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Æthercoil Introductions.

Posted by David FoxfireFor group 0
David Foxfire
GM, 280 posts
Tue 8 Nov 2016
at 10:17
  • msg #1

Æthercoil Introductions

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Saint Omer
It didn’t take the mugger long to realize his mistake. But by then, it was already too late.

At first, all he knew is that here is this hot-looking red-haired woman looking a bit too confident walking the streets at night for her own good, wearing a short-skirted purple dress with a pointed hat and thigh-length striped stockings ending in pointed boots. With a pretty face framed by the long locks and pointed ears to boot. Maybe some new prostitute or some wide-eyed novice adventurer just asking for someone to teach them the facts of life. The hard way.

When he grabbed her shoulder with a “Your Money or Your Life” line, however, she transformed as she slowly turned her head. Where there was once a clear-skinned woman was now an old hag-like creature with green glowing eyes. “Yeeeeeeessssss?” she half-said, half-crackled under the beak nose with the requisite wart, showing blackened teeth that clicked with malice.

That was when the bangle got on his wrist.

And as the would-be robber’s skin turned to alabaster white and all senses and life faded from the soon to be marble statue standing in an ally, the witch’s face returned to its true youthful form. Her mouth still showed spite for the fool, however, as she lifted her hand as if she’s holding a phone.

Something out of the ordinary to anyone in this world, but not to her.

“Now then,” Jamie said, “Where was I? Oh, no, just another idiot mugger thinking I’m an easy mark. Honestly! You can’t have a private conversation with your patrons anymore! Yes, yes, I know the spell will break once that bracelet is removed, but he’ll think twice before bothering me again.”

She stopped by one alleyway, held up a finger to someone asking about her, and continued speaking to what could be nobody at all. “I heard that Parnast is a decent place for me to set up shop, and it’s close enough to several locations where I can continue my study, I’m sure to be in the Calais Triangle for a while. Yes, yes, I know I’m going to be the representative of the Black Forest Coven while I’m there; I will be on my best behavior.” She rolled her eyes when she said that. “I love you too Mama, Blessed Be.”

She pretended to hang up the phone and looked around. Whoever wanted to talk to her has run off, while others wanted to catch a glance at the strange woman just turned their heads, as if not wanting to notice her.

Jamie chuckled. She knew she’d attract attention. She’s a Ginger Eladrin, pretty much filled out, and a Witch to boot. A practical attention magnet.

At least the combination ensures that people coming to her keep a cordial, if not guarded, reception. Like herself, she doesn’t want to cause any more trouble than necessary. All she wants is to get some supplies, have her horse, Nero, rested up, and find the directions of the last leg of her journey.

Parnast is just a dozen miles to the West. Nothing a well-rested draft horse can’t reach within the next day. She thought about sleeping in the wagon—she did it several times already—but the inn she found by the stable had a good enough rate and a bubble bath. Bonus! By tomorrow she’ll set up her sanctum in that sleepy little hamlet and go on to her Grand Quest.

The Grand Quest is twofold: One, get to the truth to what happened in the exact instance the fall began— “When the Cubs ascended in the World Series.” She knows what happened, but she doesn’t have proof—that caused the Dark Age—her home world—to fall so far so fast. The second is much more important: She remembers coming from that world to this one. Did she travel through dimensions…or travel through time?

Those are answers that she’ll find come hell or high water!
This message was last edited by the GM at 13:03, Tue 08 Nov 2016.
meiou
player, 65 posts
Tue 8 Nov 2016
at 23:26
  • msg #2

Æthercoil Introductions

Sometime in the after noon at steel anvil tavern


Lilian the the female rabbitfolk tavern maid with her golden hair and white fur and simple revealing dress served some patrons their meals and drinks. Somehow able to just glide through the crowd with ease.
However what noone ever seemed to notice was her free hand after setting things down.
She would flirt with them to draw their attention as that hand slipped down to their
belt and carefully yet silently remove their money pouch.She would giggle and blush hiding the pouch under the tray as she returned to bar itself hiding the bag of stolen gold coins amongst her belongings.
 Everyone knew Lily and loved her though for now it was the end of her shift as she took up her things and called to the bar keep that she would see him in the morning. She headed up the stairs to her room and locked the door behind her as she entered. "Another day another few coin purses. Better put this away but first I think I should change. " She tossed her bags onto the bed before walking over to the mirror that lay against the wall next to the floor.

She casually reached up removing her simple silver necklace and set it down on a small table nearby. In her reflection one could now see a seam around her neck to which she reached up and picked at it till her face started pull out and up finally giving way with a snap to reveal the sweaty face of a red and purple male rabbit folks face. He chuckled and kissed 'Lily' on the lips before going about removing the matching suit and then tucked them away into the bag of Lily's things while digging out from under the mattress some dark clothing and leathers followed by his tattered black cloak and dressing in them. Tucking Lily's things into a hiding spot in the floor boards under the bed and covering it up he took out a large pouch and put the last money pouch he had stolen into it and then attached it to his belt before opening the window and jumping onto the ledge. "Time to go make another payment. Wouldn't want to end up missing." the rabbit folk said as he leaped up grabbing the hanging out roof and pulled himself up and ran off into the setting sun towards the market place.

Meiou's quest:  To travel the world and find the hidden treasures in each corner. To find his mentor as well as find that next great clue as to who he is. As he remembers nothing before his mentor brought him into the thieves life.

(sorry if its too big XD was having fun with this )
Tark
player, 61 posts
Wed 9 Nov 2016
at 02:11
  • msg #3

Æthercoil Introductions

  A common enough sight, and a common enough circumstances.  A down on their luck half-orc considering taking up a more violence filled lifestyle, after so called honest work didn't turn out.

  Mining wasn't so much the problem, and neither was getting paid probably less than he deserved.  No, in the end the problem was the owners of nonspecific backstory mine being cheapskates on equipment and workplace safety concerns.

  Like not enough helmets to go around.  Half the lanterns going unlit.  Pickaxe handles too worn out to handle being used... and a sneaking suspicion that 'Potion of healing' was just juice left out too long, rather than actual medical aid.

  So there Tark sat, packing away the last of his camp gear.  Considering his options along with the pittance in coin he was handed along with the news he was fired for breaking the tip off of someone else's already broken pickaxe with his thick skull.

  Become and adventurer.  You are allowed to spend your money that way, unlike a bandit.  He's got a head injury, not brain damage.  It would be much safer than becoming a lumberjack like his father had been.  Because then there would be several armed people with him in the event of a bear attack.

  And so, onwards.  Into scene transitions and undetermined spans of time.
This message was last edited by the player at 02:12, Wed 09 Nov 2016.
Pyrus
player, 0 posts
Sat 12 Nov 2016
at 01:36
  • msg #4

Æthercoil Introductions

Pyrus

A travel worn adventurer rides towards the Inn, a captured tiefling tied to the back of his soot black horse. The human adventurer's blonde hair frames his deeply tanned face that betrays his youth. Probably no older than 17. He dismounts, ties the reigns to the post next to the watering trough, and carries his prisoner inside like a sack of potatoes. "A pitcher of water please," the young man asks politely, "And I'll be needing a sponge for the half devil too. My name is Pyrus. This fiend is wanted for murder. He will be turned over to the authorities soon as our thirst is slated."

(Don't yet have Pyrus on my cast) GM Edit: Fixed. :)
This message was last edited by the GM at 01:36, Sat 12 Nov 2016.
Zerry
player, 1 post
Energetic centaur
Loves to climb
Sat 12 Nov 2016
at 04:15
  • msg #5

Æthercoil Introductions

Indeed the group as mentioned is a sight to see, one way or another. Magic-users, pretty bunny maidens, Half-Orcs, and people who bring devils bound up into town tend to get side-glances or averted eyes. But there is one more oddball to add to the motley crew...

Earlier, the girl had dazzled the Librarian in town by climbing the ladder with surprising skill... why is this a big deal? Because Zerry is a centaur!

The blond centaur had been here since yesterday and has already made a sensation of herself. That said, loud galloping can be heard upstairs at the Inn, only for it to descend the stairs into the eating area. The centaur made her way swiftly to a table, grabs a fork and knife, and with a wide-open mouth says, "I'm hungry! Food please!"

The galloping was easily heard by Pyrus outside, and Meiou when Zerry passes his room. The centaur arriving in the eatery can easily be seen by Jamie and Tark, who are in the same room by now.

The centaur notices the half-orc and the witch, and gives them a curious expression, then gallops over towards the nearest one! "Hi! I'm Zerry! What's your name?!"

(Up to Jamie and Tark to figure out who was closer and/or if they decide to just head over to the other in order to begin meeting each other)
Tark
player, 62 posts
Sat 12 Nov 2016
at 04:34
  • msg #6

Æthercoil Introductions

  Oh good, a herd of homicidal Elk hadn't made it's way indoors as Tark had first suspected.  So everything will be fine-oh no! Social interaction!

  The half-orc with the sensible haircut looks up from his meal, having chosen an out in the open table rather than mysteriously secluded corner.

  "Hello Zerry, I'm Tark.  It's nice to meet you."  Oh Gods, he probably botched that first impression horribly.  What kind of adventurer will you come across as if you're polite, Tark?
This message was last edited by the player at 04:37, Sat 12 Nov 2016.
David Foxfire
GM, 281 posts
Sat 12 Nov 2016
at 04:54
  • msg #7

Æthercoil Introductions

In reply to Zerry (msg # 5):

Jamie blinked a bit as she heard the gallop on wood coming up at her, just as she was about to dig into that strawberry shortcake.

She looked up at the youthful centaur and her eyes lit up by the cuteness and agility of the girl.  "Oh, you're so cuuuute.  Merry Meet, Zerry, I'm Jamie Wintertouch.  What brings you over to this humble village."  Zerry could see a warm smile in the elvish red-head's freckled face.

Note:  I doubt Zerry, or anyone else in this room, would've ever heard of a Ginger Elf, let along see one.
This message was last edited by the GM at 12:08, Sat 12 Nov 2016.
meiou
player, 69 posts
Sat 12 Nov 2016
at 05:30
  • msg #8

Æthercoil Introductions

He had no idea what creature ran by outside the door below as he crept
across the roof towards the next building. He would casually jump across to the lower building making no sound as he did. He would continue the process till he made his way to ground level sticking to the shadows as much as possible till then.
Pyrus
player, 2 posts
Sat 12 Nov 2016
at 07:35
  • msg #9

Æthercoil Introductions

Pyrus is happy that he's not the most attention-getting person here.  He smiles at the outgoing centaur, but assumes he wasn't the one being asked, so he does not give an answer.

When water is served, he takes a drink.  Then he wets the sponge and stuffs it in the gagged mouth of his prisoner so the tiefling can take a drink while still unable to utter any spells.
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