Assallya

Freeform Fantasy Roleplay (Anybody can just jump in.)

The redheaded dancing girl was having difficulty deciding. Tapping gently at her lower lip she returned the appraising of the fox masked man using only the corner of her eye. What was his interest? Was it simply lust? Lust of that magnitude often paid quite well and what was that coin? Could it be? It appeared to be celestial jade.

The girl's desire rose up inside her. She wanted that gem. It may not be what she thought it was but she could tell it was valuable and very likely magical. However, what if it was a trap? She didn't recognize the attire. She couldn't identify which lands specifically this pair came from. They weren't of the Shining Sands, nor the Sun Washed Anvil so she rather suspected they weren't after her for the bounty on her head.

Hips swaying, the dancing girl descended the stair case, caressing the railing as she carefully floated down the staircase into the tavern. That was when she turned her attention on the fox masked man, delivering the full weight of her illusionary green eyes on him. Walking directly towards his seat, never once breaking eye contact. She didn't even look away when she placed one bare foot upon the empty chair and used it as a stool to ascend to the top of the fox's table.

Then she began to dance, first raising one forearm, hand help limply until the wrist caressed her own cheek and pressed her head backwards into a roll across her shoulders even as she lifted one of her bare feet to follow the motion. She stepped and moved, slipping deftly between the crockery, her hips beginning to sway, her many anklets clinking together like a sequence of bells. Her skirt slipped across a bottle, washing its surface as it passed over like a teal shadow before she began undulating her hip, the muscles rippling, the low slung skirt and silver embroidery bouncing.

She danced in silence, eyes fixated on the man, she danced ever lower, fingers occassionally reaching for his mask but always shying away, lest she scare him off, her knees bending but her hips and arms moving to a silent rhythm until finally she fell to her knees on the table before him and slipped backed into the dancer's repose, arching her lower back over several pieces of crockery.

Then she rose, lifting herself at the hips, and looked into the eyes of his mask again.

Freeform Fantasy Roleplay (Anybody can just jump in.)

There are no guidelines really. So far, nobody here has any abilities that wouldn't be at home in Tolkien's works.

Honestly, without a basic premise for the character it's hard to make a real comment.

Addendum: My, what a horrible post. I maybe should have gotten some sleep first.

Starwars: Galaxy in terror

I'm just waiting for everyone to settle in for the night so I can unlock b their cells 😀

Freeform Fantasy Roleplay (Anybody can just jump in.)

Wednesdays I work sixteen hours straight and then sleep for four hours before going back to work Thursday morning for eight more!

Stay in school kids!

Freeform Fantasy Roleplay (Anybody can just jump in.)

The dancing girl, having finished aiding her allies in combat through her magics, had assumed a new form. A girl with a bounty on her head had to take precautions. She stepped out of one of the above room, following on the heels of a local farmer and accepted the small pouch of coin that she had earned. Letting him depart she flipped at her teal blue skirts, ascertaining that they were hanging correctly and then stared down from the balcony at the tavern proper.



She was now a redhead, her eyes much more deeply limned in kohl and her eyebrows more arched than before. Her hair swept backwards in a lion's mane of dark scarlet. Idly she played with one of the many chains hanging from her outfit while she stared downwards at those newly arrived. First was a large man of towering dark intent took a seat at the tavern's bar. He was of interest to her, large powerful men who could provide protection were always of interest to her. Then without any sort of warning he shattered his image of stoic resolute restrained violence with a foolhardy grin and a request for ale that could have been launched from a Jester's wand.

Then there were two figures, both masked, a rabbit and a fox. They pretended not to have any connection but such strange arraignment, their similarities belied that. Perhaps one was bodyguard for the other? Or perhaps, the dancer considered, one was hunting the other in some sort of ritualistic fashion? She had read and witnessed stranger things from faraway cultures.

Star Wars; Koda Station.

I'm considering a couple of ideas. I do have an old Echani Jedi that should have been on the Council but was practically exiled to the outer rim for his constant arguments against participating in the Clone Wars. He considered a betrayal of all that the Jedi stood for as peace makers.

Another, which would require some consideration is something unique that I created myself, a Mandalorian Gun Dancer. Basically, it's what would happen if the Mandalorians came up with their own version of the Jedi. What came of that was something like a gunslinger from the movie "Wanted".

Star Wars; Koda Station.

Legends or Canon? My one concern is that already there is a person with abilities that not even the greatest masters like Yoda, Mace, Sidious or even the chosen one possess.

Things I'd Never Do If I Ever Became an Evil Overlord (#121 I will not attempt to use an artifact that I know can only be used by the pure of heart)

The elven sorceress considered a great many things as she ran about the keep, arranging for this group of soldiers to be sent out with all abandon. Yelling at dozens of functionaries and using terms only a sailor or one who'd worked in a brothel could possibly use without reddening their ears she whipped things into motion without having to resort to spellcraft. Not that she wasn't feeling the delightful urge to watch someone's heart burst from the fear of the illusions she flung into his head.

What really bugged her was a simple plan. She was long considering playing the role of a captured hero. That way, if the minions failed to bring in these nascent heroes then she could join them and learn their strengths and weaknesses before returning. For one, there was some danger involved and second, more importantly, that would take her far and away from her overlord. The thought of that... cat traipsing about, possibly even sitting in his lap drove her mind to distraction.

No, she'd just use scrying. Sending the troops on their way she hung a small bag of herbs, runic bones with a small pentagram stitched from a single piece of thread embroidered on the side. This would serve as her focus so she could scry wherever the rune bag was and use it as a focal point for her spells.

Starwars: Galaxy in terror

Peering down at the newly arrived group swinging their pickaxes Arla decided these were the ones. They were chomping at their bridles, eager to escape, to run, to fight their way free. In the past there were the occasional warriors but each was surrounded by farmers and servants.
This was the most concentrated selection of fighters she'd yet seen. She was going to have to make contact with them at the end of their work day. Then, sometime in the night she would return with the keys to their cells.

All in all, the green skinned twi'lek saw it as a good plan. She just hoped none of the prisoners would do anything stupid and get themselves beaten to death first.

Things I'd Never Do If I Ever Became an Evil Overlord (#121 I will not attempt to use an artifact that I know can only be used by the pure of heart)

The ruffling of the little girl's head caused the blonde sorceress' eyes to narrow. Pure hatred radiated from what was normally a divine countenance that drew men to distraction. How dare that little bitch! The Overlord was her, hers and hers alone!

She was so livid, so filled with rage that she completely ignored the Overlord's statement. After all, she didn't think it was intended for her. Assallya was momentarily taken aback, her azure eyes widening. The Overlord intended on her sending warriors to some obscure village? That was something of a shock. She wasn't a general or a warrior. She had no warriors to call her own. She rather wished she could put together a cabal of magi but she rather suspected that even daring to ask permission to build such a thing would be tantamount to treason.

"I will find a general at once," Assallya answered, not really sure what else to say, "and have the men sent out immediately."

Stepping aside, she released her hold on the overlord's arm for she needed space and placed her right foot behind her left. She then bent her knees and lowered herself, bowing her golden head and displaying her flexibility with the depth of her curtsy.

"Begging your leave my lord."