Elvario
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This RP is part of the Isekai Hell universe. Check the links above to learn more about it.
The RP will follow a fairly strict 48 hour posting time between rounds, starting directly after each narrator post. As it is mostly just Slice-of-Life, missing a few rounds shouldn't be too bad, you just might end up out of the loop in conversations or seeing me (narrator) RP with myself for a round (so please just post). You're welcome to join in later, just hit me up OOC to get you a nice introduction into the story.
The story takes place in Widersia, a steampunk country made up of The See's Fae dissenters and The Eastern Empire's Human dissenters, with only one major city, a smaller town and a few villages. It's in one of those small countryside villages that Victorique and company find themselves, after being invited by someone who claims to be interested in learning more about his fellow halflings living abroad. It'll be a slice of life with a focus on breakfast and talking politics.
All things considered, Victorique was rather surprised when, not long after catching the fastest thief, she'd gotten an invitation to come visit Widersia. She'd heard about the place before, considering it was pretty much the home-town for her kind, but she hadn't really considered visiting it. Still, her curiosity got the better of her and thus she set out to visit whomever had invited her. She ended up at the doorstep of a man called Edric, one of the better-off halflings in this area. His house might've looked hobbit-sized from the outside, but it was clear the inside was made to accommodate guests of varying sizes.
“Ah, you must be miss Sopheana...” He glossed over those in Victorique's company. “... and company. Welcome. I'm Edric, today's host.” He said, as he gestured them inside. The moment they stepped inside, the scent of all sorts of food would enter their nostrils.
“Please, hang your coats over there, wipe your shoes and take a seat. The rest should be here shortly.” Edric said, gesturing at the wardrobe and table in order. The chairs were very strategically 'mid' sized. A little (but not impossibly) large for halflings, yet a little small for larger characters. In particular those Orc-sized might be better off just sitting on the ground.
Victorique was straight to get to business. “So, why did you invite me here?”
“All in good time dear, all in good time. Have some appetizers first. Our other guests can arrive at any moment.”
With a sigh, Victorique resigned to waiting, looking around the room to see what she could learn from it.
The RP will follow a fairly strict 48 hour posting time between rounds, starting directly after each narrator post. As it is mostly just Slice-of-Life, missing a few rounds shouldn't be too bad, you just might end up out of the loop in conversations or seeing me (narrator) RP with myself for a round (so please just post). You're welcome to join in later, just hit me up OOC to get you a nice introduction into the story.
The story takes place in Widersia, a steampunk country made up of The See's Fae dissenters and The Eastern Empire's Human dissenters, with only one major city, a smaller town and a few villages. It's in one of those small countryside villages that Victorique and company find themselves, after being invited by someone who claims to be interested in learning more about his fellow halflings living abroad. It'll be a slice of life with a focus on breakfast and talking politics.
All things considered, Victorique was rather surprised when, not long after catching the fastest thief, she'd gotten an invitation to come visit Widersia. She'd heard about the place before, considering it was pretty much the home-town for her kind, but she hadn't really considered visiting it. Still, her curiosity got the better of her and thus she set out to visit whomever had invited her. She ended up at the doorstep of a man called Edric, one of the better-off halflings in this area. His house might've looked hobbit-sized from the outside, but it was clear the inside was made to accommodate guests of varying sizes.
Edric
“Ah, you must be miss Sopheana...” He glossed over those in Victorique's company. “... and company. Welcome. I'm Edric, today's host.” He said, as he gestured them inside. The moment they stepped inside, the scent of all sorts of food would enter their nostrils.
“Please, hang your coats over there, wipe your shoes and take a seat. The rest should be here shortly.” Edric said, gesturing at the wardrobe and table in order. The chairs were very strategically 'mid' sized. A little (but not impossibly) large for halflings, yet a little small for larger characters. In particular those Orc-sized might be better off just sitting on the ground.
Victorique was straight to get to business. “So, why did you invite me here?”
“All in good time dear, all in good time. Have some appetizers first. Our other guests can arrive at any moment.”
With a sigh, Victorique resigned to waiting, looking around the room to see what she could learn from it.
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