peeking over the ship's bow, worried for what might wait on the other side.
"Idalia...? Is it safe to come out?" Cil scanned the docs for signs of danger - he hadn't expected to find land again, let alone civilization. If people lived here, they could be dangerous. Who knew what manner of dangerous people had made their home here, at the end of everything? The mothfolk felt his hands tremble as he pulled himself up higher, taking a calculated risk to look around. No skulls on spikes... no bloodstains on the docks. All good signs, to be sure.
Cil's antennae fell flat against his head, still plenty apprehensive for both he and Idalia. "Whoever's out there, w-we don't want any trouble!"
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Mar 5, 2023 18:51:44 GMT -5
The merchant vessel was spotted some time ago by scouts, giving Port Argentium ample time to roll out the metaphorical red carpet. Lost souls have been washing ashore since the day they landed, sometimes in ones and twos clutching to a bit of driftwood, and more rarely in proper seafaring vessels like this one, laden with refugees.
And what Port Argentium has found, in welcoming these waterlogged travelers of the Mist, is that all of them, no matter where they’re from, respond well to a hot meal. There have been a few incidents with preferred diets, but in most cases, food is food, and warm food is better. As such, a small buffet has been rolled out, right at the foot of the docks. The fare is nothing especially fancy, merely cooked meat and vegetables, seasoned delectably.
Standing at the head of the welcoming procession, Lady Naoki raises a hand in greeting. “Hail,” she calls, as the vessel comes into earshot. At her motion, docksmen throw ropes and extend a gangplank. Standing behind her, two pageboys bear banners of Old Isra, and a handful of roundish guardsmen give an impression of order.
“Welcome to Port Argentium,” she calls up to the vessel's deck. “As the leader of this settlement, I bid you welcome, and invite you ashore — we’ve prepared some food for you.” Gesturing, she indicates the buffet tables. “I would speak to your captain, and, in time, all of you, and invite you to join our merry little settlement.”
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Idalia
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Adult aged. Idalia is adult aged.
Appearance: When Idalia looks in the mirror she thinks she is pretty. She describes herself as white. Her hair is white, her wings are white, and her skin is white. Her eyes are a gentle pink color, almost the same pink her cheeks get when she's flustered. She uses her clothes to add a splash of color to her pale complexion. In the kitchen, she wears a white apron and a sweater underneath if it is chilly. She often wears colorful flexible pants to easily glide her way through the kitchen. Sometimes she can be seen sporting a long colorful skirty. OH YEA the most important part! Idalia is 10 slugs tall.
Equipment: Idalia usually carries her items in an over-the-shoulder cotton bag. Her items include jars of spices, sharpened knives wrapped in leather, a sharpening stone, and her favorite stuffed charm in the shape of a fluffy ram.
Skills and Abilities: Idalia isn't much of a fighter, but her knowledge of breaking down and hunting makes her capable of being one. She doesn't enjoy confrontation or combat but if someone were to threaten her livelihood then she would have no choice but to cut them down to size. She is a skilled chef with techniques from a wide variety of regions. Her cooking can cure the toughest of colds. There's something about the food she makes that always make people come back for more. It must be all the love she puts into her dishes. She is not just a wiz with savory food, she's also a mastermind when it comes to baking and dessert. How else can you have a satisfying meal if you don't have dessert?
Biography: Idalia grew up in a sheltered family who lived amongst other Arna. Arnas are what her kind is called. Her family had high hopes for her, the name she was given means "behold the sun." Maybe she was supposed to be a beacon to others. She never truly understood her name, but it sounds pretty. She went to school but didn't seem to particularly excel in it. Idalia learned the teachings of the light and how the light guides those behind it. Their noble ancestors have helped those seeking passage to brighter lands. Even now people are chosen to walk the path previous generations have lighting the way to hope. She was chosen as one of the ones that would shed light and teach others of this life. May they also believe in the light. It was during one of these trips to a new town that she discovered her love of cuisine. A street vendor selling the most aromatic food she's ever smelled. She couldn't help but take a nibble. It was just a vegetable on a stick, how good could it be? Her eyes widened. The intense flavor of this squash hit her tastebuds. She could taste the smokey flavors combined with just the right amount of heat. A squeeze of lime topped it all off. A flavor explosion, unlike anything she's ever eaten. From that moment forward, she was inspired to learn the ways of cooking so that she too can elicit that same experience from others. Joy can be found when people's stomachs are full.
Registered: Mar 2, 2023 21:16:32 GMT -5
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Post by Idalia on Mar 7, 2023 1:19:30 GMT -5
Idalia after snatching up Pebbles before the Möfluga got too far, greeted the leader. What a strange creature. She had learned about cats and seen them. She has learned about humans and seen them, but she hasn't quite seen the two together. Her fuzzy antennae curls as she does some mental gymnastics. Did a cat and a human? Or is she an entirely separate species like how she is? Better not think about it.
Idalia the Arna stands at 10 great grey slugs tall. She's a little on the short side but at least her measurements are whole slugs. No 2/4ths of a slug, unlike some people. Idalia is white as white can be, from her hair to her wings, even the poofy fuzz around her neck. Her own built-in scarf as she calls it. It unfortunately makes wearing turtlenecks a little bit tricky, but that never stopped her. A quick beheading of the turtleneck fixes the problem, such was the case with the light-colored sweater she wears presently. She resembles that of a poodle moth. Those little guys seem to run rampant in her yard.
To new friends, Idalia's soft rose eyes look cute but her blackened sclera makes her eyes look sinister. Idalia doesn't have a sinister bone in her body. Those same eyes squint at the display of food. Not all of it looks like meat, good something for her to eat. It's not like Idalia is picky or something. Animals and Idalia just seem to wreak havoc on its journey through her digestion. Idalia is to meat as someone who can not eat gluten is to, well, gluten.
"thank you" Idalia meekly replies to Naoki's welcome. Idalia looks over to Cil, the antennae darting about to communicate with Cil. "She wants to speak to the captain. Who was the captain again? I don't know if I'm qualified to speak to her. Cil is now too early to pull out the papers? Maybe I should tell her I can help her cook the welcome food. All of it looks familiar."
Idalia was too impatient or was it too hungry to wait for Cil to answer her question before speaking again. "The captain. I am not sure who or where. I can help. I cook well" Idalia sometimes has difficulty speaking common. It is so much easier to communicate with her fellow kind. Idalia may not have a sinister bone in her body, she sure does have a plotting bone. Initiating Idalia's plan A. Gain the trust of furry tail leader. Surprise her with the business papers. She'll have to say yes then. Would she even accept these same papers? If not then maybe Idalia will have to take extreme measures. Idalia takes a look at the sharp knives in her bag. She'll have to impress the tall meow meow lady with yummy food. Then she'll have to say yes. Okay Idalia time to stop daydreaming. The lady is talking. Pay attention.
The moth kind snaps out of her daydream and nods along to whatever was said hoping it wasn't a question. "Idalia is me. Name uh my name is Idalia." Idalia be cool now. Just have to get through the talky talky stuff then you can impress her with the cooky cooky stuff. PLAN A: Tame the cat STARTS! NOW
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Cil
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Appearance: Cil is a diminutive Arna with pale skin, feathery grey antennae, grey-white hair that flares at the neck, and fuzzy Moth's wings patterned in red and white. In addition to the simple yet elegant robes that adorn their body, Cil almost always wear a sheepish expression on their face - he always seems as though he has either just awoken from a nap, or is preparing for one. Like most Arna, Cil has a secondary set of arms just below the first.
Equipment: Cil's possessions of note include an iron lantern suspended from a simple wood staff, a slingshot, a traditional Arna loom, and his favorite stuffed charm in the shape of a fluffy ram.
Skills and Abilities: Cil is a skilled artisan, trained in traditional Arna silkweaving. Using Arna-sourced silk, Cil has achieved mastery of his craft, and is known for his talent for producing clothing that perfectly blends comfort and elegance. He is credited as being able to create the softest blankets ever held by mortal hands.
Registered: Mar 3, 2023 4:04:39 GMT -5
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Post by Cil on Mar 9, 2023 18:11:30 GMT -5
Cil scrunched up his face in thought, considering Idalia's question. "Was the captain the loud one who fell overboard the first week? Or the one who died from that infected splinter later on. Its really hard to keep track."
It didn't help, of course, that Cil had largely slept through any significant introductions that might have given them a clue as to who was who on the ship. Even when awake, he kept to himself and to his loom. Come to think of it... it was quite possible that the majority of the crew didn't even know he was aboard the ship.
In any case, the nice looking cat lady and her entourage didn't look like they were here to kill them. Might as well risk saying hello.
Cil stretched their wings gently, clumsily. Given the conditions of the journey here, Cil and Idalia both hadn't had the opportunity for flight for the fear of their wings getting wet from the splashing waves. They were out of practice, and it showed. Plenty of humans had warned him about sea legs in the past - but the concept of sea wings had proven to be something else entirely. The Arna clambered over the bow, fluttering down to land at Idalia and Naoki's side and landing shakily on his feet.
He noticed a look in Idalia's pink eyes that he was uniquely familiar with. He knew, without a doubt in his mind, that Idalia was putting together what she believed to be the ruse of the century. In what was certainly an unrelated phenomena, Cil felt himself growing increasingly nervous.
"H-hello, ma'am. I'm called Cil." The moth managed, tapping the tips of his pointer fingers together and forcing himself to look in the woman's eyes. "The food, it looks tasty. Really tasty. But we, uh, we don't have a lot of money to give you for it." Cil scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Maybe we have something you'd like to trade it for? Idalia and I were traders, before. Oh, and the humans on the ship are traders too! Just different. The gold kind."
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Mar 16, 2023 15:32:35 GMT -5
Lady Naoki watches with polite amusement as a pair of moth-adjacent people disembark and approach her.
“Idalia, Cil. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” Nodding to each of them in turn, Naoki regards these moth people. She’s seen her share of individuals, but these ones are a new type. Very cute, in her estimation.
At the mention of paying for the food, Lady Naoki shakes her head. “You misunderstand -- the food is for you. If you stay, you’ll hear of me. My silver tongue, business acumen, and so on.” She waves a hand, dismissive. “And admittedly, I have negotiated contracts with some of the merchant vessels that have landed here. But there’s a time and place for that. This is food, for you, because you are -- if not hungry, at least sick of ship’s food.”
“If your honor prevents you, by all means, Port Argentium wants for supplies of all sorts. But my hope is that this expression of charity, beyond being the right thing to do, will endear you and yours to our settlement, and that you will, as many others have, throw your lot in and join us.”
“But we can discuss specifics after you eat, it’s getting cold.” If the moth people would let her, Naoki would move around behind them and gently usher them toward the table. “Come, all of you, come eat.” She beckons to those still aboard the ship, waving the lot of them toward the tables. “There’s some here, and more in the mess hall, over yonder.”
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Idalia
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Adult aged. Idalia is adult aged.
Appearance: When Idalia looks in the mirror she thinks she is pretty. She describes herself as white. Her hair is white, her wings are white, and her skin is white. Her eyes are a gentle pink color, almost the same pink her cheeks get when she's flustered. She uses her clothes to add a splash of color to her pale complexion. In the kitchen, she wears a white apron and a sweater underneath if it is chilly. She often wears colorful flexible pants to easily glide her way through the kitchen. Sometimes she can be seen sporting a long colorful skirty. OH YEA the most important part! Idalia is 10 slugs tall.
Equipment: Idalia usually carries her items in an over-the-shoulder cotton bag. Her items include jars of spices, sharpened knives wrapped in leather, a sharpening stone, and her favorite stuffed charm in the shape of a fluffy ram.
Skills and Abilities: Idalia isn't much of a fighter, but her knowledge of breaking down and hunting makes her capable of being one. She doesn't enjoy confrontation or combat but if someone were to threaten her livelihood then she would have no choice but to cut them down to size. She is a skilled chef with techniques from a wide variety of regions. Her cooking can cure the toughest of colds. There's something about the food she makes that always make people come back for more. It must be all the love she puts into her dishes. She is not just a wiz with savory food, she's also a mastermind when it comes to baking and dessert. How else can you have a satisfying meal if you don't have dessert?
Biography: Idalia grew up in a sheltered family who lived amongst other Arna. Arnas are what her kind is called. Her family had high hopes for her, the name she was given means "behold the sun." Maybe she was supposed to be a beacon to others. She never truly understood her name, but it sounds pretty. She went to school but didn't seem to particularly excel in it. Idalia learned the teachings of the light and how the light guides those behind it. Their noble ancestors have helped those seeking passage to brighter lands. Even now people are chosen to walk the path previous generations have lighting the way to hope. She was chosen as one of the ones that would shed light and teach others of this life. May they also believe in the light. It was during one of these trips to a new town that she discovered her love of cuisine. A street vendor selling the most aromatic food she's ever smelled. She couldn't help but take a nibble. It was just a vegetable on a stick, how good could it be? Her eyes widened. The intense flavor of this squash hit her tastebuds. She could taste the smokey flavors combined with just the right amount of heat. A squeeze of lime topped it all off. A flavor explosion, unlike anything she's ever eaten. From that moment forward, she was inspired to learn the ways of cooking so that she too can elicit that same experience from others. Joy can be found when people's stomachs are full.
Registered: Mar 2, 2023 21:16:32 GMT -5
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Post by Idalia on Mar 17, 2023 0:51:31 GMT -5
"I just feel as if we should return your generosity. I would feel bad to feast on this food if I could not give back somehow." She bows her head as she listens to Naoki explain the free food. The moth had been accustomed to trading, that the mere fact something could be free is wild to her. Some people have traded a neat rock they found for a warm bowl of food. There was always something that was traded. Then again, Idalia has accepted a friendly smile as a trade too. Maybe this can be one of those trades. The cat lady did look friendly enough. She is really pretty. She must get tons of suitors.
She felt herself being pushed, as Lady Naoki moves behind them. "Okay okay we're going" she smiles awkwardly, stepping up to the banquet of food. "I would love to discuss some specifics. I uh have-" Idalia makes a rectangle shape with her hands. "tree sheets? that doesn't sound right, paper! Yes, that is what I have. When the eating is done. I have business paper for eating building." Idalia wants to get her plans on the move before too long. First things first, she is feeling quite hungry, starving even. She looks at the array of food and grabs herself a plate piled high with whatever vegetarian thing she can find.
Pebbles, who Idalia has set down to grab food, approaches Lady Naoki. The little moth pet seems to be enamored by something. That something being none other than Lady Naoki's tail. As the tail swishes about, Pebbles's large eyes follow its movement. The tail is like a hypnotic pocket watch. Idalia seems to be busy piling her plate to notice Pebbles.
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Cil
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Appearance: Cil is a diminutive Arna with pale skin, feathery grey antennae, grey-white hair that flares at the neck, and fuzzy Moth's wings patterned in red and white. In addition to the simple yet elegant robes that adorn their body, Cil almost always wear a sheepish expression on their face - he always seems as though he has either just awoken from a nap, or is preparing for one. Like most Arna, Cil has a secondary set of arms just below the first.
Equipment: Cil's possessions of note include an iron lantern suspended from a simple wood staff, a slingshot, a traditional Arna loom, and his favorite stuffed charm in the shape of a fluffy ram.
Skills and Abilities: Cil is a skilled artisan, trained in traditional Arna silkweaving. Using Arna-sourced silk, Cil has achieved mastery of his craft, and is known for his talent for producing clothing that perfectly blends comfort and elegance. He is credited as being able to create the softest blankets ever held by mortal hands.
Registered: Mar 3, 2023 4:04:39 GMT -5
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Post by Cil on Mar 26, 2023 17:59:18 GMT -5
"Your tongue is made of silver?" Cil repeated, lazily tapping a finger along his lower lip. "Gee, that sure sounds heavy."
The Arna eyed the platter of food once more from under the hanging mask of shaggy grey hair. It did look good... and he was so very, very hungry. Cil was far from a picky eater, but he would be remiss not to acknowledge the effects of traveling alongside Idalia and her cooking for as long as he had. She so very much liked spoiling him where matters concerning the culinary arts were concerned.
At the physical ushering of himself and his companion to the spread, Cil relented without further protest, taking the nearest hunk of meat within his reach and stripping a chunk off with his teeth. The first bite alone was potent enough to warm his entire body, feeling finally returning to weary bones and dampened wings alike. He dug in greedily, taking small but full handfuls of various plates until he had eaten his fill. "Thank you, Miss Naoki. Y-you're very kind. I'm sure we can find something to do to make ourselves useful, around... uh. Around here."
Cil's expression darkened a bit then, almost imperceptibly so, as the meaning of Naoki's words began to steep.
"Is, uh... well, the way you talk." Cil began. "Some of the sailors were talking, too. About the flood. Other lands. Other people." He looked up, eyes meeting Naoki's for the first time since setting foot on shore. By the time the words fell quietly from his mouth, it was closer to a resignation than a question.
"Its, uh... its all gone. Isn't it."
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Mar 26, 2023 21:12:17 GMT -5
“Buisness paper for eating building,” Naoki repeats, her tone flat. A contract? “We can certainly see about whatever that may be,” she supposes. “— later.”
After the moth-folk immediately before her begin to eat, Naoki gestures for the others from the ship to come ashore and help themselves. She welcomes them as they come, standing to one side, deflecting questions, and directing them to eat.
If Naoki notices the fluffy pet eyeing her backside, she doesn’t let on. Yet her tail stays up, beyond the reach of any curious moth-pet appendages.
When the grayer of the two moths speaks her name, she floats over to listen, bending slightly to better hear
“You’re quite welcome — I would hope you would offer me the same were our roles reversed.” (Based on the protests to a free meal, Naoki is inclined to think that perhaps they wouldn’t, but that’s why she ‘hopes’, see.)
As Cil goes on to ask after the rest of the world, Naoki’s expression shifts slightly as she steels herself. Having had this discussion many times with all those that have come ashore, she hasn’t found it to get any easier.
“It… may be,” she admits, gently nodding. “At the risk of — well,” Naoki catches herself, pausing for a moment to choose better words.
“I’ve spoken to most everyone here, and they all have a similar story,” she explains, her voice low. “Their home, wherever that was, was flooded. They sailed through The Mist, and eventually arrived here. As far as anyone knows, this is —if not all that is left — all that we have left. No one has journeyed from here — these Isles, as we’ve been referring to them, to anywhere else, and returned.”
“If it is any consolation,” she adds, “Refugees have been washing ashore quite steadily. I’ve seen some families reunited.” With this, Lady Naoki offers a small, apologetic shrug. She’s not pleased with the state of things in that regard either, and would that she could do more, but she’s doing all she can.
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Idalia
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Adult aged. Idalia is adult aged.
Appearance: When Idalia looks in the mirror she thinks she is pretty. She describes herself as white. Her hair is white, her wings are white, and her skin is white. Her eyes are a gentle pink color, almost the same pink her cheeks get when she's flustered. She uses her clothes to add a splash of color to her pale complexion. In the kitchen, she wears a white apron and a sweater underneath if it is chilly. She often wears colorful flexible pants to easily glide her way through the kitchen. Sometimes she can be seen sporting a long colorful skirty. OH YEA the most important part! Idalia is 10 slugs tall.
Equipment: Idalia usually carries her items in an over-the-shoulder cotton bag. Her items include jars of spices, sharpened knives wrapped in leather, a sharpening stone, and her favorite stuffed charm in the shape of a fluffy ram.
Skills and Abilities: Idalia isn't much of a fighter, but her knowledge of breaking down and hunting makes her capable of being one. She doesn't enjoy confrontation or combat but if someone were to threaten her livelihood then she would have no choice but to cut them down to size. She is a skilled chef with techniques from a wide variety of regions. Her cooking can cure the toughest of colds. There's something about the food she makes that always make people come back for more. It must be all the love she puts into her dishes. She is not just a wiz with savory food, she's also a mastermind when it comes to baking and dessert. How else can you have a satisfying meal if you don't have dessert?
Biography: Idalia grew up in a sheltered family who lived amongst other Arna. Arnas are what her kind is called. Her family had high hopes for her, the name she was given means "behold the sun." Maybe she was supposed to be a beacon to others. She never truly understood her name, but it sounds pretty. She went to school but didn't seem to particularly excel in it. Idalia learned the teachings of the light and how the light guides those behind it. Their noble ancestors have helped those seeking passage to brighter lands. Even now people are chosen to walk the path previous generations have lighting the way to hope. She was chosen as one of the ones that would shed light and teach others of this life. May they also believe in the light. It was during one of these trips to a new town that she discovered her love of cuisine. A street vendor selling the most aromatic food she's ever smelled. She couldn't help but take a nibble. It was just a vegetable on a stick, how good could it be? Her eyes widened. The intense flavor of this squash hit her tastebuds. She could taste the smokey flavors combined with just the right amount of heat. A squeeze of lime topped it all off. A flavor explosion, unlike anything she's ever eaten. From that moment forward, she was inspired to learn the ways of cooking so that she too can elicit that same experience from others. Joy can be found when people's stomachs are full.
Registered: Mar 2, 2023 21:16:32 GMT -5
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Post by Idalia on Mar 26, 2023 21:34:35 GMT -5
Idalia watches in shock, mouth full. She swallows her large mouthful. "Really?! All of it is gone? I thought it was only our region...I would hope that maybe after a while we would return home but, this is home now. At least I have Cil. Cil and I are great friends!" Idalia was almost teary-eyed as she thought about the demise of everyone else, but Idalia is well known for her optimism. That brief moment of grief is replaced with joy knowing that her good friend Cil has made it. She puts her business papers away, Naoki is right, a later time will be better for business. Idalia is just so excited to start cooking.
"You are such a nice lady to try and help everyone. You could've easily poisoned all of this food and we would not know." Idalia thinks she is a funny moth. Some of her jokes don't quite strike the right cord, but she thinks they're funny. That's all that matters. The arna finishes her food.
"As Cil said we are traders so it feels off to accept something without giving something in exchange. Please if we can help in any way let us know. We will be happy to help!" Idalia puts all four of her fuzzy hands together and smiles at Naoki. The food was amazing. She isn't sure if it's as good as her own cooking. Maybe being at sea for so long has altered her taste buds, but she would eat the whole banquet if she had the room for it. Idalia's next big question is, where will they live? So many lost souls come. It must be hard to give everyone a home.
Idalia feels a little lost. This place is all brand new to her. She isn't exactly sure where to go so for now she'll just stick close to Cil. The nice Naoki lady seems trustworthy, but Idalia has made that mistake before. It seems the food is normal so maybe this cat lady is actually okay. So far no one has brought out torches and pitch forks. The people here seem welcoming.
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Cil
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Appearance: Cil is a diminutive Arna with pale skin, feathery grey antennae, grey-white hair that flares at the neck, and fuzzy Moth's wings patterned in red and white. In addition to the simple yet elegant robes that adorn their body, Cil almost always wear a sheepish expression on their face - he always seems as though he has either just awoken from a nap, or is preparing for one. Like most Arna, Cil has a secondary set of arms just below the first.
Equipment: Cil's possessions of note include an iron lantern suspended from a simple wood staff, a slingshot, a traditional Arna loom, and his favorite stuffed charm in the shape of a fluffy ram.
Skills and Abilities: Cil is a skilled artisan, trained in traditional Arna silkweaving. Using Arna-sourced silk, Cil has achieved mastery of his craft, and is known for his talent for producing clothing that perfectly blends comfort and elegance. He is credited as being able to create the softest blankets ever held by mortal hands.
Registered: Mar 3, 2023 4:04:39 GMT -5
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Post by Cil on Apr 17, 2023 0:07:12 GMT -5
Cil only nodded at the news, with only a touch more gloom than he would have otherwise. He had already assumed the worst some time ago, and the confirmation did little to deepen his sorrow. If anything, it might even have put him a bit more at peace. He had been set upon by anxious uncertainty the whole way here - at least this way there was a finality to it all.
And, it meant he could finish his tapestry.
The Arna sniffled once, wiping away a tear with the fuzzy palm of his hand. He was glad for Idalia's rambling then - it was difficult to dwell on a single thought for too long in her presence (for better or worse). Being Idalia's friend was, as a whole, not so dissimilar from trying to read a book while sitting next to a ship's cannon.
He managed a chuckle as she kept on. In truth, Cil couldn't think of anybody he'd rather be stuck with here, at the end of the world.
"We are pretty great friends, huh?" he said, giving Idalia a small nudge, going so far as to nuzzle her with his antennae. Looking back at Naoki, he continued. "It'd please us just fine to stay here, so long as you think there's a place for us. You seem nice. Is everyone who lives here nice?"
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