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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 19:19:27 GMT -8
Stranger things have happened, perhaps, or so the going says. You might be walking along, traveling, a firm destination in mind or perhaps just a restless wandering on your boots, and suddenly form the corner of your eye, you'll see it, there in the darkened shade of the forest you've found yourself in... the opening to, perhaps, a cave? Vines half-cover it, flowering -- no matter the time of day, no matter the season. In fact, it could be the dead of winter or the gold of autumn, and the green moss and vines and small flowers near it would still be lush and emerald. There were even stone steps that led there, as if they were once made to be inviting but somehow became forgotten...
To travel inside is to invite darkness, and the feeling of damp everywhere. Not a single light to guide you through it, but the further you go, the closer you'll get to the fresh smell of water and greenery -- not flowers, per se, but the scent of a forest. It is then that a pale light draws you into the opening of a very secret, tranquil garden. A veritable eden, strange flowers never before seen before -- new plants, new vines, new shrubs, new fruits and vegetables that grace no herbology books, no travel journals, no record anywhere -- bloom before you. Trails of magic light seem to float here and there, making designs in the air but they do not give off the essence of life, merely decoration. The sound of gently cascading water might greet your ears, hinting to a delicate waterfall nearby. For all that it seems melodic, however, there is no sign of any other living creature... ... even though tiny little houses seem to hang from tree branches.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 20:46:15 GMT -8
Kelly could be seen walking in backwards, her eyes on a map of an entirely different region than the garden's.
"Okay, this is bullshit, I know I took a left at Lux, I should be in...." She said as she looked up and trailed off. Her eyes went wide with the beauty of the garden as she turned around entirely and began meandering in the forest.
"....you know what? There are worse places to be lost." She said to herself.
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Post by Fenris on May 22, 2017 20:49:51 GMT -8
He wandered the wilds, as one of his nature was wont to do. Grey cloak billowed in his wake, tattered fabric trimmed with silver fur, which matched hair that was streaked more with black. His face had the appearance of youth, yet simultaneously the bearing of an old beast. The beard probably helped give off the latter impression, as it was robust and dark, flecked with occasional tints of reddish gold. His dark brows furrowed as he listened to the wind, lifting his head up in a predatory way. A casual observer might note that he was indeed a man, yet somehow in the way he moved, in his very presence, he seemed like something else.
His curiosity , and something else guided him to the interior of the tunnel which lead to the hidden and alien biome. He narrowed his gaze as he was assailed with a myriad of new scents and yet... The land was ominously silent. It was almost as if anything from beyond the Kingdom of Flora was an outsider here. He moved with caution, stepping slowly as he turned his golden yellow gaze towards a nearby tree. He felt at home here, and yet still something just seemed a bit too different. He was not going to get too comfortable yet, but he wanted to see what this strange place had to offer... That was when he saw her...
"Are you everywhere?!" he demanded with incredulous annoyance. He was not really that particularly annoyed, but she seemed to be everywhere he was, and she probably felt the same.
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
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Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on May 22, 2017 20:56:45 GMT -8
"Truer words..." A low voice hummed. " Have not been spoken aloud in this place".
Sitting near the small trickling stream sat a most odd man. His garb made him standout rather than blend in as it had been carefully designed to do. He was rather ghastly, under his eyes seemed to be deliberate scars, a spear and buckler like shield rested on his folded lap, sever other shorter shafts loomed from the small of his back. He looked up at Kelly with icy blue eyes from under a mess of red brown hair. More etched scars laced his toned forearms, mixed with honest scars from any number of brawls.
"I see you stranger ; may you find shade and water--- though it seems we've found both here..." The desert dweller spoke with an accent that might have been Gauldin, if a tad deeper.
Another stranger wandered into the paradise...and instantly shouted at the first. Very strange.
"I see you stranger---" He repeated the greeting to the second, then simply closed his scar marked eyes and breathed deeply: meditation was an important part of the As'deen.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 21:07:59 GMT -8
Kelly noticed Fenris before Tam. She rolled her eyes at his question.
"I'm where I need to be." She responded. When Tam made himself known, Kelly turned to him. She could tell he didn't seem to belong here, perhaps he was also another traveler? He seemed familiar with the grove the three were in, perhaps he came here much earlier. Kelly walked up to him before leaning on one hip.
"Water and shade would be nice. I'm lost though, what is this place?" She asked.
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Post by Fenris on May 22, 2017 21:27:15 GMT -8
He leaned back in a somewhat mockly offended sort of way at her curt response, despite being rude himself, he apparently did not realize it but he had already gotten the impression that she tended to be a bit surly, then again she seemed subtly different with the nomadic looking man. Perhaps it was him. "Bwahaha!" he got amusement from this and sauntered off with a strange glint in his eye as he went to inspect the tree he had noticed before.
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
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Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on May 22, 2017 21:34:01 GMT -8
Tam's icy orbs opened upon hearing Kelly move towards him. unlike most green walkers she seemed un-phased by Tah'nish, this caused a smile to split the man's face. He listened intently to her question-only frowning when she admitted to being lost; had she not said she was where she needed to be...? With a curious but cautious expression Tam raised both of his hands, splaying his fingers wide. " I'd not lose one to say what I do not know for truth, Green walker." Tam explained.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 21:35:43 GMT -8
"Wha....Green Walker? The hell's a green walker?" She said, cocking her head to the side and looking bewildered. She whirled around and looked to Fenris.
"Hey, you know what a Green Walker is?"
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 21:39:19 GMT -8
Where Tam had perched himself, things seemed to be growing. Not as if he'd plunked himself down right in the middle of it, but rather, during his stay there, during his meditation... the nature of the forest glen blossomed around him, welcoming his positive energy and his quiet countenance. Little red-topped mushrooms grew near his feet, and tall, red flowers with multiple buds down its stock grew up to gently brush against his left elbow, while a white flower grew at his other side. The grass seemed a little taller around him, as if nature was framing him -- welcoming him into its embrace.
At Kelly and Fenris' yelling, however, the buds and blossoms near them instantly retreated back into their little pods, as if their voices disturbed their peace. Even the floating, trailing lights seemed to scuttle away from the movement, their chaotic energies clashing with the more tranquil ones from this forested glen.
Slowly, however, the flowers began to emerge again, opening their petals one by one, leaving their small cocoons to blossom once more. The clear blue water continued to babble away, not very deep at all as the wide creek ran through the glen that seemed to just go on and on and on, as if they were in a whole different world....
... As Fenris went to inspect the tree while the others chatted themselves up, he'd notice that there were even swirls within the bark, and within those swirls, subtle golden lights. The little houses that hung from the branches were like tear-drop gems, but their doors were firmly shut. Travel a bit further around the tree, however, and he'd see that the swirls almost seemed to make a pair of eyes in the bark.
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Post by Fenris on May 22, 2017 21:47:34 GMT -8
"I think he means someone who does not dwell in the desert..." he said absently as he studied the eldritch-light and strange tiny houses as if they was the most alien thing in the world to him. His head tilted at them not unlike a dogs might. Then he smiled for a moment when he saw those eyes as if in comprehension and laughed boisterously once more. He had noticed how the nature had responded to him, and it honestly made him suspicious. To him, the wild was a place of both peace and conflict. Still it had a certain sanctity he could not deny so he would not disturb it, instead he leapt deftly onto the tree and into the branches seeking to rest within its confines and enjoy the peace it offered.
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
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Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on May 22, 2017 21:58:43 GMT -8
... She embarrassed her self quickly... Tam only looked at Kelly as if she had asked "what is sand?" Most green walkers understood right away--- As Fenris had, that they were green walkers. Tam's eyes opened with pleasant surprise as the red petal plants touched his arm. A reminder to be kind. " Pardon Green walker, it as is he speaks, One who doesn't dwell among the sand is consider a green walker-- unless you're a water walker" He said the last bit as if it were a joke. He still had not seen these things Green walkers called Oceans, and these things called Ships. Odd words, odd fiction made by odd people. Tam shook his head with a small laugh at the idea of there being so much water you could not see the other side.
The Bronzed man's sharp eyes darted over to Fenris, his whole body coiled like a spring as Fenris leapt into the tree... Should he harm the tree folk... " Mother watches stranger, mind yourself." He said in a rather pointed tone to Fenris.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 22:07:20 GMT -8
She looked at the two like they were insane.
"What? We don't have names for people from the desert or oceans or forests or whatever! They're just people!"
She spun around on her heel and pointed to Fenris.
"If this is some sort of trick to get me to bail on the tournament you might as well give up. Even if I died I know people who'll just bring be back as a zombie!" She hissed. "You want to fight that? Zombie Kelly?"
Grumbling she rubbed her face and calmed down. Eventually her eyes turned to the flower buds as they retreated from her.
"Huh...hey, what was your name again? I'm Kelly and this is Fenris. Also, any idea what's up with the plants? It's like they're...scared of me."
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 22:12:34 GMT -8
She was not expecting Fenris' sudden leap into the branches. He may not have been able to smell her -- as she smelled just like the rest of this glen -- but he'd easily be able to see her once the animal-man perched upon that branch that had been half-shaded by the canopy of leaves.
There she was, as lovely as the flowers that grew in wild bushels all around this forest, and she gasped in fright. He had only a moment to glance at her, perhaps only quick enough to know that she was pretty but definitely not human, before the young woman fell back toward the trunk of the tree and seemed to... to melt into it? Indeed, that was perhaps the best description for what happened as the ... whatever she was ... instantly became a part of the gold-swirled tree.
The flowers that had once ducked away from Kelly had already begun opening again, growing used to her loud and termagant presence. Still, the buds near her seemed to be there because that was where they had grown. Where Tam sat, a pretty orange-pink bud unfurled itseld, its petals tipped with blue, lily-esque in its shape. Nature seemed to enjoy his quiet serenity.
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Post by Fenris on May 22, 2017 22:21:42 GMT -8
He was rarely caught off guard, but it seemed he had not been paying attention as he had not smelled her. But when the woman gave her small squeak and merged into the wood. He blinked but did not tell the others she was there. That was when the other spoke up.
Fenris bit back irritation and looked at the man. Who was he to tell him how to act in his element? Since he knew the place was empathically reflective he did not get too rankled, but glared at the man for a moment with yellow eyes that shined not unlike a predators or more specifically something Lupine. He did not give words, as they were not needed, not in this place. He was about to consider taking a nap when Kelly seemed to let the situation get the better of her. With an effort he brought himself to speak again, though he was fairly confused at this point.
"What does that have to do with the tournament? Enter or don't enter it makes no difference to me, but it seems to do so for Lamina." he said dismissively with another curious tilt of his head as his gaze flicked to her rather quickly like an animals. He would then try to explain what he understood about the place. "This place has a very strong... Presence. Every place has a presence, but this one is concious which is more rare. It is also very isolated so its ecosystem is sensitive both physically and metaphysically." he paused a moment and shook his head. "When you get worked up, the plants react." he finished simply. As he spoke just to see what would happen he began too gently trace the light lines in the tree absently with his fingers.
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
Committed
Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on May 22, 2017 22:36:48 GMT -8
Tam ignored the tree folk as she did not want to be noticed, and to do such would shame her... She was quiet skilled in hiding so there would be no shamed in being stepped on, in fact it was quiet a joke at the expense of the animal like man.
Seeing that the Stranger in the tree... Now known as Fenris... meant no ill will Tam bowed his head as an apologies. The young lady--- Kelly--- seemed to go off on her own torrent. Zombie? What on Mothers breast was that? Tam listened as Fenris explained -- until he recognized a name. Lamina, Regal, his friend had mentioned that name to him once before. Then the man started to explain Mothers bounty, as if it needed anymore explaining that simply that.
Tam's attention shifted back to the wind like woman. "--- Farshaw, Tam Mhel Farshaw of the As'Deen," He started. " myn’farshaw and now Mhel of the Red Sands." He introduced himself..." And you are?" He asked expecting more than her name clearly... However the green walkers seemed to think one only needed a First and last name to mean anything.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 22:47:34 GMT -8
"Hm...."
Kelly crouched down to get a closer look at the flowers. She had seen something like this before but was having trouble putting her finger on what it was...
"Like I said, the name's Kelly. Tam, how long have you been here? If you're from the desert I assume this is a new experience for you?" Kelly asked. She didn't turn to face him, instead keeping her eyes on the plants and their movement. She observed the rest of the grove and it's splendor.
"I know I've seen this behavior before....like there's some sort of....dryad or something around here."
Eventually her eyes turned to the tiny houses. They immediately lit up.
"Which means there's fairies here!" She squealed in joy. It was the most emotion she'd shown to either of them as she giddly skipped over to the homes.
"Holy shit, if I can find a fairy companion here I'll die happy. Fenris, you see any fairies up there? Oh, I just hope I have a gift they like..."
She began to rummage through her bag, looking for something but having obvious difficulty finding it.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 22:57:54 GMT -8
She appeared again, although not where Fenris saw her last. Just behind him, actually, and only a few inches tall. She peeked from behind a leaf, balanced up on her tip-toes as she made a vague silhouette behind the verdant membrane, her face turned to watch the large animal-man as he caressed the tree.
She frowned. Why was he caressing the tree?
The sudden burst of excitement from Kelly had the flowers pulling back in again as the bandit began to rummage through her sacks, trying to find something for some reason. Bergenia watched her, too, and was instantly mystified by the things that Kelly was pulling from her bag.
Bergenia dropped off the tree quickly, although perhaps not quick enough to not be glanced at from keen peripheral vision. She disappeared quickly from view, however, considering her small stature and the tall blades of grass that surrounded her. She traveled through, barely disturbing the tall stocks beside her until she arrived near Kelly.
She ducked out of the way as Kelly pulled something out and put it down in the grass, and when Bergenia looked up and saw Kelly was distracted, she hesitantly tip-toed out to look at one of the items she'd put on the ground. Cautiously, Bergenia reached out to lay a hand on it and was surprised to find it cold and hard to the touch.
Metal.
Bergenia's first interaction with it, ever.
The flowers near Tam, as if sensing Bergenia's closer presence, began to turn their floral faces in her direction, giving her away even if Kelly hadn't noticed a tiny figure from the corner of her eye.
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Post by Fenris on May 22, 2017 23:07:49 GMT -8
"Yes but I'm not sure they would take too kindly to being taken from their homes, why don't you correct her on that Lancelot?" he asked addressing Tam sarcastically again at the end, in reference to his paladin like reverence earlier, but it was said jovially if nothing else. He saw the fey move through the corner of his eye, and gave a small shrug. It looked like he was not going to get that nap after all, but the dryad lady was a tad bit distracting. He dropped from the canopy and somewhere on the way down he had apparently been replaced by a wolf with a coat similar to his own hair-color, though the patterns on its pelt were oddly symmetrical and almost rune-like. He trotted off into the foliage for now.
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Tam Mhel Farshaw
Committed
Roleplay posts: 59
Age: late 20's early 30's
Physical Description:
Standing over six feet tall, with a body sculpted from hardship and a culture that requires one to scar their own bodies; Tam has a terrifying presents with ice blue eyes that seem to scrutinize the very being of whom ever he watches.
unkempt bronze hair frame his shaven face neatly.
Tattoo; scars : Tam, like many of the As'deen have various rune's and markings carved into their flesh, These are Tah'nish,and tell the story of the owners life.
Tho most of these remain on one's back, Tam has several on both forearms, and two markings under the outside corner of each eye.
Tattoo wise he has some of the Tah'nish colored in.
Clothes and Equipment:
Clothing wise, Cream colored flowing breeches are tucked into well made leather boots. A light brown sleeveless tunic is held with a dark brown scarf around his waste.
♦ Weapons / gear:
♦ Ghali :A long blade spear, with a metal shaft that flares out around the bottom before returning to a rounded point.
♦ Khill : A horn and bone short bow with a 60 lb draw weight.
♦ Zef'Ghali ; Small Ghali used for throwing, or sometimes used as knives.
♦ Bak : A small wooden shield that carries the Zef'ghali.
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Post by Tam Mhel Farshaw on May 22, 2017 23:33:11 GMT -8
Tam's brows knitted... Did she think him to track her down and butcher her family in her sleep like a shameful Red Rock Farshaw? No... it had to be something else... " Ah... I've been here..." Tam watched the tiny being fall from the tree. He looked away , making a fair show of it. " For a time, it's hard to keep track of suns within this space." He answered truthfully.
Tam turned back with a confused expression. " Lancealot? What does that mean?" He asked Fenris..--- Tam sprang up, long bladed spear in hand as a Wolf hit the ground where Fenris had---- Where had Fenris landed?! "What on Mothers Breast?!" Tam asked aloud seeing the wolf trot off, an expression of pure disbelieve on his face.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2017 7:21:48 GMT -8
"Gods, everyone's always assuming I want to kidnap them. You ever think I'm just going to try and convince them to join me of their own free will? It's fairy companion, not fairy slave." Kelly retorted. Out of the corner of her eye she manged to see a tiny figure in the grass, causing her to do a double take. She stopped looking through her bag and turned to face the little figure, a look of shock and excitement on her face.
"Oh! Hello!" She said to it, waving a little.
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