You step through the weathered oak door, the wood stained a rich and deep brown and pitted with marks and old scratches, and the warmth invades your senses. Then the scent of mint and other herbs tickles at your nose. The redwood floorboards creak at your step, though the sound is not grating or irksome. Your vision is filled with shelves upon shelves of various things, some mundane and some fantastic, your head threatens to swivel from your shoulders, though you manage to restrain yourself, if only just. The northern wall of the spacious shop front is dominated by a large red brick hearth, the fire dancing among the coals almost jubilant in their manner. Various pots and planters decorate the sills of the large, white-frosted windows and within grow an apothecary’s delight of rare herbs and fungi. The west facing wall is adorned with weapons of all kinds, even several that look ill-fit for any proper warrior. And finally, at the very back of the shop, there is a counter of polished mahogany, and behind that sturdy counter stands me.
Hair the color of roses frames a pale white face. Two blue eyes peer through thin, square-framed glasses. Lips, thin and pink, set in a perpetual smile that welcomes all with warmth and good tidings. A masculine jaw sits crooked, a sign of past injury long since reset incorrectly. My clothes are simple, a red tunic and forest green leggings, dark leather boots and fingerless gloves. I wear a belt of dark leather with pouches tied securely, the soft jingle of coin a clear indication of their contents. I wear no weapon, not even a simple dagger, because within my shop all are safe from that which lingers in the cold and dark places.
I smile and with a wave of my hand I bid thee,
“Welcome, traveller.”
My pen name online for the past several years is Garnetio Solozari. I’m a man in my thirties (early thirties!) and I’ve been roleplaying since the early millennium. I enjoy all genres with the exception of Phantom of the Opera (it knows what it did!) I prefer small groups, 1x1 is best, and I enjoy both slow detailed posting as well as faster paced one-liners. As for hobbies, I’m a huge fan of video games, and I’m also a Fanfiction writer.
Hair the color of roses frames a pale white face. Two blue eyes peer through thin, square-framed glasses. Lips, thin and pink, set in a perpetual smile that welcomes all with warmth and good tidings. A masculine jaw sits crooked, a sign of past injury long since reset incorrectly. My clothes are simple, a red tunic and forest green leggings, dark leather boots and fingerless gloves. I wear a belt of dark leather with pouches tied securely, the soft jingle of coin a clear indication of their contents. I wear no weapon, not even a simple dagger, because within my shop all are safe from that which lingers in the cold and dark places.
I smile and with a wave of my hand I bid thee,
“Welcome, traveller.”
My pen name online for the past several years is Garnetio Solozari. I’m a man in my thirties (early thirties!) and I’ve been roleplaying since the early millennium. I enjoy all genres with the exception of Phantom of the Opera (it knows what it did!) I prefer small groups, 1x1 is best, and I enjoy both slow detailed posting as well as faster paced one-liners. As for hobbies, I’m a huge fan of video games, and I’m also a Fanfiction writer.
