Mimsy is so very adorable. <3
Also, my Julia X Corvus ship is confused...It doesn't know which way to sail. And has no name!
Juvus? Corlia? Jorvus? <<
Post delay because it's exam season where I am. Will eventually get to it!
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Call me Ginger!
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Future veterinarian, presently irreverently funny self-deprecator and literature hobbyist.
Casual-advanced. 1x1 and Group RP, no preference.
Up to make mischief, make memories, and make a fool of myself.
And maybe roleplay a little on the side. :)
Dating @Mateotis who is much more active than I am here, but also decidedly a much more gifted writer/poet. Hound him if you're looking for me.
A little sickly and evidently severely lacking in impulse-control, so patience is appreciated in general.
I'll remain forever royal,
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Duty means doing the things your heart may well regret.
GMT+1
Future veterinarian, presently irreverently funny self-deprecator and literature hobbyist.
Casual-advanced. 1x1 and Group RP, no preference.
Up to make mischief, make memories, and make a fool of myself.
And maybe roleplay a little on the side. :)
Dating @Mateotis who is much more active than I am here, but also decidedly a much more gifted writer/poet. Hound him if you're looking for me.
A little sickly and evidently severely lacking in impulse-control, so patience is appreciated in general.
I'll remain forever royal,
I'll repay my parents' debt.
Duty means doing the things your heart may well regret.
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Considering the characters' conflicting personalities (with Corvus being a man of righteousness now because he quit the Khans) I think it'd be an interesting scene to watch unfold.
And if both of you think it's a good idea, why not go for the gold!
I heart you too Anna you're so super cute. <3
And I think I can settle for simultaneously best and worst idea. :D It's better than nothing, Feig!
Would love to see the new guy's post once it's up!
And if both of you think it's a good idea, why not go for the gold!
I heart you too Anna you're so super cute. <3
And I think I can settle for simultaneously best and worst idea. :D It's better than nothing, Feig!
Would love to see the new guy's post once it's up!
By Jove, I think I've got it!
Why not stop by The Den? If you're a traveller after all, you'd like some place to stay, wouldn't you?
And there you get to meet Julia, or maybe if you were already there from earlier in the day, and a witness to the bar fights or whatever, you could have been trailing her or something. I know it seems a little OP, but it'll probably leave her some interaction. Someone knocking on her door in the dead of night and going
"I know what you did."
Or something like that. And then cue an intense scene full of unresolved implied sexual tension during the forceful interrogation as to why she killed the man, because when you travel alone for so long and so far...
No? No. I'm only...joking.
...I think.
You may do as you please, Feig! I shan't...crowbar my way into anything. >>
Why not stop by The Den? If you're a traveller after all, you'd like some place to stay, wouldn't you?
And there you get to meet Julia, or maybe if you were already there from earlier in the day, and a witness to the bar fights or whatever, you could have been trailing her or something. I know it seems a little OP, but it'll probably leave her some interaction. Someone knocking on her door in the dead of night and going
"I know what you did."
Or something like that. And then cue an intense scene full of unresolved implied sexual tension during the forceful interrogation as to why she killed the man, because when you travel alone for so long and so far...
No? No. I'm only...joking.
...I think.
You may do as you please, Feig! I shan't...crowbar my way into anything. >>
Short but finally posted! We're finally there! Let's get the action rolling, gang!
...or try to, anyway.
...or try to, anyway.
It didn't take abnormally long, but they finally did get there. Back to Elric's manor at last, and in due time, too. Lysander slowed down into a trot and halted by the man's door, where Corinne steadied the horse by his reins.
"Whoa, boy." Ben cooed as he stood to help Elric dismount. Corinne stroked the stallion's muzzle lovingly, smiling over at Elric with a smirk, "Got you here safe and sound, we did. Now...now you can go rest."
Her voice turned dark as her eyebrows knit together,
"Or you can tell us what you think is really going on...if not Baxter, then who? You must know...mustn't you? Elric?"
"Whoa, boy." Ben cooed as he stood to help Elric dismount. Corinne stroked the stallion's muzzle lovingly, smiling over at Elric with a smirk, "Got you here safe and sound, we did. Now...now you can go rest."
Her voice turned dark as her eyebrows knit together,
"Or you can tell us what you think is really going on...if not Baxter, then who? You must know...mustn't you? Elric?"
"Understood, miss Tirarian. It would do well to bring them." Corinne nodded before standing up again and stretching out her limbs. Her cheeks flushed an embarrassed shade of pink at glancing down and actually noticing how close the gnome was to actually growling at her now, and she scratched the back of her head with a nervous smile. "A..hah."
She knew she meant no disrespect. In fact, it was the absolute opposite. Corinne heavily respected the lady and her trade. But she did have the tendency to screw up with certain social cues...ah, such was life, and gods above, was it an elusive mistress!
Though it passed soon, and matters became more practical. She shook her head, a little more confident with clenched fists now, "That's settled then, we make our way to Elric's manor. I...I've never been to your house either, miss Tirarian. I hope it isn't very far from here..."
She turned around to catch the ending snippets of Elric's description. He looked well, though Corinne was indeed curious about what he held. She held her tongue. She'd ask later. "...a brainless bear, then? A shocking number of people fit that criteria." she smirked now, "A wonderful, sad, shocking number of people."
She gave him the smirk now, more mischievous than anything. Colour came back to her pale features fast. "It may be a tool of life, but I would also think it a sufficient enough tool for someone like you to cut through a bag with, albeit with much difficulty and repetitive motion...which further supports my idea that...they hurt you. They put you to sleep. How? Are...you really sure you're alright?"
She glanced between him and the gnome, worried again. Ben helped the man regain his balance once on Lysander, before stepping over to the elf's side and giving her shoulders a little squeeze. She was grateful for his presence. Her voice was a little more enthusiastic when she spoke again, "Oh, Cherry would never do that, Elric. He's far too much of a sweetheart for that..."
She left Ben's arms to give Lysander's neck a little stroke, and his muzzle a little kiss. Something quite similar to when you would constantly, rhetorically ask a pet something along the lines of 'who's a good boy', to which he responded with a pleased snort and ears that perked up more.
"See?" she looked over at Elric with a more smug smile and took a hold of the horse's reigns. The other hand found Benjamin's, with fingers laced with his in no time.
"...but who would want to hurt you, Elric? You...you've been saving lives for as long as I've had the pleasure of knowing you, and little else."
She paused.
"Baxter, eh? I wouldn't hold it to him, but..." her voice drifted off.
It was frightening to think that just about anyone could be...the culprit.
She knew she meant no disrespect. In fact, it was the absolute opposite. Corinne heavily respected the lady and her trade. But she did have the tendency to screw up with certain social cues...ah, such was life, and gods above, was it an elusive mistress!
Though it passed soon, and matters became more practical. She shook her head, a little more confident with clenched fists now, "That's settled then, we make our way to Elric's manor. I...I've never been to your house either, miss Tirarian. I hope it isn't very far from here..."
She turned around to catch the ending snippets of Elric's description. He looked well, though Corinne was indeed curious about what he held. She held her tongue. She'd ask later. "...a brainless bear, then? A shocking number of people fit that criteria." she smirked now, "A wonderful, sad, shocking number of people."
She gave him the smirk now, more mischievous than anything. Colour came back to her pale features fast. "It may be a tool of life, but I would also think it a sufficient enough tool for someone like you to cut through a bag with, albeit with much difficulty and repetitive motion...which further supports my idea that...they hurt you. They put you to sleep. How? Are...you really sure you're alright?"
She glanced between him and the gnome, worried again. Ben helped the man regain his balance once on Lysander, before stepping over to the elf's side and giving her shoulders a little squeeze. She was grateful for his presence. Her voice was a little more enthusiastic when she spoke again, "Oh, Cherry would never do that, Elric. He's far too much of a sweetheart for that..."
She left Ben's arms to give Lysander's neck a little stroke, and his muzzle a little kiss. Something quite similar to when you would constantly, rhetorically ask a pet something along the lines of 'who's a good boy', to which he responded with a pleased snort and ears that perked up more.
"See?" she looked over at Elric with a more smug smile and took a hold of the horse's reigns. The other hand found Benjamin's, with fingers laced with his in no time.
"...but who would want to hurt you, Elric? You...you've been saving lives for as long as I've had the pleasure of knowing you, and little else."
She paused.
"Baxter, eh? I wouldn't hold it to him, but..." her voice drifted off.
It was frightening to think that just about anyone could be...the culprit.
At the acknowledgement, Corinne carefully dismounted from Lysander, with some help from Benjamin. "Watch your step, little lass."
"...thanks." she pushed her slashed bangs out of her eyes and sheepishly looked up at him. She didn't need the help, but it still caught her off guard when he worried that much about her. She looked at the gnome again now, a little more level in size and just enough so. She listened intently, and her face blanched a little at the mention. "A hemp bag? Someone tried nabbing him in...a hemp bag?" she seemed shocked, "Elric wouldn't let himself be caught in one just like that. He...can wriggle out of most anything." she smiled a little, but the laughter didn't reach her eyes. "Did they put you to sleep, Elric? You...you happen to be more resourceful than that...with your tongue, and your trusty blade if anything."
"C'mon, get on Cherry." she nodded towards Ben, who lay down his stuff and went to help the injured man up onto Lysander, who nudged Corinne's shoulder a little. She stroked his muzzle to reassure him, and it almost seemed as if she told something like that because he held rather still for Elric to get on.
"What's even worse is that...him having a target pinned on him is nothing but bad news." she frowned down at the gnome now, "...do we know why, and by whom?"
She spun around to make sure things were going okay, before actually turning back to the gnome. For the last part of the conversation, she got down on a knee. The woman she had become so fond of dealing in potions and poisons with over the years possessed a tone that seemed the tiniest bit...worried? Warning? It was almost unlike her usual nature. Corinne wanted to make sure what exactly she had on her mind.
"...so we don't know who 'these people' are, I see." she gave the woman a smile at eye-level now, curious blue eyes more confident indeed now. The curiosity remained but the smile faded when she mentioned they might come after her. "...I...I don't know. I might be able to take down a guard or two with some well-aimed shots, but...if it's an entire group, I'll be in trouble. But...but I have Ben."
The youth responded with an affirmative tone.
"Of course." his hand crept to the hilt of the blade kept in his belt for reassurance. He wasn't completely defenceless, and being a blacksmith by trade, he'd forged a blade for himself a while ago that best suited his style. No intense hand to hand combat, but a more silent silencing method that was quick and effective and sat easy in his hands.
"Mmhm, and...and if it gets too intense, I know Shork would be only a shout away. Most people know where to find him...he's an interesting person like that." her voice drifted off, "Miss Tirarian, I know you might be busy this fine afternoon, and it's a fair deal to ask of you, but if you do not particularly have many plans...would you join us on the walk to Elric's manor? It would make me ever so happy." and it was genuine. As long as she had lived, as wise as she should have been, Corinne knew one thing for certain and that was that strength came in numbers. And she could trust Tirarian. Definitely, she was one of the oldest people Corinne remembered having known at the town. Besides, the gnome had some very interesting...tricks up her sleeves, so to speak.
"...of course, I understand if there is some other prior engagement you have to attend to..." she glanced up and at the sky. The sun position was only a little bit from right overhead. So it could have either been 11 AM or 1 PM, but Corinne couldn't tell for absolutely sure. She expected the latter, maybe even a little later. The days passed fast in their little town.
"...thanks." she pushed her slashed bangs out of her eyes and sheepishly looked up at him. She didn't need the help, but it still caught her off guard when he worried that much about her. She looked at the gnome again now, a little more level in size and just enough so. She listened intently, and her face blanched a little at the mention. "A hemp bag? Someone tried nabbing him in...a hemp bag?" she seemed shocked, "Elric wouldn't let himself be caught in one just like that. He...can wriggle out of most anything." she smiled a little, but the laughter didn't reach her eyes. "Did they put you to sleep, Elric? You...you happen to be more resourceful than that...with your tongue, and your trusty blade if anything."
"C'mon, get on Cherry." she nodded towards Ben, who lay down his stuff and went to help the injured man up onto Lysander, who nudged Corinne's shoulder a little. She stroked his muzzle to reassure him, and it almost seemed as if she told something like that because he held rather still for Elric to get on.
"What's even worse is that...him having a target pinned on him is nothing but bad news." she frowned down at the gnome now, "...do we know why, and by whom?"
She spun around to make sure things were going okay, before actually turning back to the gnome. For the last part of the conversation, she got down on a knee. The woman she had become so fond of dealing in potions and poisons with over the years possessed a tone that seemed the tiniest bit...worried? Warning? It was almost unlike her usual nature. Corinne wanted to make sure what exactly she had on her mind.
"...so we don't know who 'these people' are, I see." she gave the woman a smile at eye-level now, curious blue eyes more confident indeed now. The curiosity remained but the smile faded when she mentioned they might come after her. "...I...I don't know. I might be able to take down a guard or two with some well-aimed shots, but...if it's an entire group, I'll be in trouble. But...but I have Ben."
The youth responded with an affirmative tone.
"Of course." his hand crept to the hilt of the blade kept in his belt for reassurance. He wasn't completely defenceless, and being a blacksmith by trade, he'd forged a blade for himself a while ago that best suited his style. No intense hand to hand combat, but a more silent silencing method that was quick and effective and sat easy in his hands.
"Mmhm, and...and if it gets too intense, I know Shork would be only a shout away. Most people know where to find him...he's an interesting person like that." her voice drifted off, "Miss Tirarian, I know you might be busy this fine afternoon, and it's a fair deal to ask of you, but if you do not particularly have many plans...would you join us on the walk to Elric's manor? It would make me ever so happy." and it was genuine. As long as she had lived, as wise as she should have been, Corinne knew one thing for certain and that was that strength came in numbers. And she could trust Tirarian. Definitely, she was one of the oldest people Corinne remembered having known at the town. Besides, the gnome had some very interesting...tricks up her sleeves, so to speak.
"...of course, I understand if there is some other prior engagement you have to attend to..." she glanced up and at the sky. The sun position was only a little bit from right overhead. So it could have either been 11 AM or 1 PM, but Corinne couldn't tell for absolutely sure. She expected the latter, maybe even a little later. The days passed fast in their little town.
Ashera's an old elven woman if I'm not mistaken, actually...
Also, Fated, my character's interacted with yours IC! If you could get to that super quick, that'd be lovely, thanks!
Also, Fated, my character's interacted with yours IC! If you could get to that super quick, that'd be lovely, thanks!
I like the idea of either a black fox silhouette on red.
Or has anyone considered a black cobra on red, maybe? Nisceni rolls off the tongue in tasteful sibilance.
...or the blobfish. The blobfish is love. The blobfish is life.
EDIT: The Jackalope is simply adorable! <3 It's so...cuuuute!
Which reminds me, can Rostguard (or the Estermerean militia) have a stag for an icon? How noble!
Or has anyone considered a black cobra on red, maybe? Nisceni rolls off the tongue in tasteful sibilance.
...or the blobfish. The blobfish is love. The blobfish is life.
EDIT: The Jackalope is simply adorable! <3 It's so...cuuuute!
Which reminds me, can Rostguard (or the Estermerean militia) have a stag for an icon? How noble!
Ooh. Help with the middle east? I might be an asset there, being born there and spending life in the lap of luxury there, so to speak.
...which makes me curious, actually. I wonder how religion works in the area.
Plot twist: The ruling religion is a matriarch society praising the sole goddess Kali, who in this alternate universe, is the goddess of life and birth and everything else right with the world.
And sub-religions differ greatly but everyone has their own take on the matter.
...which makes me curious, actually. I wonder how religion works in the area.
Plot twist: The ruling religion is a matriarch society praising the sole goddess Kali, who in this alternate universe, is the goddess of life and birth and everything else right with the world.
And sub-religions differ greatly but everyone has their own take on the matter.
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