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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2016 11:25:00 GMT -8
The paste on his skin made him shudder just a bit, and in a little time the pain from his ribs faded. He visibly sunk into the furs completely, most of the tension fading out of his being. With the ribs bound and numbed, he was able to breathe deeply with no pain. It was an amazing feeling.
At her comments, he couldn't help to look down upon himself before glancing back up to the female with something of a solemn stare - perhaps a little downcast. "... you don't have to do all that. I don't wish to create any problems with your people. As soon as I can move again, I'll leave - I don't wish to upset your Elders."
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Ifanna the Mender
Established
Roleplay posts: 26 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Small for one of the Wildlings - and one of the Wolf Tribe - Ifanna stands slightly less than six feet tall. She has golden fur with white markings and patches of grey, and golden eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ifanna wears little in the way of clothing like many of her people, although she has a small amount of jewelry. She always has a leather belt around her hips that bears several small pouches, carrying the herbs and medicines that she uses in her craft.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Nov 19, 2016 10:22:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ifanna the Mender on Nov 19, 2016 19:35:49 GMT -8
Ifanna tilted her head, ears twitching a bit, and looked rather amused by his words.
"Boireann's mate is the leader of all the Wildlings. His word will not be denied - if she asks him that you should remain until you are hale and healthy once more, then it shall be so. And I do not doubt she will. There will be no problems. Besides, all the tribes of the People need to learn how to open their minds to new things." She began gathering up the items from her healing onto the tray again, then lifted the item as she stood, tucking it between her wrist and her furry side.
"Rest. And drink if you are thirsty. I will return later with more food and to check on you." She took a step back and half-turned to leave, then paused, eyeing him thoughtfully.
"..What is your name?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 7:58:55 GMT -8
He had eased his eyes closed again, preparing to rest as well as he could without sleeping, until she posed the question. His head tips up as he meets her gaze again.
"I am Josidiah... might I ask yours?" he replies quietly.
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Ifanna the Mender
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 29
Physical Description: Small for one of the Wildlings - and one of the Wolf Tribe - Ifanna stands slightly less than six feet tall. She has golden fur with white markings and patches of grey, and golden eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ifanna wears little in the way of clothing like many of her people, although she has a small amount of jewelry. She always has a leather belt around her hips that bears several small pouches, carrying the herbs and medicines that she uses in her craft.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Nov 19, 2016 10:22:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ifanna the Mender on Nov 20, 2016 11:41:35 GMT -8
"Ifanna. Rest well, Josidiah." The wolf bobbed her head to him, then exited the hollow, pulling the curtain shut to block out most of the light and sound from the warren. Then she left.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 21:08:03 GMT -8
The Elven male watched her leave, pulling the curtain back into place, and he let his head thump on the furs as he eased his eyes shut - eventually passing out entirely.
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Ifanna the Mender
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 29
Physical Description: Small for one of the Wildlings - and one of the Wolf Tribe - Ifanna stands slightly less than six feet tall. She has golden fur with white markings and patches of grey, and golden eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ifanna wears little in the way of clothing like many of her people, although she has a small amount of jewelry. She always has a leather belt around her hips that bears several small pouches, carrying the herbs and medicines that she uses in her craft.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Nov 19, 2016 10:22:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ifanna the Mender on Nov 21, 2016 8:25:38 GMT -8
Ifanna checked in on Josidiah several times as he slept, always careful to be as silent as possible and not disturb him. Rest was healing, and it was one of the best things he could do for himself at this point. Whenever he finally awoke of his own volition, he'd find the curtain still closed, but enough light trickling in around the edges to reveal a fluffy golden tail poking in below the hanging fur, signaling the presence of his healer outside the hollow.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2016 12:08:36 GMT -8
Most of his rest had been heavy and hard, having completely passed out from exhaustion. His sleep wasn't as restful as it could have been, but it helped. It would've been a couple of hours later before he started to settled into proper rest - only to have his eyes snap open as an all too familiar voice screamed in his ears. It made him shake like it did every time - no matter how long it had been, the sounds were just as clear as that very day. And it rattled him to his very center.
He brought a hand up over his tired eyes, shuddering a little with a couple of dry sobs - tears were something he couldn't shed anymore. He'd shed too many. When he could regain himself to something close to normal, he reached over for the pitcher of water to carefully, albeit shakily, pour himself a cup. The drink was actually very refreshing, and he finished it in two gulps before settling the cup down on the tray again.
It was then the tail caught his eye, and his attention turned fully to the fur curtain. "... Ifanna? Is that you?" he mutters, settling himself as comfortably as he could on his side to face her.
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Ifanna the Mender
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 29
Physical Description: Small for one of the Wildlings - and one of the Wolf Tribe - Ifanna stands slightly less than six feet tall. She has golden fur with white markings and patches of grey, and golden eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ifanna wears little in the way of clothing like many of her people, although she has a small amount of jewelry. She always has a leather belt around her hips that bears several small pouches, carrying the herbs and medicines that she uses in her craft.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Nov 19, 2016 10:22:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ifanna the Mender on Nov 21, 2016 17:01:23 GMT -8
One ear swiveled backward as she heard Josidiah stirring and his sobbing, although she could smell no salt of tears. Interesting. She didn't really move, however, until she heard the male speak. Then Ifanna turned and pushed the curtain aside, peering inward at him with an expression that could only be termed as 'concerned', despite how out-of-place it might look on a lupine face.
"Yes. How are you feeling?"
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274 
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Nov 21, 2016 18:08:53 GMT -8
Cairex came into the camp, after a pleasant jaunt through the Moors to the Dens. He had smelled the camp from almost a mile away, the scent nearly bringing back joyful memories. It woud have brought them, had the individual scents been that of his family and his pack, but they were stranger to him than that, the undertones being the only ones that stayed the same.
"Been a while since I have been back. Couple months I think? Chasing down that damnable wizard and helping to fix back up Avelius. Damn shame that is."
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Boireann Allaidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 34
Physical Description: Of an average height for her species, Boireann stands at a full 6'1" in her mostly-humanoid form. Her fur is a rich, soft black interspersed with bits of sable and silver, and her eyes are a dark, gleaming shade of gold flecked and streaked with jade green. While in this shape, she has hands just like a human, albeit tipped with claws and bearing paw-pads, and she has a feminine shape, complete with full breasts, small waist, and flaring hips. Whether in her more humanoid form of her more bestial one, she has the head, hind legs, and full, fluffy tail of a wolf. In the thick mane of the fur/hair on her head are woven beads of wood and bone and a few simple metal charms. While in her more bestial form, she is a large and hulking wolf that only bears a vague resemblance to a human, more muscular and slightly hunched-over compared to her more humanoid shape, with true front paws rather than hands.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clothing within the Tribes is a rarity, but on the times when Outsiders venture into the Moors - or the even less frequent times when Boireann leaves the Wolf Tribe to venture outside the Moors - she wears simple leathers, consisting of a banded top that covers her breasts, and a dangling loincloth. Whether inside the tribe or out, she can always be seen wearing a few different items of jewelry: An bracelet around her upper left arm, three small hoop earrings in each canine ear, a matrimonial band around the fourth digit of her right hand, and an encircling chain belt around her hips. She carries no weaponry or equipment, her claws and teeth being enough.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:35:52 GMT -8
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Post by Boireann Allaidh on Nov 21, 2016 18:26:31 GMT -8
Boireann emerged from the dens as Cairex and the patrol approached, having heard the calls of the others alerting them to the impending arrival of the tribe's adopted pack member. A toothy grin appeared on the female's face as she spotted the lanky male's form, and she called out to him joyfully.
"Cairex. It does the tribe good to see you again. Madadh is not here, he has gone to the Spires to commune with the spirits, but I welcome you into our den. Come, rest, eat, tell us of what has happened since you left us." She beckoned for him to enter the warren, many more of the tribe waving to him in a friendly manner, while pups ran up to run around his legs, laughing and yipping playfully.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Nov 22, 2016 7:27:05 GMT -8
"There is much to tell for once, great things transpire over the seas and at home, but I shall focus on home first, for the things overseas may never affect us here." He said, rather cheerfully gven the mostly grim news that he had heard tell of thus far.
Cairex took careful but easy steps through the pups weaving about his feet. The promise of food and shelter was most enticing, and he followed Boireann into the Den proper.
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Boireann Allaidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 34
Physical Description: Of an average height for her species, Boireann stands at a full 6'1" in her mostly-humanoid form. Her fur is a rich, soft black interspersed with bits of sable and silver, and her eyes are a dark, gleaming shade of gold flecked and streaked with jade green. While in this shape, she has hands just like a human, albeit tipped with claws and bearing paw-pads, and she has a feminine shape, complete with full breasts, small waist, and flaring hips. Whether in her more humanoid form of her more bestial one, she has the head, hind legs, and full, fluffy tail of a wolf. In the thick mane of the fur/hair on her head are woven beads of wood and bone and a few simple metal charms. While in her more bestial form, she is a large and hulking wolf that only bears a vague resemblance to a human, more muscular and slightly hunched-over compared to her more humanoid shape, with true front paws rather than hands.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clothing within the Tribes is a rarity, but on the times when Outsiders venture into the Moors - or the even less frequent times when Boireann leaves the Wolf Tribe to venture outside the Moors - she wears simple leathers, consisting of a banded top that covers her breasts, and a dangling loincloth. Whether inside the tribe or out, she can always be seen wearing a few different items of jewelry: An bracelet around her upper left arm, three small hoop earrings in each canine ear, a matrimonial band around the fourth digit of her right hand, and an encircling chain belt around her hips. She carries no weaponry or equipment, her claws and teeth being enough.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:35:52 GMT -8
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Post by Boireann Allaidh on Nov 22, 2016 9:21:56 GMT -8
"The affairs of lands outside Alban are no concern of ours.. until they come to our shores. Which is something I do not foresee happening." She paused beside a small branch of tunnel and called out toward a golden-furred figure, barely visible through the opening of a private hollow.
"Ifanna, how fares the outlander?" While waiting for the healer to answer, she explained the situation to Cairex.
"An elf was shipwrecked and stumbled into the Moors. We are caring for him until he is healed and strong enough to be escorted elsewhere. Ifanna is one of our healers, she is tending to him."
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Nov 22, 2016 10:45:43 GMT -8
"Hope he recovers. Didn't realize you all had dedicated healers haha, my former pack was far too small to have anything like that, we just bandaged it up, ate some dodgy berries and hoped it healed."
He paused for a moment to contemplate this and then spoke again.
"Don't think I have ever met a lycanthrope healer either."
He would wait for the answer as well, his intrusion into the business limited to just those comments.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2016 10:29:55 GMT -8
"Sore. I ache, but at least no pain. Exhausted, still," he mutters, opting to keep it straight to the physical aspect - and just hoping a little she hadn't seen or heard his distress. He opted to ease back into the furs and watch her through heavy eyes, still breathing deeply for now. "How are you, Ifanna?"
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Ifanna the Mender
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 29
Physical Description: Small for one of the Wildlings - and one of the Wolf Tribe - Ifanna stands slightly less than six feet tall. She has golden fur with white markings and patches of grey, and golden eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ifanna wears little in the way of clothing like many of her people, although she has a small amount of jewelry. She always has a leather belt around her hips that bears several small pouches, carrying the herbs and medicines that she uses in her craft.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Nov 19, 2016 10:22:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ifanna the Mender on Nov 23, 2016 10:47:33 GMT -8
"Here. Chew on this. It will help with the pain." She handed him a sprig of some green leaf. It had a bittersweet smell and taste, but it would ease some of his aches. She also put more food on the tray beside his pitcher of water and cup - this time it was small squares of freshly-roasted meat, slices of a fire-roasted potato, and a few sweet berries.
"I am well. The tribe is readying to move on to our winter den in the forest. We will leave within a couple of weeks, and things are b--" She was cut off by the sound of Boireann calling out to her, ears swiveling in that direction before she turned to look over her shoulder. She glanced back at Josidiah then with an apologetic look.
"Eat if you have the strength. I will return in a moment. It seems Boireann wishes to speak to me." She pushed to her feet and vacated the hollow, pulling the curtain mostly shut behind her, just a small gap left so she could hear Josidiah if he was in distress. She approached Boireann and the unknown male, then - she hadn't had chance to meet him at Tursachan before, she was off gathering plants in the grasslands while he and his king had been at the sacred stones. But his unfamiliar scent made it rather easy to figure out who he was, with context clues. She would greet him in a moment - first, she spoke to the Alpha's mate.
"He is recovering. The wound in his shoulder will mend in time, but his ribs will take the longest, as bones often do. I trust he will be well enough to be safely escorted elsewhere before we move on to the winter dens." Golden eyes turned from Boireann to Cairex, then, and her tail swished behind her as she inclined her head in a small nod of greeting.
"You must be Cairex."
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Boireann Allaidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 34
Physical Description: Of an average height for her species, Boireann stands at a full 6'1" in her mostly-humanoid form. Her fur is a rich, soft black interspersed with bits of sable and silver, and her eyes are a dark, gleaming shade of gold flecked and streaked with jade green. While in this shape, she has hands just like a human, albeit tipped with claws and bearing paw-pads, and she has a feminine shape, complete with full breasts, small waist, and flaring hips. Whether in her more humanoid form of her more bestial one, she has the head, hind legs, and full, fluffy tail of a wolf. In the thick mane of the fur/hair on her head are woven beads of wood and bone and a few simple metal charms. While in her more bestial form, she is a large and hulking wolf that only bears a vague resemblance to a human, more muscular and slightly hunched-over compared to her more humanoid shape, with true front paws rather than hands.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clothing within the Tribes is a rarity, but on the times when Outsiders venture into the Moors - or the even less frequent times when Boireann leaves the Wolf Tribe to venture outside the Moors - she wears simple leathers, consisting of a banded top that covers her breasts, and a dangling loincloth. Whether inside the tribe or out, she can always be seen wearing a few different items of jewelry: An bracelet around her upper left arm, three small hoop earrings in each canine ear, a matrimonial band around the fourth digit of her right hand, and an encircling chain belt around her hips. She carries no weaponry or equipment, her claws and teeth being enough.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:35:52 GMT -8
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Post by Boireann Allaidh on Nov 23, 2016 10:53:08 GMT -8
"Our menders are few, but highly valued for their skills. Ifanna is one of the best - she learned very quickly and is especially adept at discovering new uses for plants. She also has a gentle touch. The pups adore her." It was true, the pups that had been cavorting around Cairex abandoned him to rush up and hug the other female as she approached, nuzzling her legs and waist affectionately before scampering off at Boireann's quiet whuff. She looked at the healer as she spoke, nodding thoughtfully.
"This is good. I fear we would travel too quickly for him to survive the trip were he made to accompany us to the forest. I wonder where he will choose to go." This last was spoken thoughtfully, before she shook her head and refocused on the conversation at hand, just in time to see Ifanna greet Cairex.
"Ah yes, I forgot Ifanna did not get to see you while we were at Tursachan. She was restocking her plants while you and the king were present. Ifanna, Cairex Forgepyre. Cairex, Ifanna the Mender." Formal introductions made as she gestured between the two.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Nov 23, 2016 11:31:22 GMT -8
Cairex listened to the report of the foreigner with some interest as to the origin of the elf, but when none was presented he mentally shrugged it off. One waterlogged elf was unlikely a threat to the Kingdom. The eyes of the the Mender caught his attention, but no where near as much as her scent did. Not in a 'love at first scent' kind of way, but in the manner of a unique and intriguing smell. Namely, that she didn't have that faint smell of blood and viscera that seemed to follow all wolves, regardless of their frequency of bathing. Instead she smelled clearly of the herbs and remedies she administered.
"Pleasure to meet you Ifanna. Do tell your patient that if he seeks a way back to Isra or the Land-Tiller's, they should be arriving at Avelius with a delegation in the next few days. They may be willing to provide a lift back home."
His curiosity at how she smelled was mostly hidden, save for a subtle lingering look that only momentarily betrayed his intrigue. Not that he cared, he was about as shy in social situations as he was in battle, which was to say, not at all.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2016 11:58:11 GMT -8
Josidiah remained quiet, offering a subtle nod to Ifanna when she turned to leave. He nibbled on the leaf in preparation for whatever flavor it provided, and he braced for the bitterness. At least it wasn't terrible. He chewed more on the leaf for a little while, feeling much of the ache in his body ease off a little while later.
Anyone in their right mind would've slept like a rock under these conditions. Yet, he was afraid to. He forced himself to remain awake.
At least he found a distraction - rather, his nose did. It was the roasted meat and potato. Where normally he had little appetite, he found himself salivating again. It was amazing. He reached over and carefully plucked up a piece of meat and nibbled - his stomach snarled viciously when the little scraps hit it. And he found himself eating hungrily just moments later.
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Ifanna the Mender
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 29
Physical Description: Small for one of the Wildlings - and one of the Wolf Tribe - Ifanna stands slightly less than six feet tall. She has golden fur with white markings and patches of grey, and golden eyes.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ifanna wears little in the way of clothing like many of her people, although she has a small amount of jewelry. She always has a leather belt around her hips that bears several small pouches, carrying the herbs and medicines that she uses in her craft.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Nov 19, 2016 10:22:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ifanna the Mender on Nov 25, 2016 13:13:43 GMT -8
Ifanna eyed Cairex curiously as Boireann introduced them properly. He was similar to them in many ways, but there was still a strangeness about him that intrigued her. She'd always been curious about the world outside the Moors, and outside Alban, but things had been so strained she'd never had chance to venture outside the boundaries of their territory. Perhaps now she would get that chance. She wondered if Cairex would allow her to travel with him. She would ask him later. For now.. she had an injured elf to tend to. She offered Cairex a toothy grin as he spoke, and huffed a soft laugh.
"I will be sure to tell him. It has been nice meeting you, but I should return to him and check his wound. If you mean to stay for a time, I would like to speak with you later, assuming you do not mind." She nodded to Cairex and gave Boireann a respectful half-bow, then turned away with a swish of her tail and sauntered back to the alcove where Josidiah was resting. She peered in at him inquisitively, pleased to see that he was eating.
"Your appetite is improving. This is a good sign. When you are done, I will check your shoulder and replace the poultice there."
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Boireann Allaidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 34
Physical Description: Of an average height for her species, Boireann stands at a full 6'1" in her mostly-humanoid form. Her fur is a rich, soft black interspersed with bits of sable and silver, and her eyes are a dark, gleaming shade of gold flecked and streaked with jade green. While in this shape, she has hands just like a human, albeit tipped with claws and bearing paw-pads, and she has a feminine shape, complete with full breasts, small waist, and flaring hips. Whether in her more humanoid form of her more bestial one, she has the head, hind legs, and full, fluffy tail of a wolf. In the thick mane of the fur/hair on her head are woven beads of wood and bone and a few simple metal charms. While in her more bestial form, she is a large and hulking wolf that only bears a vague resemblance to a human, more muscular and slightly hunched-over compared to her more humanoid shape, with true front paws rather than hands.
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Clothes and Equipment: Clothing within the Tribes is a rarity, but on the times when Outsiders venture into the Moors - or the even less frequent times when Boireann leaves the Wolf Tribe to venture outside the Moors - she wears simple leathers, consisting of a banded top that covers her breasts, and a dangling loincloth. Whether inside the tribe or out, she can always be seen wearing a few different items of jewelry: An bracelet around her upper left arm, three small hoop earrings in each canine ear, a matrimonial band around the fourth digit of her right hand, and an encircling chain belt around her hips. She carries no weaponry or equipment, her claws and teeth being enough.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:35:52 GMT -8
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Post by Boireann Allaidh on Nov 25, 2016 13:20:05 GMT -8
Boireann watched Ifanna leave with a moderately amused air, then gestured for Cairex to follow her as she proceeded deeper into the tunnels. It was just a few minutes more before they came upon the largest cavern of the dens, one with tall walls lined with rock shelves covered in furs, upon which many of the tribe were sitting, some teaching the pups, others doing various kinds of work. There were a number of small holes in the ceiling that vented smoke from the fire in the cavern's heart out into the world, and the fire in a sunken pit ringed by stone carved into tiers and covered with more furs. Some of the tribe members were preparing and eating food there, and it was here that Boireann sat, indicating Cairex should join her as they were offered food by a female that approached, laying clay plates and bowls before them with thick slabs of meat, fruits, vegetables, pieces of thick bread, and simple cups filled with water.
"The patrol said you mean to venture into the Wyld for a hunt. Madadh told me you had managed to gain the respect of that witch who leads the Fae, but I did not believe it. It is still dangerous for us to venture into the Wyld, and I do not trust the Fae not to attack us for venturing into their territory." Her tone was edged with concern as she popped a juicy berry into her mouth and chewed slowly, giving Cairex chance to respond.
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