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In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Miris


Race: Changeling
Class: Part-Time Fighter
Location: Upper Viewing Lounge, Airship to Khorvaire
Interactions: Menzai, Arya, Bastion, Gears, @samreaper, @Tae, @Oso, @potter
Mentions:
Equipment:

Attire: beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots
Gold Balance: 3 (on hand)
Injuries: None currently
Current Persona: Wendel


There was no safe refuge at this bar for Wendel. Perhaps he should have gone to the restroom or followed those airship workers down to the cargo hold. He was sure he'd find the inner workings of such a craft incredible. That and he'd probably waste his entire day just gawking at pipes, cylinders, and tightly sealed valves.

Instead, he was trapped. Trapped by his few vulnerabilities; a hearty meal, good company, and the extra attention from a woman. Meiyu had been a potential interaction that he managed to endure and eventually become free of but now there was a new contender in Gears.

A smile. The wink. The two actions barely raised the temperature across his face. However, what she had said about dreaming about him after tipping her, lit his face up like a stovetop burner. He returned a smile and gave her a nod that only served to help him strategically break eye contact.

“I-I’m happy I could make you smile and…” He found it hard to speak and swallowed on nothing but his spit to complete his sentence. “and thank you for the meal, really.” He said as he pulled his plate close with one hand while digging into his depressingly filled coin pouch with the other. Once he retrieved a single gold coin, he placed it onto the counter, sliding it to the spot where the plate had been originally.

Wendel grabbed his fork that looked quite dainty in his rough thick hand, but all it was to him was another tool. He glanced back and forth between Bastion and Arya, noticing they were making conversation. Kindred, these two. They are very bad at- how did Darius word it? Brick breaking? No, no, no… Hmm… It'll come back to me. His eyes landed on the journal, noting he'd have to read through it again to find his answer. He took his first bite, humming softly as the rich-tasting food traveled down into his tummy.

“But… even without a bird, you’re not alone, Bastion. You’ve got us now.”

“You have me for the time being. For all of today at best.” Wendel forced a smile, despite his tone lacking its same level of optimism.

“Oh, and you don't want a pet bird, Bastion. They…” He brought his tone down to a whisper so as not to ruin anyone else's meal. “poop all over reflective things. I've seen it with my own eyes.” He took another bite of his food but didn't wait to finish chewing to add, “Gret a grood hound,” he said with a few small nods. “Isn’t that right, Shifter?” he asked Menzai before taking another go at his breakfast.

Just you wait, Bastion. You'll have all the friends you could ever want. Only one day to accomplish it but what else is there to do?

In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Miris


Race: Changeling
Class: Part-Time Fighter
Location: Upper Viewing Lounge, Airship to Khorvaire
Interactions: Meiyu, Arya, Bastion, Gears @Tae, @PapaOso, @potter
Mentions:
Equipment:

Attire: beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots
Gold Balance: 3 (on hand)
Injuries: None currently
Current Persona: Wendel


Wendel has taken the helm again, and I must admit, Eleanor definitely left us with little to work with. I have already spent two coins on mead for my troubles.

Sorry.

The Stormrider, however, is quite wonderful, especially on the top deck, where the view is the best on the ship. There are also some interesting characters aboard. Firstly, there’s

“If I'm wrong, Wendel, I'll give you three gold. If I'm right, well, then I merely request you grace me with your company again.”

The pen came to an abrupt stop, adding a bit too much ink onto the end of the last “s” he jotted down. He gulped and removed his pen from the page, grateful his attention had been divided as he planned. Unfortunately, the woman's voice had quite some pull on him. Why does she speak like that? He turned to face her only to give her a firm nod. Her wager was one he'd have to accept if he aimed to make any coin on this ship. Having six gold coins would at least put him in a better place than where he had started.

His stomach grumbled quietly to remind him he'd need to buy something to eat with all that he had left. Looking back at the book, he frowned. Eleanor… I hope you're next. I pray you are lucky enough to show yourself next.

Miris’ dilemma was a strange one with strange problems and even stranger ways for people to send a stern message to one another. Wendel could never forget the time he woke to find himself nude and handcuffed to a metal bed frame in a very cheaply rented room. The mattress was nearly bare, its sheets and pillows tossed on the floor. Only the journal and a pen in reach.

Wendel shook the strange memory from his mind.

The Stormrider, however, is quite wonderful, especially the top deck where the view is the best on the ship. There are also some interesting characters aboard. Firstly, there’s a kind and old Warforged named Bastion. Be kind to him, please if you meet him. Then there is the bartender, Gears, also a Warforged. She is quite delightful, and her prices are fair, but please remember, we don't have much coin.

There are others, such as

“...my name is Meiyu. Meiyu Sadai Xian…” Another “s” fell victim to the woman's voice.

There are others, such as Meiyu Sadai Xian. I believe her first name is appropriate enough. I met her at the bar. I

What was he supposed to write about her? That she was beautiful? Her voice was alluring to him?

I met her at the bar. She’s picturesque in appearance. Black hair, amber eyes, and patches of scales here and there. I heard someone mention her being a Yuan Ti just now. She's very beautiful. Anyway, I made a wager with her, which may potentially yield some coin. Perhaps tomorrow, someone could try to entertain her games to get more. I don't like to condone gambling but we need the coin. I'll try to find another way. Maybe I can dig into our bag for some loose gold. Hopefully, there's more.

Also, most people here are quite pleasant, save for one. Avoid him, please. He's a red-scaled Dragonborn accompanied by his daughter. He's trouble and might be looking for a fight. At worst, we can wait until we land if any of us have any misgivings for him.

Safe travels,
For all of us

Despite feeling like he had finished, Wendel kept the journal open. It was his shield against Meiyu, but fortunately for him, she was announcing her temporary leave from the bar. He watched her take a long moment to look at Bastion before she struck with a wink and purring words.

His cheeks lit up once more, but again he kept himself together, literally. He gave her another nod but quickly turned his head front toward the journal. With the pen, she struck through the mention of her beauty once more.

“....Nice day we’re having,”

Wendel reacted to Arya’s words with a low defying grunt.

“Something like that.” He mumbled before feeling his stomach grumble again. He needed to eat before he fell victim to a sudden change. And so, as Arya ordered her food, Wendel raised his hand. “One Breland Breakfast for me, please. My stomach is about ready to fight me.” Wendel gave Gears a short-lived smirk. Arya’s concern for Bastion had caused him to shift his eyes to his newfound friend.

“He might be bored… Bastion…” Wendel would never understand how it felt to be at a bar with no desire or need to eat or drink. Once conversations and laughter died down, there was little left to enjoy. “You can always… watch them. Just like you do with the birds.” Wendel was attempting to string something together for Bastion's sake. “A friend of mine calls it, people watching. Sure, we don't soar the sky with grace, but sometimes we do very silly and interesting things… Or you can…” Wendel turned to look at Arya and Stella. “...make new friends. And she even has a bird.” Wendel stifled a chuckle.


In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Lorexander Deakena

Time: 6 p.m.
Location: The Castle Dining Hall
Attire: Alexander's suit and Lorenzo’s fit
Interaction: Olivia, Kazumin, Fritz!/Mina, Sebby, Violet, Roman!
Mention:


When Kazumin replied to Lorenzo’s compliment with his own string of them, the Duke could do nothing but become giddy and chuckle at the young man's acknowledgments. Even though Lorenzo found such words, deserving of his talent, they found a way to pull on his heartstrings.

“I am loving this seating arrangement.” He said softly and mostly to himself. “All we're missing is- Oh!” Lorenzo perked up upon seeing Count Fritz, his brother from another mother.

“Good evening, Your Grace,”

“Good evening, Count Fritz!”

“You look particularly dapper this evening.”

“As do you. I see that his majesty kept you far away from the pleasant side of the dining room. A shame but…” Lorenzo shifted his chair over a few inches. “You’re welcome to get in where you fit in if you find yourself bored! Duke Gideon’s section.” Lorenzo set his laughter loose, not caring about its volume. “We all know the Edwards family can throw a good party but they are rarely the lifeblood of it! Hahahahahahahaha!”

Lorenzo’s laughter was almost piercing but it fortunately dulled when reaching the opposite end of the table. Perhaps it was the tension in the air.

Sure, compliments were exchanged, but they lacked richness. They were shallow at best, only deep enough to mask underlying intentions. Like honey slathered on shit or a needle tucked into a cushion.

“Alexander, are we behaving ourselves tonight?” Mina teased while pointing the attention of her brooding uncle toward his direction. Alexander met his gaze confidently, managing a slight smile. Are you truly one too? Alexander wondered this while internally entertaining the thought of three vampires seated so close to each other.

“Oh, this is Alexander Deacon. I met him the other night at the carnival—we had a lovely time together.”

“That’s hardly a proper introduction Mina.” He shot her an amused smirk, though he wished she hadn't said something that would most certainly add to the tension already present.

Normally Alexander could handle a setting like this. Normally he wore his ring…

“Count Sebastian Blackwood, it's a pleasure to meet you, finally. Mina desired for us to meet that night at the carnival but unfortunately, you were away… You missed out on the funnel cake. It. Was. Perfect.” He didn't even glance at Mina. He didn't need to. Instead, he watched Violet to determine who she decided to be tonight. He doubted he'd let that wildly unhinged side of her to the front at an event like this. One where poise and tact were necessary…

Poise and tact? Yes.

Without the ring?

…

…

…

There were limits.

“And what of you? You haven't even touched any of these delicacies the royal chefs prepared. I understand how nerve-wracking it must be for someone of your…” Roman had begun to prick at him.

“...bloodline to be in this place, surrounded by so many nobles and royalty. Unless, you think you're too good for the king's generosity and food?” It was hardly a heavy blow. In truth, Alexander should have retaliated in kind. He could present himself as humble… he could make Roman appear as a selfish glutton… he could make him look small by comparing the Ravenwood family to the Black Rose Trading Company’s success…

There were so many simple roads to take, yet…

Alexander’s attempt at a smile crumbled into something cold and uninviting as Roman exchanged niceties with Violet.

“I am… tired of this.” He breathed out lightly under his breath.

“Roman Ravenwood.” Alexander called his name clearly, the volume moderate. The appearance of his smile took longer to form than normal. It was merely an afterthought. There would not be tact or poise. The smile was simply him enjoying the bitter taste of his words before they left his lips.

“If you're going to make backhanded compliments, you should put some more power into it… Like when you slapped Violet in the face.” He let the reveal of the information hang for only a second, only allowing time for a quick glance at Violet. “Perhaps using your palm is your strong suit. Careful Mina. If he's bold enough to strike Count Damien’s daughter, I doubt he’d hesitate to do the same to a niece… and to answer your question, Roman. I don't think I’m too good for His Majesty's generosity and food but… I know I am better than someone of your ilk. Enjoy your freedom while you still have it, Lord Ravenwood.” Alexander stabbed his fork into a single macaroni noodle, continuing his rather light eating.
In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Miris


Race: Changeling
Class: Part-Time Fighter
Location: Upper Viewing Lounge, Airship to Khorvaire
Interactions: Meiyu, Bastion, Gears @Tae, [PapaOso]
Mentions: Talis
Equipment:

Attire: beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots
Gold Balance: 3 (on hand)
Injuries: None currently
Current Persona: Wendel



“Either this is the best mead you’ve ever had, sweetheart… or I’m gettin’ tipped for my radiant personality.”

“You ever figure out which it is, you let me know. I’ll keep the good stuff pourin’ just the same.” Her words induced a soft chuckle from Wendel while his cheeks reddened ever-so-slightly. The mead and his propensity of getting flustered by a woman's honeyed words were now working in tandem.

“I’m an old dwarf, Gears. One that's tasted mead from all around. I hate to disappoint you but it is definitely the latter of the two.” he replied honestly before turning to witness Meiyu down the mead with unexpected ease. The dwarf briefly raised his eyebrows, impressed by her performance. When she set the tankard down, he couldn't help but momentarily stare at it. Barely lasted a second…

“Wendel,” she said, making his eyes snap back to her but he refrained from making direct eye contact. Why did she say my name like that? He could feel the warmth building in his cheeks, and her compliments were far from a remedy to this dilemma.

“I-I-I’d offer it to anyone decent enough… I only wanted a… taste of it. That's all.” He struggled to say, truly on the brink of inducing a change. Then, just like that, her attention returned to the skittish woman with Bastion. His body relaxed again, and he was thankful there was another focus. I'm cutting it too close. I need a distraction… His eyes scanned around. The tankard was empty, his gold was light, and leaving abruptly would be quite the rude thing to do. There must be something… Oh! Wendel's eyes landed on the journal lying comfortably on the counter.

He normally refrained from adding an entry so early in the day but this morning had been rather eventful. That, and he desperately needed to divide his attention if the mystery woman returned her focus to him. He pulled the journal closer and opened to a fresh new page.

“Wendel, want to place a wager? I say it’s cursed. Or alive. Or cursed and alive.”

“Her satchel?” Wendel commented with a glance toward the item in question. At first, he thought little of the travel bag but the way Talis reacted only drew more curiosity to it.

If that woman could fly, she definitely would have by the way she fled to the restroom with haste. The dwarf found Talis to be quite the mess, frowning slightly as she demonstrated how strange it would have been for him to leave the bar in the same fashion. The sight of it only proved he made another great decision.

With a sigh of relief, Wendel dug unusually deep into his very own satchel strapped over his shoulder, retrieving a shiny chrome-colored pen. His eyes locked onto the black page but he kept his ears perked for conversation. He wouldn't dare be so rude and ignore those in his company.

“She forgot her water.”

“Don’t hang up on it too much, Bastion. The lass might have spilled it with how fast she was moving.” Wendel commented as he started writing.

“Also… um…” He attempted to address the woman but realized he hadn't gotten her name. “Miss, I couldn't wager what that satchel might contain if I wanted to… I only have three gold coins to my name,” He admitted, using his free hand to jingle his coin pouch shamelessly.

Wendel has taken the helm again, and I must admit, Eleanor definitely left us with little to work with. I have already spent two coins on mead for my troubles.

Wendel paused as the guilt sank in.

Wendel has taken the helm again, and I must admit, Eleanor definitely left us with little to work with. I have already spent two coins on mead for my troubles.

Sorry.
In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Miris


Race: Changeling
Class: Part-Time Fighter
Location: Upper Viewing Lounge, Airship to Khorvaire
Interactions: Meiyu @Tae
Mentions: Bastion and Talis, Phia, Arya @PapaOso, @princess, @potter
Equipment:

Attire: beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots
Gold Balance: 3 (on hand)
Injuries: None currently
Current Persona: Wendel



Wendel had shut his eyes as he gulped down the long-awaited mead. For a few seconds, only a few, Wendel could have mistaken his stool for a grand seat within the confines of a heavenly abode overlooking a grand sparkling lake. Snowcapped mountaintops crested the sky, painted with scattered fluffy white clouds that travelled ever so slowly across it.

In a life like his, where he wasn’t sure where or when he’d find himself, the small comforts like this one were what helped him keep his wits and sanity. If only he could indulge in the way he desired. Now that would be a dream. Instead, he’d have to settle for a moderate intake of his preferred alcoholic beverage. He convinced himself to have just one more second. One more second of heaven.

“Hello,” the almost eerie voice of the beauty beside him dragged him down and back to the bar deck of the Stormrider airship. His eyes shot open, and the rim of the tankard left his lips, presenting him with only the reality of his situation. He almost sighed, but instead only his shoulders lowered. The burden of responsibility and maturity had called. Wendel set the tankard down on the bar counter and slightly turned his head toward the woman who had replied. She had been conversing with the woman Bastion seemed to have taken a liking to. Good for him. People like him need friends and she seems-

“Ohh!” Wendel let out as he witnessed Bastion scoop the yeeping woman up while insisting she take a drink of water. Wendel raised an eyebrow, wondering what he had missed in his short trip to paradise that would lead to such a thing.

He knew Bastion did not mean any harm, but Wendel could not find the justification for his actions. However, the scene didnt fail in putting a smile on the old dwarf’s face. The innocent awkwardness of the two was a precious thing, a rare thing in these times. Awkwardness. Wendel could at least relate to that feeling as gaze met Meiyu’s amber slitted eyes once more. At first, there were no words to this second exchange, yet this time it was not because he was failing to speak. What he was failing at was his ability to get a read on the woman. Not breaking eye contact, she leaned against the bar. In the same moment, Wendel could hear the voice of the young half-elf woman giving some sort of odd apology to “Ayra.” It was the perfect opportunity to escape but Wendel quickly refused the temptation of it. Instead, he grabbed his tankard again, raising it toward the woman with a friendly smile.

“Lively morning, isn’t it? There’s plenty that has happened on this airship already, it seems. To safe travels at least,” he toasted before taking the one second he had missed out on. “My name’s Wendel, by the way. I… I don’t think I’ll be finishing this mead, so… If you’re still thirsty and don’t mind the germs of an old dwarf, it’s all yours.” He felt a tinge of relief, finding talking to her easier than he originally imagined.

Though this was still only the start...


In Young Justice → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Perun Ironclad
&
Sapphire Nightshade



It was an early morning at Mount Justice Headquarters when four firm knocks clacked against Pei’s room door. On the other side was Viktor, with his phone in hand, displaying a vibrant digital flyer. It depicted two crossed swords over a large rounded shield adorned with roses. It was an event addressed in none other than Coast City.

“Pei.” Viktor called with his voice a tad less confident than usual but she didn't hear him. And so, Viktor proceeded to knock a bit firmer this time.

Wump. Something hit the inside of the door.

Wump. Something hit it again.

Wump. Pei sighed.

“It- it’s unlocked.” She relented, stopping Viktor from going for his eighth knock. Upon opening the door, Viktor found Pei lying on her bed, head hanging over the side upside down with her pink hair dangling shortly beneath her, not quite reaching the floor. In her hand was a bouncy ball that she was now throwing up into the air and catching.

“What can I do for ya, Vik?” She asked.

“I…” He initially found it strange to talk to her while she was on her bed in such a way but he continued. “I know you lived in Coast City for a time. There's an event there that I would like to participate in and…” A big smile was forming on her face, eyes wide and bright. Regret was setting in now. Viktor never had any issues with Pei but she often made him feel uncomfortable with her disposition.

“I need a local to accompany me because it's a social function and I am not very good at those on my own. Look!” Instead of stepping closer, he displayed his phone as far out as his arm would allow him. “The Gathering Storm… L.A.R.P Event.”

Pei gasped, and brought her legs over her head, rolling over herself. Within a moment her nose was against the screen, eyes crossed. “LARP event?! Coast City?! Holy shit!! Of course, I’ll take you!” She exclaimed, now hopping up and down. Her excitement caused Viktor to wince but then he smiled at Pei accepting his invitation.

“Perfect. A trusted friend of mine told me that it could be a fun experience for me and that there might even be a combat tournament. It starts tomorrow but we can travel via zeta tube to get what we need today.” He placed his phone back into his pocket. “I’d normally advise against using them for shopping but… we have to live a little, yes?” Though those few words were not his own originally, he held them genuinely in his heart at this moment.

“Fuck yeah dude!” She looked around the room like she desperately needed something, but she couldn't figure out what it was. In case it wasn’t obvious, her room was kept at a low temperature. She’d chosen the brightest colors, and superhero posters lined every wall. Above a desk was a large corkboard that was mostly negative space. In the corner were a few pictures pinned, all selfies of Pei with different heroes next to or behind her. A reluctant smile from Green Lantern Hal Jordan, a nervous grin from Green Lantern Jessica Cruz, a blurry peace sign from a passing Flash, a neutral pose from a stoic Red Tornado, and a friendly lean-in from Black Canary. There must have been room for a hundred posted photos on the selfie wall, but only the top left corner was filled currently. Pei had the exact same stupid toothy grin in every photo. On the nightstand next to her bed were a few framed photos of a more familial variety. For Viktor, it was so different but also similar to his own room.

His room lacked the variety of colors Pei’s room had but her photographs likely served the same purpose as his collection of keepsakes from past missions. They even had some of the same posters!

Pei swooped around and pushed her shoulder against Viktor. “Live a little, live a lot. There’s not a second that goes by when we’re not fuckin’ liviiin’~” She wiggled her shoulders up and down. The slight tickle from it, plus Pei's enthusiasm summoned a weak chuckle out of him. Perhaps Viktor could grow used to Pei…

She straightened up and folded her arms behind her back, pacing away from Viktor. For a moment, she adopted a different voice. “I am very pleased you brought this matter to my attention. I will divert all resources toward its success post-haste. First, we must acquire the appropriate apparel for the expedition.”

…or perhaps he’d never get used to her.

Viktor raised an eyebrow, wondering if she was, in fact, mimicking him. Initially, he made a sour face but quickly allowed himself to relax. He dropped down to kneel while bowing his head.

“Of course, master. Looking the part facilitates our infiltration of this… gathering. I’ve already located several establishments where we might procure appropriate wares. If set out now, we can claim weapons, apparel… and something to eat, of course.” Viktor lifted his head revealing a slight smirk.

Pei stroked her chin sagely. As she turned around, she was surprised to see him down on one knee. Though she tried to conceal it. “Excellent…”

She couldn’t help it. Pei giggled, too excited. “Let us set out at once!” She pointed a finger into the air and ran forward, vaulting over the kneeling Viktor and out the door.

“I forgot my shoes!” She vaulted back over Viktor immediately.

And that’s how their story began...


Coast City Fairgrounds, the following morning

After shopping the previous day for appropriate role-playing attire, weapons, and sushi, Viktor and Pei were ready to tackle The Gathering Storm LARP event. The duo had made some fun in playing roles previously but after taking some pointers from some LARP veterans while shopping, the two were able to turn it up several notches. It was the product of two people who devoted themselves to whatever they were doing without anyone around to hold them back!

The field for the event, as vast as it was, was decorated to appear as a large high fantasy town with themed establishments and even a castle fort. Amongst all of it were others dressed to the nines in their costumes, already engaging in the thick of the fictional adventure.

CLINK! CLINK! CLINK! CLINK!

Viktor marched forth toward the fairgrounds first, suited in the armor of a Polish hussar with a red gambeson beneath and a saber sheathed on his hip. A few eyes glanced his way, but it wasn't until he suddenly leaped several meters in the air with a guttural battlecry that he drew their attention. Viktor performed a classic superhero landing onto the grass of the fairgrounds, both scaring and wowing everyone around. He remained still and in a kneeling stance… only because this was only the beginning.

Pei was dressed a little more rustic than Viktor. She was wearing a billowy white crop top with a strap across her chest to keep a cool-looking bag in place. Around her hip was a belt, and an asymmetrical pleated leather skirt that went down to about her knees. Other than that her legs were bare, and she was wearing sandals. The most expensive parts of her getup were her staff, which looked metal and had a fake gemstone on top, and her pointy ears and devil horns. She was a tiefling, and her pale blue skin saved her a fortune in time and money on makeup. For today’s outing, she had washed out her temp hair dye and let it stay black.

She clapped at Viktor’s entrance, though she wondered why his character would do that. Was he playing a showoff? …She also couldn’t help but feel that many eyes were also on her. Pei felt like a beautiful sorceress! Her charisma was legendary! Her name was…

“Sapphire,” She introduced herself to a roguish half-elf woman, gathered with others in front of a tent. “Sapphire Nightshade. The pleasure is all mine.” Pei, or rather, Sapphire, was putting on a voice. She was trying to smooth out some of the natural roughness to her voice, as well as her Rhelasian accent for something a bit more fantastical, low, and soothing. Leaning forward, she planted a kiss on the back of her hand, much to the fellow player’s delight and surprise.

As for Viktor, she made a gesture in his direction. “This cute little fellow is Perun Ironclad. Don’t let his demeanor fool you, he has a heart of gold.” She said to the group, adding a wink.

“Indeed!” Viktor, or better yet, Perun, exclaimed as he stood from the grass and claimed a spot next to Sapphire. His voice had a generic heroic flair to it, reminiscent of his limited-time alter ego, “Rainman.” “Hear me, people! Sapphire gives me too modest an introduction so as not to shake your spirits! I am Perun Ironclad, the hero of the mountain of Rhodes! Conqueror of many foes! I faced the desert serpent! I faced her beastly servants! The monstrous equestrians were no match to me! And I led an assault on a leviathan of the sea! I wrestled the King Beasts and made him an ally! My legend will continue to grow long after I die!” Perun Ironclad took a powerful step forward and unsheathed his saber, pointing it up and out in front of him. “Stand with me, and we shall conquer this gathering storm!” Much like Pei, he was really getting into character, and the other attendees were eating it up.

Sapphire rolled her eyes and blew a strand of her hair upwards, clearly unimpressed by the boisterous nature of her traveling compatriot. Inwardly, though, she was really happy with Viktor. The roguish half-elf, Elwen, responded with an amused smirk. Still, Viktor actually being tall and fit did lend him a great deal of presence.

“Pei,” he whispered. “I see people who are meant to be warriors, but they seem… less than formidable.” He frowned, feeling a bit let down.

Pei tittered. “Yeah dude,” She whispered back, eyebrows raised. She let that response hang, waiting for Viktor to complete his thought.

“This is fun so far, but I’d like a challenge.” Viktor made a low groan at his own statement. He was sure he could still enjoy the event even if it wasn't exactly what he thought it would be. “Perhaps my expectations were too high.”

Pei didn’t want to make Viktor feel foolish, so she continued reigning in her giggles as best she could. “Yes, well…” She looked around again. Actually, it might be for the public good to make this clear, regardless of Viktor’s feelings.

“Don’t punch anyone, dude, it’s just pretend! You read the rules, right?” She asked with another little laugh. “It’s roleplay.”

“Right.” He turned to Pei slightly with a small smile as he sheathed his weapon. “We’re here to enjoy ourselves after all, Sapphire Nightshade. And claim glory…” He faced Elwen before adding. “Amongst new companions.”

“Fuck yeah! I mean,” She lowered and smoothed out her tone again. “Indeed. Though, I’ve always been more interested in money, than glory.” She said with a flick of her head and hair.


Sometimes later...

“Freezing Ray!” Pei shouted, tossing a beanbag at a guy in shockingly good orc makeup. He batted it aside with his shield.

“Freezing Ray!” Pei said again, pelting it at him. This time it hit, and he roared in pain and backed off to his fellow raiding orcs.

Elwen fired off an arrow with a little plunger on the end. Carl Bimble the Wizard ran around in a circle. Tulip the Changeling was hiding somewhere. ”Eek!” Pei shouted in genuine alarm as another orc charged up on her as she ran out of spell beanbags.

Just when things seemed to get a little hairy, an orange beanbag smacked the orc’s right arm!

“Flanking maneuver!” Viktor shouted with his saber raised from the not-so-dense treeline with three others from the left side. The fronts of their costumes were lightly covered in dirt and blades of grass due to Viktor ordering the small group to low crawl part of the way to their position. It's also partially why they took so long. Brock the Barbarian let out a wild howl, stealing the attention of the orcs. Ned, the overly energetic Sorcerer, was already throwing his second orange beanbag. Meanwhile, Viktor and Sir Troy the Knight rushed the orcs, but the former was moving at a frightening speed compared to the other. “This is what I live for!” Viktor bellowed as he softly tagged the orcs in his path with his saber, cutting through their formation. He struck a pose, pointing his saber toward the remaining orcs. “Come, you foul beast. Become additions to my conquest!”

The thing about orcs is that they were often veteran players taking on an antagonistic role for fun. You didn’t just get some rando off the street to get in all that makeup. Physically, they might not be able to defeat Viktor, but their LARP tactics were unrivaled, and at that moment, that’s what mattered. They weren’t fighting Viktor, they were fighting Perun! Before Sapphire could even say ‘my hero,’ an orc shaman shouted “EALIN’ MIST!” in a ridiculous cockney accent.

The trap was laid, and Perun was suddenly surrounded by totally healed orcs!

“Huh…” Perun was completely caught off guard. He hadn't felt this vulnerable since his battle with the desert serpent!

Sapphire had to think quickly to return the favor before Perun was out of the game. She reached into her bag and pulled out a Scroll of Teleportation. “Teleport!!” She shouted.

“One, two, three…” She began counting to seven, dashing in to grab Perun, unable to be interacted with while she did. When she touched Perun, that meant he was also under the effects of teleport. “....four, five, six, seven! Come now, darlings, let’s run, I’d hate to see your pretty faces smashed in!” She called for everyone to retreat back to camp.

“Agreed!” Perun pointed his saber in the opposite direction of the orcs. While the group made their retreat, Perun stepped away from Sapphire. Stopping, he turned around to face the orcs one more time. “And for the record! We are not running out of fear! This is merely a tactical retreat, you foul orcs!” Perun shouted while waving his weapon at them.

Returning to Sapphire’s side, Perun shot her a smile.

“We may have underestimated our enemy, but I will ensure we refine our tactics for the next battle. Good work tea- band of warriors! It's time to feast! Replenish your strength!” There was a mix of ‘woo’s and ‘yeah’s that followed amongst the group as they shuffled across the grass.

“That scroll was expensive!” Sapphire complained as she ran. “You owe me big time, tinhead.”

With that, the party returned back to their faction, The Dawnbound Vanguard to fill their bellies with dried meats, bread, cheese, and apple slices. They also didn't skimp on friendly mingling and lighthearted banter at their shared table. Most of the discussion pertained to the skirmish with the orcs that failed to help the faction collect part of the ancient artifact known as the Eye of the Storm. It was a powerful relic that would grant their faction the advantage in overcoming the rival faction, the Ironfangs. Despite the setback, the group remained optimistic, especially Perun, who claimed his prowess would ensure Dawnbound Vanguard would succeed.

“I think it's time that I go procure us another one of those teleportation spells,” Perun declared.

“Are you sure you have the coin for that? It cost Sapphire a hefty sum,” Ned said as he recalled himself being short on purchasing the utility spell for himself. Perun stood up from his seat, confident and proud as always.

“A hefty sum is exactly what I have! A warrior of my stature has little need for coin in these battles! Why not use my unused resources to aid our little blue sorceress?” With a hearty smile, he tapped the back of his hand against the gemstone on Sapphire’s propped-up staff.

“All that gold. All that effort.” Sapphire complained dramatically as she slumped onto the table.

“Even if you had the gold, not like you can just buy one anywhere. But hey, worst case scenario, there’s probably something else you could get her?” Elwen offered, trying to be optimistic. Aligning with Elwen's words, Viktor faced Sapphire.

“Perhaps a million little apple slices.” Sapphire said, working the anachronistic plastic bag open. The cost of admission was totally worth it. “Or the Eye of the Storm.” Sapphire grinned.

“I wouldn’t go that far.” Elwen said with an amused smirk.

“A lady can dream.” The tiefling winked.

Yet in this realm, dreams and ambitions alone were able to attract the most precarious of events.

It was not long until Perun marched from the table after making an oath to suitably compensate Sapphire, whether he found a second teleportation spell or not.

“Perun! Wait! I shall join you and lend you my guidance.” Carl Bimble, the Wizard offered as he ran up to walk beside him.

“You speak as if I’m blind, caster. Do you forget all that I, Perun Ironclad, have accomplished in my tenure as hero of justice?”

Carl shut his eyes and shook his head slowly. On the battlefield he was a mess, sure, but Carl had plenty of knowledge on how to find the best items. He had doubts they'd run into another teleportation scroll.

“I’ve heard of your ventures more than I’ve ever wanted to. You have sharp eyes on you amid battle but you might as well be blind when it comes to looking for something of worth amongst the vendors and townsfolk. You need me, warrior.” Carl’s words surprised Perun some, believing the Wizard was incapable of putting his foot down, especially towards him.

“Fine! If you offer your guidance… Perun moved quickly around to face Carl, his arms crossed at his chest.

“Jeez!” Perun had nearly startled him out of character.

“Then tell me. What is our first objective?” Perun demanded but Carl slammed his wooden staff down in an attempt to match his energy.

“Doing small favors for the needy, of course. Fetch quests!”

“Fetch quests?!”

“Fetch quests.”

“Ugh. Fetch quests… Perun sighed before he returned to the wizard’s side with a grumble. “My favorite…..”

Meanwhile...

Sapphire Nightshade looked down at her character sheet with a frown. That scroll had been a special backstory item, and if she was going to find and buy a new one…well. It was worth it to save Perun’s life. Probably.

She was standing in the market area with a few other adventurers, looking through items more in her level.

Sapphire growled. “That tinheaded idiot hasn’t even begun to pay me back for what I did for him. All that bragging, but if it weren’t for me he’d be in a bowl of stew by now.” She complained to herself.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a hooded figure, who signalled for her to follow her.

“I’ve never been known to turn down a good back alley hooded figure,” Sapphire said with a smirk and a rub of her chin.

In a more secluded corner, the figure clasped their hands together. “Sapphire Nightshaaade…” They greeted her. “We’ve been keeping an eye on your progress, and we think you have great potentiaaal…” Every final syllable trailed off into a mysterious, lasting whisper.

“I’d say I’m great as is.” Sapphire said, brushing some invisible dust off her shoulder. “But I’m glad you noticed. I’m always up for even further greatness.”

“Excelleeent…your ambition befits a sorceress of your powerrrs…we heard you were interested in the Eye of the Storm?”

“Who isn’t?” She raised a brow.

“What if we told youuu…we know where the final map fragments are?”

“I’d ask who ‘we’ is, and what I have to do with any of it.” She was growing impatient.

The hooded figure reached into their long-sleeved robe and produced a small piece of a shattered stone tablet. Sapphire would recognize that script anywhere.

“The power in your blood, demonic in nature combined with your skill, would be a great boon. Help our Order find it, and that power is yours. You would no longer have to scrape together coins or rely on incompetent allies. The people of this world would tremble before you. All we ask is one small favor in return…”

“...” Sapphire’s smile grew a little wider and a lot greedier.

“I’m listening.”

“Oh, awesome, okay, but seriously-” The hooded figure pumped their fists and pulled down their hood, revealing a woman with short brown hair and big glasses. “You’re Iceburn, right?”

Pei’s smile grew even bigger, and she nodded.

“Okay, great. I know this is a big ask, so, feel free to just do whatever but- but me and the other staff were thinking…”

Later-er...

Dusk grew nearer as the sun traveled quarterway from the sky’s center. No longer was it time for small quests or hearty banter. Banners were raised and weapons were drawn as the armies of the Dawnbound Vanguard and the Ironfangs faced each other from across the wide-open field with a “fort” on either side. This clash would be an all-or-nothing battle to obtain the Eye of the Storm. Within one of the masses, Elwen nudged Tulip, the Changeling.

“Have you seen Sapphire, Perun, or Carl? They should be with us right now.” Elwen asked with a furrowed brow to which Tulip simply gave a shrug. Prob-”

“Did someone mention Perun Ironclad!?” He called as he made his way through the gaggle of combatants that made a decent attempt at forming a fitting formation. Carl trailed behind him, his staff decorated with all sorts of random trinkets. The only notable difference in Perun was that he now sported a leather waist-bag. “Elwen, is Sapphire truly not in our midst?”

“This is the only place anyone would be… unless...” Carl looked yonder toward the Ironfangs who stood prepared to charge at a moment’s notice.

“No… NO! If they've taken her hostage, I will ensure they are left in pieces on this battlefield! Our party needs to focus on finding and rescuing her.” Perun urged, taking a step forward.

“Shouldn’t we be focused on the Eye of the Storm? We’ll win if we just defeat the Ironfangs.” Ned piped in, causing Perun to approach him with a stern expression.

“Sorcerer. The objective means nothing if we lose a member of our team.” He looked at the others now. “Our primary focus is finding Sapphire, our fellow companion. Now, huddle up! I have a plan.” Viktor said only minutes before the most decisive order was given by the commanders of each army.

“CHAAARGE!”

“CHAAARGE!”


Both armies rushed against each other, crashing into each other at the center of the battlefield! War Cries, evoked spells, and the faint popping sound of foam weapons making contact filled the air! There was no blood or tears but sweat was undoubtedly present! The boldest from either side were quickly slain! Those too slow to act found themselves slapped by a bean bag! Either side could take this battle as their numbers continued to dwindle! It seemed impossible to determine who would be the victor! The Dawnbound Vanguard?! The Ironfangs?!

“HEAR ME,” Came a voice. Perun and the others had broken from the treeline to flank the enemy fort but what they saw encroaching onto the battlefield stopped them in their tracks. “AND DESPAIR!” A lake of white mist flooded onto the battlefield, causing the fighting to stop. A woman clad in spiked armor made of ice that came to an arctic crown on her head emerged onto the battlefield. She was fifteen feet up, and every step she took, a fifteen-foot flat-topped spike erupted from the ground to meet her as the previous spikes turned to snowflakes.

“Behold, your new Tempest Queen!” She shouted. “You angry little things, with your small weapons and smaller minds, pay tribute and servitude to the most powerful sorceress who ever lived!”

“What the? Is that Pei?” Samantha, otherwise known as Elwen, asked, the spectacle breaking her character. She and the rest of the party slowly walked nearer as if to ensure their eyes weren't being fooled. “She’s taking over the world?” Elwen prepared her bow. “What happened?!” Perun couldn't give Elwen an answer. For the first time in his many ventures, he felt himself freeze in the moment.

A raging Ironfangs barbarian stepped up to the plate and flung a ‘throwing axe’ at the Tempest Queen, only for her to swat aside with a burst of snow. A high-powered beanbag smacked into his chest.

“INSIGNIFICANT, MEWLING CREATURES, HUDDLED UP IN YOUR BARREN HOLES AND UNDER YOUR WRETCHED BRANCHES. THE MOON, THE SUN, AND THE EARTH BELOW KNEEL BEFORE ME!” The Tempest Queen lifted her staff and unleashed a fusillade of snowballs high into the air, only for them to come raining down on the entire battlefield like an artillery shower. “AHAHAHAHAHA!” Both armies retreated to find cover under trees or inside tents, both armies pulling away. Spells and projectiles began flying towards the Tempest Queen, but they all fell short or went wide or were deflected by some kind of cold wind barrier coming from her feet as she walked from spike to spike towards the center of the field.

What the… Viktor just go with it. He thought as he found himself to be one of the few remaining.

“Sapphire! My companion! This cannot be true! Have you truly turned to evil?! Have you truly turned against us?!” Viktor shouted while glancing at the others around him. Their hearts were thumping like a cacophony of fast-beating drums. “Even her aura of fear freezes them.” He commented in a low voice.

“Hah! Have you turned against me?! Sapphire called out. “Are you so proud, so arrogant, that you cannot see the new Queen of this world in front of your very eyes?”

From behind her icy veil, Pei looked out of the corner of her eyes, seeing the other players moving to surround her and staying in cover. That was good, she wanted to make it a fun fight. But really, she wanted to chuck some real ice blasts at Viktor. That would make a better show.

“Kneel, Perun. Elwen. Ned…all of you! Kneel and I may spare your life.” The Tempest Queen strode forward.

“Or, better yet, resist, and let me turn your corpses into frozen statues to mount atop my frozen fortress to be as a warning to all others!”

“No! Never! I- No we will not stand for this! Vanguard! Ironfangs! We must face this new threat together! As much as it pains me, we must slay Sapphire, the Tempest… Bitch!” Perun pointed his saber up toward her but glanced at Elwen and Ned whose eyebrows were still lifted by what Perun had said. “Elwen. Ned. Lock in! I need two things from you…” All Sapphire could see was desperate whispers amongst the three while Carl was pacing back and forth. Then in a booming voice, Viktor roared a command for the others to follow. “ATTAAAAAACK! GIVE HER EVERYTHING YOU HAVE!” With that everyone charged in, figuring their numbers would overwhelm their new foe. Perun, now without his waist-pack to slow him down, charged forth at a rapid pace.

Their second attack on Sapphire was proving to be just as unsuccessful as the first, especially when Perun found himself nearly struck with ice… real ice. Finally… something to get the blood pumping.

Still, the soldiers on the field of battle continued their push. Ned and Elwen managed to follow behind Viktor's advance which was slowed by his need to maneuver away from Sapphire's projectiles.

Meanwhile, Carl the wizard was yet again aimlessly running around in circles and every so often lobbing a beanbag toward Sapphire.

I have to get closer…

The Tempest Queen had a large arsenal of beanbag spells to cast, and she did so with accompanying mist trails to really up the spectacle. “MISERABLE FOOLS!”

Viktor, however, found real ice shards coming his way. As he dodged one, a chunk broke off and slapped him across the face like a snowball. “Tempest Bitch, huh?” Pei muttered under her breath. As Viktor closed the distance, he could probably see her breathing heavily. A lot of effort was going into spectacular mist explosions and ice shards flying through the air. Every time a beanbag hit her, she stumbled backward and created another ice shard to support her before ‘falling,’ a spray of flakes flying from her armor. Under her veil, she was grinning, which fit both Pei and her Tempest Queen character quite well. She liked seeing the two sides come together.

“DIE!” She fired an ice missile at Perun, forcing him to dodge. The shard stuck in the field. She fired another, and another, each bigger than the last. They would be easy enough to jump sequentially to reach her.

There! Perun jumped from one ice shard to another, his focus on Sapphire as he steadily neared before he leaped forth with his weapon raised overhead.

“IT’S OVER!” He swung down!

Kaboom!

There was a great explosion of mist as her armor shattered, the heroes having done enough damage (if Pei’s math was right) to defeat her.

“NOOOOOoooo…!” The Tempest Queen fell from her perch, her constructs shattering in the explosion as she fell onto the grass. She cushioned her (and Viktor’s) fall with the mist and let it all disperse before she lay on her back, dead. “Blegh!” Her armor disintegrated and she returned to normal Sapphire form. Her eyes were closed and her tongue was sticking out, though using her powers so excessively had made it impossible to conceal her heavy breathing. Still! It was clear to all that the Tempest Queen was defeated. Would the war come to a ceasefire now that new threats were going to start appearing, or would they go back to tearing each other apart? The future was up to them.

In the meantime, Perun and the rest of the party gathered around Sapphire with out-of-character smiles. Ned returned Perun’s bag, and from it, the hussar pulled out a scroll.

“As evil as you were… you need to eat, and you can't eat if you're dead. Plus, I still owe you from earlier, yes? Revivify!” Perun exclaimed, sounding less like himself and more like Viktor as he held open the scroll. “Looks like we did, everyone…”

“Yeah, we won!” Ned piped.

“Nooo… We had fun!”

Pei sat up, grinning breathlessly. “I’ll….get you guys…next time…phew, fuck.” She spat onto the grass. “Can we… get dumplings?”

And that was the tale of how Sapphire Nightshade nearly conquered all the lands and how it took her own companion, Perun Ironclad, to rally two opposing factions to end her hunger for power! However, dumplings were far from safe this evening!

Ahem… Uh where was I? Oh!

Though the storm had gathered and darkened the sky, the two companions now walked off into the sunset knowing that with each storm, no matter how tumultuous and dark, brighter days would surely follow. But what might the next storm bring? One can only wonder…
In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Miris


Race: Changeling
Class: Part-Time Fighter
Location: Upper Viewing Lounge, Airship to Khorvaire
Interactions: Arya, Gears, Meiyu @PapaOso, @potter, @Tae
Mentions: Bastion @PapaOso
Equipment:

Attire: beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots
Gold Balance: 5
Injuries: None currently
Current Persona: Wendel



The dragonborns’s insults had been designed to pierce old Wendel with how sharp they were. One might even add some serrated edges to them too for some extra sting. However, this dwarf had a tough hide, not even displaying so much as a wince as the far removed dragon spawn spat at him with his fiery hate. His expression was that of a scowling statue, just waiting for a sudden action that might provoke him to place a firm grip around the lizard's neck.

If only he was a decade or two younger, he wished, but perhaps being older and so tempered was for the best. He only watched the beginning of the dragonborns's departure before he turned himself back to Arya.

The young tiefling was hesitant as she stammered but at the very least, she was successful at getting out what she intended. Besides, if Wendel was anything, he was patient… and observant. All his life, he could do nothing to help being the latter. It was more than often a helpful aspect of his but sometimes, such as this, it keyed him in on things he probably did not have business paying attention to.

Faded impressions of an oppressive past wrapped around Arya’s neck. Wendel could have pretended it was from some wardrobe malfunction or perhaps peculiar form of birthmark but his many years would not permit him to be ignorant of such a horrific indicator. As she spoke, his expression softened more than it should have in reaction to just her words. The hooded cloak he hadn’t cared about was now a piece of evidence to the starry-skinned Tiefling.

“It’s nice to meet you and Stella as well, Ayra.” He nodded with a smile but his melancholy tone betrayed him and would likely seem out of place. “If you need anything, I'll be here… at least for now. Vrexen and people like him are good at standing up for themselves… but sometimes it's good to have people that'll support you.” He peered downward, reminiscing a similar conversation he had so many years ago with a hopeless and lonely young girl.

“For someone like you, I don't think it'll take any time at all.” He returned his gaze to her, appearing to have recovered from the short lived slump. Like the star-shaped patterns upon Arya’s skin, Wendel was sure there was something bright in her wake.

As for him, however…

With a deep breath, Wendel turned himself toward the bar to face none other than the amber hued treasure he had inquired about. The mead!

They do have it! the dwarf beamed with raised eyebrows and an appreciative smile. He took a quick whiff without even touching the tankard, the sweet scent of the beverage removing any negative thoughts of everything that had recently transpired.

“Mmm” Wendel’s shoulders lowered as his body relaxed on the barstool. Then without hesitation, he dug his hand into his considerably light coin pouch and retrieved not one, but two gold coins! He didn't even have to taste the mead before he placed the coins on the counter and slid them forward toward Gears. “Thank you, sweetheart. I truly do appreciate this.” He appeared as if he could cry for joy in being able to enjoy his mead after all he had to deal with this morning. He was about to grab the tankard before he heard an unfamiliar woman's voice from beside him.

It was at this moment that he realized Bastion had not returned from talking to the yeeping young woman. In his place now was… her. The woman he had looked upon previously… twice! She was here! Right next to him! He felt as if his eyes had grown thrice their size as he took in her appearance up close. He tried not to draw attention but he visibly and unintentionally gulped. He parted his lips to speak but he must have swallowed all of his words just then! She was looking now, expectantly. There had to be a word! A sound maybe?! Something! Come on! With every ounce of determination he had, he dug deep and forced whatever he could out. Chin up, chest, out, he finally spoke.

“hi.”

The word came out sounding like a short and sharp grunt that one did when physically exerting themselves. Just as quickly as it left his mouth, he turned back toward the mead, now wondering if coming to the top deck was such a great idea. It was great, and then it wasn't, and now it's incredible… but was it wise for him to make himself so vulnerable to change?

If any of us can keep their wits about them, it's me. Wendel took a shallow breath before he grabbed the handle of the tankard and brought his earned drink of sweet goodness to his lips. He didn't sip either. Wendel was going to need at least a few good gulps.
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Lorexander Deakena

Time: 6 p.m.
Location: The Castle Dining Hall
Attire: Alexander's suit and Lorenzo’s fit
Interaction: Callum Danrose, Wulfric “Royal Highness 🙄” Danrose, Lottie, Olivia, Alibeth Danrose, Edin Danrose, Kazumin, Fritz,
Mention:
The animals in attendance

Queen Alibeth's criticism of Alexander's heavy-handed flattery had only served to provoke a slight and short-lived smirk. He kept his eyes on her in an attempt to read the regal woman but unlike others, she did not wear her emotions. She couldn't have been more different than her husband, and though on the surface the incapability appeared problematic, Alexander theorized it was in fact advantageous. It would be difficult to earn both their trust and both of their favor in a short time, and entertaining the whims of one could jeopardize a productive relationship with the other. Still, Alexander was fine with practicing patience, at least for the time being.

The couple expressed their thoughts on his offer, and he nodded affirmatively as he listened on, noting Alibeth's slight shift from identifying his ambitious nature to

“Offering to serve before proving you’re trustworthy is ambitious… Still… Caesonia does favor initiative. If you wish to take on responsibility, I trust you won’t fumble it. We’ll see what you're truly capable of soon enough.”

“That is exactly what I intend to show you... And thank you for the demonstration of that subtlety you mentioned.” Alexander shot her a single nod before he finally raised his wine glass. He then took a humble sip of its deep red contents as more guests entered the dining hall.

Then, suddenly, Prince Wulfric’s words swiped at him, sharp and cutting.

“Firstly, the proper style of address for a prince is 'Royal Highness',”

“Meanwhile, 'Grace' was historically used for monarchs but is now reserved for dukes,”

“As a royal advisor, you must, at the very least, familiarize yourself with the basics.”

Any trace of Alexander's smugness vanished, leaving to only look upon Wulfric with an attentive gaze. He remained composed, despite a wave of heat course through his body. Edin flaunted, Alibeth kept a thick cold wall in front of her, and Wulfric… he might as well be swinging a longsword, except he didn't strike directly. It was as if he was simply displaying Alexander how lethal he could be.

“Apolog- No. I will assure you of this, your Royal Highness.” Alexander’s gaze was without a blink as he watched the Prince eat between his given lesson.

“Secondly, I select all my servants with painstaking care, and you have yet to prove your worth.”

“However, I suppose…I might be convinced...” The smirk from Wulfric forced him to avert his gaze… avert his true feelings. He just listened in, his sharp ears collecting Wulfric's every word.

“If,”

“You bring me Marek Delronzo’s head.”

Alexander was quick to return his gaze, a hint of a smile upon his face as Wulfric chuckled. He was on the cusp on joining in on the hysterics but that would only confuse the prince. It would incur too much thinking from the clever, and Alexander could not have that happen so soon.

“I’ll keep that desire in mind, your Royal Highness.” Sharing a smile, Alexander delivered a nod before lightly tapping his temple. Wulfric proved himself to be formidable, but as much as Alexander wished to play such a dangerous game with the prince, his attention needed to be shifted elsewhere.

(Author’s note: Take that Silverpaw 😝. TAKE THAT!)

On the other end of the table, Lorenzo had been pondering some of what Charlotte had told him, even though something much more pressing plagued his thoughts as he glanced around the dining hall.

“Actually, Lorenzo, I am beginning to suspect that Alexander Deacon may not be the most good-hearted of gentlemen—”

Lorenzo felt it was always the well-dressed ones that wound up being rotten apples, or perhaps he was just making that up so he could find an excuse to lump Wulfric in with Alexander. From where he sat, the two seemed like they could be good friends By the gods! He made him laugh?! How the hell did he do thaaat?! Lorenzo stared their way longer than necessary before he replayed what Charlotte had said once more. He'd look away from now, and ignore the new friendship blossoming between them.

Unfortunately, that pulled his attention toward the pressing matter that plagued him. A malnourished bear, that pigeon from the theater, and an overweight dog. Lorenzo held a look of disgust but in truth he was extremely jealous that he had not brought Kier along. Damnit Nathaniel! His servant had urged and practically begged Lorenzo not to bring his ferret to this event specifically. He even mentioned that no one would dare bring their animal companions to an event where food would be the centerpiece!

“Ridiculous.” He commented as he shook his head before he continued to dig into his food. With more and more guests showing up, Lorenzo occasionally popped his head up to wave to acquaintances and friends while choosing not to even acknowledge those he did not like or was unfamiliar with. However, the back of Count Damien’s head received a good scowling from the Duke, not thinking about if anyone else witnessed it. Count Fritz managed to get a lively wave, since the man made an effort to wave first.

Things were going quite swimmingly, yet something was off. Charlotte and Olivia were too quiet for his comfort. Even when the talented puppet master showed up in his vibrant outfit that put even the Alidasht royalty to shame. Nothing. Not a peep.

“Lot-” She had already gotten up from her seat and beelined her way across the dining hall. He shot a look at Olivia with a raised eyebrow, silently asking her what was going on with his daughter. Naturally, his eyes shifted to Kazumin next. “That suit… I don't care what anyone thinks or says… That gets my stamp of approval.” He nodded while considering him as a potential for courting Charlotte as a second option. Perhaps he could make her smile… unlike a certain someone. He glanced at Alexander once more, watching as the man conversed with those around him.

“Lady Violet Damien. Beauty personified… and Lord Roman Ravenwood. A true man’s man. You two make me feel even luckier about my assigned seating.” He showed off his pearly whites, smiling enthusiastically between the pair. “The only person we're missing from the Art Gallery is Lady Vikena… A shame but we'll make due and- Oh! Lord Ravenwood, if you desire it, perhaps one of you could swap seats with myself. You two seem to be seated a space too far from each other. Then again, the powers that be…” He subtly nodded his head to his right. “Might not allow that. Good thing it's just me. You can consider me harmless, right Violet?”
In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Miris


Race: Changeling
Class: Part-Time Fighter
Location: Upper Viewing Lounge, Airship to Khorvaire
Interactions: Bastion, Bobi, Arya @PapaOso, @tracxyx, @Potter
Mentions: Menzai @samreaper
Equipment:

Attire: beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots
Gold Balance: 5
Injuries: None currently
Current Persona: Wendel



“You move very well.”

Wendel briefly raised an eyebrow at Bastion's odd compliment to the barkeep before considering that it could be appropriate for Warforged to say such things to one another. Besides that, Bastion did not seem to have a lecherous bolt in his body and couldn't have meant any harm. If he did in fact say something in poor taste, Wendel was sure he could help Bastion when it came to social interactions, at least for the short time they’d have together.

“Is it your first time at a b-” Wendel was interrupted by the startling sight of a flying red-bearded gnome of all things crashing into Gear’s breastplate.

“My…” Wendel had thought he had seen it all, and was damned proud of that fact too but now he found himself staring down at the gnome with his mouth slightly agape. The gnome was as strange as his entrance as he now smoothly posed himself against the bar while attempting to flirt with the same person he crashed into. All the while, something appeared to be writhing beneath his clothes.

“I don't want to assume, gnome, but you're not-” Again, Wendel was interrupted. This time it was from the eagle mounted on the cloaked woman, pecking at her skull. With his eyes now shot open, Wendel balled a fist, prepared to clock the eagle hard enough to be considered a new exclusive item on the dinner menu. He’d pluck the feathers off at himself.

Luckily, he noticed the young woman speaking back to the eagle rather than screaming bloody murder that the creature was attempting to publicly scalp her. The timing was too narrow for comfort. With a tired sigh, Wendel lowered his fist and shook his head, disappointed in how impulsively he had nearly been. He almost broke two of the rules as well.

No fighting… No making a butt out of yourself…

No drinking…

For once, he felt like he was one of the problem children of the ‘crew’.

“Whew…” Wendel almost voiced what he had intended to do but kept it to himself so as to not cause any unnecessary panic… or ‘make a butt of himself.’

And though the brief moment of chaos failed to compromise him, it gave him even more reason for needing that mead he’d been patiently waiting for.

He turned to look back at the eagle but his eyes fixed upon the cloaked woman who no longer wore the hood that hid her most prominent features: skin resembling the starry night sky that one would only see far from the busy cities and towns, ebony-hued curved horns that were a mark of her fiendish bloodline, stark white wavy hair tied into a single braid hanging down past her shoulder, and last but surely not least, her kind sky blue eyes. Their hue contrasted with her complexion in what they resembled rather than their actual difference in color.

But where Wendel identified beauty, another saw something more vile.

”Tiefling filth!” Wendel turned from the bar to lock eyes with the one who said such a heinous thing. There was a rare fire building up within but the purple-haired shifter reacted faster. A fitting thing as Wendel was no longer the proud and rambunctious fellow he had been in his youth. He had a different role to fill these days.

Turning to face the bar, he looked at the Tiefling from the corners of his eyes. For a second he was afraid of what his comfort might produce from the stranger but that quickly washed away in knowing he'd rather do something good at the expense of making himself vulnerable to however she chose to react.

“There’s no use in you acknowledging that type of talk, lass. Filth? He's a blind fool, that one. Beauty is what I see… That Dragonborn is fortunate that he didn't say such a thing to the Tiefling companion I know.” A light chuckle escaped him. “Ah, Vrexen… he would have made quite the scene, that one… My name's Wendel by the way.” He spoke not only to Arya but Stella as well when introducing himself.


In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Miris


Race: Changeling
Class: Part-Time Fighter
Location: Upper Viewing Lounge, Airship to Khorvaire
Interactions: Bastion and Gears @PapaOso
Mentions: Meiyu, Scratch & Val, Ezekiel, Phia, Menzai, Arya @Tae, @Apex Sunburn, @Helo, @princess, @samreaper, @Potter
Equipment:

Attire: beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots
Gold Balance: 5
Injuries: None currently
Current Persona: Wendel



One might imagine the experience of shaking a giant, cold, metallic hand discomforting, but Wendel could not help but widen his smile while shaking Bastion’s hand. It was by far the firmest and heaviest handshake he'd ever had in his life.

“Bastion… Bastion is a strong name. The name of a defender…” Wendel slightly shifted his body to face the birds flying alongside the airship, finding the pastime of the Warforged a reflection of his nature. It was then he figured this Warforged that had stood strong and tall by his lonesome, was as gentle as the fabric of his blue patterned scarf. “The name of a protector.” He added, finding a word that more suitably matched Bastion's character.

The moment of serenity beside the gentle spirit houses in a mechanized frame was blissful, yet short. To sip tea alongside someone who could be a friend was a rare moment for Wendel. Each and every persona had something they coveted or craved. This… For Wendel, this was a treasure. Murmurs and whispers filled the air on another part of the deck but Wendel simply ignored it, at least at first. He’d seen enough in his life to not be drawn by a small crowd. He figured someone might have collapsed from air sickness or inebriation. It wasn't until he heard a raised voice chastise the gathered passengers that he stole a glance, and my was it a sight his eyes were lucky to catch. His glance nearly became gawk but he caught a hold of himself while eyeing the beautiful woman draped in a black kimono amongst what he could only assume was the airship’s medics and a young man requiring their attention. He turned back to face the sky, his ears now tingling with warmth

Again he was reminded his decision to come to the top deck was a good one. Warforged, a splendid view, beautiful women, and a bar. He gave an affirmative nod at the pleasant circumstance.

“You are welcome to remain. I do not mind company. Though, I was intending to go over there.” Wendel followed Bastion’s pointed finger toward the bar, completely saving him from stealing another glance to confirm the beauty of the mystery woman.

“Ah… the bar.”

“Would you like to join me, Mr. Wendel?”

“Of course, Bastion. I have been in the mood for some mead for a bit now. Let’s go, my friend. We can get acquainted with another Warforged and maybe some others.” Wendel nodded at the bar’s current collection of customers before he moved from the rail and rolled his shoulders to ensure they hadn't stiffened up from his leaning.

Alongside Bastion, he walked to the bar but stopped mid-stride as he saw the available open spots at the bar beside two young women. One dressed similar to a nomad with remarkably pink hair and the other had a cloak concealing her form. Making a gamble, Wendel took the vacant spot to the right of the cloaked woman. He figured he'd be fine since she was so covered up. The safe option. Sure, he could have placed Bastion as a buffer but he knew of the prejudice the Warforged suffered and didn't want to cause any unnecessary panic. And though the bartender was a Warforged as well, the desire for a bar’s refreshments likely overrode the enmity one might feel toward whoever served them.

“Here!” Wendel took a seat on a stool, resting his journal and tea cup on the bar counter. With the cup’s contents both scant and lukewarm, Wendel decided to take a big swig of it to finish it off. “Hello, barkeep. I am lucky- no, I am happy to say I have met two Warforged today. My name's Wendel and this fellow here is Bastion,” he greeted warmly, admiring Gears as he had from a distance moments before. He hadn't noticed he cut into the pink-haired Elf’s conversation, but if he had, apologies would be in order… In this case, Wendel took charge of the conversation with Gears. “I was wondering if you served mead here. You see, I was left a menu in my room after boarding, but sadly I didn't see mead listed.” He frowned slightly with the same disappointment he felt when he had discovered this earlier.
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