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 Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 7:59 am
(just know that I don't like a lot of s**t in my rp's so this will be very basic. This will be an unstructured rp. If you want something more structured please feel free to make your own)
Rules: don't be a douche. That's basically it. Fights will start ic (in character) but be sure that they will be dealt with. When ooc (out of character) be sure to use something like (), [], {},<> so we know!
Plot: Once a year the trolls gather for a month to celebrate. Each tribe sends members to a common ground. Here treaties are made, and broken. Love(or the troll equivalent) is found and lost.
Setting: A large, troll made clearing deep in the woods. Man can't find it so the trolls are safe. The tribes are intermingled, some trolls staying in tents, others in Troll made caves, trees or simply on the ground. Fires have been built and maintained, and food is hunted as needed.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 8:20 am
As Sheila neared the edge of the clearing she could smell the aroma of fresh roasting meat, she could hear the booms from the drums, and feel the energy from the celebration. It was now her favorite time of the year! A time to gain many pelts and to drink many o' mugs of mead with all the other trolls.
After dragging a wrap of pelts and hides into the clearing, she scanned the open area for the perfect place. She chose a spot near the largest fire, directly in the center.
"Ah yes, this's where I'll set up. I can't wait to see the pelts I will receive."
The tent was set, the sign was in the right place, and all was swell.
"Herbs and Potions: will accept pelts, fresh mead, precious stones and trinkets. That looks all right." Sheila spoke aloud as she put the finishing touches of paint on her sign.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 8:44 am
Ankou(And yes this is the name of my troll. An (-Aahnun) for short) was always the first to arrive for the celebrations. And why shouldn't she be? She held status in the troll world. She was fertile, large and ferocious. Few Trolls messed with her, and those that did were left injured beyond repair. Crippled to useless-ness but never killed. She knew that it was far worse to be crippled in their world than dead. The dead were honored. The Crippled cast aside.
She was awake, watching as the trolls from each tribe gathered. Few were strangers to her, but there was always the new trolls, just come of age. Finally allowed to come to the gathering. These were the most dangerous trolls. Unable to control their rage. They were the ones that caused most of the fights. It was her job to break up these fights.
An ran here fingers up through her thick hair, and gave her head a shake. Sheila had arrived and set up her wares. She grinned at the younger troll, and moved toward her, bare feet falling heavily on the ground, dust rising around her. She didn't have anything to trade, being an enforcer, so this was purely a social visit for her.
"Sheila." She grunted as she came within speaking distance. "How was your season?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 9:07 am
"An!"
Sheila quickly rummage through a pile of pelts and hides, pulling a large yeti skin from it.
"When I got this from a troll I thought of you and your little ones! It's very warm, please take it! And my season was great, better than ever. I've been wandering! It's amazing how unpleasant some on the cave dwellers can be." She grunted with sarcasm.
"But how about you? The little ones growing up big and strong? Oh that reminds me!"
She quickly turned around and rummage through a large barrel. The clanking of bottles could be heard.
"HA! I knew I had brought it!"
She let out an excited roar. Pulling out a small bottle of herbs.
"It's a healing spice. This plant I found deep in the jungle does wonders on trollings wounds. It takes the pain away. It's not very strong tho, so it doesn't work well on our tough skin."She chuckled.
Sheila admired An, she had always looked to her like an older sister. Getting to see An was one of the best parts of celebration, so it was rather necessary to shower her with gifts that she had found through her travels.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 10:13 pm
Sitting on the edge of the festivities, sat a small troll girl on a bed roll laid on the ground. She looked not much beyond her Trolling years, but was in fact well into her prime. Moyna Huldra pulled her knees up to her chin, watching the dancing an socializing. She needed to sell her wares, woven baskets, but she wasn't sure how well she was going to do this year.
Moyna pulled a lock of her hair from her braid, mindlessly nibbling on it nervously.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 2:25 pm
Grevar Walks into the clearing wear the annual Festivities are held.
He had made the several day trek in order to sell tanned leather from his poaching.
As well as to fence some of his ill gotten gains, Hopefully there would be some unwary shopkeepers in the area that hadn't heard of the "bandit problem".
The way he was dressed signified someone who lived a harsh lifestyle beaten leather pauldrons with a large frayed bullwhip on his belt and a Bow with many notches in it strung across his torso.
As well a his bloodstained canvas pants and numerous scars along his chest from animals and man alike.
Which gave him a rather intimidating aura.
He was taller than most other trolls by a head or so.
As he walked around the area, a rather young looking basket vendor caught his eye.
He had been needing some containers to store his smoked meats. he casually strolled over to her and asked how much would it be for about 5 large baskets? he continued to loom as he awaited the response.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 5:06 pm
Being the nosy troll she is, Shelia thought to head towards the clearing where she had spotted a rather young troll and a very tall handsome troll. But first she grabbed a handful of potions, why not try to sell a little!
"Why hello there fellow trolls!" She grunted excitedly.
"Would you youngins' be interested in a looooooove potion?" She chuckled and tossed a small bottle filled with read liquid to the young femtroll.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 7:27 pm
Moyna was about to shrink away from the large imposing male, and mutter something about trading for leather strips or rations would more than do, but then a potion landed in her lap. Moyna flushed, most untrollishly and set it down. "No, Ma'am-" she said with a stutter. "I'm just fine thank you." sounding more and more like a runty trolling child.
She looked up at the male, "If you had extra rations I would be willing to negotiate." Moyna, ever the crafts person, never the trader.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 8:36 pm
While this was a rare occasion for the young troll, to interact with others of her...well, half her kind, Astrid kept to her own. The short troll, who stood at little more than 5'2, was sturdy, her dark leather garb worn and faded by the years of use, thick shaggy hair hanging in raven locks around her near ghostly face. Slung over her left shoulder, was a large sack, filled with things unknown....though every once in a while, said carrying device would seem to twitch, perhaps with life.
Soon enough, she began to near the clearing, and could catch the sounds of voices, some in grunts..some in words...it sent a relaxing, yet curious thrill into the deepest pit of her belly,"Th' sweet smell o'fire...", she muttered to herself with a crooked grin, two dark brown eyes peering out from the messy locks of her hair..
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 8:43 pm
Sheila chuckled loudly.
"Oh doll, I don't mean to embarrass you so. It's not really a love potion, it's just a bottle of berry juice."
She smirked and moved to look at the baskets that the troll had woven. She grabbed a couple large ones and looked up at the young female.
"Well, do you have a name dollface? And how much are yer baskets?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 9:05 pm
"My, My name is Moyna Huldra," She said softly, standing up and brushing herself off. "My baskets can be traded for furs, rations, anything else that could be useful." Still blushing furiously, she tries to calm herself down. Sure the jest from the jungle troll was made in fun, not out of spite. "Also have a few tapestries and nets that I could procure if either of you were interested" as she gestured to her piles of wares.
Looking about spies another small troll, gives a small smile, glad not to be the only short one.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 9:21 pm
Aha, now there was an interestin' sight, indeed! Astrid's gaze immediately caught view of the petite Moyna, surprisingly before even noticing the larger trolls and a large grin broke out over her face. It was rare, for her at least to see another who wasn't so massive in height...hell, a damn good surprise!
With a two finger salute of greeting, she shifted the heavy bag from one shoulder to the other and proceeded to wander her way over, not saying a word..more interested in observing for the moment than creating conversation.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 9:49 pm
Moyna gave a slightly wider smile, but did not mean to attract more attention to herself. While debating if she could run off before she attracted more of a crowd.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 9:58 pm
"What'che be tradin',there?", Astrid stopped, a fair few feet away from the little gathering. Despite her peculiar terms, the female carried an accent, rather heavy sounding. Cocking her head ever so slightly to the side, she cast a brief glance towards the male and female already there. The female was particularly fascinating....vibrant, while the male reminded her of a miniature mountain.
Tilting her head back towards Moyna, she swung her arm to the side, and dumped the sack, right on her feet, where it landed without a sound,
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 10:11 pm
"Pri-Primarily textiles; baskets, a few tapestries, and i have a few nets..." Amused by the sound of her accent, it's different from the usual speech patterns of those in her old clan." What, what's you name?" curious as to the names of those gathered about her, just now getting the courage to ask.
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