Foster

The Three Kings (High Casual)

Sorry.

Will work with how it is, BTW, timeskip to morning 'bout to happen.

The Three Kings (High Casual)

... I knew I was forgetting to tell someone.

BTW, was gonna let Miroslav sleep in the bar.
-There are other people.
(we were actually looking forward to poking Miro in the face with a stick, later)

But, sure, Miro can cover for the probie.

A Heart Frozen (Ebonfort)

The giant had come sooner, as apparently sorrow looked a lot like hunger. Chartose would have had to admit that both left an empty feeling in the chest. He was dragged not so much because he was trying to resist, but simply from his feet refusing to carry him quickly enough.

He was actually modestly surprised at the interior of the giantess's home, as he wasn't expecting a bed... at least not one that looked the part, and its cushions were surprisingly soft for a mattress that had to support a giant's girth. For some reason he was expecting nothing more than a slab of granite.

Once served, the young Charr picked at the food in front of him as he planned how to get Becker back; his appetite having left him with the news of Becker's detainment hitting him even harsher than his own. Feeding a stranger in such a desolate place was no doubt a kind gesture. He even figured the simple lock meant only to contain unthinking beasts could have been picked by someone with reasonable skill, but was likely more a test of trust as he sat upon the bed at relative ease, not wishing to offend her good intentions; or risk appearing foolish if his assumption proved wrong or his skills in lock-picking proved unsatisfactory.

Tricia's mark paced underneath his fur, trying to coax him to eat as well, to keep their strength... and to not appear rude. Besides, if he wouldn't, Tricia would have gladly volunteered to eat his meal, the meat at least.

"These potatoes aren't bad. Did you grow these yourself?" he asked, trying to learn something about these generous people... well, the ones that were generous, at least; not the ones that made jokes about killing entire expeditions just for stopping-by for a cup of sugar.

He then realized she was sitting by herself, staring; as he found himself patting a spot on the bed beside him, "It's your home, you can sit beside me if you'd like. I won't bite... Besides, I've brought someone along I've been meaning to show to the people here, I may as well show them to you, at least." He offered, knowing the quarantine on Fridgemount itself would probably keep Tricia from ever appearing in any history-books as the first living scream raptor to travel to Fridgemount, but he felt as though someone ought to know it had been done, and that such wondrous creatures existed south of their isolated borders.

Enigma: Dawn of the Rebellion (soft Reboot)

Since word is we'll still have Kharlee, I'm pegging a spot for a Southern-fired half-elf that performs dramatic-readings and performs other side-jobs if it pays well enough.

Name: Endre Roran
Age: 65, appears to be 32.
Attire/Appearance: 5'10" WIP (find pointy black shoes, Foster [nyet, his dinky feet are fine *Foster is bitten off-screen for insubordination*])
Race: Half-elf
Gender: Male
Occupation: Khalee's man-servant
Location: West-End
A Brief History: Struck-up intense gambling-debt when he was 38, sold into slavery, bought by Khalee's family when he was 40 to help look after her. Since then, he hasn't really minded working for her, since she doesn't ask much from him.
Other: Has a gambling-problem... this is probably a euphuism for something else.

The Three Kings (High Casual)

Eit happens.

O've got some peeps waiting month(s) between posts.

Elemental Legacy Reboot(Closed)

As Idris led the Sages down the halls to the dorms, the walls become increasingly covered in a compilation of interesting vines, and other flora and the floor became craggy and uneven, as though tilled for a garden.

In the middle of this mayhem stood a pair of palm-trees that grew up through the stone floor for an old man to hang a hammock between, himself sleeping seemingly blissfully unaware that he was living inside an exceptionally large school.

"Looks like a certain someone decided to turn the halls into his personal napping area," Idris muttered as she stared at the male in the hammock, "Hey, wake your ass up!" Walking up to the hammock, Idris flipped the male out of the object, giving everyone a clear view of her cloaked back, and how its seemed she was a bit wider than one would have initially thought.

Kailu-En woke at the harsh words of the cloaked person, and reached for a nearby staff to help him out from his hammock when they tried to spill him onto the halls in a less-dignified manner. He swung wildly at the figure in retaliation, his aim was good, despite his lack of speed compared to Idris, he only narrowly missed hitting her upon the ribs, instead the end of his staff slashed at her cloak as she jumped back with dull surprise.

"Didn't they teach you to respect your elders in school?" He asked, as he rolled his feet underneath him and assumed a somewhat inviting yet menacing half-slumped posture; like a coiled spring steadying itself with a staff like it were a guide-rod pointed accusingly right at Idris. "Well, at least you'll make a good example for anyone watching," he mused as his other hand appeared to preparing some other sort of weapon from the vines on the floor.

"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to fall asleep in the halls?" she demanded as a ball of fire formed in her hand, "Seriously Kailu, you are supposed to be in the training halls teaching the other students how to fight, not napping in the halls! Or ruining my favorite cloak, now I need to find a new one. You owe me a new cloak."

"These are the training halls, girly. And you're late." Kailu seemed to point out, feeling triumphantly vindicated at finally having a sparring-partner after so many months trapped in this school's halls. "Class is now in session." He then smiled aside to the onlooking gawkers before launching himself at a nearby wall, lashing a whip out to snag upon one of the many candle-lights along the side, and appearing to sweep the hall with this gigantic thorny tripwire before changing direction to run the ceiling until the taught whip jerked him back to sail in a graceful tight arc towards Idris's back.

Idris tracked his movements without too much effort, only moving her head as she committed to memory where he put the trips. "These halls are about half a mile too far to the left," she said, "Which means you got lost against didn't you? I mean, its not the first time and I highly doubt it will be the last, you tend to get lost a lot." With a flick of her wrist, Idris sent the fireball after one of the vine traps he had set up, figuring the flame would follow the trip to the rest.

As the flame burned-away at his vines, the one he relied on frayed and gave out just as he came near striking-distance of Idris, but as it snapped he suddenly fell away and slid to a halt, still facing her and ready to block any follow-up move, only to hear her chastising him for becoming lost and proceeding to tidy-up the halls of his overgrown garden.

"Maybe, but a room is not inherently a class, and class can never always be confined to such a narrow constraint as a room." He lectured, as he resumed vaulting to make himself a difficult target, snatching another whip from another hidden location amongst the greens before Idris could torch it.

"As fights can break out anywhere," He vaulted back to Idris's front, and willed the plants to grow at an exceedingly alarming rate that soon threatened to lift off the vaulted stone ceiling

However, not wishing to make himself an easy target, he leapt away again with an agility that only an elf could ever hope to achieve, landing beside her to continue his explanation, jabbing her tattered cloak with his staff, "any time," he paused, waiting for Idris to lash-out before ducking to her other side and continuing further, "for nearly any reason."

To put on the peace de-resistance, he hooked his staff under Idris's cloak and gave it a great big yank as he jumped away, revealing the cloaked-woman's silvery wings, "These conditions are usually absurd. And disorientating."

Having fouled his weapon with textiles, he took a second to remove the large chunk of Idris's cloak from his large wooden staff. "So best to get them used to it. I'm sure Mr Roran would agree that being unfazed by such shenanigus things can quickly yield a strong tactical advantage. Will he be joining you in class this semester?"

"You talk too much," the female winged elf stated before stretching out her wings a bit, then hauling off and punching the male in the face as he was distracted by removing her cloak from his staff. With the plants and her cloak out of the way, she was able to stretch out, a flame sword appearing in her hand. If he was going to favor the earth, she had no trouble favoring fire.

"Lesson one, don't talk so damn much when you are fighting," she bit out, lunging at the male, "Lesson two, leave my Husband out of this... you know he..." Idris fell silent as she attacked Kailu in an unrelenting manner, not at all pleased that he had mentioned her husband when the last time she had seen him was when he had decided to go dimension hopping again.

As the roof fell away, he suddenly realized he was in the air, and not by his own choice as the harsh dose of Idris's fists brought the gravity of his situation into focus as he could feel the searing heat of her flamesword just inches away from permanently maiming him. He gave her a bodily kick to the chest to wrest himself from her grip, and spread his own wings... making it seem as though he was trying to flee in fear of his life... and although he may have been afraid of a woman's scorn, he knew fleeing was not his answer.

As he passed a certain point, he dropped his staff, turned, and lashed at Idris with his whip as he tried to hold his small section of airspace.

Meanwhile, down below, the staff hit the floor, and fell to its side, hitting one final tripwire. From below, a faint rumbling was heard as a chunk of the hall was lifted, and quickly accelerated skyward towards where Idris and Kailu were fighting. "Lesson three: Not all that is earth, burns." He countered, headbutting Idris.

Idris let out a hiss, followed by a yelp when she got hit with the section of floor, not at all pleased by the fact that it had smacked her in the back. Before it had the chance to catapult her into the ceiling, she managed to break it away so she was free from it and chose to freefall towards Kailu instead of flying at him. "Lesson Four, try not to talk so much when you are fighting," she said as she grabbed Kailu by the front of his shirt and used her wings to propel them towards the ground. She had no interest in his games, she had to take the Sages to their rooms and be off to do some work.

Using his whip, he hooked a chunk of exposed rafter, veering the fall-path enough so that he would clear of the floor by inches and bleeding-off excess speed as he used Idris as a brake-skid. Getting up from the rubble, he offered a hand to help Idris to her feet, only one since the effort to not collide head-first into the stone floor had dislocated his entire right arm.

"Lesson five, disregard lessons one and four. As talking is a free action preferable to getting your skull caved-in because of a temper-tantrum." He smiled as he gave his conflicting lesson, one clearly from a bad experience as he let-go of Idris's hand just before she could regain her balance, "Class dismissed."

Idris rolled her eyes in his attempt to make her fall again, grabbing the front of his shirt so, as she fell, he did to. "I will be sure to tell Roran that you thought it would be a good idea to fight me," she said, now on the floor with Kailu. Flipping the two of them, she set her knee on his chest and popped his arm back into place, standing up shortly after. "And there you have it, a fun little spar where you got to see your teacher fight and your headmaster kick his ass."

Kailu winced slightly when his arm was thrown back into place, but at this point everything hurt already, so being able to use both arms outweighed the pain. "Still, your drow friend would've probably wanted to see this for himself." He said, getting to his feet mostly under his own power, not willing to fall for the exact same trick he just pulled on Idris. "And it was more of a draw."

Enigma: Dawn of the Rebellion (soft Reboot)

Endre Roran, totes still in this one.
... Should we see if Kharlee will remain a major-player in this?

The Three Kings (High Casual)

"I am not her mom, whatever." Miro just grunted back to Joslyn in annoyance, before cradling his face, and eyeing Adrian he let out a pained smile. "Heh, I almost had forgotten how nagging women can be sometimes." And with a small chuckle slumped his face on the table.

@AtomicNut

"Okaay, I think you've had enough booze and painkillers for one night." He said, making sure his face was tipped to the side so he wouldn't drown on any vomit or spilled fluids before continuing. "You may not be their mom, but you're probably the closest thing they'll ever have to a step-father, and the nagging and complaining that comes with it."

He then saw Lyn and Jossie leave, with the promise that she'd be back in five minutes. He'd make sure she wasn't being paid for this lost-time incident, especially if it took longer than just five minutes.

In the meantime, that meant he had to make sure his best friend the ex-boxer didn't drown on his own saliva while tending the crowd of thirsty and curious customers. He sighed at what was perhaps the fourth enquiry whether either of them would return, "... this is why I can't bring nice things to this bar."

Elemental Legacy Reboot(Closed)

Name: Kailu-En Virfaren
Race: Winged white elf / Avariel
Age: "Stay awhile and listen" old / 1254 years old
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 9"
Weight: 185 pounds
Continent: Tellus
Appearance:
Porcelain-white skin with long jet-black hair and large eyes (one dead and gray, the other a brilliant shade of purple), even in old age he somehow maintains a healthy set of muscular ten foot span of brown feathered wings with black speckles, and faded red-dyed tips which he claims were some sort of squadron-color. From his many years before becoming a teacher as-of recent events, he has acquired many injuries including a bad limp on his right leg where it was smashed badly in some long-forgotten accident back during his time "learning to fly", as such he is often seen brandishing a crutch, which he is not morally above using to poke sleeping pupils in the front-row with... or throwing it at those talking amongst themselves in the back-row.

Personality: Probably has a story for everything, usually something about how life was both harder and yet somehow better back when he was your age.
Alignment: Chaotic Good

Talents:
-Can sense a plant's health (such as any damage, how recently, such as soil-quality and when it last rained).
-Adept healer, he lampshades this as claiming to have spent some time being drinking-buddies with a cleric-elf.
-Due to being an experienced flyer, Kailu-en can read thermals and take advantage of natural wind-anomalies to fly faster and higher.
-Also, a bronze swimmer's certificate.

Occupation: Fighting Instructor / "That guy who is supposed to teach you how not to kill yourself with your own magic"

Inability(ies):
Empathy/Trust - Probably due to his cynical nature, chaotic tendencies, or simply his forgetfulness... Kailu-En has trouble connecting with people on anything more than a superficial level of politeness.

Fear(s): (Minimum of 1)
Claustrophobia - Like all Avariel, he is racially-predisposed to dislike confined spaces, fearing that his wings and other limbs will become cramped and become like a stone statue if left in a tiny quarters (or a classroom) for too long.

History: (It's over a millennia long, and even Kailu-En doesn't remember most of it)

Weapon: Root-flail, longbow, can form various spears, snares, and spring-traps.

Strengths: (No more than 2)
-Knowledgeable, his mind is like a steel-trap in regards to the skills he has acquired, largely from developing a habit to use those skills at nearly every opportunity. Although in some instances his assistance may seem more of an annoying hindrance than a blessing.

Weaknesses:
-Advanced old age (even for an elf) has left him slightly decrepit.
-Tends to be forgetful. This doesn't sound like much... but he can forget important stuff... Like the fact that he's your teacher.

Elemental Legacy Reboot(Closed)

Rough draft due

Name: Kailu-En Virfaren
Race: Winged white elf / Avariel
Age: "Stay awhile and listen" old / 1254 years old
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 9"
Weight: 185 pounds
Continent: Tellus
Appearance:
Porcelain-white skin with long jet-black hair and large eyes (one dead and gray, the other a brilliant shade of purple), even in old age he somehow maintains a healthy set of muscular ten foot span of brown feathered wings with black speckles, and faded red-dyed tips which he claims were some sort of squadron-color. From his many years before becoming a teacher as-of recent events, he has acquired many injuries including a bad limp on his right leg where it was smashed badly in some long-forgotten accident back during his time "learning to fly", as such he is often seen brandishing a crutch, which he is not morally above using to poke sleeping pupils in the front-row with... or throwing it at those talking amongst themselves in the back-row.

Personality: Probably has a story for everything, usually something about how life was both harder and yet somehow better back when he was your age.
Alignment: Chaotic Good

Talents:
-Can sense a plant's health (such as any damage, how recently, such as soil-quality and when it last rained).
-Adept healer, he lampshades this as claiming to have spent some time being drinking-buddies with a cleric-elf.
-Due to being an experienced flyer, Kailu-en can read thermals and take advantage of natural wind-anomalies to fly faster and higher.
-Also, a bronze swimmer's certificate.

Occupation: Fighting Instructor / "That guy who is supposed to teach you how not to kill yourself with your own magic"

Inability(ies):
Empathy/Trust - Probably due to his cynical nature, chaotic tendencies, or simply his forgetfulness... Kailu-En has trouble connecting with people on anything more than a superficial level of politeness.

Fear(s): (Minimum of 1)
Claustrophobia - Like all Avariel, he is racially-predisposed to dislike confined spaces, fearing that his wings and other limbs will become cramped and become like a stone statue if left in a tiny quarters (or a classroom) for too long.

History: (It's over a millennia long, and even Kailu-En doesn't remember most of it)

Weapon: Root-flail, longbow, can form various spears, snares, and spring-traps.

Strengths: (No more than 2)
-Knowledgeable, his mind is like a steel-trap in regards to the skills he has acquired, largely from developing a habit to use those skills at nearly every opportunity. Although in some instances his assistance may seem more of an annoying hindrance than a blessing.

Weaknesses:
-Advanced old age (even for an elf) has left him slightly decrepit.
-Tends to be forgetful. This doesn't sound like much... but he can forget important stuff... Like the fact that he's your teacher.