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Welcome to the world of Fortuna, a land of fantastic proportions. This is an original fantasy roleplay that takes place in a world developed over nearly a decade of work and collaboration. We aim to encourage all participants to have a hand in the stories of the characters here, and the world around them. Your choices are key - so make them with pride. You decide who wins the wars, you decide who becomes King, the world is ours, and together we will bring it to life!
Simon began gathering things he needed to brew the tea, like his teapot and some water and a couple of cups, while 'Mark' started by saying that his friend was surely the most beautiful woman Simon had ever met. Simon considered this for a moment, his mind bringing forth the images of more than a few incredibly stunning women he had met and helped in his time as potioneer. He narrowed down the women in his mind as the man described her hair, her eyes, her voice, her skin, and whoever it was sounded beautiful indeed. It sounded very much like he was in love with her, rather than simply her friend. A friend would have likely said something like 'her hair is brown and she has blue eyes', though it was possible this Mark was a poet or bard of some sort and this was simply how he would describe anyone.
He turned his attention away from the pot of slowly boiling water as the other man cleared his throat, and he wondered if he expected a response from Simon, so he nodded contemplatively and it seemed to work well enough. Tehodis Kitai, he continued, and Simon's blood turned to ice as the memory of the woman, the curse, the explosion and everything that had happened afterward came unbidden to the forefront of his mind. He turned back to the tea and scooped some of the leaves into the teapot, then poured some of the boiling water in as well while he tamped down the weird amount of panic the memory brought. He hadn't seen Tehodis since she left the next day, nor had he seen or heard from Charlotte or Endless.
"I remember Tehodis, yes," he spoke, pouring tea into each of the two cups and bringing them over to the chairs. He handed Mark his cup first, then sat on the opposite chair and crossed his legs. "She had a hell of a curse on her, and I certainly hope it never happens again. It nearly killed her, and then me, and destroying the bracelet nearly blew up my cottage. It took me a week to get it fixed up and organized again." He said the last part without irony, though to look around the place it would be hard to imagine this as 'organized'. "It's lucky she was brought here as quickly as she was, or it would have killed her."
Post by Markus Woodrow on Sept 22, 2017 8:52:04 GMT -7
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[attr="class","mwoody4"]CURING THIS OCEAN DISEASE
[attr="class","mwoody5"] As Simon explained the hardship of what had happened, Markus stiffened. The sadness in his eyes was purely real, and gave him a far more accessible look to him. No longer was he the put together noble with the honey sweet words and the practiced smile. He knew that it wasn't his fault - not entirely anyway, he had no way of knowing what the bracelet would do - but he still wished he could go back and reverse it, and regret was a rare flavour for him to taste. He covered the bitter flavours with the tea, sipping thoughtfully and enjoying the richness he had become so accustomed to. He briefly wondered if Simon had ever tasted anything like this before, and then his mind wandered back to what exactly the criminal had told Simon about himself.
"I have experienced many horrors, lived many atrocities. There has been nothing in my life as awful as that, however. I feel many of us involved would attest to that..." Markus set his tea down on the first surface he could find (which took far too long), and then moved himself forward in his chair. He joined his hands before himself and Simon, and bowed his head, and he seemed almost like a congregant to the Church of Simon. It was out of character for him. But he had a reputation to save. "And this is why I needed to give my thanks as personally as possible. This tea is nothing compared to what we all owe you."
"If there is anything further you need... Money, a personal favour even. I will stretch every connection possible to achieve something close to value you have provided to me, and Tehodis."
Wow this tea was actually unreal. Simon took another sip and was equally as impressed the second time. He kept his face neutral though because the topic at hand was a bit more serious and he should have the appropriate gravitas, but wow.
Meanwhile, the man in front of him had no trouble with gravitas. He looked very sad, as he should be given the situation that had occurred because of his actions - oh of course Simon knew who 'Mark' was short for, and what he had done. He wasn't an idiot, despite how he may act sometimes. But Mark didn't have to know that, and Simon wasn't above exploiting something for his own personal gain. The man said what had happened was the most awful thing that he'd experienced, and to be fair Simon could agree it had been one hell of a curse and the whole situation had been quite an ordeal for Tehodis, who had been on death's door when Endless had brought her to him.
After setting down his cup, during which time Simon had a few more sips of this incredible tea, Mark almost grovelled his deepest and most personal thanks. He offered money or a personal favour to name a few of what Simon was sure were many possibilities before him now. Simon relished in the feeling for a moment while also trying to think of what he wanted in return for his oh so gracious good deed. Should he ask for money? He did love money, but he also was never short on it as his business selling charms and potions was doing pretty well for itself. A favour sounded good, but what should he ask for from one of the most powerful men in the world? He knew, thanks to Charlotte, that he was involved somehow with one of the possible world apocalypses. Actually, shit, she had asked for him to contact her.
"That is a very generous offer, and I'm honoured," he began in reply to Mark's offer. "Charlotte, I have a visitor I think you'd be interested in." he spoke into nothingness, sending his magic out into the world searching for the Seer wherever she may be. Accompanying the thought was the memory of the man, Markus Woodrow, as he offered Simon the personal favour. "I have no need to riches, as I'm quite comfortable where I am, but perhaps a favour. I am not sure what I need quite yet though, can I think on it? This tea is amazing, by the way."
Post by Charlotte Firiana on Oct 21, 2017 23:01:58 GMT -7
Across the distant expanse of Aebrysian land between Simon's cottage and the spire-like tips of some Fianese mountains, Simon's thoughts traveled and searched. They might have searched forever to find their recipient if The Seeress had chosen not to trust Simon with her name. But as she often said, a name held power, and it was this very power that allowed Simon's divination to seek her out like a beacon. It was along a narrow trail of these mountain tips where Charlotte currently found herself, steadily treking upwards as she searched for something she did not know. And it was also where Simon's words found her.
Charlotte stopped when she felt the call enter her mind, an image appearing as though via an unbidden vision. It startled her; she had avoided handing her name to people for exactly reasons such as this, and she was not used to having someone who wasn't one of her sponsors intruding into her mind. But Simon was someone who could be trusted with this power. And so after getting over the initial shock, Charlotte analyzed what was said to her, and looked at the image he had sent along; the image of a man she knew well.
So the time had come.
'We can't go there, Darling,' Miss Diamond stated quickly, as though worried Charlotte would somehow try. 'We don't have Sojourn here with us.'
Charlotte nodded, well aware. Instead, she pulled her storage charm from her robe, quickly summoning a polished hand mirror from it and a small vial of water. She sat herself flat on the craggy ground and held the mirror horizontally in front of her, keeping it precisely steady. Then, she poured the water over the mirror's surface, creating a thin film to separate the glass from the surrounding air.
"Show me Markus Woodrow," she requested, using her free hand to tap the surface of the water, while her other continued to hold the mirror still. The water rippled at her touch, and after a moment of channeling her magic into it, an image formed in the liquid screen. She could see Woodrow sitting across from Simon at the alchemist's table, sipping tea and chatting.
She closed her eyes. I can see you. But I will need you to lend me an ear, if you do not mind. Try not to be alarmed should you feel an intrusive pull at your mind in a moment.
She sent her thoughts back along the path that Simon's message had traveled from. Confident it would reach him in just a moment, she set to work with her next task. She took in a slow breath, held it a moment, and then exhaled just as slowly. "Demitrios Malkhazo," she said, speaking Simon's true name aloud. "I have seen the sea's answer with mine eyes; let me hear the wind's answer on mine ears."
A small gust of wind picked up around her, fluttering her hood but leaving the water on the mirror's surface undisturbed. She felt a connection forge itself in her mind, and then she felt the wind cradle her ears, as though whispering to her. And within those whispers, she could hear Woodrow's voice, speaking to Simon.
She could also feel Diamond lending a bit of transmutative strength to the arm that was holding the mirror; she thanked Diamond silently for that. Her arm had started to get quite tired.
Post by Markus Woodrow on Oct 31, 2017 22:54:44 GMT -7
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[attr="class","mwoody5"] It was accepted. Good. Woodrow released a minute sigh as he leaned back in the seat once more, his hands sliding to it's arms as he did so. "Of course," He responded, reaching out for his own cup of tea, but not sipping at it yet, "Take whatever time you need, my friend. When you have determined your desires, you can send me a letter. I shall leave an address for you." It would not be a direct address, nor to his offices, but "Mark" had places where less business-oriented communications could go. This Simon fellow would suit that well enough.
"Now... Forgive me for my curiosity, for while I should not be surprised by your comfort in wealth, you did not ask for payment for your services to Tehodis - is that correct?. Is this generosity commonplace for you?"
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