ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ᴏᴜʀ sᴏᴜʟs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀ (ᴊᴜᴍᴘ-ɪɴ)(ᴀᴅᴠ.)

resaren · Jun 25th 2016

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[font=times new roman]The label on the bottle had lied.

Malvrick Abherty came to this crushing realization the slow, painful way. As the remaining drops of the priceless rum fell to his swampy tongue, the young man peered up the throat of the empty bottle in awe. He gave the thing a good shake. Nothing. Maybe the rest was stuck inside somewhere. He shook it again and again. Swept his finger around the inside. Rapped on the bottom. Nothing. A pitiful, heartbreaking nothing.

“Golden Rhapsody- Sun-kissed Rum of Kings” The words wavered and spun, twisted and flipped mere inches from his face. The blonde-haired sot glowered long and hard at those little words before impatience finally won. “D*mn the king! …” he slurred in a flurry of excitement, sending the bottle clattering to the ground. By some miracle, the bottle didn’t shatter, and instead rolled partway out into the street. Away from the shallow alley, and the lonely man who resided there. “…king… d*mn the king…” he slurred, letting his heavy body sink back into the splintery heap of wooden crates, a bed only as comfortable as it’s user was drunk. “…th’king can kiss my little gold’n-“

A force grappled hold of Malvrick just then. A peculiar force. Not the violent sort, but more of the ticklish, twitchy kind. All of a sudden the blonde lunged forward across the pile of crates, sending bits and pieces of broken ones scattering about. His powerful hands clasped around something. An equally peculiar something that let out the faintest of blue glows through his clenched fingers. “I’ve had about enough of yer little pixie tricks” he growled in a moment of lucidity. The little glow kicked and flickered in his grasp, but Mal only clenched it harder. “I’ve half the mind to cook you up y’know. Somethin’ nice ‘n savory… like stew... I have stew cooks…” he warned, but the threat fell empty. His cooks…That only brought to mind the magnificence of castle they worked in this very moment. Then the king. And the Legion… Mal released his grasp on the small being, and in the same motion, let his poor broken body flop back onto the poor broken crates. “Oh, Milthor, d*mn the king…”

Tiny hands- tinier than even the Emistaren cent coin- forced their way through of the drunkard’s chunky fingers. The small sprite, beyond irked, began furiously straightening out its crumpled wings. “Oi! Watch who yer squashing!” he piped. Small glints of magic energy sprinkled from the fairy’s being as he shook himself from human contact. For any ordinary creature, this would have been the opportune time to make an escape from the massive pair of hands that threatened to broil you up and stick you in a stew. But fairies were no ordinary creature. Stubborn little rascals, fairies were among the most defiant of the magic folk. Also, they were notorious instigators.

“So why ya so worked up about the king, eh?” the small fay pried. A boozy grumble of a response was all he got. The young fairy padded up the man's back, caution, as always, the least of his worries. Spying the amber-colored coat of arms on the man's jacket, Mink began to piece the pitiful puzzle together. "Ohhh, yer one of the King's dogs! Bet you were one of-" the pixie pushed on, only to be swatted away by a monstrous palm. “Yikes! Alright, alright! Suit yourself.” Mink knew when he was beat. And with a quick flutter, the little sprite was soaring high above East Market, as the people of Emistador bustled the streets below.
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[font=trebuchet ms]hello there!
this is a jump in midieval-fantasy roleplay. i don't really have a very strict plot in mind, though that very well may change in the future. all i ask of you is to be advanced, be considerate of each other, be creative, and have fun!

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some basic info: the immediate story takes place in the kingdom of emistador. the realm is divided up into multiple other kingdoms which have for the most part kept to themselves. however, this will soon be discovered to be untrue entirely. tensions between emistador and a neighboring kingdom (Tiranlik) have risen, and a war very well may be on the horizon. the people of emistador have been shielded from this truth for the sake of "keeping the peace". though rumors might spread, very few know the true scope of the matter. mostly those working close to the king or frequent travelers between kingdoms might have the slightest idea of such a storm brewing.

magic is very abundant in this particular realm, though it is difficult to progress much without a master. there are, of course, magical creatures throughout the world. some good, some evil, and some you can never quite tell. there exists a multitude of religions in the realm as well, and while religion hasn't caused any severe conflict, it is still an area of dispute. however most anyone you meet at least believes in the supreme god of the land, known commonly a milthor.

embla · Jun 26th 2016

[justify]ohmygod i've been looking for a roleplay just like this
how would you like me to jump in?[/justify]

resaren · Jun 26th 2016

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any way you'd like! you can interact with one of my characters in the market, or set up your own scene entirely. we'll all run into each other eventually :)

silver · Jun 26th 2016

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"'scuse me, how much for that piece?"
"Eight."
"Eight...copper?"
"No, eight gold. O'course eight coppa! Whaddya think I'm sellin' here boy, solid silvuh?"
"I'm not a boy!" Kalis protested, grabbing her braided hair previously hidden in the folds of her cloak and thrusting it in the merchant's face. "See? Long hair. Imma girl!"
The man swatted her hair away in disgust. "Whateva kid. Lotta people have long hair. Now you want the bread or not?"
Kalis frowned but tossed her hair back over her shoulder. "Eight copper? Ridiculous..." She mumbled under breath as she meticulously counted out the eight coins. "Yeah I'll take it." The baker handed her the nearest loaf and Kalis in turn dropped eight copper in his meaty hand, watching sadly as the coins disappeared into the merchant's pocket with a soft clink. She scanned the stand momentarily, as she raised the bread to her mouth. "No wait, that one's bigger." Kalis shoved the bread back in the merchant's arms and reached for a neighboring chunk of bread.
"No way kid, you bought this bread." The baker's hand darted out with shocking speed and grabbed Kalis, easily wrapping his entire hand around her wrist before thrusting the bread back into her hand. "Shoo." He shoved her arm away and Kalis stumbled back, clutching her precious meal to her chest and giving the man an accusing glare.
Kalis pondered her next move, staring at the neat rows of bread. For eight copper she would have gotten at least two loaves back home. Curse these city markets. The man was much too fat to pursue her through city streets...
The baker narrowed his eyes at her as she sidled closer to the table. "Whaddya thinkin' of tryin' kid? All I gotta do is holluh and those street guards will throw yer sorry little ass behind bars." He jabbed a thumb to the right, and Kalis automatically followed his gesture- right to where several guards were milling around the spice shop, slowly meandering their way closer.
Kalis looked back at the baker's smug face. She took a bite of the bread and slowly chewed, keenly aware of the baker's eyes pinpointed on her. Kalis swallowed and feigned a grimace as she walked away. "Tastes like sh*t anyway."[/fancypost][align=center]

MsNakura · Jun 26th 2016

I would love to join! Just a quick question(or two). Is it possible to make a runaway-princess who is also a magical being?

FadedFury · Jun 26th 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 10px; width: 150px; margin-left: -15px; color: #2B434A; font-family: arial; font-size: 6px; text-align: center;][c]satan - #satantemplates - beware hidden scrolly[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 5px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; min-height: 270px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: arial]The sound of an inhuman scream was what awoke Ezra Palin that morning. With a heavy sigh she stayed in bed, awaiting an echo. When it never came she turned over on her side, the morning light filtering in through the window and onto the floor. She stared at the door as if expecting another distressed yell to leave the nearby room. The house was quiet. She believed her boy had settled down, it must've been a night terror that startled him awake. She didn't move from the warmth of the covers, her index finger fiddling the the end of her feather pillow as her gaze remained on the knob of the bedroom door.

An hour of silence passed before she finally sat up. The moment she removed the covers, chilly air hit her and goosebumps appeared on her bare skin. She stood and stretched, changing her clothes and taking her merry time before she finally left the room. She silently crossed the hallway to the other bedroom, almost tip toeing. She slowly turned the knob and opened the door, the boy was still in bed with his back facing her. She stepped into the room and picked up the chair in the corner and sat it near the side of the bed.

She sat down upon it and watched his side rise and fall. The light from the window revealed the pallor of his skin. His messy black hair fell over his face as he remained ever still and peaceful. His arms were bent towards his face, one fist on his cheek and the other under his chin. It wasn't long before her breathing was in rhythm with his. "Cronus." She whispered softly, she wanted to wake him slowly; he failed to respond. She whispered his name again before she reached forward and touched his shoulder. She knew she had made a mistake.

The boy gave a shout, whirling around and waving his fists. Bone smacked bone against her cheek and she suddenly drew back, away from the bed. The boy continued to throw punches at the air, as if unaware who his victim was, before he settled down. They stared at each other. Her brows furrowed, "Cronus, you must never hit." She snapped, the boy's head fell. "Sorry." He apologized, and she gave a sigh. She approached him again and laid a hand on his shoulder. The boy moved away from her when she touched him. He finally turned to look at her, the pupils in his dark brown eyes became slits in the bright light. "You must never hit, Cronus. Do you understand me?"

The boy nodded, "Sorry." He said again. Ezra stood up, "I'm going to make breakfast, and you better be dressed when it's done." She told him before she left the room. The floor was cold beneath her feet as she headed down the stairs. She arrived at the bottom and turned left into the kitchen. There was a plethora of cabinets and kitchen counters in the room, there was an area where a fire could be made for cooking on the right hand side of the room. The center of the kitchen was where the dining table rested, as small as it was. The room was clean for the most part, but the cabinets were cluttered with vials, ingredients, and dishes.

She prepared herself something to eat, and once it began to cook she opened a cabinet and shuffled through some vials filled with red liquid. She pulled out several larger ones and poured out the strong smelling substance into a pot. She then proceeded to boil it until it was a suitable warmth and transferred it into a cup and sat it on the table. "It's done." She called as she put her food on a plate. Her boy, fully dressed, came running down the stairs and sat down at the table. She sat down as well, leaving the fire to burn to warm up the house.

She glanced up at Cronus as she ate, he drank the liquid eagerly before he scrunched up his nose. "Why dog?" He asked, his eyes reflecting disgust. "Because plenty of savage dogs come around here, and I'm trying to keep our sheep alive until winter." She replied simply. The boy went back for more blood despite its bad taste until he had finished it all off. "Wipe your face." She told him as she cleaned the dishes. The boy grew more hungry by the day now, she worried that she eventually wouldn't be able to feed him. He was fifteen, but still acted childish. She hoped he would stay a child for as long as possible. God knows what would happen to him after puberty.

"I'm going out, Cronus. I'll be back-"

"Can I come! I'll wear my cloak so-"

"No, you're not allowed outside."

"But I'll wear my cloak."

"Period."

"Please!" Her boy begged her. He had never been allowed outside before in his life, and for good reason. She glanced at the door and back at Cronus, "As long as you stay by my side, and get your gloves." She told him firmly, and with that he bounded upstairs to grab his cloak. He followed her at her heels, the navy blue cloak wrapped around him appearing a bit too large. The gloves he wore went up to his elbows. Every time he ran ahead of her she snapped at him and demanded that he come back to her side. "Remember, closed mouth smiles."

"Yeah, I know." He replied, though he appeared not to really knowledge her as he glanced about excitedly. "Eyes lowered." Ezra continued. She lived out in the woods, where the trees were close enough together to prevent much light from coming through. Deeper in this forest other terrors lied, which was one of the many reasons she had never let him out. Without warning, Cronus darted ahead of her. She shouted at him, but he didn't stop and disappeared into the trees. She ran after him, calling his name repeatedly. She tripped and fell down a small slope and into some bushes. She laid there for a moment before she stood, weakly calling his name as she did so.

She turned, eyes widening at the sight before her. Her little boy was on his knees, draining the blood from a doe lying helpless in the dirt. At first she couldn't find the words, and her boy appeared so entranced that he didn't notice her presence. Finally, he glanced up at her, "Look what I caught mom!" His voice as sweet and innocent as ever. She wasn't afraid of him when he struck her for startling him, of his habits, or as he was now. "Cronus... Cronus, don't ever run off like that again." She snapped, she glanced away from him and then back at his sorrowful eyes. "It's good that you caught the deer, honey. Good job. Just, please don't run off again."

That incident had been three years ago, and since then he had disappeared from the house during the night a number of times. She would stay up late worrying herself to death, and each time he returned she would give him a speech. Eventually, she grew used to him disappearing, and he began bringing back what he slaughtered so Ezra would have something to eat. She wondered if he did anything else while he was out, if he killed people as well. She had grown so tired and worn out from staying up late that she would often sleep into the day. Today would have been one of those days. Her eyes opened slowly when she felt herself being shook, she sat up groggily. "I'm up honey, I'm up. What do you need?" She inquired as she rubbed her eyes. Her vision cleared to find Cronus bloodied up, but not wounded - a common sight. Though, she saw in his eyes that he was troubled. "What happen-"

"I killed someone." She was fully awake in that instant. She knew from the start this would happen, but she some how believed she would be able to prevent it. "Jesus, Cronus. I told you... If you keep on you'll get noticed." She breathed, Cronus swallowed. "She was beautiful ma'." He told her, she shook her head. "Tell me that she at least wasn't a whore."

"She wasn't."

"Alright, at least I know your not hanging around trash." She replied, there wasn't much she could do now - he had gained a taste for human blood. It was only a matter of time. "Go get yourself cleaned up. I'm going to stroll into town to see the damage."

"Damage?"

"If there's word going around about vampires. I'll also buy the cheapest goat I can get my hands on, get that human taste out of your mouth." She continued, she might even gather some herbs on her way back. Perhaps she should sell some things as well, run some errands to distract herself. Dutifully, Cronus left the room without a word to wash up. She got ready to head out, grabbing some potions and extra herbs. The black market was always open for potions, filled with people who have high hopes of curing some 'incurable' illnesses.

She put on her cloak; however, she didn't pull the hood over her head, there wasn't any sense in appearing suspicious. She strode through the woods and entered town, popping in and out of the black market as quick as she could. She sold some herbs and wondered about in the market district to search for a cheaply priced goat.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

adamance · Jun 26th 2016

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resaren · Jun 27th 2016

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@Nakura-Chan- of course! i just edited the first post. you can make your character a runaway from Tiranlik if you'd like (that could get very interesting...), or some other neighboring kingdom.

silver and FadedFury- wonderful posts!

resaren · Jun 27th 2016

[align=center][font=times new roman]Once again, Mink was back on his never-ending search for adventure. He let the gentle breeze carry him down the busy streets. Flooded with vendors, market stalls and busy shoppers, he was bound to find something of interest. Scouring the streets for vulnerable people, shiny things, or vulnerable people to trick out of their shiny things were among his most favorite pastimes.

A small crowd in a more open area of the market caught his eye, and so he flew down to have a better look. “Ooh! A storyteller!” the small sprite cried gleefully, though being his size, not a soul could hear him over the market bustle.

The storyteller stood atop a small stool, with a semi-circle crowd growing around him. Children sat closest to the man, boggling both over the tales he told and his strange attire alike. He was a foreigner. Dressed in billowing robes of green and yellow, decorated with bright tassels and wooden beads- it was a style completely alien to the commoners of Emistador. Some folks were more hesitant, and ushered their children away before their minds could be filled with such silly nonsense. But Mink listened as eagerly as the children below. Finding a fairy-sized perch on a nearby post, Mink settled in, toothy-smiled, clapping giddily. He was a sucker for stories.

“…this land, oh this land is very different than the one you know now. Where you see small huts and homes, plastered with mud and brick, I see towers of marble. Brilliant white spires, taller than even the tallest of trees. And oh! The trees! From these marvelous trees I may pull the sweetest fruits come fall. Golden-red and coiled in vines, their seeds spiral in when cut. With sephalli trees around, never will you go hungry again. Oh, and in the distance I see rows upon rows of fields. Fields that grow naught food, but silk. Sold for a gold here, it costs mere cents where I hail from. And- What’s that? You want to see such a place? Oh, my dear friends, the place from which I hail is a great distance. To get to Tiranlik, one must venture thtough the most dangerous of lands. The southern forests have no shortage of magical beasts lurking its grounds. Goblins, chimeras, giant spiders that come up to here, and creatures spawning from the depths of Neth itself. Why, I’ve even seen a vampire in my time crossing. Terryfing creatures. They’ll hunt you down for sport even after their stomachs are quenched with human blood...”

The man in robes went on and on, telling of both the magnificent, and spine-chilling creatures to be found in the land. All the while, Mink hanging on his every word. But once again, another spectacle caught his eye. A black-haired woman in a cloak strode the market streets (Ezra). She was searching the stalls for something, and wasn’t paying much attention to her surroundings. A mischievous grin crossed the fairy’s face, and he sprung into action. Flitting down behind her, Mink grappled hold of the woman’s shoe in an effort to trip her. “Watch your step!” he squealed. Being a collector of shiny things, Mink loved coins the most. And where there was a shopper, there was coin.

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@Naruka-Chan- definitely, feel free to make up your own history for the royal family of tiranlik. i'll go into a little more detail about the conflict between the two kingdoms later

sorry if i'm a bit vague on what can/can't be done. i don't make threads very often. i appreciate everyone asking questions

MsNakura · Jun 28th 2016

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Knowing about a kingdom was always a neccesarry requirment when you wished to reside there. Or, in some cases, to hide there. Golden eyes scanned the many books piled up in the small building, all containing bits and pieces of information about the kingdom of Emistador. Having not been from the kingdom, the young girl had a need to learn more about it and its people. But there were way to many books for the girl to examine in one sitting. So, small, fragile hands picked three books, each seeming quite interesting, and walking to the one who was running the small shop.
"3 copper each, " the tall man plainly stated, not really bothering to look at the young girl or even the books she was getting. The cloaked girl sifted through her small bag, looking for the 9 copper pieces that were needed to get them. Is 9 copper considered expensive for books? the young girl thought as she pulled out the coins, setting them in front of the man. He merely grabbed the coins and shooed her away with his hand, paying more attention to...whatever it was he was staring at. The girl just backed away from him, unsure of what to say. She exited the little shop and came back out into the market where she first started in.
The girl, real name unknown, had only recently showed up at this Kingdom. From where, no one knew, but it wasn't from there, that was for sure. Around other people she seemed very awkward and shy, always unsure of what to say or how to react to anything anyone said. She didn't have much experience with regular people, or people in general. Having come from a place where she was purposely kept away from people and unknown to the people of the Kingdom, all of this was new to her. What was too expensive or cheap? What is considered an insult or a compliment? What do normal people who work in lower-class areas do in their spare time? None of these answers she knew, but she needed to learn quick if she was going to hide out here.
Tiranlik was her real home. If anyone knew that she had came from their rival kingdom, who knew what would happen. It would be even worse if anyone knew that she was the daughter of Tiranlik's King. The people of Tiranlik would probably honored to meet one of the Princesses of the Kingdom, if they knew about her, that is. Her mother, unknown to the Kingdom, had magical blood in her. She always had a relation to dragons in some way, but when she got with the King, she pushed her powers away, almost to nothing so that she was identical to a normal human. In total there were three Princesses. The oldest, Princess Elizabeth, was considered the most royal of the three, for she knew that some day she would replace her mother as the Queen. Like their mother, Elizabeth had a small amount of powers, but she pushed them back so that she was like a human. Second oldest, Princess Isabelle, was somewhat like her sister, but not fully the same. She was still seen as pretty and royal, but she was more of the jealous type, since her sister would someday get the throne and not her. Then there was the youngest, the unknown Princess who was kept hidden. Princess Alice. She was unlike any of her family. She had gotten more of the dragon blood than her mother or any of her sisters. With a tail, little wings and a few patches of scales, who would want one of the Princesses of the Kingdom to look like that? So, she was hidden from everyone. Anytime she would try to interact with her father, he would push her away, call her a monster, wouldn't let her go anywhere near him. When this rivalry between the Kingdoms began, it just got worse. He would smack at her, ignore her, insult her. She got tired of it. During the night, she left the Kingdom a certain way that even her mother and siblings didn't know about. It was always fun turning into a dragon.
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imbroglio. · Jun 28th 2016

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A chesty chuckle erupted from the man's lips. A hint of devious tugged at the corner of a seemingly innocent smile. "Ok, dear, but, I'm sad to say, it'll cost ya'."
The unsuspecting village girl's eyes widened, and dirty fingernails darted in and out of dress pockets, each with the speed of a pickpocket's. She probably was one. A bit too gullible to be any good though, Mideur added to himself. Life wasn't the easiest as an apprentice, especially that of a struggling magic-user, so he had to do what he had to do, right? Not like the old hag would complain about an extra slice of bread on her plate anyway. 'Selling' a few magic tricks did no harm to anyone.

Ah, the naive little girl had finally found a few copper pieces! Mid's right hand groped greedily for the dull coins, while a pale blue light started growing in the palm of his right. The girl's smile was bright, her hand reached forward, fingers uncurled, ready to drop the money into his hand... Until a large raven landed on a nearby perch. The girl withdrew her hand and begun to back off - a common effect the bird had on people. That extra slice of bread for tonight was a dream that would no longer come true.

"Stupid, stupid bird!" Tanned fists clenched and dark eyes glowed the same eerie blue as before as the apprentice stormed toward the raven. With one last "Stupid!", Mideur lunged at it - obviously, to no prevail. The only reminder of the bird's being there was a black feather, tinted green in the sun.

It was getting late. He'd have to quit his street-performing soon and get back to caring for his master. Fingers combed through tangled dark hair at the thought of his chores, and a sigh slipped between his teeth. For a moment, he let himself be carried away by the sounds of the market.

FadedFury · Jun 28th 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 10px; width: 150px; margin-left: -15px; color: #2B434A; font-family: arial; font-size: 6px; text-align: center;][c]satan - #satantemplates - beware hidden scrolly[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 5px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; min-height: 270px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: arial]Ezra appeared to wonder aimlessly, eyes scanning through and beyond the vendors for any and all people selling animals. She came across a man with a camel, How queer. She thought to herself. Her eyes snapped to the left upon sighting a flash of green and yellow, a peculiar man with a broad smile and glimmering eyes. Children crowded him with eager ears as he spoke of tall tales of things unseen by most townsfolk.

She caught the end of his story, "...Goblins, chimeras, giant spiders that come up to here, and creatures spawning from the depths of Neth itself. Why, I’ve even seen a vampire in my time crossing. Terrifying creatures. They’ll hunt you down for sport even after their stomachs are quenched with human blood..." The children cast excited and fearful glances at the way the man described vampires. Her brows furrowed and her nose scrunched up for only a moment as she turned away, Ignorant fool. She thought to herself.

With his cheerful face and way with words, she couldn't blame those who were captivated by him and every word that slipped his tongue. She understood his means of describing such creatures, and many vampires lived up to the stories told of them. "My son is not one such beast." She muttered in an almost inaudible voice, her right hand involuntarily reaching up to grasp her ribs as her stomach turned. Her thoughts were brought to a sudden halt as she felt her self falling forward almost as if she were tripping over the air.

She heard a squeaky voice directed towards her with a smart aleck tang. She barely caught herself, and once she was through stumbling she turned to find its source - a blue fairy flitting about her feet. "Fiendish little devil." She hissed. In the past, Ezra had plenty of run-in's with fairy's, of which were comprised of nothing but sly tricksters. They've stolen plenty of priceless objects off her porch. "Why don't you run back to your mother." She remarked.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

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Cronus splashed water on his face and rubbed his arms as he sat knee deep in a creek. He preferred it to the old tub in his mother's house. With her off to the market he had the option of where to bathe, though he probably looked like a peasant. His mother had been working on a potion to help him go out by day, thus far her only success was one that lasted for five hours - long enough to run a few errands and return home. The surface of his skin was freezing from the creek water, but it didn't bother him. After all, he was a member of the undead. He cupped water in his hands and drunk it, he held the cold liquid in his mouth for a moment before he allowed it to slip down his throat. Red flecks appeared among dark brown irises, blending well.

He was stooped over the woman again, some of her blood had evaded him and spilled out onto the cobble that made up the ground. It trickled through the cracks before spilling over like a river that had broken its banks. He found himself scooping the water up in his hands, throwing his head back as he let it drain into his throat. He blinked the image out of his eyes, it was warm and obtained the same color as the blood from the animals he had drained. However, animal blood always tasted terrible. His kind had a natural craving for human blood, only it tasted good. He shook his head, scooping up more water into his hands and drinking it like a man who had gone thirsty. He returned home to dry off and get dressed, he grabbed his gloves, cloak and a few of the potions his mother had made. With that, he was out the door and waltzing down the path to town.

The sun blared above him as he took a sip of the potion and shoved the cork back into its top. It disappeared into his robes as he tugged the hood of the navy cloth over his head yet again. He huffed, the sun was too bright. He had to dip his head and squint to the point of his eyes nearly being fully shut. "Remember, closed mouth smiles." He whispered, "Yeah, I know." He paused again, "Eyes lowered..." His voice seemed to drift off as his eyes became unfocused. Internally, he fled to the far off reaches of his mind, closed off to everyone else except himself. When he heard the distant chatter of people he seemed to awake from a dream. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair as he strolled through the gates. He paused at the side of a fountain and sat down, leaning forward and glancing about at the passing people who didn't pay him any mind.

Some guards stood about nearby, occasionally casting him serious glances as if they expected him to be a pickpocket. He smiled softly, the thought humored him, Cronus the pickpocket. It definitely didn't sound right, nor did the title suit him. If he were to be a criminal, he wouldn't want to be one so lowly as to have to steal for money. He turned his head away from the guards and stared down the path that led to the East Market. He began to ponder whether or not to go to an inn. He didn't drink, and he wouldn't drain the blood from drunken men - their blood would likely make him drunk as well. However, he liked to watch them, their actions were often humorous. With that he stood and made his way down the street, his mother would probably not be too bothered at the sight of him wondering around the streets by day.

He wondered into the market, denizens of street performers tired themselves for the attention and men at vendors shouted for people to buy their goods. He paid them no mind as he strode through the crowded roads, peeking down alleys to see if he could catch something far more interesting. He bumped shoulders with plenty, and some shoved back with a ferocity that surprised him. He usually avoided crowds. Cronus finally pushed through the more crowded section of the East Market and into the more expensive area with its grounded stores and windows that advertised the goods that lay within. He watched as a girl in a brown cloak [tiranlik] emerged from a bookstore. He hadn't read a book in sometime. He could read well, his mother taught him, but he preferred to experience life rather than read about it. He cast her a glance, nodding in her direction as a means of greeting, "Good day." He stated. The pupils of his eyes dared to turn into slits, daytime was too bright for him, and he strained to prevent them from doing so. He looked away from the girl, his head bowed as he continued to walk down the street.

OOC | @AJ Thank you.
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silver · Jun 28th 2016

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As Kalis retreated into a nearby ally way to munch on her bread, she began to watch those continuing to walk. In the market at that time, the streets were still bustling with merchants hawking their wares and naive ladies and lords, unfamiliar with the market, getting cheated out of their coin. Kalis smiled as she watched a young boy 'accidentally' bumping into a lady with brightly colored skirts. While the woman excused herself and continued walking, the boy gave her a cheeky grin and a wave as he stashed a plump coin pouch in his breeches.
Kalis shook her head slowly as the boy scurried off, soon the woman would running back in distress. She continued to quickly eat the bread with both hands. Contrary to her earlier comment, it was actually quite good. Though still not worth eight copper.
Motivated by the young pick pocketer, Kalis began to scan the crowds for anyone that would make a nice target. The rich, though not too rich to make a big enough fuss, or someone small or particularly weak, they were terrible if they decided to pursue her. Kalis ran her tongue over her lips to get the last of the crumbs and pushed herself away from the wall, tucking her hair into her cloak and pulling the hood halfway up her head. Very few people fit her criteria, the others had probably picked most of the rich already. So much for a head start that day.
Finally Kalis decided that she might as well chose someone. Scanning the crowd she caught sight of a dark-haired figure (Mideur) that appeared to be lost in thought, just getting carried along with the crowd. Kalis shrugged."Eh, wortha shot." He didn't seem to be upperclass as he was swept along with the masses of shoppers, but you never knew these days. Kalis watched the man for a few seconds before merging with the crowd. She slowly edged her way closer, slipping between market-goers and following the messy head of dark hair. The young thief approached from the opposite direction of him, to meet him head on. It would be easier to run into him and continue walking without being noticed.
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hey y'all. i got a treat for you spectacular peoples

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MsNakura · Jun 29th 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: 237px; width: 290px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: -265px; padding: 9px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: inherit; width: inherit; padding: 0px; padding-right: 40px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: inherit; width: inherit; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #000; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; line-height: 10.5px;]The thought of leaving the market never crossed the young girl's mind. When the subject of normal =, everyday citizens popped into her head, she thought of open, cheerful people, only because of the fake pictures that had been locked into her head by the people she once surrounded herself with. To her family, regular citizens were like useless, annoying fleas that were only there to complain and whine all their concerns to anyone and everyone. But she always thought that they were joyous individuals. What she saw here in this market was the opposite. She had spotted a few innocent people get things such as money or possibly valuables taken from their pockets without any knowledge of it.
For a moment the secret royal merely stood where she was, in front of the small store containing books. Having never been to an actual market, what products and items that were sold were unknown to her, as well as what was considered expensive to these kinds of people. Under her long, brown cloak she clutched onto the small coin bag that she connected to her dress with a small chain. Bright golden eyes scanned the area around her, spotting another person not far from her who was also wearing a cloak. She had seen a few of those around the market, was that normal? Was she blending in? Octavia's first thought was to shrug off the cloaked figure, but when the voice of a boy filled her ears, coming from the cloaked one, she turned her head in that direction, a few strands of her snow white hair sliding out from under the hood of her cover. "Good day to you as we-.....as well, " she stated, her voice slightly stuttering when she saw a flash of his eyes. Her eye sight wasn't as keen as she sometimes wished, but the slight shrink of his pupils and the block of eye contact caught her attention. Her first thought, is he hiding something, like me? Hiding multiple things, like me?
She went to move the thought of the boy to the back of her mind as he began to walk away, but she couldn't. This was her first opportunity to speak to someone "normal" that wasn't telling her a number of coins and to bug off. "Um..excuse me, sir. If I may ask, is it common for people to wear cloaks like you are? I...am new to this area, " she asked, keeping her calm but having difficulties holding it back. Thinking of an excuse of why she didn't know the answer to her question had taken a moment, for she had to come up with something on the spot that hopefully wouldn't sound odd.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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imbroglio. · Jun 29th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;font-size:7.5pt;line-height:10px;width:400px;]"Oh uh what?" A manlier, more graceful reply would have been ideal, but being thrown out of such a calming daydream was inevitably clumsy.
"Oh, yeah, excuse you." Mideur mumbled into his cloak with a shake of his head. People were getting ruder each day. He started digging around in the folds of his cloak, relishing the last few moments of his little escape - not having to be nagged the whole time, having that stupid raven dead, the little pickpocket's coins... Pickpocket's. Pickpocket. Coins.

Mid's hands became frantic, his movements sudden and clumsy. He spun around in circles like a dog chasing it's tail, except his eyes were flicking through the faces of the crowd searching for the little... boy? He started preparing a freezing spell in his left hand, muttering countless curses under his breath. If his master found out he'd lost the grocery pouch again...

There! Mid hadn't exactly gotten the best look at the thief, but the bobbing braid seemed as good a guess as any. One of the spells went whizzing towards an unsuspecting sheep, catching it mid-step. "Come on, come on..." He needed those few coins. Otherwise, no supper. No pay. More chores. The next translucent orb went spiraling towards the thief - a slow and unstable shot, but at least in the boy's (Kalis') general direction.

silver · Jun 29th 2016

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Kalis ducked her head with a grin as she pocketed the money pouch after testing its weight in her palm. Good haul from an ignorant man. Well, she couldn't blame him for not noticing. She was pretty good. Kalis pulled her hood down as she continued along with the slow-moving current of the crowd. No need to look suspicious. She shook her messy hair free and threw her braid over her shoulder, keeping her hands firmly stuck in her pockets to protect her prize.
The girl followed along with the current of the crowds, attempting to blend in with all the others. She skirted her way towards the edge of the street, stopping to examine some intricately carved wooden figures splashed with colorful paint that she had no interest or money for. Kalis tested the weight of the pouch in her left pocket. It seemed pretty decent, she hoped it was more than just measly coppers for once, but now was not the time nor place to check on that. She knew she shouldn't, and she rarely did, but his time Kalis turned slightly to risk a glance back at the man. He was turning around. Well sh*t.
How the hell had he noticed so quickly? Kalis swore under her breath as she re-entered the crowd. Maybe she could lose him... Kalis ducked behind a woman on horseback for a moment, then continued on, trying not to let her panic show in her movements. There! An alley. Hopefully the man would expect her to continue along with the crowd to be rather than hiding in an abrupt turn off the main street. Kalis slowly made her way to the alley, not daring to risk a look back this time.
When Kalis entered the alleyway she immediately pulled up short. There was a man (Mal) slumped against the wall of one of the shops, surrounded by wooden crates. A beggar? No. Judging by the bottle that was at Kalis' feet he wasn't even close to that. Probably a noble judging by the fancy lettering on the rum bottle itself. A very drunken noble at that. Kalis looks at him critically. Maybe there was something worthwhile on him she could find. She took her hands out of her pockets and wiped them on her rumpled shirt. Before approaching him Kalis turned, glancing back into the street to see if the other man had passed yet.
Immediately she saw some, thing hurtling towards her face, obscuring her entire view. She stumbled back, tripping over the abandoned bottle as it grew closer. "What the h-" At once the orb hit her leg as she fell back with one arm reaching out to protect her face, and the other instinctively curled around her recently stolen money in her pocket. Kalis felt a strange and cold sensation run through her body and she shivered as her right side smashed into the cobblestone ground. Then she couldn't move. Kalis felt panic overrun her mind as she struggled to fight the invisible bonds that held her body hostage. Her eyes darted around wildly, the only thing she found she had control over as she lay frozen on the ground. She glanced at the drunken man, then back to the street, where the man was in plain view. Well f*ck. He knew magic.
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resaren · Jun 29th 2016

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Gidwen cursed under his breath for what was probably the hundredth time that morning. The jumble of armor pieces shifted and slipped in his arms with every step he took, making the 90 pounds of it that much more unwieldy. It was one thing to wait on a snobbish bastard of a knight hand-and-foot without so much as a “thank you”. It was another to have to search for the d*mn oaf in crowds of people, sweltering in the heat, and lugging half his weight in scalding metal. What’s more, Gidwen couldn’t see a thing past the armor.
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Maybe he could become an innkeeper, Malvrick decided in his moments of drunkenness. An innkeeper’s duties weren’t too bad. Or maybe a barber. Mal pulled a lock of golden hair down as far in front of his face as he could. How hard could it be? It was just hair. He could make a living doing any of these peasant jobs, easy.

Just then, a humanoid figure darted into Malvrick’s alley. He felt a sudden sense of defensiveness for his little hideaway. This was his alley, and he’d grown a bit of an attachment to it. Something was very peculiar about the newcomer, Mal determined through drunken eyes. And as they fell to the floor, he knew exactly what it was. “Gid, you really need a haircut, y’know that?” the blonde garbled, noting the boy’s long, braided hair. “But I’ll tell you what, Giddy. I know how we’re gonna fix all this. Did I ever tell you about that time I was a barber?”
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[font=times new roman]The little fairy merely laughed at the woman’s remark. Fiendish devil? Meh. He’d been called worse by better. Mink commenced zipping spirals around the woman’s head, not dizzying himself the slightest.

“Why don’t you run back to your mother?”
Mink stopped just then. His flurry of spirals grinding to a halt. The fairy’s vibrant blue color seemed to grow dimmer as his lip started to tremble. Tiny tears the size of dewdrops began to well up in the small sprite’s eyes. All of a sudden, a fit of wailing cries erupted from the small pixie. Tears gushed to the ground leaving a considerably large puddle underfoot compared to its creator- a feat only possible through magic.

The fairy and woman alike got a couple glances from passersby, but nothing more. In the midst of his fit however, a shiny curio caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. As suddenly as his tantrum began, Mink’s cries stopped on a dime. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he spun and zipped up to the human lugging armloads of brilliant shiny armor.

The pixie dove into the heap of steel, completely unnoticed by the man carrying it. There! The perfect little opening! Mink grinned in anticipation, barely containing his glee as he slowly crept forward. Almost there…ready…and… ”Peekaboo!”

“Gaaahhh!” the dusty-haired squire screamed out, jumping as the armload of armor clattered to the ground. He swatted furiously at the little pixie, who simply fell into another fit of laughs as he dodged every attack. “D*mn little imp! I just shined those!” Gidwen muttered another long string of curses as he bent to pick up the scattered armor pieces. Things just weren’t going his way today.

FadedFury · Jun 29th 2016

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EDIT | @AJ I apologize for not seeing your post, I'll get to it as soon as I can.

Cronus didn't pay much mind to the woman's stuttering reply as he went on his merry way. There was a chance that she had seen his pupils behave strangely, But she will likely take it as a trick of the eye. He assured himself. "Um..excuse me, sir. If I may ask, is it common for people to wear cloaks like you are?" He paused mid-stride at the arrival of the girl's question. He reached up and tugged at his hood so that it hung lower, before allowing his arm to fall at his side. "I...am new to this area." A soft smile appeared on his lips as his tension lowered.

He turned on his heels to face the girl, "A peculiar question coming from someone who is also wearing a cloak, is that not true?" He inquired as he sauntered over to her. He held himself in a manner as if he were about something drastic. "I take it that you come from some heated land, perhaps a desert? Or is it your religion that forces you to wear the cloak?" He paused only for a second to cock his head to the side. "If you're looking for assurance, I'm sure no one would care seeing another waltzing around in one." He stated with apparent cheerfulness, the closed mouth smile still present on his face.
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MsNakura · Jun 29th 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: 237px; width: 290px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: -265px; padding: 9px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: inherit; width: inherit; padding: 0px; padding-right: 40px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: inherit; width: inherit; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #000; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 10.5px;]The boy seemed kind, or at least that was what the way he talked and acted suggested. Surely he wasn't a pickpocket like she had seen on the streets. His first words did slightly stump her, making her wonder why a question such as that had been the first she thought of. She knew she had more questions than just something simple like that, but she couldn't think of them. As he spoke, it took her a moment to understand what he was asking, only because of the way it was worded. "I take it you come from some heated land, perhaps a desert? Or is it your religion that forces you to wear the cloak?" The second question asked was easy to answer, but it was the first that the girl questioned. Her home did occasionally get hot on certain days, but whether it was a desert or not was unknown to her. She hadn't taken the main land to leave, so she only knew what the Kingdom hardly considered theirs. "No, I don't believe I came from a desert. Or at least I don't think that is what others ever called it. And no, I merely wear this cloak to.....to..., " she paused. She wanted to say why she wore the cloak, but how odd would it be to just state that she was hiding her fancy, "royal" clothing from the lower-class citizens of this Kingdom. She didn't know what kind of clothing was called normal around these parts, but she was sure that seeing a young girl with a white dress, golden markings and works on different parts of her, and a bunch of money would stand out. Plus, if she were too take her cloak off, her pointed ears, tail and little wings would be uncovered, revealing that she was not only rich, but a magic being as well. Those were things that she did not wish to be found out of her. "I just...really like this cloak, It keeps me warm, " she finally finished, coming up with most likely the worst excuse for wearing a cloak. She just had to hope that the boy didn't mind or notice.
"If you're looking for assurance, I'm sure no one would care seeing another waltzing around in one." The way he said it and that closed smile actually did reassure the girl that she didn't stand out even with the cloak on. Plus, she knew that there were such things as kind people in places that were suppose to be her enemy. "Thank you. If I may, could I ask what your name is? I don't really know anyone here and don't know anyone else I could ask for help, so it would be nice to know who did help me, " she asked, saying it with a smile. Wait, is asking someone you just met not something you do? Will he think that I'm odd for asking him after we just met? She tried to hide her thoughts, but she did suddenly feel nervous, hoping that she hadn't made a mistake.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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