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Emma was going to do one last thing before leaving. One last thing of pleasure before the hard life of the road started. She was going to go and see a play at the theater. She was quite excited about it. It would be the last play she'd get to see in a very long time, and it also had been quite a while since the last one. The fact that it was a comedy just made everything all the better..
She was all ready and packed back home, the things at the door. She just needed to set foot inside and change her clothes and she'd be off. Now however, she was dressed in her finest gown. It was a red silken dress, slightly frilly and wavy at the bottom. Half of the dress was wavy in fact, from her waist down. The upper section had a wavy pattern over her shoulders and the edges were lined with golden threads. The dress was a short sleeved one, only covering her shoulders and she wore a red but transparent thin silken lace that secured itself to her middle finger on both hands, Around her neck she wore her necklace, a family heirloom of generations past and on her shoes she wore red stilettos, matching her dress.
It was a fine evening, and she laughed a lot, gaining a few looks from the other nobles around her in the top of the theater, and a few ladies snickered at her but Emma paid no mind. Her father looked somewhat embarrassed though at her antics and her mother laughed along with her, so he let it slide. It was her last day in the city after all, and he wanted her to enjoy herself. The view was spectacular from her spot, however, you had to use 'lady-binoculars' to be able to see the smaller details of the show. Between her laughter she was puffing on her cigarette. It was a habit that she had picked up from a lady friend of her's which she smoked from time to time.
Suddenly though, just as she was laughing at a silliness, a chandelier started falling from the roof which crashed into the crowd. She had stood up, trying to see what was going on when a mage was pointed out as the culprit for it. While only one had been crushed by it, a few had died as the winds had crushed them and many more had their bones cracked and would possibly be maimed for life.
Emma was furious as she shouted along with the crowd for the death of the mage, for him to be punished for his crimes, death, for death, maim for maim. He would probably be interrogated, beaten, tortured and all manner of cruel things that he justly deserved for his crimes. While she had not seen his magic make the chandelier fall, she had been too busy laughing, she had seen the magic that had maimed many. While she felt sorry for the man's family, she felt that the man deserved everything that he'd get throughout the night, and then be executed for the death he caused.
It had not taken too long before Emma had left the theater with her parents and went back to their house and she had fallen asleep in her bed not too long after. She wondered, if the man's family knew about him being a mage, and if they knew, she could understand that they'd not want to sell him out, but by not doing so, they had technically helped in this disaster. While she did not wish them harm, they deserved the emotional stress of this if they did know.
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Emma had woken up in the morning. She had started preparing for her trip, but now there was another thing that she would do before she left. She'd watch the criminal get his justice. After getting dressed and placed the backpack on her back, she started using her spear as a walking stick and was walking down towards the square where the man would be executed. That he was human only proved that evil could exist in anyone, and not only elves, but she tried not to think about it too much.
She entered the square just as people started gathering in the streets, and she walked straight through it all to get a good view on the execution site. She had been there before, but this would probably be her last time seeing it in the capital in her lifetime, or so she hoped. She hoped that mages would learn, and seal away their powers, never to be used again. Now, there was only the wait left.
She was all ready and packed back home, the things at the door. She just needed to set foot inside and change her clothes and she'd be off. Now however, she was dressed in her finest gown. It was a red silken dress, slightly frilly and wavy at the bottom. Half of the dress was wavy in fact, from her waist down. The upper section had a wavy pattern over her shoulders and the edges were lined with golden threads. The dress was a short sleeved one, only covering her shoulders and she wore a red but transparent thin silken lace that secured itself to her middle finger on both hands, Around her neck she wore her necklace, a family heirloom of generations past and on her shoes she wore red stilettos, matching her dress.
It was a fine evening, and she laughed a lot, gaining a few looks from the other nobles around her in the top of the theater, and a few ladies snickered at her but Emma paid no mind. Her father looked somewhat embarrassed though at her antics and her mother laughed along with her, so he let it slide. It was her last day in the city after all, and he wanted her to enjoy herself. The view was spectacular from her spot, however, you had to use 'lady-binoculars' to be able to see the smaller details of the show. Between her laughter she was puffing on her cigarette. It was a habit that she had picked up from a lady friend of her's which she smoked from time to time.
Suddenly though, just as she was laughing at a silliness, a chandelier started falling from the roof which crashed into the crowd. She had stood up, trying to see what was going on when a mage was pointed out as the culprit for it. While only one had been crushed by it, a few had died as the winds had crushed them and many more had their bones cracked and would possibly be maimed for life.
Emma was furious as she shouted along with the crowd for the death of the mage, for him to be punished for his crimes, death, for death, maim for maim. He would probably be interrogated, beaten, tortured and all manner of cruel things that he justly deserved for his crimes. While she had not seen his magic make the chandelier fall, she had been too busy laughing, she had seen the magic that had maimed many. While she felt sorry for the man's family, she felt that the man deserved everything that he'd get throughout the night, and then be executed for the death he caused.
It had not taken too long before Emma had left the theater with her parents and went back to their house and she had fallen asleep in her bed not too long after. She wondered, if the man's family knew about him being a mage, and if they knew, she could understand that they'd not want to sell him out, but by not doing so, they had technically helped in this disaster. While she did not wish them harm, they deserved the emotional stress of this if they did know.
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Emma had woken up in the morning. She had started preparing for her trip, but now there was another thing that she would do before she left. She'd watch the criminal get his justice. After getting dressed and placed the backpack on her back, she started using her spear as a walking stick and was walking down towards the square where the man would be executed. That he was human only proved that evil could exist in anyone, and not only elves, but she tried not to think about it too much.
She entered the square just as people started gathering in the streets, and she walked straight through it all to get a good view on the execution site. She had been there before, but this would probably be her last time seeing it in the capital in her lifetime, or so she hoped. She hoped that mages would learn, and seal away their powers, never to be used again. Now, there was only the wait left.
ill get something up this weekend
I call Wukong on you Frozen.
Is Charlie a schitzo?
Cuz the usage of "they"?
Cuz the usage of "they"?
Meanwhile, poor old Kim is left confused and frozen by the shadows of blue vantas.
Name: Emma Kratz
Age: 23
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 154lbs
Magic user: No
Race: Human
History: Emma Kratz was born and raised in the capitol in a minor noble family in the fancier quarters of the city. Her family had lived there for generations, even before the current ruler. The Kratz family had always supported the monarch, until the treacherous incident with the elf child; Ethel. At this point, the Kratz family started undermining the monarch, they wanted the support of the other humans that did not approve of this elf child, so they sent Emma away to one of the noble families, basically as a hostage, to gain their trust and to gain more power amongst the noble families.
In a way, it worked better than what they'd ever hope for. Instead of the people leading a revolt, Ethel left the city, leaving it in turmoil after casting a spell that wiped out her father's brother's family, a prominent merchant family in the capitol. The people became enraged with the elves, and magical users, and the Kratz family which had been speaking out quietly and sometimes publicly against those things gained more power and followers as an effect. They used the confusion and hatred to gain a better position and to gain more wealth.
Emma however, had no idea what was going on behind the scenes, she was just enraged that her cousin had gotten killed by Ethel and swore to hunt him down. While her family did not approve too well of this agenda, Emma refused to see it otherwise and her parents gave in after the third possible marriage had been turned aside by Emma's antics, since she wanted no marriage until she was ready for one and made sure the suitors gave up. This left Emma with a lot of freedom to act and go as she wished, but she had made a promise, to marry at the age of 25, at the latest.
Knowing she only had two more years, Emma left the city with her parents permission and support since it gave their family even more power since they had such a dedicated daughter. That she showed such dedication to rid the city of evils and supportive of the royal family now that Namil was in charge. She herself however, just wanted justice for her cousin's family, and find herself someone suitable for her marriage, rather than a match already made by her parents. She had been promised, that if she brought back the body of Ethel, she'd be allowed to choose anyone to marry, at least anyone her parents influence would allow.
Skills: Emma is trained in proper etiquette and diplomacy as fitting of her position while also trained to use a spear and the blade. She knows how to dance; and ride a horse. She is also a skilled archer.
Gear and fighting information: Emma carries a metal spear for when she needs to fight herself. When she fights with her spear she tries to keep the enemies back, circling the spear and poking with the tip when the opportunity arises. If poking isn't enough, she can turn the spear over and use the blade on the other side to slash at enemies. She is not against using dirty tricks, like kicks to the groin, or attacking eyes or groins and other sensitive places with her spear. She always tries to keep herself at a good distance from her opponents so that she can use the length of the spear to her advantage.
In and on her backpack, she carries the essentials. Make-up, a water-skin, a sharpening stone, some provisions, a bedroll, a small tent, a cloth bucket, some cooking gear, a tea set with some tea and honey, some clothes and some pocket change of 50 dink, 40 copper, 30 silver and 20 gold.
Personality: Emma is a very cheerful and optimistic person. She tends to speak what's on her mind, even if what's on her mind isn't the most appropriate thing to say. She almost never gets disheartened but keeps on going with a smile on her face. She is almost naive in her easiness to trust others and always think the best about them until the opposite is proven. She makes the occasional joke and she is very quick to laughter, sometimes she laughs at the most strange things. However, she carries a deep hatred towards the other races of the world, and magical users that use their powers for destruction. She, along with most humans, blame them for the troubles of the world, and Emma has seen it first hand when her cousin's family had been destroyed by magic from a hateful elf. But she's always wanted a pet.
Age: 23
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 154lbs
Magic user: No
Race: Human
History: Emma Kratz was born and raised in the capitol in a minor noble family in the fancier quarters of the city. Her family had lived there for generations, even before the current ruler. The Kratz family had always supported the monarch, until the treacherous incident with the elf child; Ethel. At this point, the Kratz family started undermining the monarch, they wanted the support of the other humans that did not approve of this elf child, so they sent Emma away to one of the noble families, basically as a hostage, to gain their trust and to gain more power amongst the noble families.
In a way, it worked better than what they'd ever hope for. Instead of the people leading a revolt, Ethel left the city, leaving it in turmoil after casting a spell that wiped out her father's brother's family, a prominent merchant family in the capitol. The people became enraged with the elves, and magical users, and the Kratz family which had been speaking out quietly and sometimes publicly against those things gained more power and followers as an effect. They used the confusion and hatred to gain a better position and to gain more wealth.
Emma however, had no idea what was going on behind the scenes, she was just enraged that her cousin had gotten killed by Ethel and swore to hunt him down. While her family did not approve too well of this agenda, Emma refused to see it otherwise and her parents gave in after the third possible marriage had been turned aside by Emma's antics, since she wanted no marriage until she was ready for one and made sure the suitors gave up. This left Emma with a lot of freedom to act and go as she wished, but she had made a promise, to marry at the age of 25, at the latest.
Knowing she only had two more years, Emma left the city with her parents permission and support since it gave their family even more power since they had such a dedicated daughter. That she showed such dedication to rid the city of evils and supportive of the royal family now that Namil was in charge. She herself however, just wanted justice for her cousin's family, and find herself someone suitable for her marriage, rather than a match already made by her parents. She had been promised, that if she brought back the body of Ethel, she'd be allowed to choose anyone to marry, at least anyone her parents influence would allow.
In and on her backpack, she carries the essentials. Make-up, a water-skin, a sharpening stone, some provisions, a bedroll, a small tent, a cloth bucket, some cooking gear, a tea set with some tea and honey, some clothes and some pocket change of 50 dink, 40 copper, 30 silver and 20 gold.
Personality: Emma is a very cheerful and optimistic person. She tends to speak what's on her mind, even if what's on her mind isn't the most appropriate thing to say. She almost never gets disheartened but keeps on going with a smile on her face. She is almost naive in her easiness to trust others and always think the best about them until the opposite is proven. She makes the occasional joke and she is very quick to laughter, sometimes she laughs at the most strange things. However, she carries a deep hatred towards the other races of the world, and magical users that use their powers for destruction. She, along with most humans, blame them for the troubles of the world, and Emma has seen it first hand when her cousin's family had been destroyed by magic from a hateful elf. But she's always wanted a pet.
No, get away, shoo.
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