Usque
Committed
Roleplay posts: 80
Biography: This is the NPC account for the people of the Usque
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island and Sindarin
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 9:55:43 GMT -5
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Post by Usque on Feb 25, 2024 22:00:21 GMT -5
 The Prancing Unicorn Tavern and Inn This is a new addition to Trinity Island within the growing village as more people show up to the area. The owners work on trade at the moment as there is no currency present in that area. Payment is usually trade items or labor until currency gets established. This inn has six private rooms, two communal rooms, the common room where there are ten tables, mostly small ones and perhaps two big ones. There is a hearth that is used for warmth and one in the kitchen to provide for cooking heat. InnKeep - Mai (47, Male, tall and burly with a scar on the left side of his face, has a friendly demeanor) Barkeep - Tal (36 Male, Burly, bald, kind of gruff) Servers - Janna (Youngish, blonde, bubbly lass), Lark (20 Male, lanky, redheaded, very flamboyant in the wannabe bard sort of way, though he does have a lovely tenor.) Food/Drink Poi Fruit Tarts - Tarts made with a nut crust and poi fruit Funny Plum Pudding - A pudding  made with duck egg custard and funny plum pudding (Both fruits are intoxicating, the Funny Plums kind of similar to how Cannabis works, and undecided for now on the Poi Fruit) Roast Meat (These vary from day to day, Venison, beef, or pork.) Roast Fowl (Chicken, Duck, or other birds) Boiled Eggs Salt Beef Fish (Unidentified) Fish Eggs Turtle Root Vegetables Cheese |
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Mar 3, 2024 16:59:36 GMT -5
Faisine, exhausted by that point, escorted the group of people from the beach into the forest, taking note of the dusty scent in the air for an impending dust storm, shelter would be a good thing to procure. "We may want to cover our faces in the days to come," she commented. It wasn't a heavy scent as of yet and might produce tickled throats for those who were sensitive.
The inn was built with the recycled lumber of various ships, evident in the structure's exterior. The inside was fresh looking and the tables and chairs were new care of villagers making use of every part of the felled trees with which the village was built with. It was a charming interior.
The nymph led them inside and into the tavern adjacent to the inn, gesturing toward the various tables, mostly empty but for a local or two as the night had fallen. Faisine left them for the moment and set about making sleeping arrangements. Depending on how many people there were, any overflow would be given refuge in the village proper as there were places set up for such events.
Being that there would be at least a coronation if not a royal wedding, there would possibly be another influx of people anyway as the people in these parts were no longer isolated.
Then she moved back into the Tavern, nodded to everyone and said, "There are private rooms and communal rooms available, they said ten could fit comfortably there. There are beds also available in some empty homes. The village is growing rapidly as of late. You may want to hold off on exploring too much until after the storm dies down. It seems like it should be here come morning. After the dust settles, I will get you an audience with Tana the Tongue Tied, the queen."
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Cutthroat
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Appearance: Cutthroat flashes a menagerie of shades that vary during her mood or her will, though she is commonly seen with a silvery sheen. Her eyes, though they seem black and predatory from a distance, shine with the same brilliance as the milky way at night when viewed closely. The pupils dilate between circles and slits. Though the floating mop on her head seems like hair, they are actually flat cilia that slide through the water as effortlessly as she does. Two large fins branch off from the sides of her head and the back of her neck. Running from the top of her head down to her tail, tapering off, is a very large crested fin that is normally pressed tightly against her back. She has a long, flat tail ending with a stiff, crested fin. Scales cover her entire body, save for spots along her chest, shoulders, face, and stomach. Her teeth are triangular razors lining her mouth. Lining her arms are sharp, knifelike spikes used to slice prey as she swims by them.
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Skills and Abilities: Cutthroat is fast. She's one of the fastest creatures in the sea when she's at a sprint, moving at fifty miles per hour at her swiftest. She's also apt at using the natural weapons of her body: the knifelike appendages that line her arms. She was named for a particularly fantastic ability to aim for the throat of her prey.
Registered: Jun 9, 2021 23:30:15 GMT -5
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Post by Cutthroat on Mar 6, 2024 20:49:11 GMT -5
Cutthroat had been practicing her common where she could, and as with all things, she was a quick study. She was at the point where she could talk to them about simple things and scowl at them when they used more complicated words. She could also run now! Which was exciting, but sometimes she still stumbled to her knees. She was scratched up and bruised, though most of it was of her own volition. The fish out of water was far too stubborn to slow down or take it easy once the worst of her sadness subsided. All she knew was how to go forward.
"Is it better than sleeping in boat?" she asked Faisine when she came back. "And why do we speak to the queen?"
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 58 
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Mar 24, 2024 14:37:07 GMT -5
Cal looked around the room, hands in pocket, as he considered it all. This was the first bit of proper civilization he'd seen in a while, far from what he was used to but his gaze flicked to Cutthroat when she asked her questions. "Depends on who you ask." He mused, he personally preferred sleeping on a ship but he came from a sea-fairing island people. It was just in his blood.
Melana had opted to return to her ship rather than go to the inn. She wanted to record some of what she'd learned happened while it was fresh in her mind, she'd extended an offer to visit her which he was thinking of taking advantage of later. It had been too long since he'd stepped foot on a proper ship, the yacht was better than nothing but it was so small he actually found himself missing dryland on it.
"Also, your common is getting better. You think being turned human is helping with that?" She'd shown more progress in the last few hours than she'd ever shown before. Changing species to learn a language, that was one way to immerse yourself in it he supposed.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Mar 25, 2024 20:24:47 GMT -5
Her part of the journey had been quiet because she didn't have much to say, and even now as she eased into a chair. She looked at the others for a moment and then down at the fresh table. She ran her fingers over the smooth surface and traced some wood grain. The serving lass came over and Faisine asked for water for herself, there was more available that isn't listed above, so the lass offered alcohol or other libations to the two, and different foods.
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made with duck egg custard and funny plum pudding
