New Isra
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71
Biography: This account represents the NPCs and locations associated with New Isra!
Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:30:20 GMT -5
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Post by New Isra on Feb 14, 2022 7:15:14 GMT -5
Lady Naoki, having been told of an exotic celebration from one of Port Argentium’s recently arrived refugees, has decided that the celebration must be held — here and now! It is called a ‘Lūʻau’, or the anglicized ‘Luau’ if you can’t be bothered. It is a celebration — a party, held on the beach, featuring delicious food, music with drums and chanting, and traditional garb consisting of grass skirts and flower necklaces. And indeed, food has been arranged, and page boys are going every which way with boxes of grass skirts and flower necklaces, encouraging all that attend to leave their clothes at home and don the festive garments.
Port Argentium’s celebration doesn’t quite check all the boxes as fully and as traditionally as they may have been back from wherever that refugee was from, but Lady Naoki is at this party and she’s wearing the festive garments. Plus, there’s proper alcohol, so that more than compensates for any perceived shortfalls.
Not far from the BBQ Spit, the carpenters have fashioned a long bar. Waist height, with plenty of stools set up alongside, it is staffed by a crew of probably-mostly-trained bartenders, who serve mixed drinks in coconut halves. (They ask that you bring the half coconut back for your next drink because there aren’t that many coconuts to go around.)
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Indica
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: matured Pchelinaya
Appearance: Indica is a race of bee people called Pchelinaya and exhibits physical characteristics similar to the bees her people take care of. Her features are mostly human with the only exception being the insect wings that grow from her back. She has blonde hair that is usually braided. Like most Pchelinaya, she is quite small and stands at 6 inches tall.
Equipment: She carries around a whip with a stinger attached to the end. She was once a noble fighter in her hive but when the time came for her to decide whether to continue life in the hive, she chose to live life outside of the buzz of her community.
Registered: Feb 14, 2022 16:09:06 GMT -5
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Post by Indica on Feb 14, 2022 16:28:00 GMT -5
Indica had heard the buzz about this luau, the word was quite foreign to her. Parties did not exist much in her old home, but she did go to enough parties to know how to let loose and have fun. She flew on over to the sandy beach wearing a grass skirt and a floral bra. Clothing did not come easy for a creature standing 6 inches tall but she makes do, every now and again if she was lucky she could be able to find doll clothing. She sure was lucky when she was able to find the wooden dollhouse that she currently lives in now though it doesn't have an official address not that she's getting any mail. She flew over to the Tiki bar and will order a drink. Boy she loved to drink, she has a high tolerance compared to her own kind but compared to her much larger friends, her tolerance is a bit of a slim shadow in comparison. She will ask whoever is running the bar if they could deposit a few drops of spiced rum into a shallow dish along with a decorative umbrella. For those that may arrive at the tiki bar, Indica could easily be mistaken for a bee or other small insects if others were not careful. She hopes she is not squished during this luau.
She had seen many given a necklace of flowers to adorn their necks for this fun beach activity. Indica suspects that she will not be able to wear a flower necklace today, but she has accepted the disadvantages of her minuscule stature. She chooses to sit at the table instead of the seats that were lined at the bar. She did take notice in the limbo and volleyball games. Limbo would be a breeze for her, she might be disqualified before she could even walk up to the stick and thinking about having to smack a ball 10 times her size makes her stomach turn. Indica doesn't mind missing out, she would much rather spectate the joyful events.
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Lugruk
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 46
Appearance: A burly orcish man with jade green skin and yellow eyes. His dark hair is tinged with streaks of gray, and he sports an impeccably groomed beard that tied off into thick ropes on either side.
Equipment: A chain shirt, various knives, a tin full of beard oil, and a morningstar kept behind the bar for emergencies.
Skills and Abilities: Lugruk commands incredible strength, though in he is extremely out of practice in terms of combat. His martial prowess has been supplanted by a talent for drink, be it serving to an inn or brewing his own.
Registered: Feb 15, 2022 15:38:45 GMT -5
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Post by Lugruk on Feb 15, 2022 17:36:47 GMT -5
Lugruk didn't rightly know what a Lūʻau was, but he did know how to serve drinks. And these Israns were definitely in need of some drinks. He could practically feel the dread radiating off of some of these sods - Naoki notwithstanding, of course. The cat had already visited his station a handful of times before the party had officially even begun - and who was he to tell her no? The orc had only arrived in Port Argentium a couple weeks ago, but it didn't take long at all to figure out that Naoki was a lady who knew how to have a good time.
At present, Lugruk had forgone his armor in favor of an open neck shirt, the green of his chest decorated with one of the leis that had been passed around earlier. He had just stopped to rip a sizable bite out of a hunk of meat he has taken from the spit (it was amazing - he would have to figure out who had hunted the bastard and thank them) when he finally spotted the miniature woman sitting at the edge of the bar.
"Shit!" Lugruk exclaimed in a gravelly voice, his mouth still full of half-chewed barbecue. "Didn't see you there. I'll have that right out for you."
Sucking the last juices of the meat from his fingers, the orc ducked behind the bar and returned with a chipped tea saucer. Lugruk set the plate on the bar and poured a few drops of rum into it, just as she had asked. Unfortunately, he was a bit at a loss for a tiny umbrella. Lugruk scratched his beard in contemplation for a moment, eventually taking a toothpick from his mouth, stabbing it into a cork, and topping it with one of the larger flowers plucked from his lei.
"Don't think we've been introduced before, miss." The orc extended his hand, thought better of it, and switched to extend only his pinky finger instead. He offered a wide, toothy grin, still decorated with strips of pork stuck between his teeth. "Name's Lugruk, at your service."
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Indica
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: matured Pchelinaya
Appearance: Indica is a race of bee people called Pchelinaya and exhibits physical characteristics similar to the bees her people take care of. Her features are mostly human with the only exception being the insect wings that grow from her back. She has blonde hair that is usually braided. Like most Pchelinaya, she is quite small and stands at 6 inches tall.
Equipment: She carries around a whip with a stinger attached to the end. She was once a noble fighter in her hive but when the time came for her to decide whether to continue life in the hive, she chose to live life outside of the buzz of her community.
Registered: Feb 14, 2022 16:09:06 GMT -5
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Post by Indica on Feb 15, 2022 17:55:40 GMT -5
"it's okay. I am quite easy to miss. I'm glad you did not mistake me for a pesky common fly" she will sip a little of her drink. The saucer others would think small but to Indica, she could easily lay in it if it wasn't wet with rum. She sighed as the alcohol hits her tastebuds. "My name is Indica. I appreciate your service here. This party seems quite fun but I don't dare participate in activities that may cause an unfair advantage to others" she says referring to the limbo. "I haven't had the pork yet, I can smell the juices from here. It would seem silly to ask someone to cut the tiniest of sliver for me." She returns to sit at the bar countertop resting her weight on her arms outstretched behind her. "don't worry about the umbrella, it would have been nice to have a sun umbrella that I can use for the future as a little gal needs to have all the advantage she can get to make it in this big world. She will look at his attempt to make an umbrella and accept it. Either way, she can use the petals as stuffing in a pillow if she wanted.
After a few more minutes she will fly over and sit on the cork. A comfy chair. "this will make a nice stool in my home. Thank you for your generosity." Indica doesn't know if this cork is a valuable resource. "what do I owe for the drinks?" Carrying around gold has been hard for her but she has created a wagon to help her with transporting small amounts of gold and if need be she can always bring more from her home a few blocks away.
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Lugruk
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 46
Appearance: A burly orcish man with jade green skin and yellow eyes. His dark hair is tinged with streaks of gray, and he sports an impeccably groomed beard that tied off into thick ropes on either side.
Equipment: A chain shirt, various knives, a tin full of beard oil, and a morningstar kept behind the bar for emergencies.
Skills and Abilities: Lugruk commands incredible strength, though in he is extremely out of practice in terms of combat. His martial prowess has been supplanted by a talent for drink, be it serving to an inn or brewing his own.
Registered: Feb 15, 2022 15:38:45 GMT -5
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Post by Lugruk on Feb 17, 2022 15:21:16 GMT -5
"Can't say i'd be so quick to join either if I shared your stature. Especially the game with the net! I try not to pick fights with things that are ten times my size. Least, not anymore." Lugruk chuckled. "Anyways, thanks for understanding, Miss Indica. Wish I could roll out the red carpet for ya, but we're making do with what we have."
Without waiting for Indica to ask, the orc took a half-eaten plate from the end of the bar. It had recently been abandoned, its former patron elsewhere for the moment. Unsheathing a dagger from his belt, Lugruk stripped a sliver from a skewer resting on the plate, coiling it beside the cork where Indica sat with a wink.
At the woman's offer, Lugruk held out the palm of his hand. "Don't owe me a thing. S'all on the house, courtesy of the lady over yonder with the ears. Course, that's assuming you don't drink more than your fill - but I reckon that won't be much of a problem in your case, at least." The old orc smiled. How much could one bug-lady drink, anyway? "Ask me nicely, and I'll keep pouring your drinks 'til you can't fly straight."
The supply of booze he had to give was finite, sure. But there were worse ways to make a good first impression on a new group of people. In Lugruk's experience, it was hard to hate on the guy who rolled up to the party with a keg beneath each arm.
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Indica
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: matured Pchelinaya
Appearance: Indica is a race of bee people called Pchelinaya and exhibits physical characteristics similar to the bees her people take care of. Her features are mostly human with the only exception being the insect wings that grow from her back. She has blonde hair that is usually braided. Like most Pchelinaya, she is quite small and stands at 6 inches tall.
Equipment: She carries around a whip with a stinger attached to the end. She was once a noble fighter in her hive but when the time came for her to decide whether to continue life in the hive, she chose to live life outside of the buzz of her community.
Registered: Feb 14, 2022 16:09:06 GMT -5
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Post by Indica on Feb 17, 2022 15:53:56 GMT -5
Her eyes widen as he serves her a piece of meat. She didn't mind that it was already eaten from. Her kind have a strong stomach and immune system to fight off foreign bodies. "Wow thank you once again" she will tear a piece of the meat and eat it with her hands. Tiny silverware is hard to find and she has gotten used to using her hands. It may not be very civil looking but she still retains the habit from her hive life.
Her eyebrows quicker at his question of how much can she drink. "To be honest with you, I am feeling a little tipsy" she has already finished the first round of the drops of spiced rum he served her. "Make whatever you want for me, I like a good surprise but I think maybe a few more drops and I may be at my limit." The alcohol content of these drinks drunken by the big ones are strong for her, her kind are not known to be big drinkers. If another Pchelinaya was drinking they would certainly be out cold.
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Lugruk
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 46
Appearance: A burly orcish man with jade green skin and yellow eyes. His dark hair is tinged with streaks of gray, and he sports an impeccably groomed beard that tied off into thick ropes on either side.
Equipment: A chain shirt, various knives, a tin full of beard oil, and a morningstar kept behind the bar for emergencies.
Skills and Abilities: Lugruk commands incredible strength, though in he is extremely out of practice in terms of combat. His martial prowess has been supplanted by a talent for drink, be it serving to an inn or brewing his own.
Registered: Feb 15, 2022 15:38:45 GMT -5
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Post by Lugruk on Feb 19, 2022 21:16:00 GMT -5
"A lightweight in every sense of the word, huh?" Lugruk guffawed at his own bad joke, pouring out another thimble's worth of rum into the dish. "Come find me later, i'll give you a taste of some of the good stuff I left back on the boat. Assuming you remember this conversation, of course. Got a keg o' blackberry mead that I bet you'd love - made that one m'self, as a matter of fact!" The orc beamed, grinning from ear to ear and giving an exaggerated thumbs-up. "Only reason it's not out here now is on account of how fast it would go. Tryin' to make the top shelf last, yaknow?"
Lugruk paused for a moment, a stray thought diverting his attention away from his advertisement. He scrunched up his face with curiosity, doing his best to make eye contact with Indica. "Actually, that gets me thinking. Those are bee wings, right? You, and people like you... can you make honey?"
The orc stopped himself, smiling apologetically and nervously scratching the back of his head. "Hope that isn't ignorant of me to ask! I don't know a lick about your people, so apologies if that's the case. I think I might be getting ahead of myself here."
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Indica
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: matured Pchelinaya
Appearance: Indica is a race of bee people called Pchelinaya and exhibits physical characteristics similar to the bees her people take care of. Her features are mostly human with the only exception being the insect wings that grow from her back. She has blonde hair that is usually braided. Like most Pchelinaya, she is quite small and stands at 6 inches tall.
Equipment: She carries around a whip with a stinger attached to the end. She was once a noble fighter in her hive but when the time came for her to decide whether to continue life in the hive, she chose to live life outside of the buzz of her community.
Registered: Feb 14, 2022 16:09:06 GMT -5
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Post by Indica on Feb 19, 2022 22:21:37 GMT -5
"top shelf wow, I'll definitely have to make a pitstop at your ship" Indica will finish the rest of her drink. Indica is a friendly drunk. She'll talk with anyone that can stand her chatty personality. "Sure we can produce honey, but it's a little hard to make on your own, it's more of a group effort, but there's a hive in the southeast part of this place that you can probably arrange a deal"
The alcohol soon hits her. In addition to be a friendly little gal, she reverts to speaking in the native Pchelinaya language of buzzes and bzzt. It is insanely similar to the sounds a bee makes. "bzzt buzz zzz" she says to the poor barkeep who has to listen to her chatter.
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The Chesknight
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Appearance: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring, though its powers have been lost to the mists.
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Skills and Abilities: The Chesknight's strength lies in just that: His strength. Strong enough to lift several hundred pounds, and to swing his sword with violent force, he unfortunately lacks reach or speed to keep up with normal humans due to his stubby legs.
He is also a greatly talented swordsman, using his unique style to throw people off-balance. His height and speed, coupled with his enormous strength allows him to fight enemies who must struggle to compensate, and often forget that his blade alone isn't the only component in combat...
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Biography: Despite being one of the notoriously capricious fey, the Chesknight is loyal and taciturn. He's kind and generous to a fault, and finds it difficult to understand humankind. He's trusting, though determined to counter and fight his perceived evils and protect whom he perceives as innocent, typically farms or other workers of the land.
Rescued by the Depravity, he has sworn to protect those aboard to the best of his abilities. Serving as a handyman, guard, and even babysitter when the need arises.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 21:03:12 GMT -5
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Post by The Chesknight on Feb 20, 2022 18:40:08 GMT -5
"Well, you may not be a Captain in status, but you are a Captain in spirit!"
The Chesknight declared, seemingly to himself as he spoke to the strange pirate-like cat perched on his shoulder. Approaching the bar, he looked up at the stool he was expected to sit upon. This was his Everest. Walking one way and then the other he gauged the enemy. Only his eyes peeked over the top of the seat and with some effort he pulled himself up, his stubby legs failing uselessly as he pulled himself over the edge. Shifting he managed to sit, peering over the bar at one of the bartenders.
"My good sir, may I partake in the beverage of the evening?" he asked, boisterously, patting the bar hard enough to make it tremble unsteadily.
"Sorry, kid, you're a little young," the reply was followed by a shrug until the Chesknight laughed uproariously.
"I assure you, I'm quite a bit older than I might appear!" Satisfied with the deep, resonant tone of the voice and dissatisfied with having to work during the first party pf the new island the bartender shrugged and handed the coconut over. The Chesknight, for his part, gazed uncertainly at it. It looked like he was being served a drink from the skull of a brother. Touching it to his helmet where his mouth would be he tipped it back, the liquid inside disappearing as it made contact
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Indica
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: matured Pchelinaya
Appearance: Indica is a race of bee people called Pchelinaya and exhibits physical characteristics similar to the bees her people take care of. Her features are mostly human with the only exception being the insect wings that grow from her back. She has blonde hair that is usually braided. Like most Pchelinaya, she is quite small and stands at 6 inches tall.
Equipment: She carries around a whip with a stinger attached to the end. She was once a noble fighter in her hive but when the time came for her to decide whether to continue life in the hive, she chose to live life outside of the buzz of her community.
Registered: Feb 14, 2022 16:09:06 GMT -5
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Post by Indica on Feb 21, 2022 1:07:12 GMT -5
Inidca feeling the rumble of the table falls off of her cork chair. The little person bounces a few inches off the table before landing on her rear on the table. She places her hands on her hips and buzzes at the Chesknight. "Excuse me! I'm trying to drink here, what's your problem pal!?" She huffs and puffs at him with her buzzes before slumping back on her cork.
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Whiskers
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Appearance: A grey and white cat with piercing blue eyes. He sports a pirate outfit fit for the finest of crews. A large black captain's hat with crossbones, a caution to others. Is he a captain? No one really knows. Whiskers wears a black shirt as soft as cotton. The black sleeves embroidered with gold accents give way to white ruffled sleeve ends. The shirt has a cute white collar that Whiskers prefers to wear up. Did Whiskers dress himself, or has someone put him in it? No one truly knows.
Equipment: Whiskers takes with him a small pouch used to carry fish, papers, and other oddities.
Skills and Abilities: He does cat things since he is indeed a cat. In addition, he does occasionally deliver letters, but he himself is a true and through pirate.
Biography: meow meow meow meow meow. Meow meow! meow? MEOW!? Meow meow mrrrrr Meow.
Allegiances: anyone with a can of tuna
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 17:01:56 GMT -5
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Post by Whiskers on Feb 21, 2022 1:18:54 GMT -5
Whiskers had followed Tiki to the Limbo area and happily meows at his success before following him back. Whiskers would jump over the bar after chesknight. He congratulates Chesknight "Good job!" he chirps at his nutty friend.
The cat will glance over at the small lady. She sounds like a strange bug buzzing around. He will jump up onto the table and look closely at the strange lady. His head tilts back and fourth trying to figure out if this is friend or food
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Katiana Graves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 109
Appearance: When you want to hide a tree, you hide it in a forest. Similarly, if you wanted to hide Katiana, you would put her in a crowd of humans. Brown hair, brown eyes, thin features, and an unremarkable height may not set her apart, but the way she manipulates her expressions and gallivants around certainly do. Those who know her are familiar with a particularly mischievous left-sided smirk, above which forms a dimple. Those who have yet to meet her will immediately know her for the way she bounces from one place to the next, holding her skirts in her hands.
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Equipment: A recurve bow made of elm, a small wood-cutting ax, and a skinning knife complete Katiana's non-exhaustive equipment. Being an adventurer who often loses herself in the wilderness, she also favors flint and tinder, rope, medicines, a waterskin, sewing supplies, and food rations.
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Skills and Abilities: Though not particularly concerned in the art of warfare, Katiana has been a hunter for as long as she could hold a bow, and over the years, she became proficient with it. One could assume that if she needed to point her arrow at a charging warrior rather than a boar, she would have the same chances of hitting it. Years of adventuring have also taught her skills in survival.
Though she has no skills in magic, nothing is stopping her from learning. Katiana's family has a history of mages, though none have been particularly gifted.
Registered: Mar 17, 2021 16:34:46 GMT -5
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Post by Katiana Graves on Feb 21, 2022 5:50:01 GMT -5
Katiana walked into Port Argentium with the village in a much different mood than she'd left it. Everything was decorated with flowers, even the people! And they were in grass skirts and... other such lack of clothing. Katiana soon found herself standing in the middle of half-naked people while she was dressed head-to-toe in a blouse, jerkin, breeches, leather guards, boots, and gloves. She leaned against one of the beach huts and chewed on the inside of her cheek. Well, she supposed this was fine! She could take off her boots and her jerkin and untuck her blouse! No one would bat an eye, surely.
As she wondered if she was going to see Coatl that day after their return, as surely he was busy speaking with his tribe and speaking to them of all the stories of their trip, she began to unlace one of her boots, ready to dig her toes in!
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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 Feb 21, 2022 12:12:19 GMT -5
Lady Naoki, fresh off her successful limbo, meanders into the vicinity of the tiki bar. The pages have been good about keeping her supplied with tasty drinks, but she senses trouble to get into around here, and so winds her way among the crowd, casting her eyes and ears this way and that. Most of the faces are familiar, but there’s one she’s not seen in some time.
“Katiana?” As she approaches, Naoki seems disinclined to believe her eyes, and blinks several times. But it is no trick of the light, that’s Katiana Graves, returned at last from her lengthy journey with Coatl!
“Katiana — you’ve returned! And at such an auspicious time! Welcome to the festivities, to the Lūʻau!” Pronouncing the word exactly as she first heard it and bumping her hips to one side to set the grass of her skirt swaying, Naoki gestures broadly around them, seemingly quite pleased with how things are going. “Someone told me about this wonderful festival traditionally held on the beach, and it seemed a fit for Port Argentium. And by my reckoning, things are going quite well thus far!”
“But…” Trailing off, Naoki looks Katiana up and down. “You’re overdressed.” Shaking her head, Naoki tsk, tsk, tsks. “This is a strictly informal event, Ms. Graves, and I expect everyone to be dressed appropriately!” Waving one finger, it’s difficult to tell if Naoki is sincere in her chastisement.
“If you’ve only just arrived… I suppose it is excusable, but here…” Beckoning over a page boy, Naoki takes a grass skirt from his box. She then waves away the page boy guarding the door to the hut and ushers Katiana through the hanging grasses to the interior.
It’s a storage hut for alcohol. Crates are stacked up against the walls, filled with all manner of bottles of spirits. There’s space enough for them both to stand inside, but not much more than that.
Holding the grass skirt in one hand, Naoki waves dismissively toward Katiana’s clothes with the other. “Take all that off,” Naoki bids her. Occupying the doorway such as she is, it doesn’t seem as though Naoki is going to look away.
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Appearance: Skin just a skosh darker than an old clay pot. The shade of his hat occludes black, sun-beaten eyes, wavy, matted hair, and just enough beard to protect his chin. His hands are coarse and leathery, with wiry tendons. His height isn't quite imposing, it's but enough to lend credence to a purposeful stride and posture.
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Equipment: An old duster, scarf, and cotton shirt and slacks. A thin brigandine with copper plates and a military-grade pitchfork.
A single candle, a reagent of now forbidden degrees of power.
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Skills and Abilities: On his home turf, Coatl could manifest formidable elemental magic. Here the magic is suppressed down to more subtle manipulations. However, the spirit of Cuaté, the "Witch", is still with him.
Coatl is, at his core, a simple farmhand. His experience working on ranches and plantations has earned him a strong physique and a way with animals. When he was a teenager, he also spent some time as a city guard and militiaman, giving him basic competence with a variety of weapons.
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Biography: The Imilla Clan were migrant farmers and laborers, selling themselves to wealthier kingdoms. They were a people bound by working shanties, and stories of an Eden from whence their ancestors came. As a youth, Coatl felt they were naive. They possessed the most basic of martial skills and required the aid of capricious spirits with weak magic to protect them.
His suspicions were half true, for when they encountered a malevolent kingdom, they were very nearly enslaved. However, his parent's commitment to peace earned him, and him in particular, the loyalty of an ancestral spirit that was far more dependable.
Using the power of this spirit, Coatl and a few other "chosen ones" helped bring prosperity and safety to their clan, ensuring that no one else would try to enslave them. The golden years of their people came to an abrupt end, however, when the flood waters came...
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 23:42:08 GMT -5
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Post by Coatl of the Imilla on Feb 21, 2022 15:14:03 GMT -5
A familiar golden sprite would rush towards Naoki, do a quick circle around her, then rush towards Katiana. They'd both here a feminine voice say did you see did you see did you see did you see did you see?Coatl started to wander towards them, equally overdressed and covered in sand, holding up a wriggling baby bat monster. Did you see Coatl make a fool of himself at the limbo bar? Hehehe.
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Whiskers
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Appearance: A grey and white cat with piercing blue eyes. He sports a pirate outfit fit for the finest of crews. A large black captain's hat with crossbones, a caution to others. Is he a captain? No one really knows. Whiskers wears a black shirt as soft as cotton. The black sleeves embroidered with gold accents give way to white ruffled sleeve ends. The shirt has a cute white collar that Whiskers prefers to wear up. Did Whiskers dress himself, or has someone put him in it? No one truly knows.
Equipment: Whiskers takes with him a small pouch used to carry fish, papers, and other oddities.
Skills and Abilities: He does cat things since he is indeed a cat. In addition, he does occasionally deliver letters, but he himself is a true and through pirate.
Biography: meow meow meow meow meow. Meow meow! meow? MEOW!? Meow meow mrrrrr Meow.
Allegiances: anyone with a can of tuna
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 17:01:56 GMT -5
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Post by Whiskers on Feb 22, 2022 16:08:31 GMT -5
Whiskers will look at the newcomers coming in with grass skirts and flower necklaces. He will meow at Chesknight "why do I not have a grass skirt? Am I too overdressed?" Whiskers grows worried that he needs to shed his captain's outfit and don something a little more breezy. He will stomp his paws having a little kitty fit.
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