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Gonna be without power for a bit today, apologies if I don't speak much.
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Have a few days off. Look for posts for sure today & tomorrow!
7 yrs ago
Just found out an online friend I used to RP with passed away very suddenly and unexpectedly. Didn't know them super well, but the news is saddening all the same =(
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Family ate Thanksgiving a night early because of schedules. Will be tending to all my various posts tomorrow since I'll have time to do so!
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Long timer roleplayer, been at it for... god, almost 15 years now all told. Hasn't been all sunshine and roses, but I like to think I've improved somewhat steadily as time has gone on.
I generally like to play older characters, or at least toward the higher end of an age range. Also, just about all of my characters are caring and protective in some capacity, even the rare meanie that I make.
I play a mixture of male and female characters. I myself am a guy.
Generally speaking I try to post at least once per week.
I generally like to play older characters, or at least toward the higher end of an age range. Also, just about all of my characters are caring and protective in some capacity, even the rare meanie that I make.
I play a mixture of male and female characters. I myself am a guy.
Generally speaking I try to post at least once per week.
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@Raineh Daze Ack! My apologies.
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Markus Peregris
As he was eating, a series of newcomers to the hall made their presence known. One was a boisterous, loudmouthed noble who was demanding an audience with the Captain at once. The other was young lady with brown hair and a country look about her that approached his table. "Excuse me," she asked, a little unsure of herself it seemed- probably because of the preposterous loudness that wasn't far off, "I'm, ah, looking for someone to give this to." She held out a sealed envelope, sealed with the mark of the Temple and addressed to the Captain. Perhaps a letter of recommendation?
"Ah, you'll want to find the Captain or one of her assistants," he replied between bites of food, "Unfortunately, the Captain's out right now. She's likely to be back before too long though, possibly even today. In the meantime, I'd say you're welcome to- oh by the goddesses. Step behind me for a moment, if you would." As he spoke, he set down his utensils and rose from his seat, hefting his shield from behind his chair. The noble who had demanded an audience had been accosted by Minerva, of all people, and the result was going poorly. If things came to blows- which always seemed a possibility with Minerva Fairchild involved- someone would need to step in.
Mercifully, someone did- Salz the half-giant had interceded, and with some aid from who Markus guessed was the noble's retainer the issue seemed to quiet down. With a sigh of relief Markus let his shield slip down his arm and set it back at his feet, then sat down again. "Well, at least that ended well. May I ask your name, miss? Mine's Markus. Markus Peregris, at your service."
@ghastlyInc@TheFake@Feisty-Pants@Aleranicus
As he was eating, a series of newcomers to the hall made their presence known. One was a boisterous, loudmouthed noble who was demanding an audience with the Captain at once. The other was young lady with brown hair and a country look about her that approached his table. "Excuse me," she asked, a little unsure of herself it seemed- probably because of the preposterous loudness that wasn't far off, "I'm, ah, looking for someone to give this to." She held out a sealed envelope, sealed with the mark of the Temple and addressed to the Captain. Perhaps a letter of recommendation?
"Ah, you'll want to find the Captain or one of her assistants," he replied between bites of food, "Unfortunately, the Captain's out right now. She's likely to be back before too long though, possibly even today. In the meantime, I'd say you're welcome to- oh by the goddesses. Step behind me for a moment, if you would." As he spoke, he set down his utensils and rose from his seat, hefting his shield from behind his chair. The noble who had demanded an audience had been accosted by Minerva, of all people, and the result was going poorly. If things came to blows- which always seemed a possibility with Minerva Fairchild involved- someone would need to step in.
Mercifully, someone did- Salz the half-giant had interceded, and with some aid from who Markus guessed was the noble's retainer the issue seemed to quiet down. With a sigh of relief Markus let his shield slip down his arm and set it back at his feet, then sat down again. "Well, at least that ended well. May I ask your name, miss? Mine's Markus. Markus Peregris, at your service."
@ghastlyInc@TheFake@Feisty-Pants@Aleranicus
Is it cool if I decide to post in candaeln as an observer after that?@Saltwater Thief
Well, I was going to have Markus be the young man your character talked to, unless you'd rather I not?
Post will be up tonight or tomorrow.
Post is complete, anybody who wishes to engage in conversation is free to do so at will.
Markus Peregris
The sun had risen into the morning by the time Markus got back to the gates of Candaeln. Arrivals so early in the day were unusual, but Markus paid that no mind. He'd tried setting out for home as soon as his task had been tended to- a Thaln noblemen wanted his family escorted to their holiday home and he feared brigands, so he'd requisitioned a Knight as protection. But a multitude of setbacks had turned what should have been a simple mission into an aggravation. A broken wagon wheel, a twisted horse hoof, inclimate weather, and of course the actual brigands had all extended the trip by days. He'd made a strong effort to get back last night. In fact, he'd gotten inside of two hour's ride before dusk passed into night and it became simply too dark. He could've waited until the afternoon, but his body was pining for the warm, blessed waters of the baths, and they were, in his opinion, at their best first thing in the morning. Not to mention it would be waffles for breakfast if he had the day right.
So, calling upon his time spent in the Emerald Winds Mercenaries, he roused himself at the crack of dawn, packed up his campsite, and made for the headquarters. He wasn't a morning person by any stretch, but mercifully neither were any of the people he had to interact with, so conversaion was kept to a minimum. Once his horse was stabled, he went directly to his room and shed his armor. He'd need to take some time cleaning it later, after the beating it had taken from the rain and the mud, but when swords and clubs had rained down it hadn't budged an inch. Just as it was supposed to perform. His body, however, was practically creaking. He'd learned to ignore the discomfort that was inherent in wearing it, but that didn't stop it from being ornery and awful to sleep in.
As fast as he could he'd grabbed a towel, donned some everyday clothes, and headed for the men's bath. Once inside, the steam and warm water sapped the ache and fatigue from his very bones wherever it touched, and he found himself slipping further in to better enjoy it. Not long after, however, he was drying himself and redressing. The water was lovely, but if he spent too much time in there he may never have left! And so, he slung his trusted shield over his arm as he moved for the door. Most people would think it unconventional and strange to take a shield into the bath, but Markus was never able to feel whole without the Falcon's Wing close at hand. Plus, he thought, he'd never been able to determine if it was blessed by the goddesses or simply very strongly enchanted, and he figured if it was the former being near some sacred waters would do it some good.
By the time that line of thought had concluded, he was in the mess hall and could smell the food from there. Having subsisted on field rations for the previous four days, it was all Markus could do to restrain himself from rushing to the head of the line. Once he'd gotten his breakfast, he forced himself to wait until he got to a table to dive into it. As soon as he had found a spot to sit, however, he was devouring it.
The sun had risen into the morning by the time Markus got back to the gates of Candaeln. Arrivals so early in the day were unusual, but Markus paid that no mind. He'd tried setting out for home as soon as his task had been tended to- a Thaln noblemen wanted his family escorted to their holiday home and he feared brigands, so he'd requisitioned a Knight as protection. But a multitude of setbacks had turned what should have been a simple mission into an aggravation. A broken wagon wheel, a twisted horse hoof, inclimate weather, and of course the actual brigands had all extended the trip by days. He'd made a strong effort to get back last night. In fact, he'd gotten inside of two hour's ride before dusk passed into night and it became simply too dark. He could've waited until the afternoon, but his body was pining for the warm, blessed waters of the baths, and they were, in his opinion, at their best first thing in the morning. Not to mention it would be waffles for breakfast if he had the day right.
So, calling upon his time spent in the Emerald Winds Mercenaries, he roused himself at the crack of dawn, packed up his campsite, and made for the headquarters. He wasn't a morning person by any stretch, but mercifully neither were any of the people he had to interact with, so conversaion was kept to a minimum. Once his horse was stabled, he went directly to his room and shed his armor. He'd need to take some time cleaning it later, after the beating it had taken from the rain and the mud, but when swords and clubs had rained down it hadn't budged an inch. Just as it was supposed to perform. His body, however, was practically creaking. He'd learned to ignore the discomfort that was inherent in wearing it, but that didn't stop it from being ornery and awful to sleep in.
As fast as he could he'd grabbed a towel, donned some everyday clothes, and headed for the men's bath. Once inside, the steam and warm water sapped the ache and fatigue from his very bones wherever it touched, and he found himself slipping further in to better enjoy it. Not long after, however, he was drying himself and redressing. The water was lovely, but if he spent too much time in there he may never have left! And so, he slung his trusted shield over his arm as he moved for the door. Most people would think it unconventional and strange to take a shield into the bath, but Markus was never able to feel whole without the Falcon's Wing close at hand. Plus, he thought, he'd never been able to determine if it was blessed by the goddesses or simply very strongly enchanted, and he figured if it was the former being near some sacred waters would do it some good.
By the time that line of thought had concluded, he was in the mess hall and could smell the food from there. Having subsisted on field rations for the previous four days, it was all Markus could do to restrain himself from rushing to the head of the line. Once he'd gotten his breakfast, he forced himself to wait until he got to a table to dive into it. As soon as he had found a spot to sit, however, he was devouring it.
I think there's something I missed. Another captain? ^^;
Well, Feisty's describing Minerva as a Captain in her post, and it's also in her accepted CS, so...
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