Cjmate 1270 Share Posted September 4, 2015 (edited) (!) This is a spontaneous thread designed for more in depth, interpersonal roleplay. Basically, feel free to post what you like if your character would be doing anything in Vanaheim as if it would be in game. This is casual roleplay. In Vanaheim, a small boy of about three years old toddles alongside an elderly woman, Lorina Carrion; beside himself, he trips awkwardly as he passes over cobblestone which paves the road. He clutches her right hand tightly with both of his, tiny chubby fingers securing around her wrist for support. He eventually lets go of his right hand, depositing his fingers into his mouth to chew on them, still clutching at the woman for support with his opposite hand. He looks around at the buildings, saliva dripping down his hand. Edited September 7, 2015 by Cjmate8 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Urahra 5777 Share Posted September 4, 2015 (edited) ((Elderly? She's middle aged at best, yo. Ain't got that white hair yet.))Sister Lorina, looking pristine as always in her pure white habit, looks down at the tiny toddler beside her. She pauses, kneeling down. "Don't suck on your hands, lambkin," she says tenderly, drawing Roy's hands away from his mouth. She withdraws an embroidered handkerchief from her pocket and gently wipes the saliva from his hands. "Are you hungry?" she asks. Edited September 4, 2015 by Urara Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cjmate 1270 Author Share Posted September 4, 2015 (edited) ((Elderly? She's middle aged at best, yo. Ain't got that white hair yet.))Sister Lorina, looking pristine as always in her pure white habit, looks down at the tiny toddler beside her. She pauses, kneeling down. "Don't suck on your hands, lambkin," she says tenderly, drawing Roy's hands away from his mouth. She withdraws an embroidered handkerchief from her pocket and gently wipes the saliva from his hands. "Are you hungry?" she asks. Roy looks up at her, nodding dumbly with his lips pressed staunchly together, "Mmm." He says, making a grumpy face as his cheek bones are high and lips slighter arced. He doddles along, looking forward so as not to trip. He makes awkward steps, a bit heavy-footed. He wears a large, white tunic tied at the waist. Edited September 7, 2015 by Cjmate8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Himfea 22 Share Posted September 7, 2015 (edited) A group of Cherkassian refugees enters Vanaheim slowly, with some cattles and pack horses alongside them. An elderly man leads the group, young men, young women and children after him. Edited September 7, 2015 by Himfea Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cjmate 1270 Author Share Posted September 7, 2015 (edited) Roy looks at the pack of refugees as they enter the city. He points toward them with a chubby finger, then tugs at Lorina's robe. "Who are they?" Edited September 7, 2015 by Cjmate8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snake Plissken 637 Share Posted September 7, 2015 "Didn't that woman get burned to death?", Roke asks himself. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pureimp10 5691 Share Posted September 7, 2015 "Didn't that woman get burned to death?", Roke asks himself.Harold merely grunts, "I guess you haven't heard of the monks before, eh?" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Swgrclan 2682 Share Posted September 7, 2015 Harold merely grunts, "I guess you haven't heard of the monks before, eh?""The monks practice psuedo-divine witchery and deceit," Garl of Xion claims. "No one knows of their deeds, and 'tis best not to talk of them." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
grnappa 1230 Share Posted September 7, 2015 Erik talks to George Staunton about the new ship designs, saying simply, "Faster and more powerful..." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Urahra 5777 Share Posted September 8, 2015 Roy looks at the pack of refugees as they enter the city. He points toward them with a chubby finger, then tugs at Lorina's robe. "Who are they?"Lorina glances up at the men. "I am not sure, lambkin," she replies. "Travelers from far off, I am sure. Now, let's get you some food, da?" She leans down to scoop Roy up in her arms. "What are you in the mood to eat? Fruit? Chicken?" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Himfea 22 Share Posted September 9, 2015 (edited) The group of Cherkassian refugees sets up a camp, making tents and lighting a fire for cooking food. It is possible to hear them speak an entirely different language. Edited September 9, 2015 by Himfea Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cjmate 1270 Author Share Posted September 9, 2015 Lorina glances up at the men. "I am not sure, lambkin," she replies. "Travelers from far off, I am sure. Now, let's get you some food, da?" She leans down to scoop Roy up in her arms. "What are you in the mood to eat? Fruit? Chicken?"Roy touches his lip with his index finger, tapping it and looking forward as they continue to walk, "I'm not a lamb! They have all that soft stuff." He pauses, a bit hungry, "I w-...waaaa....I want fruit. Fruit." He says adamantly, then kicks a rock in the road. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Urahra 5777 Share Posted September 10, 2015 Roy touches his lip with his index finger, tapping it and looking forward as they continue to walk, "I'm not a lamb! They have all that soft stuff." He pauses, a bit hungry, "I w-...waaaa....I want fruit. Fruit." He says adamantly, then kicks a rock in the road.Lorina laughs softly. "I call you lambkin because I wrapped you up in a wool blanket when you were a baby," she explains, leading him toward a fruit stall. "You look fluffy and puffy like a baby lamb. Do you want me to call you something else instead?" She peers over the selection of fruits at the stand and picks up a scarlet apple. Wiping it on her sleeve, she presents it to Roy. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
James 425 Share Posted December 2, 2015 Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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