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!! I have to be very honest. Life has been crazy lately and it's made me grumpy and I was kinda dreading going to the event and having to be social and such. That all changed within minutes of arriving and my mood has been immeasurably boosted by seeing, chatting and playing with you guys. So...

Hey guys! My husband and I are part of the Calgary chapter and we've recently launched a kickstarter for our little chain mail jewellery and accessory endeavors. Great for costuming, and maybe a magical item or two...

Derya stiffens, her eyes the size of saucers Her jaw clenches and she is visibly shaken. She lifts her chin, a fire of indignation in her eyes and it takes her a long moment to speak. "I gave the details to no one, I mentioned I had something troubling to Crow, as lovers are wont to share, but I...

Derya's eyes go wide. Someone was going to mess with the inside of her head? Bugger that. Her mouth opened to protest and then came mention of the Planes. Dark eyes narrowing, the Valdenhold glowered at the Achmage, clearly trying to sort out some sort of verbal reaction. The word duped sent a...

Derya bites her lower lip as she sits and listens. Nervous, the Elf began to reach, a few times, for her blouse before deciding it was probably better to let the man finish talking.. Interruption would not set a good tone. The instant Az'Caine finishes speaking, however, her hand plunges down...

Derya offers a weak smile to the Griffon, a bit wide-eyed as she watches her leave. One beckoned the Elf steps into the room, casting a cocky little grin over her shoulder as Farr'Shen is dismissed. She turns her attention back to where she's headed, lips pressed together, seeking her host. "My...

A quizzical look crosses Derya's face as the attendant's eyes go wide. The drop of a shadow causes her own eyes to mirror and at the touch of the paw, the young Elf visibly jumps, barely muffling a surprised cry. Coat flaring as she is turned, defense mechanisms kick in and Derya's chin is...

Derya fidgeted in the wagon as it rolled up, not far from the Arcane Sanctum's entrance. As they drew to a halt, the elf peeled off the cloak and scarf she wore over her own outfit and left them behind. Hopping down, she thanked the driver and watched as it trundled off. Lifting her chin, Derya...

Derya slips out the window behind her guide, grimacing a bit as she does so. She's a relatively decent climber, used to the ropes and masts of a ship, but she usually handled those with bare feet. These boots might prove a touch cumbersome. Trying to move quietly, Derya closes the window behind...

Derya hesitates only a moment as the boy approaches her. Her brow furrows and she bites her lower lip. Heeding nameless messengers from anonymous acquaintances had bitten her in the *** before. But, she was a creature of gut feelings, and for better or worse her gut said to go. Wordlessly, the...

Derya sat in the small sitting room of her Inn. Her chin was in her palms and she stared blankly at the table top. She cursed herself repeatedly. She was impulsive, impatient. Her mother would blame it on her youth. At this particular moment, she couldn't argue. Should things continue as they...

1) The mix of types of rp. I got to do all of my favourite things, socialize and laugh, be sneaky and have a couple moments of panic and legit emotional moments for Derya. The music and food were lovely and the rumors. THE RUMORS. I <3 you guys. 2) Fixables...Nobody would concede to ask...

Derya flashed the hobling a bright smile before following him to the table and taking a seat. She sits close, not so close as to intrude on personal space, but close enough to speak easily in low, casual tones. The drink she accepted readily.

Derya flashed the barkeep her most winning smile, a cocky little thing peppered with mirthful apology. She approached the bar, dark eyes scanning the patrons briefly before leaning on the counter top. "Hello, Friend. The house special, whatever that happens to be." She paused a moment, that...

Derya ducked down alleys, walking with a purposeful swagger, a walk that would have set coins to jingling at her hip had she been wearing them. She cast sidelong grins at those she passed. Finally, she came to a suitably seedy-looking bar. Rolling her shoulders, the elven sailor took a deep...

Derya sat in the small, cramped room she was renting for her time in Calenhelm. It smelled musty and she was pretty sure the straw in her mattress hadn't been changed for a few months before her own arrival. But she was in a city again and glory abounded. Seated at the tiny round table on the...

1) As always, interpersonal interactions make me very happy. It was great meeting the new characters and a ton of fun stirring up some trouble, especially when I got helping hands from a few folk to do so :) 2) I know that we were expected to lead our own rp and experience, but I think maybe...

Derya shrugged at the invitation to say her last goodbyes to the fallen friend. What he had become was something..mortifying to her. A reminder that sometimes the risks they took would not end in happiness and laughter and good stories to remember over the years. She turned her dark gaze back to...

Hearing the call of Crow, Derya diverted from her path slightly that she might meet with him. A flash of irritation crossed her features at his tone and his words. It had been happening too often of late, the Elf being ordered around. She wasn't a part of any of the little clubs in the breach...

Derya had begun to pack. The trip was going to be long, and if the current weather were any indication, bitterly cold. But the elven woman was excitedly anticipating staying in a city once more. She had never been a country girl. Ships and ports, that was her life, and she knew that she'd return...