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Thread: Witchfinder's Tale (BG & RM)

She sat in the back corner booth of the tavern, her long blonde curls covered by her long red velvet cloak. She watched as the stranger hobbled slowly into the bar and sat down at a table a few yards away from her. She remained silent as he spoke to the locals. She was is if a ghost there, seated in the dark. She sat there for 3 long hours, watching the people in the tavern converse and drink. Her eyes followed the new stranger as he stood, paid for a room, and left the bar area. As she stood from her table and made her way to the door, one of the local drunkards approached her, slurring and stumbling. Hey baby... you gonna let me see what you're hiding under that cloak? With a quick look into his eyes, she locked onto him before leaning in and whispering into his ear. She watched with a grin as the hand that held his full tankard of mead lifted and poured the libation all over his head. She could hear the rest of the people in the bar laugh at him as she quickly exited the building and headed to her home. She had heard the new stranger say that he was an herbalist and was setting up at the market in the morning. She was glad to hear this, as she had been out of Wolfsbane for a while and needed it desperately. But she was a bit suspicious of this man. Something about him didn't sit right with her. She would tread with caution.
Thread: Witchfinder's Tale (BG & RM)

Well, his presence had certainly attracted plenty of attention as he'd intended. There would be plenty people talking about him and most likely too him, once he'd set up his stall in the morning. He'd travelled the area over the last few weeks, staying in towns and villages whenever he'd heard any rumours of witchcraft, the last few villages all suggested he head here, that there was some sign of witchery at work, though none could give him any firm information, just heresay and rumour. There was only one way to find out of course and that's why he'd come this far south. He'd have to tread carefully though, take his time and not ask and direct questions as he didn't want to expose himself to any undue danger. Some places, especially backwater towns such as this, actually were quite protective of magic users if they provided useful services such as healing and potion making He didn't want to have to involve anyone else, though if they were blatant in their support for any unregistered wizard or witch then he'd have no choice. But for now he'd just wait and see what happened tomorrow, see who showed their face. He took his bottle and went up to his room, checking the place out thoroughly before he went down to the stables and had the stable boy help him up the stairs with his chests - he was a poor, crippled traveller after all. He paid the boy a few coins for his trouble and asked that his bath be drawn so he could have an early night. After a short while there was a knock at his door and a serving maid came in with the first of several buckets of hot water. He waited until the steaming water filled the tub and thanked the young girl, detecting a hint of disappointment in her voice as she bid him goodnight - Was she expecting the stranger to ask for other services? How common, filthy little slut. - and he locked the door behind her before disrobing and taking a long, relaxing soak in the surprisingly deep and comfortable tub. After his bath he laid out his clothing for the morning, careful to keep his disguise dry and by his bedside should anyone feel the need to call upon him during the night. Fortunately he was able to enjoy a comfortable and uninterrupted sleep, waking shortly before sunrise. He lit the lamps in his room and took his time donning his disquise and the clothing of Jean-Alexandre Dumont before he hobbled out of his room and slowly made his way down to the taproom to request breakfast. He ate quickly, swallowing down the thin gruel and chewy bread that passed for morning repast and returned to his room, carefully concealing a few items inside his long overcoat before he hauled his wares down the stairs and ventured out into the chill morning air, looking for a place to set up by the market square.
Thread: Witchfinder's Tale (BG & RM)

The sun broke the sky slowly as she rose from her bed. Stretching her short, curvy body she walked over to the tall mirror that rested against the opposite wall of her bed. She ran her fingers through her long curly hair and then pulled it up into a large, messy bun on the top of her head. Taking her night gown off, she reached into the tall wooden closet to the right of the mirror and drew out a beautiful red corseted dress . Dressing quickly she grabbed her woven basket and her gold and left her home. The walk to the market was about 2 miles from her home. She had built her house far out in the woods so that she could live in peace and work with her herbs and spells without nosy villagers poking their heads in every 5 minutes. The last village she'd lived in drove her out because they feared she'd use her magic for evil. Some even went so far as to say she worshiped the Devil. Although she had used her powers for good, she decided to leave before she was burned at the stake. She had hoped this village would be better than the last. And so far it was. So long as she only practiced her magic when no one was around. She'd had a few customers come to ask for certain spells and potions. And because of this, she needed a few more herbs. Some of which she couldn't find in the fields and forest that surrounded her. She had heard the new stranger say that he had herbs and the like to sell. She could tell there was something about him that didn't ring true. But she desperately needed these things. So, she shoved those feelings into the back of her mind and pressed on. Soon, she had reached the market. A long main lane that sat in the middle of the village. Each side was lined with wooden booths where the village merchants sold their wares. There were fruits and vegetables. Textiles and beads. Wood for burning and tapestries. Everything the people could ever want. She wandered along the lane, picking up some apples and beans along the way. When she finally made her way to the man, she smiled up at him. Excuse me sir, but... she stopped and leaned in a bit, whispering low. Do you happen to have any Wolfsbane or Jasmine? She looked around her to make sure no one had heard her request. She awaited patiently the mans response.
Thread: Witchfinder's Tale (BG & RM)

When he leaned in and whispered, she couldn't tell if it was a trap. There was still something about him that she didn't quite trust. She nodded in agreement. Making a mental note to take one of her flour eggs with her, in case she needed to make a clean get-away. She curtsied to him as she picked her basket back up and headed back down the lane towards her home in the woods. As she entered, she took to preparing her bath. Taking some lavender sprigs from her basket, that she had picked in the fields on her way home, she took the fragrant flowers off the stems and rolled them in her hands, placing them into the copper tub that sat behind a sheer curtain at the back of her small hut. Not everyone had the luxury of having a bath in house. Her spells and potions that she'd sold to the many different villagers along the way had afforded it. She filled the bath with two buckets of water, and lit the small fire underneath. As she waited the water to warm, she went to her small cupboard next to her bed and brought out her flour egg. Were he to try anything nefarious, she could throw the egg on the ground in front of him, sending the flour billowing into the air, creating a smoke screen in order for her to quickly escape. She wrapped it up in a small square of fabric and placed it into her bag. When the water had started to steam a bit, she smothered the fire, and waited for the water to cool off just a bit. While she waited, she stood in the mirror and undressed, revealing pale skin that looked almost like porcelain. Until she turned to her back, and rubbed her hand up her side. There, along her left side, was a long nasty looking scar. She frowned at it, and shook her head. Although that past was long gone, she couldn't help but think about it every time she had to bathe or dress. Turning to the tub, she pulled the long wooden sticks out of her hair that was holding it atop her head, allowing the long curls to flow down her back, and almost touching the cheeks of her ass. Sliding slowly into the hot, fragrant water, she sighed and ran a wet rag over her body. Closing her eyes tight, she dipped her head under the water, allowing her hair to get nice and saturated. She could feel it flowing around her body as she ran her fingers through it to allow the water and lavender to clean and fragrance her hair. After she soaked and used her lye bar to clean her body, she got out of the tub and dried off. By now, the sun had set almost fully. She dried her hair as much as she could with her fabric towel, and then brushed it. It would be dry by the time she met with Jean-Alexandre. She grabbed a quick dinner of bread and butter, and water. Grabbing her cloak, she put it on over her simple blue dress she'd put on after her bath. She then put her bag on her wrist, and exited her home again. It was now night, but the moon was full and shone brightly, lighting the way through the forest to the village. Her long blonde curls flowed freely down her back, and were nearly dry. As she entered the Inn, she saw Jean-Alexandre seated at a table. Hello again, Sir, she said, curtsying again.
Thread: Witchfinder's Tale (BG & RM)

Oh, I do apologize sir. I hadn't realized that I'd forgotten to mention it. She said, as she sat down across the table from him. My name is Amelia VanderVeer. I was the newest in town before you, being here just 6 months now. She said with a smile. A barmaid stopped by their table and asked the young woman what she wanted to drink. I'd like just a simple water, please she asked polite as ever. No no, Jean-Alexandre interrupted her. She'll have a glass of wine, on me. He said to the Barmaid, who curtsied, turned, and left. Amelia blushed brightly. She wasn't used to being treated so nicely by people. Particularly strangers, such as the man before her. Thank you, Sir. Amelia truly was grateful. She hadn't had wine in months. She didn't normally drink. She tended to let too much of herself go when she had too many. She smiled again at the Barmaid when she brought the glass of wine. Which was more like a tankard. Oh my! That is much too much! Amelia said as she looked at the glass. Lifting it to her lips, she took a sip of the alcoholic beverage before leaning in a bit closer to her new found friend. So, my Dear Sir, I have a list of Herbs that I am in desperate need of. Would you be able to accommodate me? She asked, reaching into her bag next to her, and pulling a small piece of parchment. She handed the list over to the man, and watched as he looked it over. I do realize a lot of these items may not be in season. And some you may not even sell. Such as the frogs legs. But I had hoped you'd know someone who does? She whispered to him, taking another large gulp of the drink. The list consisted of Wolfsbane Wormwood Frogs Legs Larkspur Boehmeria nivea Tumeric enny Wort Cloves Bats Blood When he asked her to accompany him to his room so they could discuss things further, she nodded quickly. The effects of the wine already working on her.
Thread: Witchfinder's Tale (BG & RM)

When she gave her name he smiled warmly, but shook his head as she requested only water. No no, Jean-Alexandre interrupted her. She'll have a glass of wine, on me. He said to the Barmaid, who curtsied, turned, and left. He was happy that she didn't refuse, knowing that alcohol often loosened tongues and inhibitions. Something that often helped when dealing with people who were used to keeping secrets. He was loathe to admit, this young woman was rather attractive. He usually refrained from such base desires as sexual attraction, but there was something about this girl, Amelia that almost stirred long denied emotions in his cold heart. She was pretty and when she leaned forward conspirationally he caught a hint of lavender in the air. He was quite surprised that she was literate, as she produced a small handwritten list of herbs she wanted. He smiled as he took the list from her and read through the contents. He looked at her over the top of the parchment as he appeared to mentally tick off the items. You do realise we could both get into serious trouble if we are caught even discussing this by the wrong person. He whispered, his tone that of a parent telling off their wayward child. I think it would be best if we took this somewhere private, away from curious eyes and ears.. He suggested, rolling up the parchment and putting it in one of his many pockets, smiling at her as if they'd just decided to get a room for another reason entirely. He offered his hand, helping her to her feet while he picked up their wine with the other and directed her to the back stairs up to the private bedrooms. He limped to the door to his room, holding it open for her as she entered. Make yourself at home Amelia He said, pouring more wine into a tankard by the bed and handing it to her. There are some exotic items on your list my dear, some are rather expensive he cocked his head, appraising her. How do you propose to pay for them?
Thread: Witchfinder's Tale (BG & RM)

As he held the door open for her she thanked him and entered. There wasn't much in the room but a bed and a small table. She took the tankard from him and started to sip at the wine. She tasted the hint of something, but thought that it could have been just the vessel she was drinking from. As he spoke to her, she nodded. Amelia took a nice gulp of the Wine. She was starting to feel warm and fuzzy. I've got some gold. She answered as she put a hand to her head. She was starting to get dizzy now. She tried to shake it off but couldn't. Could it be the wine? Or something else... she thought to herself as she looked around for a seat. The only thing she saw was the bed. Before she could gracefully sit, she fell to the floor, her eyes blurring, and she passed out.
Thread: Witchfinder's Tale (BG & RM)

Amelia tried to open her eyes, but found that she was blinded by some sort of cloth. Moving her hands, she could feel they were bound at the bed posts, and her ankles were bound together as well. A panic set in as she realized that he'd gotten the better of her. Well, well, well... it would appear the rumours were true, there is a witch in this backwater after all. Who else would be trying to buy such herbs? She could hear the man say as he stood next to the bed. But... I.... Please! You don't understand! I'm not that kind of witch... she stopped quickly at the end of her pleading, realizing she'd just confessed to the man. Please! Please let me go and you can have all of my gold and I won't ever bother you again! Please Sir! She struggled against the leather straps some more, as she begged. Tears started to soak the cloth that had blinded her. All she ever wanted to do was help people. And now it was her who felt helpless. When she didn't get a response, she cried out softly, Hello? Please. Please don't do this to me Sir.
Thread: Witchfinder's Tale (BG & RM)

For some reason he took pleasure in her panic, seeing the expression on her face as she woke to find herself bound and helpless brought a smile to his face, though it didn't extend to his cold eyes. No matter, she could not see him yet and he intended it to stay that way, disguised or not. In her panic, the young witch immediately incriminated herself, causing him to laugh Ha.. how nave of you I was hoping to have to work for a confession, I am almost disappointed little girl. He said, a subtle hint of his intent in his voice. Gold? He snorted. I do not want your gold little Amelia. I am not some thief, some lowly cut-purse. He replied, his pride insulted by such an implication. By your own tongue, you are a witch and you shall burn as a witch but not before you confess all your sins and name all in your coven so as I can find them and purge the land of their taint also. His voice rose as he spoke, his distain for her kind obvious in the way he virtually spat out the word witch. Pray tell, why I should spare you from the flame of justice? He asked, bending down so his face was close to hers as she lay sobbing on the bed. He turned his head and found he could see her chest rise and fall with each intake of breath, each sob that wracked her body as she struggled agains ther bonds. He noted again the swell of her full boosom and how it was barely kept in check by the white boned corset she wore it was unusually distracting, something he would usually take no notice of, but this girl, this young slip of a woman
Thread: Witchfinder's Tale (BG & RM)

Please Sir, I beg of you. I am not a witch as you have so quickly named me. I am more of a healer. I help those that need help. I do not prey on innocent people, and I certainly do not do harm. Please, give me the chance to prove that to you. The cloth that covered her eyes was soaked with her tears. She struggled against the bonds as she spoke, realizing that one of the ropes around her hands was loose. Please, look in my bag Sir. You will not find wicked potions or hex books of any kind. Simple herbs is all I seek. PLEASE! She shouted loudly, hoping that someone would hear her shouts and come to investigate. And she was lucky enough to find that it worked. Shortly after a loud banging came to the door. She continued to struggle against the bonds, as she heard the man walk to the door and open it. Managing to wiggle her hands free as the man spoke to whomever had come to see, she lifted the fabric from her eyes, and quickly untied herself. Leaving her bag behind, she lept from the room window to a stack of hay that lay beneath it. She heard the man shouting out of the window behind her as she struggled to gain her footing. Somehow, she'd managed to twist her ankle, and she tried to run.
Thread: Academy School

Is there any inkling of an interest in my idea?
Thread: Academy School

I actually have a profile for a teacher made, but I am gun-shy about posting it. Every single group rp that I have been interested in has like, died the day that I emerge from the shadows to post. But yes, I am interested as playing as a drunk, fabulous, bitchy teacher...
Thread: Academy School

Lady Violetta will allow adults to drink alcohol but not when students are not around. There is a teacher's lounge that you can drink in. Can you do a draconic teacher?
Thread: Academy School

Also remember that I want long term players! These students are going to be the ones who will find new lands, begin kingdoms and even new schools. I have lands that are already plotted out and the we have a different version of latitude and longitude lines. We will be building a new world for everyone to enjoy. I am sure that one day there will be wars and various disagreements but I have plans for the world we are building.. Any questions?
Thread: Academy School

Anyone else have any interest at all?
Thread: Academy School

Sorry, I was busy and having password issues, but yes I understand about being long-term and where one can drink and such. I will play, if it is able to take off. What subjects do Draconian teachers teach? I have been skimming through the wiki, and I want to give it a good read later on today.
Thread: Academy School

Great Admiral! I have the the character sheets ready and the Interest Coordination started. I will PM you with more information ASAP.
Thread: Academy School

I am interested to join. Really loved your idea.
Thread: Academy School

Wonderful! Now that Thanksgiving is over, I am ready to get the Academy started.
Thread: Academy School

Here are the threads for this RP Character Profiles Group RolePlay
Thread: Academy School

I will begin to place various information here about the RP. To enter Caldwell's, you must touch a certain picture. Picture MAP!!
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Wonder what kind of problems Lady Violetta will face today...... Will she survive with her dignity intact? Or will she start pulling out her hair in frustration? I only hope that someone will come and play soon!
Thread: Academy School

THIS SEMESTER IS NOW CLOSED TO ALL NEW PEOPLE. PLEASE COME BACK FOR THE NEXT SEMESTER FOR MORE OPENINGS! THANK YOU!
Thread: Tracking PMs

I've clicked on the Tracking link in my PM page, and it takes so long for the page to come up. I don't have this problem with any other links in my PM page. I have under 500 PMs, so having too many of them isn't the problem. Anybody else having this issue? And yes, I've tried this on different computers. Same problem. Yes, I've tried virus scanning the computer. Same problem. Yes, I've tried clearing out the web browser. Same problem.
Thread: Tracking PMs

I will say that I've noticed that, for me, tracking seems to take longer to load as the number of PMs in your inbox increases. I've noticed once you reach around 200 the lag begins--again, this is for me. Also, I use Firefox for my browser. So, not sure if it's a result of that either. As for everything else? I do know it's not a result of viruses, historycache being full, etc etc. So, I think it's related to the browser andor number of PMs.
Thread: Tracking PMs

I remember when I first started having lags months ago, I had over 1000 PMs. I deleted a few hundred. Lag went away. Now theres the lag again. I try deleting 200 more, hopefully the lag goes away... EDIT And now I have 100 PMs, and the lag is still there. Lovely.
Thread: Tracking PMs

I've never had an issue with lag and I have never deleted any of my tracked PM's.... I use google chrome as my browser. Not sure if that is even helpful.
Thread: Tracking PMs

I'm not sure if its a browser issue, I only have 50 PMs in my inbox, and 50 PMs in my sent box, hence, 100 PMs. I only have 1 page in my tracking PMs thing, only one, so I shouldn't have a lag. It's very frustrating.
Thread: Tracking PMs

I use Chrome and have a habit of clearing my tracking list quite often. But even when I had several pages, it never lagged for me. This may be a silly or stupid question, but when's the last time you cleared your browsing history? I know it's a pain, but some times that can lead to lag. I've been in situations when several sites don't lag, but as soon as I click on one link, it takes forever... I don't know if that would help, but there might be a chance.
Thread: Tracking PMs

I clear the history every day, just to be sure. Lag is still there. I tried going on a network where I was the only one on said network, curious to see if it was a bandwidth issue. Still lagged.
Thread: Tracking PMs

Did you empty your trash in the PM box?
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Yup, emptied trash too. I wonder if its an internet explorer thing, but I doubt it.
Thread: Tracking PMs

I use Chrome but I also have this issue, only at certain times of the day though which is strange. During the morning hours EST it's not laggy at all, it will automatically go to the page, but during the evening hours it does lag. I don't know if this helps at all, it's just what I've come to notice.