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Time: Late Morning
Location: Sorian Beach
Interaction: @Potter Layla, Olivia @Conscripts John, @PapaOso Cassius @Tae Kalliope @Lava Alckon Farim, @ReusableSword Roman, @Apex Sunburn Sjan-dehk, @princess Charlotte

By the gods. By the gods. By the gods. By the gods. By the gods. By the gods. By the gods. I slapped a princess. I slapped a princess. I slapped a princess. I slapped a princess. I slapped a princess. I slapped a princess. I slapped a princess. I slapped a princess. I slapped a princess. I SLAPPED A PRINCESS! Lorenzo could almost weep as he held Layla's shapely legs. At any other time, holding such things might have given him the pinnacle of comfort but not now. Not after he assaulted her in public. He dreaded what might come next. A sharp bite from the snake, the slitting of his throat, beheading, a knife to the throat… or maybe she would burst his head like a grape between her bare hands. He shut his eyes tightly, awaiting the impending when he heard the sound of Calbert's voice.

“I am truly in hell…” He mumbled quietly against Layla's thighs. It made sense to him. Layla had killed him right there and he was in hell with Calbert as his tormentor. He wanted him to stand so he could inflict some manner of torture on him but Lorenzo refused to move.

When heard Charlotte's, tears finally streamed down his face and one of Layla's legs. They… they killed her too?

“Lottie had nothing to do with this! Please don't make her suffer! Just punish me! I'll do anything! Just keep her away from that devil, Calbert Damien!”



Time: Late Morning
Location: Castle Gardens
Attire: Alexander and Lianna
Interaction: @Tae Mina @Helo Callum
Mention:@Silverpaw Wulfric


The eyes. The many eyes upon Alexander filled him with an unbelievable sense of pride. To believe an opportunity to elevate the Sorian crown whilst supporting the less fortunate could just fall into his lap. And because he stepped on a misplaced cherry at that. In this moment preparation hadn't just met opportunity. It crashed into it.

The man couldn't help but have a big cheesy smile in the face of Callum and Mina's praise.

“Beacon? I mean, this is a pursuit shared amongst us. Our views align, my friends. Our objective is something we will all see to fruition,” Alexander commented. Mina went on to express her jubilation in the charity event which gave Alexander a chance to read the room a bit. His eyes met Wulfric's for a single second. He had to give the prince credit, for making himself so difficult to read. I wonder if Marek fears your ascension… what might he do to prepare… or prevent such a thing?

"And I must say, I'm rather excited to see what the silent auction will bring. Who knows what treasures might be uncovered?"

“I don't disappoint…” His eyes lingered on Mina's before he continued. “...so winnings will be nothing short of remarkable.” Alexander gave a confident nod.

When Mina made her suggestion, he couldn't help raising an eyebrow accompanied by a smirk.

“A date night? That is… I like it.” He placed a hand on Mina's shoulder. “But to place yourself as an option… I don't know if I'd find comfort in that.” Concern lined his expression. “You should rally the contenders – your peers and stand by my side as we both host the silent auction together. You'll get the experience of hosting such an event, and you'll get to put that charm of yours to use.” He mocked her wink, returning the gesture.

In Avalia 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Avalia 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In Avalia 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Late Morning
Location: The Nest, Roshmi City
Interaction: @princess Mari, @Alivefalling Aerilyn, [@Apex Sunset] Scathael, [@Shining Sector] FIVE


The scene of calculated chaos unfolded in the bar. Splinters flew, tables shattered, and now some nasty yellow gas was filling the immediate area around the dreadnaught of Warforged. What was meant to be a rest stop was now a battleground.

Thraash couldn't believe his downswing against the sword was simply outmaneuvered to allow Five to perform a follow-up swing toward Mari who was charging up a light magic attack.

What really took the dragonborn by surprise was Aerilyn springing forth to swing her magically enchanted hammer at the warforged. Thraash had awaited the impact while inhaling through his nostrils.

Deeper… Deeper… Deeper… He could feel the warmth and pressure build in his chest. Even seeing the yellow-colored gas escape the machine of a man, didn't deter what he planned to do. He wasn't sure how effective the full brunt of his flames would be. He didn't know if the gas was flammable. Fuck he didn't know why this was even happening. But by the gods, he knew he was going to release a cone of fire that would make his pops proud.

“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Thraash breathed at Five. He was aiming for his face but with the size of the cone, the flames would engulf his upper torso too…Oh, and hit a few of the chairs behind him… and some of the tables… and singe some of the hairs on Aerilyn… and there was also that deaf bovine demihuman regular that was minding his own business… And… I think you get it.


Time: Late Morning
Location: Sorian Beach
Interaction: @Tpartywithzombi Ariella, @Potter Layla, Olivia @Conscripts John, @PapaOso Cassius @Tae Kalliope @Lava Alckon Farim, @ReusableSword Roman, @Apex Sunburn Sjan-dehk, @princess Charlotte

While sipping the smoothie, Lorenzo couldn't help but turn around sharply to the sound of a howling shriek coming from behind him. He braced himself for combat in reaction to what he thought was a battle cry but all he witnessed was someone falling to the ground amid the group forming around his blanket.

Ariella, with her keen eyes, was able to explain more than what he could see. The strange peasant girl… She fell asleep again? Lorenzo recalled the events at the play when he protected her from Dr. Williamson's uncharacteristic assault… And there he was again, far from Lorenzo's reach and amongst the others who had no idea of his strange proclivity.

“Not thankfully. He beat that same woman while she slept during the very play you mentioned.” Lorenzo balled his free hand as he watched the scene from a distance. Layla and some other woman looked to be getting close while the other men appeared to be ogling Layla. Probably complimenting her great figure. She is quite the woman. Puts the dash in Alidasht, I do admit.. Unfortunately, he couldn't hear anything anyone was actually saying.

Charlotte and Olivia seemed to be addressing the fallen young woman while their focus regularly bounced back to Layla. Charlotte, not you too! The duke continued to watch as one man pulled the woman who was the most interested in Layla away. He must be trying to keep her from saying something too charged.

But then John caught his eye once more. Lorenzo could see him! See him inching his way closer to Layla. And then he raised his hand! Lorenzo's eyes bulged as he propped up on a knee. His face was serious but Ariella was still conversing with him.

“Lady Ariella. I believe you and anyone who visits my region will love it.” His voice was pleasant but his face remained serious. Lorenzo's eyes were fixed on John. “And yes, tulips are my favorite for that very reason. They always bounce back… unless you crush them but other than that, they always find a way to make a comeback. To thrive after adversity.”

Lorenzo fell silent for a moment as he listened to Ariella while coming up with a plan to prevent an assault that could very well start a violent war. A doctor slapping a princess on a beach with so many witnesses would be water left under the bridge. Lorenzo couldn't clearly see his face but he could tell John's eyes held an unsettling darkness, as if his demonic urge to slap Layla manifested into his very expression. One? Two? Maybe three slaps… It was difficult to determine. Lorenzo had to do something!

“I'll do you one better, Ariella.” He stood up and finally looked at her, faking a delightful expression. “I'll tell you about your mother and I… on the way to my garden. I can show you my lavender. I'll even let you pick it or pot some if you'd like. I just need to get my things at the blanket, and I'll be back shortly. A Duke's promise.” He nodded.

Once she gave him her agreement, Lorenzo took off with a brisk walk, kicking sand up as he increased his pace. With the flatulence subsided, Lorenzo felt boundless in his stride. However, the duke wouldn't run, as he was wary of John enacting his assault preemptively to avoid being deterred. However, he didn't take into account the obviousness of his speedy power walking. Pumping his arms harder and faster, Lorenzo made it onto the scene and placed himself between John and Layla, his hands outstretched protectively, the shaken-up smoothie still in one of his hands.

“Not another word. This stops now.” Lorenzo's face was flushed but undoubtedly serious in his attempt to save as many lives as he could. Lorenzo needed to show tact. He couldn't just reveal John to be the woman-beater he believed he was. Not when he seemed to be able to do it without any persecution. The doctor must have had more power than anyone could expect or perceive. The darkness the duke had seen was now clearly sunglasses, likely a tool to disguise the killer's intent in his eyes. “Doctor Williamson, I think you've said quite enough. Shezhadi Layla appears more refreshing than this strawberry smoothie tastes but no need to ogle her beneath your sunglasses.” Lorenzo put on a confident smirk before turning around to face Layla, his arms still outstretched.

Plap.


“Your majesty- BY THE GODS! NO!” Lorenzo cried as the back of his hand had accidentally made contact with Layla's chin. Lorenzo was shaking with disbelief as he glanced at John. He… Him! How could this happen?! Lorenzo panicked, falling to his knees as he hugged Layla's legs and he got ready to grovel. “I didn't mean to do that! I-I was trying to prevent this! To protect you! Please forgive and forget what I've done! Please Layla please!” He begged, clenching tighter to her.

In Avalia 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Late Morning
Location: The Nest, Roshmi City
Interaction: @princess Mari, @Alivefalling Aerilyn, @Apex Sunburn Scathael, [@Shining Sector] FIVE


Get a new bounty I tell her. The bitch is piss drunk I tell her…

“Fuck,” Thraash cursed as he picked himself off the ground by using Mari's head to push himself up for good measure. His glowing yellow eyes glared at Aerilyn, the strange, drunk… and unbelievably tall rabbit demihuman. Where once was a table of pitchers in front of her now was shattered wood and glass scattered across the floor. Though Aerilyn had seemed to pull a 180 in terms of demeanor, Thraash wasn't going to stop being pissed off about knocking onto the floor. Not only did it cause injury to his reputation but who the hell reacts like that?!

“Lookin' for somthin'? No. I think I found what I'm itchin' for.” Thraash unslung his axe from his back, gripping it in both hands as he bared his teeth at her. To the patrons watching, Thraash and Aerilyn were having quite the odd state down with the stark differences in their demeanors. Even Thraash was starting to find it strange as she kept up her bubbly appearance. He didn't like beating the hell out of drunks but he'd make an exception. “Stop fuckin' smilin' and- The fuck is that?” A loud crash from behind the establishment stole his attention away from the rabbit. He turned around, his tail swinging against Mari for another good measure.

“What the hell is that?!” Floopa yelled as she moved away from the end of the bar closest to the approaching thuds. Thraash could hear a low droning sound that he could help but think would be a perfect addition for his Muse Box clipped to the waistband of his pants. He would have given the idea more thought if shit wasn't hitting the fan at the moment. He took a deep breath just before the hulking red-eyed metallic being burst through slightly shrouded in smoke with a greatsword spinning like a heavy-duty drill!

That's fuckin' solid…

Not wanting to be too stunned by Five's epic entrance, Thraash spat a small burst of flame. He knew it wouldn't stop the warforged but figured it would provide some level of disorientation. With that, Thraash would attempt to dodge to the right of the spearing sword. His body would knock a table or two over but he'd be ready and in position to swing down on Five's sword to hopefully open him up for Mari to deliver a counterattack. If she fuckin' does it!

In Avalia 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Time: Morning
Location: Roshmi!
Interaction:Brigitte @Tae, Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, Zeva @Pink Khione, Brigitte @Tae (optional)
Mention: A strange What If scenario.
Equipment:Fancy Ring, Cold Ring, Oak Wood Staff!, Brown Leather Fingerless Channeling Gloves (not worn), Transmission Bracelet, 560 Amas. Oh! And Owlbear loot that he hasn't shared



“My main concern is that Zeva will turn us all over to the dark elves if given the chance, and I do not trust Luum to do everything in his power to prevent that.”

“And I also wonder how much we can trust a man who cannot even locate his staff to keep proper eyes on Bardulf.”

“You can trust me plenty. A staff is replaceable after all.” Mister Luum had commented with a beaming grin. There was mention of Bardulf being responsible for killing Zeva if he wound up in their declared group. He's giving the job to the wrong guy. Bardulf wouldn't dare do such a horrendous thing. He thought he was sure Bardulf might likely find such a request distasteful on his own. It would make it all the more easier to rope the human in and leave the fairies to themselves. Besides it would do Brigitte good to socialize with someone other than himself.

The young demi-human woman was looking from face to face as everyone spoke, remaining silent as Mister Luum preferred. She couldn't help but wince every few moments as her sharp sense took in the surroundings of the city. So many people and things coming and going in one space was quite overwhelming. Despite this, she listened in on the conversation at hand. Mister Luum wanting to leave her with Bowyn and Rue wasn't what she might have preferred but she wouldn't argue. She enjoyed the two fairies so far, especially Rue since she was the sweetest of the group… and happened to be another woman.

“I don' mind tha groups if ye ask me.” Brigitte commented to which Mister Luum shrugged with his hands up as if her words finalized the decision.

They would have headed straight for the pointed-out bakery but Bowyn's stoat popped out of Zeva's bag and created a bit of a scene between her and Bowyn. More points for the Luumster. Or maybe simply minus points for the winter fae.

“Yes, let us go forth to the bakery to indulge in honeyed toast and the like!” He declared with excitement while pointing at their destination that Zeva was already marching to. “Brigitte!”

“Yes, Mister Luum.” She answered as she hurried to his side while the others went forth.

“The amas and our owlbear treasure is in the bag. If we split up, you and I, make sure to sell the stuff we don't need and buy me a new staff.”

“Aye, a wooden staff?”

“Of course. I'm cheap! Now let's go catch the others.” The two followed behind the group to the bakery that sold Honeyed Toast for 1 ama a slice! What a steal!

Bakery Items and Prices


1 ama per slice

Honeyed Toast

4 amas per order

Blas Buns
Fallaid Bread
Luckie Dips
Bannoch Biscuits
Toffee Apples
Cinnamon Hot Bread
Alaberry Custard
Alaberry Roll
Cacao and Peanut Butter Cake
Riverfruit Jelly Rounds (3)
Sandwich Breads
Moon Breads (Crescents)
Peanut Butter Buns
The Long Loaf
Pecan Fleefa Cookies
Cacao Cookies (2)





Time: Late Morning
Location: Sorian Beach
Interaction: @Tpartywithzombi Ariella

Lorenzo didn't know it, but he had been furrowing his brows slightly after his thoughts on what should happen to Sorian, but still, he listened to Ariella. She had shared what happened after she departed from the dinner two days ago and could empathize with her to a degree. Embarrassment might as well have been married to him at this point. Duchess Embarrassia a woman that rarely left his side.

Then came the spree of questions about Veirmont which Lorenzo was more than happy to answer. Just talking about it could briefly take him from where he was physically. Perhaps he'd take the train back for an “emergency” only to never return.

“No balls but we do have festivals. Much more fun when everyone can take part. There are so many as well!” He beamed. “Charlotte actually wants to play an old game that's a theme to one of the festivals. The Mermaid Festival. The women dress up as beautiful mermaids while the men dress as ambitious sailors. There's a seashell-collecting contest. A parade! A fishing tournament! There's even- Hm?” Lorenzo turned around upon hearing a bit of commotion behind him toward his blanket. It was hard to make out with so many people, but he could see one of the men shouting at Layla Kadir… The girl that plays with the fashion-setting snake. I still can't get over…. I STILL CAN'T GET OVER THAT BOWTIE! Lorenzo shook his head, not thinking much of what he could see, and decided he would ask what happened later rather than cause any problems he didn't have to.

“Um what was I talking about? Oh, the mermaid festival. It is the best ever. Unfortunately, I think we might miss it this year… And you asked about what I grow? I am willing to grow any kind of flower but tulips are by far my favorite!” He answered before taking a sip of the refreshing smoothie. The taste was delicious enough for him to forget the awful herbal drink Ariella had given him.




Time: Late Morning
Location: Castle Gardens
Attire: Alexander and Lianna
Interaction: @Tae Mina @Helo Callum
Mention:@Silverpaw Wulfric, @Tpartywithzombi Violet, @Potter Sadie, @Lava Alckon Drake


Alexander raised an eyebrow when Callum mentioned that it was Anastasia and not himself that was the life of many parties. He shot a glance toward the Caesonian Princess, the person he had initially considered speaking with. My, how things have turned. With a shrug he replied.

“The liver is still certainly important. It can be the hardest working organ for some of us. Rarely getting recognition until the day it fails.” Despite the slight morbid detail Alexander took the opportunity to grab the flask Mina had passed him. He noticed her brush his hand, and his smile grew ever so slightly. “It's men like us that the others want to doom. The freethinkers. The men that wish to see their country flourish by the sight of all its people, not just the wealthy.” Alexander took a hefty swig from the
flask and handed it back to Callum as he winced slightly from the whiskey's bite.

“Forgive me, I myself am not the most spirited person.” He went along with Mina's wordplay before listening to Callum attempt to buy him into his charity event. He made some fair points, appealing to Alexander's voiced desire of making his name known amongst the people here in Sorian this season. “Hmm…” He raised his eyebrow once more, considering the request before Callum engaged Mina next.

He let their exchange briefly drown out as his eyes landed on Wulfric and the disgusting creature he was speaking to. He couldn't gather much from their expressions. Their conversation was either very mundane or the two were well practiced in masking their- yes. It was exactly that, as Alexander witnessed a break in Violet's composure.

"What do you say, Mr. Deacon? Shall we help make Sorian a better place for everyone?" Mina's question cut in just in time.

“We should, future countess but unfortunately I as an individual cannot put my name behind such an event. I simply lack the title and the funds needed to make your charity event the best it could be.” Alexander sighed as he placed a hand on Callum's shoulder, an apologetic expression spreading across his features. “Every disgruntled liver needs a dependable gallbladder. And that, I cannot be.” Alexander gave Callum's shoulder a slight squeeze as he gave him a mischievous smirk. “However…” He released Callum and cleared his throat.

“Esteemed guests of King Danrose 's Tea Party! I, Alexander Deacon, am proud to announce that the world-renowned Black Rose Trading Company will be the first to back and support Prince Callum's charity event for those in need within Sorian! The Black Rose has distinguished itself as the best of the best in trading, so I will ensure this charity event is nothing but the best!” Alexander announced joyously. His wife couldn't help but smile upon hearing his voice boom over the event.

“This event will be but an example of what the great Danrose royal family has to offer, not just for Sorian but for Caesonia! An example that even the Varian Kingdom can adopt!” he pointed his hand toward Sadie, placing many eyes on her and Drake's table. “To help in this endeavor as I am sure many don't feel comfortable letting go of funds without a return, our company will be hosting a silent auction of surplus items of great value with a large percentage of the proceeds going to the charity! More details on that will be posted in the newspaper in the coming days.” Alexander performed a bow to the attendants before giving Callum a sly wink. “How was that, Prince of Onions?”



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