WolfredWolf

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

@Raylah

"Oh, unfortunately my son isn't nearly as fond of water as I am. It's such a shame... I'm not from here either, I'm afraid. My home is a large wetland across the sea far to the West. The water there is unrivalled, but I must say this river is certainly passable on water quality, if not size."

Water was never the same in any two places. Sometimes it was cold and crystal clear, sometimes warm, sometimes murky, sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter. It could be pure and clean or contaminated and rotting. The salt levels could vary greatly. Sometimes it was thick with plant life, sometimes it was open and empty.

Her attention was drawn by mention of a dragon. "A dragon, you say? It's been some time since I've seen ome of my dear cousins... I'm afraid I haven't been to the Capital in some time either..."

"Lady Meowlune? Oh, what a lovely name." She chuckled at herself. "Oh, how silly of me... I forgot to introduce myself as well! I am Queen Victoria Elizabeth Louise Maria Dahlia. You may call me any number of those names in any order that suits you, though preferably with a title attached. "Your majesty" is preffered, but I won't scoff at "Lady" or perhaps "Miss" if I'm in a good mood.

"Help yourself, dear! It's no trouble at all. I'd gladly repay you for the pleasant company with a meal anytime."

She lifted her snout calmly, and air could be heard rushing through her nostrils. "Oh! Here comes my boy now! Antony, dear? Did you have a lovely time in town?" she called.

From the other side of the clearing, a tall humanoid with distinct sharp horns emerged from the trees, a sack in his arms and a bag over his shoulder. "Mother...?" he called back. "Who are you talking to?" He didn't see anyone... Maybe they were behind her.

"Say hello to Lady Meowlune, dear. Lady Meowlune, this is my son, Prince Antony James Grey."

"Lady... Meowlune?" He was close enough now to see the small black creature helping itself to the fish pile. He tilted his head slightly in mild confusion. It wasn't like his mother to hold conversations with random animals. He shrugged inwardly. He'd humored her on stranger things... And the cat was pretty cute. He smiled and gave the cat a small bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Meowlune. How kind of you to join us for lunch."

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

The gigantic mostrous creature followed the cat with her violet eyes and chuckled lightly. "Not to worry dear, not to worry." She sat down away from the firepit this time, perfectly aware that water coming off of her would make it difficult to use the thing to cook. "My boy won't mind at all. It's still plenty enough for him... He's so small." She sighed, imagining just how tiny and adorable her son was.

"Do you live around here, darling? It's such a lovely area..." It was always so deliteful to meet another who walked on four legs gifted with speech. She did her best to seem casual and not at all threatening. Unfortunately, her face wasn't flexible at all like a human's. Her grin of sharp teeth was rather permanently fixed.

@Raylah

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Victoria Elizabeth had considered taking a nap in the sun, but it wasn't nearly as often as she would've liked that she had the opportunity to go for a swim. Her poor child didn't appreciate water nearly as much as she did. Something about wet clothes being uncomfortable... If only he had scales instead of delicate skin. So, she swam alone, trotting along on the bottom of the river, feeling light as a bird as fish flitted around her.

Eventually, she headed back down the river to where the clearing was. Her poor son would be worried if she wasn't there when he came back. She approached slowly, not disruping the water at all as only her eyes peeked above the surface. She didn't see him anywhere. Pity. He was always gone far too long for her liking. It took her a moment to spot the tiny black shape helping itself to the fish she'd caught earlier. A cat. How sweet. Oh? Not just a cat, it seemed. She could sense something beyond it being a simple animal.

It was a very useful skill to be able to quickly discern whether or not the prey you were planning on surprising and dragging into the water would've been capable of speech or not. If it speaks, it isn't meant to be eaten. However, one could hardly approach and ask without scaring away a potentail meal.

The cat's aura was nothing alarming. It simply indicated intelligence.

Well, watching somebody without them knowing you were there, was rather rude. If she scared the poor thing away, so be it. She calmly came to the edge of the rather narrow river where her claws quickly found ground and heaved herself out of the water. "Hello there, dear," she said cheerily. "Beautiful morning, isn't it?"
@Raylah

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

@Redpandagamer @goldeagle1221
The end of Grey's tail continued to twitch while he metaphorically smoothed his ruffled feathers. His mood was still soured and he almost wanted to pay and leave, but no. Things were calming down. He took a deep breath and forced his tail to still.

"Apology accepted," he said, not having much else to say on the subject. He sipped on some of his water and set into his meal at a calm pace, recalling his table manners he rarely had to use on the road.

At the tavern keeper's unexpected question, he stopped, blinking. It took him a moment to form an answer. "Unfortunately, I'm only here temporarily... Maybe a few days. And I don't expect I'll have much free time while I'm here."

Travelling with a Royal Alligator was just about a full time job. Her majesty couldn't manage the many things she needed to without hands... Or being able to fit through doorways and do shopping and run errands. He had no clue how much wealth his mother had squirreled away- when in a town, she wanted to spend and splurge on niceties and luxuries, but once they were on the road, it was all camping and hunting. And they didn't always get to stay in towns very long. He'd go in ahead of her to try and get all of the necessities done before his mother inevitably wanted to see the place for herself. Sometimes it went well... but not typically. She was a well behaved and dignified woman, but unfortunately, her appearance often struck a much stronger first impression. Her pride and refusal to run from an attack meant he was often forced into very uncomfortable situations. He was surprised that word of her somehow didn't tend to spread much.

He mentally worked on his list of errands for the day. He'd be picking up the meat and bones from the butcher later on. He'd see if he could find a cobbler for a new pair of boots. He needed some herbs and ingredients to make more tooth paste. He needed to track down a curio or jewelery shop to find his mother a gift....

"Say, do you know where I could buy some of these croogal eggs raw?" His mother did love eggs... The bigger the better.

Oh, and that's right... It would be best if he could track down whoever the mayor was before his mother's visit to give them fair warning. That usually improved the odds of how well her visits went. "Also, could I be directed to the mayor?"

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Grey flinched slightly at the loud and abrupt entrance. As the tirade went on, his shoulders steadily rose defensively and his expression became more pinched as his heart rate rose. Even his long tail curled in closer to his legs.

Usually, his mother would be the one to confront somebody like this. She'd call them an ignorant, rude peasant, and if push came to shove, she might even hiss intimidatingly at them. Grey didn't need to rely on his mother, however. He wasn't a child. He could stand up for himself.

He cleared his throat. "That's rather rude, isn't it?" he said fairly calmly, though his irritation and maybe discomfort were evident. "What exactly have I done to warrant such a reaction? How dare I fancy a quiet meal." His tail was flicking with his building irritation.

He missed being able to walk through a town unnoticed. There were plenty of odd people and races in the world, but the devilish horns and tail would never be welcomed by everyone. Really, he ought to be used to things like this by now... but he thought he'd heard Lorenstad was a diverse and welcoming place.

@Redpandagamer

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Grey was startled by the loud thud and immediately concerned about how the woman looked dead on her feet. He nearly asked if she was okay until her hat slipped and he noticed her eyes. It clicked... She was likely nocturnal. This was a night place. Yet they were still open? Why? There was that help wanted poster...

"Uh-" he shook himself out of it. "I was just looking for a quick bite to eat. Then I'll be out of your way." He did have a small handful of errands to run before he got back to his mother. If he took too long, she might come looking for him... And that rarely went well. It usually caused a panic when she was seen strolling (stomping) down the road, especially on her own. Her appearance in a town usually went a bit better when she was accompanied.

@Goldeagle1221

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Finding the tavern was a fairly simple matter. He wondered vaguely about the name on the swinging sign overhead "the Other Mine". Inns and taverns always tended to have the oddest names, often with even stranger stories behind them.

He noted the "HELP WANTED" sign in the window as he entered the establishment. Maybe if his mother ever decided to settle down somewhere he could get a job... but until that day came, he'd continue to travel at her side, just as he had for the last four years.

The place was fairly empty at the moment, likely more of a night place, but he could smell some good food cooking. He took a seat at a table and waited patiently to be seen.

@Goldeagle1221

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

They'd arrived and set up camp in a clearing beside the river in the late evening last night and it was the sound of splashing and thrashing that woke Grey that morning. He stretched and exited the considerably large tent to find his mother, looking as proud and dignified as possible, casually walking onto the bank, water falling from her back, with her mouth closed in a sharp toothy smirk.

"Fetched us breakfast, have you, mother?"

Looking far too pleased with herself, she opened her mouth, buckets of water spilling out, soaking the ground and their firepit, accompanied by a small deer and half a dozen live, flopping fish.

"Get breakfast started while I dry off, won't you, dear?" she said sweetly, striding over to a flat rock over the river the size of a foundation and flopping over onto it with an impressive thud. It was why she'd chosen the spot to camp.

He sighed at the soaked fire pit, the ashes from last night steadily washing away and the fish gasping and flopping, trying to find their way back to the river.

He took some sticks from the firewood pile and sharpened them with his dagger to skewer the fish on. "Mother?" He called. "Would you like me to take the deer to the butcher?"

"Oh, what a lovely idea, dear. Yes, that would be wonderful." She rolled over onto her side slightly. Her eyes were closed and she looked far too comfortable under the rising sun.

She could, and usually did eat her catches whole. She enjoyed sitting down for a meal, however, and she enjoyed eating things without fur… or bones. Butchering, however, was a time consuming process. Besides, she did enjoy contributing to a local economy- not that she'd ever rely on a town to feed her. No, no village this size could handle that kind of demand.

The new location made no difference to the rest of Grey's morning routine. While he waited for the firepit to at least not have standing water, he began to tend to his usual chores. They included tasks such as brushing his mother's eighty impressive teeth with her favorite lavender scented paste and checking over her scales for anything unsightly. He filed away any slight flaws in her claws and touched up the silver polish on them.

Finally, he could fix his nearly shoulder length hair and get dressed for the day. His horns were getting difficult to maneuver around at times, but he was used to it by now. He had to wonder how long they were planning on growing. For now, they were still manageably short.

"Have you considered cutting your hair, dear?" His mother inquired from her basking spot.

"Hmm…" he approached the bank and peered into the water at his reflection. "No. I think I like it like this. Much longer, and I'll think about it."

"Very well. Come here, dear. I've got your funds for errands." She opened her mouth. A velvet pouch, no doubt full of coins, rested on her tongue.

He reached in, no caution whatsoever, and accepted the pouch. At least it smelled like lavender.

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After dropping off the deer with the village's butcher, Grey was relieved to find himself with some free time to wander.

Unfortunately, the fish his mother caught him would have to wait until lunch, when the firewood was hopefully dry enough to work with. Which meant he had to find his own breakfast. The tavern looked like a good place to try.

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Her Majesty

Name: She may be addressed as Queen Victoria Elizabeth Louise Maria Dahlia

Race: Her Majesty is a Royal Alligator with glossy black scales and a gleaming silver underbelly. Her sparkling eyes as well as the inside of her glorious mouth are a brilliant lavender color. She is on the petit side compared to her siblings, at a modest twenty or so feet long from nose to tail, and a proud six feet tall at the shoulder.

Job: As a queen, she has a domain and subjects, but most importantly, many assets. As one can imagine, it's all very tiring work taking care of her subjects and keeping track of her property, and so, she's fancied herself a nice vacation. She does love to travel and see new places, afterall.

Background: Though rude to ask a lady her age, she may tell you that she has been around for quite some time and seen and been to a great many places. When she so fancies, she loves to travel and pick up new experiences and acquaintances, as well as interesting or shiny items for her collection.

Home: She occasionally reminisces of her palace and her subjects in the Oasis of Lilly Valley. She won't say how long she's been away. Perhaps she's been on vacation for quite some time… at least relative to those less long lived.

Abilities: Royal Alligators tend to have a knack for magic. Often, they possess abilities comparable to the breath weapons of their close cousins, the dragons. Her Majesty has extensive knowledge of magics, however, the ability she was born with that she uses on a daily basis is hidden behind her pearly whites. Deep inside her maw lies a glowing swirling purple vortex which leads to a pocket dimension. This is where she keeps her prized treasures and collections. A dragon may be limited to one location to guard their hoard, but Queen Victoria does not take her gift for granted. She wanders as she pleases, accumulating wealth and treasure as she goes.

Grey

Name: Prince Antony James Grey
"Please… just Grey. I'm not royalty."

Age: 16/17 (uncertain)

Race: Unknown
Somewhat pale skin, bright blue eyes, black hair with a possible glint of blue; It all looks perfectly human until you notice the sleek black horns, long silver-gray tail, and just how bright his eyes are.

Job: If you ask his "mother", she'll tell you that it's to accompany her on the road. If you ask him, he's essentially her servant. She doesn't have hands after all and can't do much on her own.

He has a handful of skill sets, but was raised to be a doctor.

Background: Dropped off on a doorstep as a baby, he was brought up fairly normally with a loving human family… until he hit puberty. When the horns and tail began to grow in at twelve years old, he found himself on the street.

Elizabeth always was a sucker for cute orphans… usually of the reptilian variety.

Home: As much as he hates to admit it, he knows that his adoptive mother really does love and adore him. He doesn't plan to leave her anytime soon.

Abilities: He has a knack for fire based magic. It always turns blue for some reason.

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Her Majesty

Name: She may be addressed as Queen Victoria Elizabeth Louise Maria Dahlia

Race: Her Majesty is a Royal Alligator with glossy black scales and a gleaming silver underbelly. Her sparkling eyes as well as the inside of her glorious mouth are a brilliant lavender color. She is on the petit side compared to her siblings, at a modest twenty or so feet long from nose to tail, and a proud six feet tall at the shoulder.

Job: As a queen, she has a domain and subjects, but most importantly, many assets. As one can imagine, it's all very tiring work taking care of her subjects and keeping track of her property, and so, she's fancied herself a nice vacation. She does love to travel and see new places, afterall.

Background: Though rude to ask a lady her age, she may tell you that she has been around for quite some time and seen and been to a great many places. When she so fancies, she loves to travel and pick up new experiences and acquaintances, as well as interesting or shiny items for her collection.

Home: She occasionally reminisces of her palace and her subjects in the Oasis of Lilly Valley. She won't say how long she's been away. Perhaps she's been on vacation for quite some time… at least relative to those less long lived.

Abilities: Royal Alligators tend to have a knack for magic. Often, they possess abilities comparable to the breath weapons of their close cousins, the dragons. Her Majesty has extensive knowledge of magics, however, the ability she was born with that she uses on a daily basis is hidden behind her pearly whites. Deep inside her maw lies a glowing swirling purple vortex which leads to a pocket dimension. This is where she keeps her prized treasures and collections. A dragon may be limited to one location to guard their hoard, but Queen Victoria does not take her gift for granted. She wanders as she pleases, accumulating wealth and treasure as she goes.

Grey

Name: Prince Antony James Grey
"Please… just Grey. I'm not royalty."

Age: 16/17 (uncertain)

Race: Unknown
Somewhat pale skin, bright blue eyes, black hair with a possible glint of blue; It all looks perfectly human until you notice the sleek black horns, long silver-gray tail, and just how bright his eyes are.

Job: If you ask his "mother", she'll tell you that it's to accompany her on the road. If you ask him, he's essentially her servant. She doesn't have hands after all and can't do much on her own.

He has a handful of skill sets, but was raised to be a doctor.

Background: Dropped off on a doorstep as a baby, he was brought up fairly normally with a loving human family… until he hit puberty. When the horns and tail began to grow in at twelve years old, he found himself on the street.

Elizabeth always was a sucker for cute orphans… usually of the reptilian variety.

Home: As much as he hates to admit it, he knows that his adoptive mother really does love and adore him. He doesn't plan to leave her anytime soon.

Abilities: He has a knack for fire based magic. It always turns blue for some reason.