Avarille Goldenthorn
Established
How does this always happen to me?
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 74
Appearance: Diminutive even for her particular species of Elf, Avarille is exactly five feet tall. She has a delicate bone structure that is rather in opposition to her toned musculature, developed from years of roaming around doing questionably intelligent things. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders and is a brilliant red-gold color, formed into wild curls and generally worn free. She has big brown eyes, so dark that they almost look black, that only make her look more innocent, especially when taken into consideration with her pixie-like features -- full lips that are almost always smiling, a button nose, and the high-arched cheekbones that most species of Elves seem to possess. Typically, she wears a pair of knee-high laced boots in tan, with breeches of the same color, a white shirt beneath a dark brown vest, and an odd short-cut green coat with long sleeves and a hood.
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Equipment: Ava carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, two long knives (the blades themselves are about two feet long) with brown leather-wrapped grips, worn in sheaths at either hip, and a belt with an assortment of pouches carrying spare bowstrings, a whetstone, and various shiny things she picks up during her travels. She carries a satchel where she keeps a length of rope and food supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Ava is an expert archer and an adept combatant. Like most Elves, she is skilled at blending into her surroundings and veritably disappearing when she wants to, especially in the trees. And that's about where her good traits end -- she's hilariously clumsy, especially for an Elf, and can't dance or carry a tune to save her life. A unique ability of the Neluri Elves, of which she is one, is the ability to transform into a feline shape -- in Avarille's case, it's an ocelot.
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Biography: Avarille was born in the Plains of Neluri as all her kind were, and she had a relatively happy life. Her mother was kind and gentle, her father stern and duty-driven, but they loved her dearly. She had a fairly carefree childhood, until the day when she was out in the Plains with her best friend, Erevin. A raiding party of Dark Elves appeared and took him captive, nearly getting Ava in the process. She managed to escape, but has lived with the guilt of seeing her best friend taken every day of her life. She had just reached adulthood when her parents announced that she was to marry the son of their peoples' leader, a prospect that horrified Ava, not only because she had no desire to marry, but *especially* not Maldreth Tanir. In the middle of the night, she packed her weapons and some supplies, and left. Venturing beyond the edges of the Plains of Neluri was forbidden to her people, but a need to escape her fate and a desire for adventure led her to do just that. She had many adventures and met many people, but bad luck seemed to plague her wherever she went.. which is what led to her ending up trapped in a box in her feline form, put on a ship, and sent to Goddess only knew where.
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Allegiances: Freedom!
Place of Residence: ..In a box.
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 13:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by Avarille Goldenthorn on Jan 15, 2024 21:25:31 GMT -5
As if the fact that the giant bird was, well, giant, and had just rescued her from a box, wasn't evidence enough, the fact that it laid its head on her shoulder definitely would've clued even the usually clueless Ava into the fact that it was definitely not a normal bird. That didn't stop her from grinning, though, and petting it warmly on the head, her fingertips and short-cut nails digging through those inky feathers to gently scratch at the skin beneath.
"Aw, you're a big ol' softie, aren't you? I'm Ava, pretty bird. And I dunno about you, but I'm super ready to get out of here."
She cast a mistrustful glance at the captain and his crew, then started edging away from them. She wasn't a fan of cities, and she was itching to get out in the wild again, after months of being trapped in that box. Time to navigate her way through this place and find her way out into the wilderness.
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Wah Doobie
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: Adolescent
Appearance: He's a Kobold with brown scales and seems like a girl with how he acts and dresses.
Equipment: Wah carries with him a mixed bag of various stones he has collected in his life from before the flood.
Skills and Abilities: Wah has great power within him and can control rock and earth in various ways. His first major feat came when he was a younger child and his powers manifested for the first time and he created a landslide that carried him miles away from his home.
Biography: Wah Doobie is a young Kobold who lives with his father and sister, they used to have another brother but he left home years ago and they haven't seen each other since.
For a while, Wah has been training with Ralf Valgard but Skarlet has come to bring him back to New Isra and recruit him for her plans.
Wah must now learn to use his powers in ways that he has never tried before.
Allegiances: Doobie Family, Dux Skarlet
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 15:41:20 GMT -5
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Post by Wah Doobie on Feb 4, 2024 0:56:47 GMT -5
The Ship New Sun's Reach has returned to its home in Port Argentium after months away. Sailors that disembark are relieved that the homes they left are still standing after their trip abroad. A few newcomers came off the ship as well, but one of them has been here before, the young Wah Doobie. The Kobold was happy to be back on land again, he really doesn't seem to like traveling in boats. "Thank goodies we're here! And it's not so cold anymore, I feel alive again!" Wah starts to remove layers of clothing until he could get some sun on his scales. "UWaa~ I can't wait to get some proper sun again!" Wah is surprised when he realizes who is standing next to her. The scary pale lady! "AHH! - Ah! Miss Skarlet I'm sorry for talking about the sun, I hope I didn't hurt you!" The kobold bows his head in apology and picks up some of his stuff including a staff that was wrapped in cloth. He hopes Skarlet isn't upset and looks around the dock wondering if his father or sister were around.
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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 Feb 4, 2024 4:31:46 GMT -5
Skarlet was relieved that Port Argentium seemed to be fine, she felt anxious all the time while she was away worrying something might happen while she was gone. Now that she's home again she needs to find out what new developments have come up. The vampire scoffs in response to one of her newest companions, Wah Doobie.
"Foolish child, I'm only hurt by the light of the sun, not you yapping about it..." Skarlet scans her surroundings, using her enhanced vision to check the faces of the people around to see if she recognizes someone. "Pick your shit up kid, I haven't dismissed you. You're coming with me while I touch base, You'll spend time with your family later."
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Roona Lovelock
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Appearance: With Green longish hair that's often in a braid. Build is on the leaner side with abs and a sturdy sleeper build but in turn wears bulky clothing. Freckles dot her face with a dragon eye tattoo on the back of her neck. She stands around 6'2 with the poise and gait of a elk.
Equipment: Two cutlasses with a holster to fit both. Seafarer gear for voyages. A long reinforced flowing coat that's a tad large for her. She also wears a perfect ring almost scared of ever taking it off.
Skills and Abilities: Has been taught a bit on the forbidden side two sword fighting style. The style includes lots of spins and deceiving the enemy when in the heat of combat. She has skills as a captain and leader as well as a star watcher.
Biography: Hailing from a richer society she was well schooled to be a merchant. But after her home city being destroyed she turned to more dishonorable roles. She is now the new ruler/ring of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Rorkia, her people, the historia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Jan 7, 2024 23:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Roona Lovelock on Mar 9, 2024 17:53:37 GMT -5
It was a rather soft day on the seas with the perfect wind to make any captain happy. The Historia then loomed her big sails over the water. The Historia was too large for the port so they simply got as close as they could. It was far but close enough that its size was very much noticeable to anyone at the docks or anyone looking at it for that matter. A synchronized yelp was heard from the large ship as row boats dropped from its sides. People then leapt off the sides of the boat into the row boats. Once the rowboats were full they made their approach towards the docks.
After some time the rowboats had made their way to the docks. On one of the rowboats stood Roona wearing her coat with her right arm through the sleeve and the left side of the coat over her shoulder. When Roonas rowboat made contact she quickly climbed the scaffolding springing up onto the dock. Others on her boat soon followed as Roona started walking their way to the inner port. When a dock worker came up to them before they could say a word Roona tossed a small pouch of silver coins at the person, never breaking stride.
As the rest of the rowboats docked as well they all started to make their way through the dock. Everyone was dressed in traditional Rorke garb which some might notice, others be afraid, but most thinking that it's silly people in white and black. A lot were wearing white and black casual wear with flowing features but there were a few with traditional armor and others wearing tight fencing garb. Anything that stood out was Roonas green hair and flowers and feathers in most of the peoples hair as with different personal effects as well. Some broke garb completely wearing vibrant colors like light blues and pinks.
A few men were also carrying an entire table while walking. Everyone was following Roona who seemed to be rather nonchalant about bringing about thirty people into port with little less than half of them having weapons. One was carrying papers and an ink and quill following close to the table. Almost all others were carrying instruments, the flag of Rorkia was being carried by an armored woman following just behind Roona. Roona had read everything she could about this port and its higher ups, now to just go aggressive politician. They all started making their way to what seemed to be the main place of traffic or a town square of sorts.
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Fran'garaz "Frankie"
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 30
Appearance: Frankie stands at a small 5 foot even. This is of course taller than most goblins, who average out at about 4 feet to 4'4 feet, but shes far shorter than those of her father's race, as orcs tend to average 6+ feet.
She's unmistakable as a half Goblin however, by her green skin and short darker green hair, her long, pointed ears, and her long, mischievous grin. However, some orc does creep into her features, most notably by the small tusks that jut up from the bottom of the jaw. They're small enough that they're only noticeable when she smiles.
Her face is slightly more attractive than most goblins, with high cheekbones, large orange pupiled eyes, and a slightly upturned button nose. Her hair is mostly unkempt on top with similar bangs that droop down at the top of her jaw, but the back is usually pulled into a small, messy ponytail.
Finally, she sports a handful of golden rings through her ears, as well as a ring through her septum.
Though she could be considered relatively attractive, she's still prone to goblin hyperactivity from time to time which twists her features. In such a state, her eyes and grin seem to grow larger and slightly crazed, but this state is usually one of joyfulness and mischievousness, and rarely ends in injury. Instead, it's more likely to result in mere property damage
Equipment: Frankie is a merchant vessel captain first and foremost. To keep up appearances, she can usually be found wearing a white silken shirt, a big red belt with a golden buckle, and a pair of navy pants that match her captain's coat and tricorn hat.
However, she never really forsook her tribal heritage. When out in the wilds or jn private, she sometimes can be found in her a light, leather and fur top that covers her from half way up her midsection and up to her neck, leaving her midriff and arms exposed. This is coupled with a matching skirt that reaches just above her knees, and finally a pair of wraps that cover her shins and ankles, then wraps around the middle of her feet, leaving the ankles and toes exposed, giving her better purchase when in the brush.
Frankie is an expert with a knife and always has one on her for personal protection, but she is also a great shot with a bow and arrow, having been taught by her mother. Though her father always wanted to teach her how to wield an axe, being an orc, she found that she had trouble with the weight of such weapons, and decided a quick, versatile fighting style would keep her alive longer.
Finally, though not equipment, she owns her own trade ship. A fairly large boat for a goblin, the ship is one part her home, one part transport hauler, and one part store front. She's spent a good few years collecting and trading that the hull of the ship is mostly full of all sorts of goods.
Skills and Abilities: Frankie is a merchant first and foremost. Goblins tended to do most of the trading in her mixed tribe, as the orcs weren't as charismatic nor crafty enough to trade efficiently. The goblins however used their stature and the stereotypes of their kind to their advantage, allowing their trade partners to think they're ripping them off, when the tables are actually turned.
As a half Goblin, Frankie is able to use a handful of tactics from both goblins and larger humanoids, as well as her looks. She's a fair merchant, but has a keen eye for an excellent deal. She's one to take advantage of whatever situation she comes into, and usually ends up on top.
Being the daughter of a goblin ranger and an orc warrior, she also knows how to hunt and fight with great skill, choosing range and a knife as well as her own two hands.
Finally, like most goblins, she is prone to Goblin Hyperactivity. When this occurs, starts to think, speak, and move at great speeds, often running and climbing from one thing to the other, and it usually ends with great joy and mischief as well as likely property damage. There's no time to consider not breaking something when there's fun to be had, stuff to climb, and things to do.
Enemies of the goblins often consider this akin to a berserker frenzy, but those who are friends of the goblins either join in the fun or stay out of the way.
Registered: Jan 9, 2022 23:34:33 GMT -5
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Post by Fran'garaz "Frankie" on Mar 10, 2024 13:22:58 GMT -5
“Get a load of these guys…”
Frankie looked out of the window of the Dock Master’s building, the end of her pipe gently tapping her lip as she surveyed the docks around her. She’d fit into her new role as Dock Master well, a role given to her partly due to her keen intellect on boats and trade, but also because her crew had integrated well amongst the dock workers, as well as the ongoing infrastructure build teams, or at least that’s what she suspected.
All around the docks were people hustling about, to and fro, lifting crates and moving wagons, as well as organising groups of refugees and herding them towards their registration centre. People had grown accustomed to the green skinned folks running about - goblins, half goblins, orcs, and even a massive troll were all part of the scenery now.
The Captain looked over her shoulder at her Quartermaster, another half goblin just a slight bit shorter than the Captain, but baring a far more smug smile across her face. “Kinda up themselves, eh?” The Quartermaster nodded. “Alright, get someone to inform the garrison that the big boat we’ve been watching’s here and they’ve brought, how many…” she took a moment to look out the window again. “Thirty people, some armed.” She tapped her lip in thought once more before shaking her head. “I don’t expect trouble, but just in case. Then send someone to inform the boss, some jabroni in a fancy coat and a table is here. I’ll handle it, but I think she’d wanna know.”
The other goblin nodded and scampered off to organise her messengers as Frankie looked out the window again.
“...who brings a table…?”
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Most of the folk on the dock seemed confused by these newcomers, walking around so fancy free, getting in the way of the hubbub that usually surrounded the port. The guards seemed more agitated than confused however, as they approached from their posts, sizing up these newcomers. They didn’t have the dishevelled look to them like the refugees had, and these new folks’ swagger and style really only left one thing on their minds - pirates.
A shrill whistle broke through the air, followed by a voice that parted the crowd around it’s owner. “Hold it!” It wasn’t a sergeant at arms, a captain, or any other guard that finally stood in their way, but a very short green woman in a nice, worn coat, and matching tricorn hat. She wasn’t as short as the other goblins that sneered from the sidelines, but not tall enough to match the shorter orcs. She must’ve been a half goblin.
“Alright, first of all,” she gestured to the man the newcomers had thrust a bag of silver to. “Bribing my guys won’t get you far. Don’t do that.” The man looked a bit awkward, but Frankie looked at him and gave him a disarming wink. He’d keep the silver as he’d shown loyalty by informing the nearest guard, and she knew he’d see sense and share it around. The first round would be on him.
“Alright, now,” she looked back at the green haired leader before taking a puff of her pipe. “Welcome to Port Argentium, I’m Captain Fran’Garaz, but people here call me Captain Frankie. I’m Dock Master for New Isra, so I’m gonna assume I’m the gal you’re here to talk to with all your stuff and theatrics.” She gestured to the man carrying all the ink and quills, and then the table.
“So whaddya got going on here?” she asked, one hand in her pocket as she surveyed the group. “What’s the reason for your visit? You guys a fancier kind of refugee? Here on business or leisure? Why did you guys bring a table? You know we got tables, right?” she pointed over her shoulder at the main building behind her.
She pulled her hand from her pocket and crossed her arms over her chest. “And don’t tell me you’re claiming our land by waltzing in here with your fancy flag and all your boys, we really ain’t interested in a fight. This land’s already spoken for.”
The half goblin looked expectantly at their leader. Most people were met with a smile and some showmanship by Captain Frankie when they arrived, and she usually made a speech to welcome in the new refugees and visitors, telling them of the greatness that New Isra provides, a brief history of the place, and a hearty recommendation to try the series of Goblin Ales available at the tavern and mess hall, and of course omitting that they were her own creation. This time, however, she barely had a chance with how they barreled through her guys with that arrogant swagger, and she felt sure to match the display with a healthy amount of scepticism.
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Roona Lovelock
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Appearance: With Green longish hair that's often in a braid. Build is on the leaner side with abs and a sturdy sleeper build but in turn wears bulky clothing. Freckles dot her face with a dragon eye tattoo on the back of her neck. She stands around 6'2 with the poise and gait of a elk.
Equipment: Two cutlasses with a holster to fit both. Seafarer gear for voyages. A long reinforced flowing coat that's a tad large for her. She also wears a perfect ring almost scared of ever taking it off.
Skills and Abilities: Has been taught a bit on the forbidden side two sword fighting style. The style includes lots of spins and deceiving the enemy when in the heat of combat. She has skills as a captain and leader as well as a star watcher.
Biography: Hailing from a richer society she was well schooled to be a merchant. But after her home city being destroyed she turned to more dishonorable roles. She is now the new ruler/ring of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Rorkia, her people, the historia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Jan 7, 2024 23:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Roona Lovelock on Mar 11, 2024 1:19:48 GMT -5
Roona was breaking stride and did see a bunch of small green children running around. What idiots would allow-. She then looked to her left to see the mute orphan who nominated her for the ring and had maintained a stable construction environment for the past weeks, never mind. But it was strange all these children being so green and running around like it's their job or something. It’s always good to see a port so invested in their children's games of pretend. Though slightly inconvenient at the moment since recruiting children would cause much dislike towards her and possible war against Rorkia so the children would have to wait. Though there were a few larger green people that must be the adults of this green children that all looked rather attractive. But that didn't matter; she had a bribe to negotiate and a musical number to burst into unexpectedly.
Roona waited for the guard to take the bribe when a rather fiery small green child came towards her and her people. Roona saw her bag of silver be taken back, disappointed being just told bribes wont work, but that was barely even a dent of what Rorkia had to offer in funds. Roona who stood more than a foot taller than this small green child looked down at them. They were confused by the child's words of having titles such as captain and port master. Roona didn’t have the time to play into the child's play time theatrics but hey, might as well considering there were armed guards who were very much adults.
Roona let out a small chuckle and put her hands on her knees to bend over to more easily talk to the fun green child. “Well first when armed men and women come on a reeeeeeally big ship you really shouldn’t confront them without an adult” Roona said in the stunning voice that is a Rorke accent, saying that softly like one would a child. She then went on to say “Oh no no no small one, I wouldn’t dream of just taking a settlement. If I was here to capture, I'm pretty sure you’d know the difference.” Roona let out a light yet grim laugh. “I thank you for the welcome Frankie, and I can very much assure you that we are not refugees.” the other people let out small laughs at such the thought that they’d have to beg to be here. “And I'm here on a small, let's say business idea. And the table is…” Roona looked back at the entire table.
The table itself on the shoulders of more muscular men looked rather stunning. The flemish scroll legs seemed to be made of some sort of black wood that was dotted with paints of white and darker blacks all over. Although mostly everyone is too short to see, the top of the table is flushed out with the base being snakewood. On the edge of the table clean white marble is woven into the table. The sides were decorated with assortments of horribly looking yet elegantly carved runes weaved together in the marble surrounding the table. Also up top helps a long cloth covering most of the table not made from the outskirt marble. The cloth is woven with a giant city with a full moon shining behind it, the corners having the markings of Rorke on it. Under the table itself held extendable trays that when the table is placed could easily be dropped down. The people carrying it were noticeably having a hard time but were not failing.
“It’s a table I don't understand what you mean young one,” Roona said softly. Roona then saw the pipe in the green childs hand and put her hand out. “Now now that’s for adults, give it here and I'll give you something better,” Roona said cheerfully to get the child to give the pipe. An armored man then came over with a satchel and brought out a jar that was filled with what looked like peach slices paralyzed in a caramel liquid with roses inside as well. “And now I do need to actually speak with the real port master now, can you get one of your, sexy, adults over there to get the port master” Roona said as she has this whole interaction, is there any other way to talk to a child but softly and slowly.
The 29 other people behind Roona all just waited to pass through. If any guard got too close to someone without a weapon, someone who did soon walked over and put their body between the Rorkian and the Isran. The woman in full armor with her head covered in an eerie helmet who was holding the flag let the bottom of the pole rest on the ground. She then held the pole in her left hand and had her right hand on the handle of a long sword at their hip. The orphan boy who was next to Roona was staring dead into Frankies eyes, it seemed he was the only one from this group who didn’t see Frankie as a child and much more a threat.
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Fran'garaz "Frankie"
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 30
Appearance: Frankie stands at a small 5 foot even. This is of course taller than most goblins, who average out at about 4 feet to 4'4 feet, but shes far shorter than those of her father's race, as orcs tend to average 6+ feet.
She's unmistakable as a half Goblin however, by her green skin and short darker green hair, her long, pointed ears, and her long, mischievous grin. However, some orc does creep into her features, most notably by the small tusks that jut up from the bottom of the jaw. They're small enough that they're only noticeable when she smiles.
Her face is slightly more attractive than most goblins, with high cheekbones, large orange pupiled eyes, and a slightly upturned button nose. Her hair is mostly unkempt on top with similar bangs that droop down at the top of her jaw, but the back is usually pulled into a small, messy ponytail.
Finally, she sports a handful of golden rings through her ears, as well as a ring through her septum.
Though she could be considered relatively attractive, she's still prone to goblin hyperactivity from time to time which twists her features. In such a state, her eyes and grin seem to grow larger and slightly crazed, but this state is usually one of joyfulness and mischievousness, and rarely ends in injury. Instead, it's more likely to result in mere property damage
Equipment: Frankie is a merchant vessel captain first and foremost. To keep up appearances, she can usually be found wearing a white silken shirt, a big red belt with a golden buckle, and a pair of navy pants that match her captain's coat and tricorn hat.
However, she never really forsook her tribal heritage. When out in the wilds or jn private, she sometimes can be found in her a light, leather and fur top that covers her from half way up her midsection and up to her neck, leaving her midriff and arms exposed. This is coupled with a matching skirt that reaches just above her knees, and finally a pair of wraps that cover her shins and ankles, then wraps around the middle of her feet, leaving the ankles and toes exposed, giving her better purchase when in the brush.
Frankie is an expert with a knife and always has one on her for personal protection, but she is also a great shot with a bow and arrow, having been taught by her mother. Though her father always wanted to teach her how to wield an axe, being an orc, she found that she had trouble with the weight of such weapons, and decided a quick, versatile fighting style would keep her alive longer.
Finally, though not equipment, she owns her own trade ship. A fairly large boat for a goblin, the ship is one part her home, one part transport hauler, and one part store front. She's spent a good few years collecting and trading that the hull of the ship is mostly full of all sorts of goods.
Skills and Abilities: Frankie is a merchant first and foremost. Goblins tended to do most of the trading in her mixed tribe, as the orcs weren't as charismatic nor crafty enough to trade efficiently. The goblins however used their stature and the stereotypes of their kind to their advantage, allowing their trade partners to think they're ripping them off, when the tables are actually turned.
As a half Goblin, Frankie is able to use a handful of tactics from both goblins and larger humanoids, as well as her looks. She's a fair merchant, but has a keen eye for an excellent deal. She's one to take advantage of whatever situation she comes into, and usually ends up on top.
Being the daughter of a goblin ranger and an orc warrior, she also knows how to hunt and fight with great skill, choosing range and a knife as well as her own two hands.
Finally, like most goblins, she is prone to Goblin Hyperactivity. When this occurs, starts to think, speak, and move at great speeds, often running and climbing from one thing to the other, and it usually ends with great joy and mischief as well as likely property damage. There's no time to consider not breaking something when there's fun to be had, stuff to climb, and things to do.
Enemies of the goblins often consider this akin to a berserker frenzy, but those who are friends of the goblins either join in the fun or stay out of the way.
Registered: Jan 9, 2022 23:34:33 GMT -5
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Post by Fran'garaz "Frankie" on Mar 11, 2024 10:03:28 GMT -5
“Oi! We’s gobbos!” one of the goblins in the crowd jeered in a high pitched, sneering voice. He was promptly thumped on the back of the head by another. “Shaddup, Neb.” This one had a much deeper voice and far calmer demeanour. “Let the Captain handle it.” While the goblins were small in stature, they certainly looked like adults. Some had the stereotypical goblin look about them, with the long pointed ears, crooked nose, and wild look in their eyes, but some also sported beards and moustaches, tattoos and jewellery, all in all they looked fairly adult. Especially Frankie who fixed this newcomer with a narrowed eye. She waited for the green haired woman to stop speaking before looking her up and down, and taking a good long puff on her pipe. “Uh huh. I see what’s going on here.” She blew a long plume of smoke once again, directly at Roona, then looked over her shoulder at her assistant with a smirk. “Take a note for the boss. Whoever this chick is, she’s a moron.” With that, she looked back to the captain. “Alright, here’s what’s gonna happen here, lady,” she said, pointing the mouthpiece of her pipe at Roona. “First of all, I’m going to let you try again one more time, and this time choose your words carefully because you’re on ice that’s about as thick as you are smart. Not very.” She then gestured behind Roona. “And if you don’t, then I’m gonna ask you to take your little buncha sailors, and your little flag, with your little table, and get back on your little boats, and kindly get the hell out of my Port, before I have you thrown out of it.” Her eyes narrowed again, and there was a spark in them that spoke volumes. Captain Frankie hadn’t earned her stripes or her position just to be talked down to. Then she stepped forward, face to face with the crouched over Roona, and her voice lowered to a gravelly, almost orcish growl. “This is MY goddamn port, sister, and I confront whoever I goddamn well please,” she said before reaching to Roona’s shoulder and flicking off a speck of lint. “I will not be talked down to by some green haired kid wearing a coat that barely fucking fits her. Now, you’re going to show some goddamn respect instead of whatever the hell that was.” She then patted the woman’s cheek gently with her outstretched hand. “Understand? So do you wanna try again, or are you gonna fuck off?”
If any of Roona's men got any funny ideas, they'd be met with an outsretched palm of one of the guards, orcs, or goblins that had assembled, and given a stern look and a shake of the head. It would be a warning they'd best take seriously.
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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 Mar 11, 2024 21:44:38 GMT -5
A tall woman dressed in black entered the dock coming from town, she was followed by a pink-haired knight wearing floral patterned armor, and she was also followed by a brown-scaled kobold boy. Someone had come to the garrison saying a ship had come in with a bunch of people, so Skarlet and her subordinates came to see if there was going to be a problem. The hooded woman in black was positioned so that her back was to the sun and she spoke out in a butch authoritative manner matching her military position.
"Excuse me, Dockmaster Fran'garaz. Your Quartermaster sent someone for help so I got her as quick as I could. Have you found out who these people are yet?" She looked down at Frankie and then up at Roona. Hmm, a woman taller than me? Let's not get distracted. Skarlet clears her throat. "Ehem- There's no need for weapons, everyone. I am Dux Skarlet, My mother is the leader of this settlement. Who are your people?"
Skarlet hopes she can help diffuse the situation before blood gets spilled.
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Roona Lovelock
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 22
Appearance: With Green longish hair that's often in a braid. Build is on the leaner side with abs and a sturdy sleeper build but in turn wears bulky clothing. Freckles dot her face with a dragon eye tattoo on the back of her neck. She stands around 6'2 with the poise and gait of a elk.
Equipment: Two cutlasses with a holster to fit both. Seafarer gear for voyages. A long reinforced flowing coat that's a tad large for her. She also wears a perfect ring almost scared of ever taking it off.
Skills and Abilities: Has been taught a bit on the forbidden side two sword fighting style. The style includes lots of spins and deceiving the enemy when in the heat of combat. She has skills as a captain and leader as well as a star watcher.
Biography: Hailing from a richer society she was well schooled to be a merchant. But after her home city being destroyed she turned to more dishonorable roles. She is now the new ruler/ring of Rorkia.
Allegiances: Rorkia, her people, the historia
Place of Residence: Rorkia
Registered: Jan 7, 2024 23:49:37 GMT -5
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Post by Roona Lovelock on Mar 12, 2024 0:06:04 GMT -5
Roona now taking in the time to notice that all the small green children, weren't in fact children at all. In fact they were grown adults of a different species. Roona swiftly put her hand down no longer gesturing for the pipe and straightened her back to stand tall once more. She now looked back down at the much smaller green adult. Her men were now taking a more offensive stance which called a whistle from Roona. All of her people suddenly took defensive stances, not with weapons in hand but clear if weapons were drawn they'd be the first to strike out of whomever calls the attack.
Roonas stance was now stern like one would confront an angry peasant. "First of all the only moron is the fact that you of all people should give off putting of looking like a child," Roona said fully serious and swiftly. "And secondly it's whomever, if you're gonna talk your small mouth, then talk like a port master." Roona then whistled and started her way back to the rowboats. She dropped a map on the ground without breaking stride and hopped onto the rowboat before her men did too and they made their way back to the Historia.
Not long after the Historia lowered its sails and went off once more. Likely to never see port Argentium again.
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Fran'garaz "Frankie"
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 30
Appearance: Frankie stands at a small 5 foot even. This is of course taller than most goblins, who average out at about 4 feet to 4'4 feet, but shes far shorter than those of her father's race, as orcs tend to average 6+ feet.
She's unmistakable as a half Goblin however, by her green skin and short darker green hair, her long, pointed ears, and her long, mischievous grin. However, some orc does creep into her features, most notably by the small tusks that jut up from the bottom of the jaw. They're small enough that they're only noticeable when she smiles.
Her face is slightly more attractive than most goblins, with high cheekbones, large orange pupiled eyes, and a slightly upturned button nose. Her hair is mostly unkempt on top with similar bangs that droop down at the top of her jaw, but the back is usually pulled into a small, messy ponytail.
Finally, she sports a handful of golden rings through her ears, as well as a ring through her septum.
Though she could be considered relatively attractive, she's still prone to goblin hyperactivity from time to time which twists her features. In such a state, her eyes and grin seem to grow larger and slightly crazed, but this state is usually one of joyfulness and mischievousness, and rarely ends in injury. Instead, it's more likely to result in mere property damage
Equipment: Frankie is a merchant vessel captain first and foremost. To keep up appearances, she can usually be found wearing a white silken shirt, a big red belt with a golden buckle, and a pair of navy pants that match her captain's coat and tricorn hat.
However, she never really forsook her tribal heritage. When out in the wilds or jn private, she sometimes can be found in her a light, leather and fur top that covers her from half way up her midsection and up to her neck, leaving her midriff and arms exposed. This is coupled with a matching skirt that reaches just above her knees, and finally a pair of wraps that cover her shins and ankles, then wraps around the middle of her feet, leaving the ankles and toes exposed, giving her better purchase when in the brush.
Frankie is an expert with a knife and always has one on her for personal protection, but she is also a great shot with a bow and arrow, having been taught by her mother. Though her father always wanted to teach her how to wield an axe, being an orc, she found that she had trouble with the weight of such weapons, and decided a quick, versatile fighting style would keep her alive longer.
Finally, though not equipment, she owns her own trade ship. A fairly large boat for a goblin, the ship is one part her home, one part transport hauler, and one part store front. She's spent a good few years collecting and trading that the hull of the ship is mostly full of all sorts of goods.
Skills and Abilities: Frankie is a merchant first and foremost. Goblins tended to do most of the trading in her mixed tribe, as the orcs weren't as charismatic nor crafty enough to trade efficiently. The goblins however used their stature and the stereotypes of their kind to their advantage, allowing their trade partners to think they're ripping them off, when the tables are actually turned.
As a half Goblin, Frankie is able to use a handful of tactics from both goblins and larger humanoids, as well as her looks. She's a fair merchant, but has a keen eye for an excellent deal. She's one to take advantage of whatever situation she comes into, and usually ends up on top.
Being the daughter of a goblin ranger and an orc warrior, she also knows how to hunt and fight with great skill, choosing range and a knife as well as her own two hands.
Finally, like most goblins, she is prone to Goblin Hyperactivity. When this occurs, starts to think, speak, and move at great speeds, often running and climbing from one thing to the other, and it usually ends with great joy and mischief as well as likely property damage. There's no time to consider not breaking something when there's fun to be had, stuff to climb, and things to do.
Enemies of the goblins often consider this akin to a berserker frenzy, but those who are friends of the goblins either join in the fun or stay out of the way.
Registered: Jan 9, 2022 23:34:33 GMT -5
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Post by Fran'garaz "Frankie" on Mar 12, 2024 13:29:31 GMT -5
The Goblin merely held a hand, palm out, to Skarlet, while her eyes remained on Roona. “I got this, Red, just keep an eye on these guys in case they get any dumb ideas.”
Frankie then crossed her arms over her chest with that wicked little smirk tugging at her lips, the one that only came with a victory. Not only had the interloper acted the fool, she only solidified it by demanding Frankie not be short, the only feature on her that could ever be child-like, if five foot could even be told that.
“Don’t care. Didn’t ask,” she says with another plume of blue smoke, her smirk turned into a grin. If her grammar was the only thing to pick at, then she did a good job. If there was one thing she’d learned about dealing with those not of the green persuasion, it was that goblin grammar was truly unique and they didn’t much care to fix that. “Bye Bye now.”
As the sailors retreated down the dock, most of the crowd began to disperse, going back to their busy jobs with grumbles and laughs, cracking jokes about those who ran off. Only a handful remained, goblins and a handful of humans mostly, jeering as the rowboats pulled away.
“Alright guys, you’ve got jobs to do,” Frankie called out to those who remained, then nodded to Skarlet and her little crew. “Thanks for the backup, but we got it from here. Let the garrison know we’re all good here.”
Then she made her way down the dock and stood at its end, watching the little boats retreat to their main ship, anchored aways off the coast. She tapped her lip with the end of her pipe in thought, that smirk ever present as she lifted a boot and placed it atop one of the wooden bollards that jutted out of the deck. “Better luck next time,” she murmured to nobody in particular.
“Cap,” the voice was of her Quartermaster, who had been watching intently from the sidelines, as she walked up beside the woman. “That was certainly interesting.” She looked out to sea for a moment, hands clutching a bundle of papers close to her chest. “She dropped something on the way out.” She held out the map, which had been stepped on once or twice as people left the scene, and handed to the Captain. Neither of them looked away from the retreating boats. “Want me to write a report for the boss?”
“Does she read them?” Frankie asked as she finally looked down at the map and looked it over. She knew Naoki did, or at least had them dictated, but she liked to poke fun where she could get away with it. The map showed the new gang were close, but that wasn’t really her problem to worry about. “Nah, I’ll tell her myself. I get the feeling I’ll be seeing her real soon anyway.”
“What’ll you tell her?” the other goblin asked. “Think that woman is gonna be a problem?”
The captain rolled up the paper and placed it in her jacket pocket, then placed her boot back up again as something to lean on. “I give her six months before they realise they’re being led by someone who doesn’t know what she’s doing. Seriously... who brings a table...?”
The quartermaster’s smile turned to its regular smugness as she pulled her own pipe from her bag. “Generous.”
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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 Mar 13, 2024 11:52:37 GMT -5
Skarlet stays back and watches the sailors closely with one of her arms behind her back concealing that the nails on that hand are becoming sharper and she was building up blood pressure in that arm to potentially blast someone with a claw projectile. Unexpectedly the sailors all retreated onto their boat and left.
"I was expecting more trouble than that..." The vampire relaxes her arm and it soon reverts to its base form. She signals for her knight Rosé to come over to her and tells him to report back to the garrison that the situation was resolved. After he left Skarlet came over to look at the papers the goblins were looking at to get a look herself. Was this a map of where they are based? She recognized the island to the south, these people were close.
Skarlet quietly leaves with Wah Doobie to resume his training.
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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, 2024 18:38:44 GMT -5
Shortly after the rowboats’ departure, Lady Naoki arrives at the docks, sweeping up the street with heavy footfalls and a long cloak billowing behind her. She’s followed by a column of guardsmen twenty strong, weapons loose and ready for trouble.
However, it seems the trouble isn’t here anymore. Casting an eye this way and that, Naoki doesn’t immediately spy anyone who doesn’t belong. Approaching Frankie, Naoki stands beside her and casts her gaze out into the bay, where a large foreign ship is beginning to leave.
“What all happened here?” she asks.
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Fran'garaz "Frankie"
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 30
Appearance: Frankie stands at a small 5 foot even. This is of course taller than most goblins, who average out at about 4 feet to 4'4 feet, but shes far shorter than those of her father's race, as orcs tend to average 6+ feet.
She's unmistakable as a half Goblin however, by her green skin and short darker green hair, her long, pointed ears, and her long, mischievous grin. However, some orc does creep into her features, most notably by the small tusks that jut up from the bottom of the jaw. They're small enough that they're only noticeable when she smiles.
Her face is slightly more attractive than most goblins, with high cheekbones, large orange pupiled eyes, and a slightly upturned button nose. Her hair is mostly unkempt on top with similar bangs that droop down at the top of her jaw, but the back is usually pulled into a small, messy ponytail.
Finally, she sports a handful of golden rings through her ears, as well as a ring through her septum.
Though she could be considered relatively attractive, she's still prone to goblin hyperactivity from time to time which twists her features. In such a state, her eyes and grin seem to grow larger and slightly crazed, but this state is usually one of joyfulness and mischievousness, and rarely ends in injury. Instead, it's more likely to result in mere property damage
Equipment: Frankie is a merchant vessel captain first and foremost. To keep up appearances, she can usually be found wearing a white silken shirt, a big red belt with a golden buckle, and a pair of navy pants that match her captain's coat and tricorn hat.
However, she never really forsook her tribal heritage. When out in the wilds or jn private, she sometimes can be found in her a light, leather and fur top that covers her from half way up her midsection and up to her neck, leaving her midriff and arms exposed. This is coupled with a matching skirt that reaches just above her knees, and finally a pair of wraps that cover her shins and ankles, then wraps around the middle of her feet, leaving the ankles and toes exposed, giving her better purchase when in the brush.
Frankie is an expert with a knife and always has one on her for personal protection, but she is also a great shot with a bow and arrow, having been taught by her mother. Though her father always wanted to teach her how to wield an axe, being an orc, she found that she had trouble with the weight of such weapons, and decided a quick, versatile fighting style would keep her alive longer.
Finally, though not equipment, she owns her own trade ship. A fairly large boat for a goblin, the ship is one part her home, one part transport hauler, and one part store front. She's spent a good few years collecting and trading that the hull of the ship is mostly full of all sorts of goods.
Skills and Abilities: Frankie is a merchant first and foremost. Goblins tended to do most of the trading in her mixed tribe, as the orcs weren't as charismatic nor crafty enough to trade efficiently. The goblins however used their stature and the stereotypes of their kind to their advantage, allowing their trade partners to think they're ripping them off, when the tables are actually turned.
As a half Goblin, Frankie is able to use a handful of tactics from both goblins and larger humanoids, as well as her looks. She's a fair merchant, but has a keen eye for an excellent deal. She's one to take advantage of whatever situation she comes into, and usually ends up on top.
Being the daughter of a goblin ranger and an orc warrior, she also knows how to hunt and fight with great skill, choosing range and a knife as well as her own two hands.
Finally, like most goblins, she is prone to Goblin Hyperactivity. When this occurs, starts to think, speak, and move at great speeds, often running and climbing from one thing to the other, and it usually ends with great joy and mischief as well as likely property damage. There's no time to consider not breaking something when there's fun to be had, stuff to climb, and things to do.
Enemies of the goblins often consider this akin to a berserker frenzy, but those who are friends of the goblins either join in the fun or stay out of the way.
Registered: Jan 9, 2022 23:34:33 GMT -5
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Post by Fran'garaz "Frankie" on Mar 16, 2024 19:05:56 GMT -5
The half goblin stood at the end of the dock enjoying her pipe as Naoki made her way down. She looked over her shoulder to the cat eared woman, then nodded to her Quartermaster. “Told ya.” With that, the Quartermaster bowed her head with a small smirk and headed back towards the dock master’s building, intent on getting back to her own duties.
“Boss lady.” Frankie took a moment, formulating what she would tell Naoki in her mind as her eyes remained fixed on the boat headed back out to sea. Finally, she glanced up at Naoki. “Nice cloak.” She took another puff of her pipe, tapped her lip, then looked back out to sea.
“Long story short,” she began. “Whoever’s in charge of that boat is a moron. Came over here with thirty guys, half armed, brought a big flag with ‘em, making a big spectacle of themselves, even tried to bribe one of my guys to let them pass. First big no-no of the day.” She placed her boot back up on the mooring bollard and leaned on her knee. “Two rocks rubbed together in her little head when I finally got to her, and the result was having the idea to talk to me like a kid. Second big no-no, you know I don’t stand for that, despite my height.”
She smirked and looked up at the one person she’d call boss, even if the title didn’t quite fit the situation. It was easier to think of it that way. “I told her to cut that shit out, that I’m the big dog around here, and to try again. She threw a lil fit, threw a map on the ground, and took off. Did I use more colourful language than that? Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t. Who wants to know?” She fished the map out of her pocket and held it out to Naoki.
Then Frankie shrugged and pointed the end of her pipe back out to sea. “The only thing of any interest she had to say was that she had a ‘small business idea’.” She made some hand quotations to emphasise her point. “Brought a fancy table too, took a couple-a guys to carry. I guess they wanted a deal done on it? I dunno.” She shook her head and let out a small sigh. “I got a feelin’ it wouldn’t-a been all that interesting.”
“The only question now is if she’s a threat.” She paused at that for a moment. “They’re setting up nearby, but she wasn’t exactly captain material, real arrogant, kinda clueless. We give her six months tops before someone on that boat realises she ain’t got much going on up there.” She then tapped her temple with the end of her pipe before sticking it back between her teeth. “We might hear from ‘em again, probably from someone… y’know. Diplomatic.”
She paused to think again, eyes narrowing again as she looked out towards the horizon. “They brought a table…” She tapped her lip once more. “Seriously, who brings a table? On a little rowboat? Sheesh.”
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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, 2024 21:30:24 GMT -5
“Thank you.” Lady Naoki doesn’t often wear a cloak, but the situation seemed to call for something ostentatious.
As she listens to Frankie’s explanation, Lady Naoki pulls a fine spyglass from her pocket and aims it at the big ship.
“The Historia,” she reads from the ship’s bow. “We haven’t seen this one before. Must be somewhat new. A fine vessel, as far as I can see from here, gilded. The figurehead is certainly… bold. I wonder where they’re from.” Shrugging a bit to herself, Naoki holds the spyglass for Frankie to borrow, if she’d like.
Next, Naoki turns her attention to the map. It’s a rough sketch of the Cathead Peninsula, seemingly from the perspective of a ship traversing around it. The Twin Cities are marked, as well as a location on the island due south of Port Argentium.
"We welcome you to a better future away from your unseen prison.” Naoki reads from the text written below the map. “... Strange.”
Gesturing for a guardsman to come close and listen to instructions, she gestures to the ship. “Send a pair of Dawn Riders to follow them home. Scout their settlement from the air, but nothing further for the time being. I would know more of our new neighbors.”
The guardsman nods and excuses himself.
Returning her attention to Frankie, Naoki offers a shrug. “Strange. Do me this: check around to make triply sure that everyone and everything that arrived with this group, left with this group -- whoever they were. It strikes me as exceedingly odd that they would sail such a large vessel over here, get into one spat, and immediately leave. So we'll all do our due diligence in ensuring they didn't forget to take with them any rapscallions, firebombs, or whathaveyou.”
“And if we see any more ships with that same flag, they'll not be permitted to dock without first going through either you or me. That all seem sufficient and appropriate to you?”
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Fran'garaz "Frankie"
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 30
Appearance: Frankie stands at a small 5 foot even. This is of course taller than most goblins, who average out at about 4 feet to 4'4 feet, but shes far shorter than those of her father's race, as orcs tend to average 6+ feet.
She's unmistakable as a half Goblin however, by her green skin and short darker green hair, her long, pointed ears, and her long, mischievous grin. However, some orc does creep into her features, most notably by the small tusks that jut up from the bottom of the jaw. They're small enough that they're only noticeable when she smiles.
Her face is slightly more attractive than most goblins, with high cheekbones, large orange pupiled eyes, and a slightly upturned button nose. Her hair is mostly unkempt on top with similar bangs that droop down at the top of her jaw, but the back is usually pulled into a small, messy ponytail.
Finally, she sports a handful of golden rings through her ears, as well as a ring through her septum.
Though she could be considered relatively attractive, she's still prone to goblin hyperactivity from time to time which twists her features. In such a state, her eyes and grin seem to grow larger and slightly crazed, but this state is usually one of joyfulness and mischievousness, and rarely ends in injury. Instead, it's more likely to result in mere property damage
Equipment: Frankie is a merchant vessel captain first and foremost. To keep up appearances, she can usually be found wearing a white silken shirt, a big red belt with a golden buckle, and a pair of navy pants that match her captain's coat and tricorn hat.
However, she never really forsook her tribal heritage. When out in the wilds or jn private, she sometimes can be found in her a light, leather and fur top that covers her from half way up her midsection and up to her neck, leaving her midriff and arms exposed. This is coupled with a matching skirt that reaches just above her knees, and finally a pair of wraps that cover her shins and ankles, then wraps around the middle of her feet, leaving the ankles and toes exposed, giving her better purchase when in the brush.
Frankie is an expert with a knife and always has one on her for personal protection, but she is also a great shot with a bow and arrow, having been taught by her mother. Though her father always wanted to teach her how to wield an axe, being an orc, she found that she had trouble with the weight of such weapons, and decided a quick, versatile fighting style would keep her alive longer.
Finally, though not equipment, she owns her own trade ship. A fairly large boat for a goblin, the ship is one part her home, one part transport hauler, and one part store front. She's spent a good few years collecting and trading that the hull of the ship is mostly full of all sorts of goods.
Skills and Abilities: Frankie is a merchant first and foremost. Goblins tended to do most of the trading in her mixed tribe, as the orcs weren't as charismatic nor crafty enough to trade efficiently. The goblins however used their stature and the stereotypes of their kind to their advantage, allowing their trade partners to think they're ripping them off, when the tables are actually turned.
As a half Goblin, Frankie is able to use a handful of tactics from both goblins and larger humanoids, as well as her looks. She's a fair merchant, but has a keen eye for an excellent deal. She's one to take advantage of whatever situation she comes into, and usually ends up on top.
Being the daughter of a goblin ranger and an orc warrior, she also knows how to hunt and fight with great skill, choosing range and a knife as well as her own two hands.
Finally, like most goblins, she is prone to Goblin Hyperactivity. When this occurs, starts to think, speak, and move at great speeds, often running and climbing from one thing to the other, and it usually ends with great joy and mischief as well as likely property damage. There's no time to consider not breaking something when there's fun to be had, stuff to climb, and things to do.
Enemies of the goblins often consider this akin to a berserker frenzy, but those who are friends of the goblins either join in the fun or stay out of the way.
Registered: Jan 9, 2022 23:34:33 GMT -5
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Post by Fran'garaz "Frankie" on Mar 17, 2024 11:15:39 GMT -5
Frankie plucks the spyglass from the offered hand, gives it a twirl as any experienced captain, and a bit of a showoff, would, and peers through. She makes mental notes of the design of the ship, it’s name, and it’s figurehead and wonders to herself - how did that captain get that ship? She could only assume it wasn’t earned.
“I picked up a saying once upon a time from a farmer I’d drink with when we pulled into Uzken town.” It was a small port town along the long coasts that Frankie would trade through. “Farmed the best Inkle fruit and bazkar potatoes you’d ever taste. We usually took on a few crates when we stopped by.” She stood up straight and lowered the eyeglass, mulling the design over in her head some more. “One of the few who went toe to toe with me on the ales. Anyway, he’d always say to me, ‘Frankie, ya can get all the fertiliser ye can get, shovel for shovel, and put it in the nicest box ye can - gold trim, diamond locks, all carved up with nice lil doodles.” She then held the spyglass back to Naoki. “But it’s still a box of shit.” She gave a smug smile and looked back out to see. “I’m not gonna underestimate a ship, her crew looked half decent, but a ship’s only as good as her captain. I’m no warship captain, but I’d probably sail circles around her with the Queen and the boys.”
A small gleam came to Frankie’s eye at the mention of the Dawnriders, and she couldn’t help but let out an excited, but muted “Griffins. Yesss…” She then cleared her throat when addressed again and pulled herself together, but that tiny tusked grin remained on her angular face. “Already on it, Lady N,” she said with a wink. “My number 1 is taking care of it now, telling the boys to look around, double checking nobody saw anything. I think that strangeness is down to someone being a little entitled and not knowing what to do when told to meet someone else’s standards.” She hooked a thumb out to sea. “But still, we’re workin’ on it. The place’ll be searched top to bottom by shift’s end.”
“And don’t worry about them setting foot on my docks without permission,” Frankie said, placing her boot back up on the bollard and striking a confident pose. “They’ve got some grovelling to do before I let them past me. Big Al will have words with ‘em if they try.”
She peered into her pipe and tutted once, then produced a small device from her coat. She gripped it tight a few times, and with each grip sparks flicked from the top, lighting a wick, which she put into her pipe to give it a few puffs. That’s better. “Anything else you need done, chief?” she asked as she blew out a plume of smoke, then offered the pipe to Naoki. She’d never seen the cat lady smoke, but it would be impolite not to. “Otherwise, I got a list of duties to see to before I call it a day. Got a dinner planned with a feisty redhead gal pal later tonight, don’t wanna be late for that.”
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