Nel
Committed
Climbing a grand tower.
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 17
Physical Description: =====
A tall and slender maiden with brilliant green eyes and straight black hair. The hair hides many of her features but reveals an soft angular jawline, a small delicate nose.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/54Equdc.jpg
The picture shows her equipment well, however lacks her hunting dagger, a length of thin but strong rope, her "junk sack," and herb pouch.
Her quiver contains a number of different arrows with different purposes including armor piercing, grappling, fire arrows, and a limited supply of an enchanted variety.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 10, 2017 2:33:53 GMT -8
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Post by Nel on Jul 22, 2017 20:07:12 GMT -8
Nel jumped out of her skin when Mordane spoke to her and before she could reply the dispenser of ludicrous materials returned with her rope. She held a hand up to the pervert at this point becoming used to his presence, "Calm yourself." She shot the only prepared arrow at a stone in the ground. It bit into the stone like it was putty. She leaned back against the rope applying her weight at a constant pressure showing the man it worked well. "The extra ropes are just in case one breaks, I only need two." She then applied sharp tug and the arrow removed itself from the stone, fully recovered and reusable.
She offered the arrow to Mordane. "Can you replicate the knot? I want to make several of these, just in case," she said meekly. There were more than enough arrows and rope she could bring a second if Mordane was interested. She may not know him but a friend against the unknown may be more useful than any tools or preparations made.
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Mordane
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 22
Physical Description: Stands at 6 feet and 4 inches tall
Green eyes pale skin and his hair is a dark shade of red, which eventually earned him a few nicknames as it beared slight resemblance to the blood he spilled.
Clothes and Equipment: Mordane is most commonly dressed in full plate adorned with only blue cloth. On occasions where he is not in his armor he wears simple clothes, brown pants and a white shirt with a splash of blue along the collar.
A pack with all of the traveling necessities is tied to his back along with his weapon, a plain steel claymore, weathered over years of use but maintained exceptionally well.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 19:48:43 GMT -8
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Post by Mordane on Jul 22, 2017 21:02:55 GMT -8
Mordane set about preparing the ropes and knots for Nel so she could begin her venture down into the hole. "So any reason you're heading down there?" He took a look down the hole, noting it's seemingly endless nature. "What are you hoping to find down there?"
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Nel
Committed
Climbing a grand tower.
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 17
Physical Description: =====
A tall and slender maiden with brilliant green eyes and straight black hair. The hair hides many of her features but reveals an soft angular jawline, a small delicate nose.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/54Equdc.jpg
The picture shows her equipment well, however lacks her hunting dagger, a length of thin but strong rope, her "junk sack," and herb pouch.
Her quiver contains a number of different arrows with different purposes including armor piercing, grappling, fire arrows, and a limited supply of an enchanted variety.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 10, 2017 2:33:53 GMT -8
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Post by Nel on Jul 22, 2017 22:13:36 GMT -8
Nel was working along side Mordane, albeit at a fast pace, "I'm hoping to get away from these crowds, find and save some possibly injured people at the bottom, earn some coin while I do it, and hopefully find nothing that will eat me." She mumbled to herself, "With coin in hand I won't have to come to another town for awhile." She grimaced, "Oh and something or someone cut the last guy's line. So there is something alive in that hole. With luck it will be some kind of rare monster whose hide I can sell for even more coin. If you want you can probably come with me into the pit, I'll share any profits." Suddenly her cheeks turned red and she fell silent continuing her work. With her working she didn't realize how much talking she was doing. It had taken her mind off the fact that she didn't know anyone here or that there was a rather large crowd around the hole.
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Mordane
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 22
Physical Description: Stands at 6 feet and 4 inches tall
Green eyes pale skin and his hair is a dark shade of red, which eventually earned him a few nicknames as it beared slight resemblance to the blood he spilled.
Clothes and Equipment: Mordane is most commonly dressed in full plate adorned with only blue cloth. On occasions where he is not in his armor he wears simple clothes, brown pants and a white shirt with a splash of blue along the collar.
A pack with all of the traveling necessities is tied to his back along with his weapon, a plain steel claymore, weathered over years of use but maintained exceptionally well.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 19:48:43 GMT -8
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Post by Mordane on Jul 22, 2017 22:36:41 GMT -8
"Well good luck with that but I think I should stay up here and make sure no one tampers with your rope, if someone cut it before they might come back to do it again." It seemed she was in it to make a bit of a profit, she seemed sensible enough and standing around guarding the hole wouldn't really take all the much work. "I'll pull you up if you give the word, and if you don't come up I'll see what I can do to get you out of there, ready whenever you are" Mordane stood by the end of the rope and gave a slight wave of the hand to Nel, to signal he was ready.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 23, 2017 8:52:23 GMT -8
The crowd had begun to gather around Nel, wondering what she was up to. Was this crazy newcomer woman really about to climb down into the pit? The guards noticed the commotion and moved in front of Nel, blocking her path. "What do you think you're doing, miss? Who said you could go down that hole?" However, the guards were drowned out by a cheer from the crowd. Everyone wanted to see someone climb down, especially someone dispensable like a newcomer. Betting pools sprung up around the town square, as people wagered whether or not Nel would ever return. The sight of the hulking Mordane kept them away from the anchor in the stone, making sure that nobody decided to tip the odds in their favor. Meanwhile, Ollie scribbled furiously in his notebook, mumbling to himself. "The brave adventuress prepared to venture forth into the pit, assisted by the armored behemoth..."
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Nel
Committed
Climbing a grand tower.
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 17
Physical Description: =====
A tall and slender maiden with brilliant green eyes and straight black hair. The hair hides many of her features but reveals an soft angular jawline, a small delicate nose.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/54Equdc.jpg
The picture shows her equipment well, however lacks her hunting dagger, a length of thin but strong rope, her "junk sack," and herb pouch.
Her quiver contains a number of different arrows with different purposes including armor piercing, grappling, fire arrows, and a limited supply of an enchanted variety.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 10, 2017 2:33:53 GMT -8
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Post by Nel on Jul 23, 2017 16:07:44 GMT -8
Nel drew her bow back and set and anchoring arrow a short distance from the opening. The first of several. "It would be much appreciated but the rope was cut inside the hole." Nel looped the rope around her legs to form a harness that could easily lower her into the pit. As the guards approached her she seemed more confused than anything. After all they certainly didn't do well stopping that man from jumping head first into oblivion. Luckily the crown came to her side, something she was not used to. With cheeked flushed with embarrassment Nel spoke to the perverted author, "My name is Nelisara. If I don't come back do me a favor and put a word of thanks in your book." With that she moved to the hole and was all but ready to delve into its depths.
She sighed deeply and crawled into the hole. As she let go of the edge and put her full weight on her rope she held her breath. The shaft wiggled slightly. It was more than enough for those in the crowd to notice. Nel let out a shaky breath, the anchor arrow held its ground. Into the breach she began.
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Mordane
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 22
Physical Description: Stands at 6 feet and 4 inches tall
Green eyes pale skin and his hair is a dark shade of red, which eventually earned him a few nicknames as it beared slight resemblance to the blood he spilled.
Clothes and Equipment: Mordane is most commonly dressed in full plate adorned with only blue cloth. On occasions where he is not in his armor he wears simple clothes, brown pants and a white shirt with a splash of blue along the collar.
A pack with all of the traveling necessities is tied to his back along with his weapon, a plain steel claymore, weathered over years of use but maintained exceptionally well.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 19:48:43 GMT -8
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Post by Mordane on Jul 23, 2017 18:14:41 GMT -8
Mordane stood there guarding the first anchor but couldn't help but watch Nel as she ventured into the depths. Taking notice of her uneasiness he called down "Careful down there, I don't want to have to come in after you."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 23, 2017 18:42:57 GMT -8
As Nel climbed down, she'd see dozens of heads poking over the fence to peek down at her. It seemed that her venture was quite the source of interest. Some people shouted encouragement, others yelled at her to "hurry up and fall already". Still, despite the shouting of the crowd, the climbing would be easy enough. Down and down she'd go, deeper and deeper and into the pit. The sides grew darker and darker, and the bricks seemed to get older and more worn the further down she got. As she descended into the darkness, the shouts of the crowd faded into silence. It was oddly peaceful, climbing down the hole. Nel was surrounded by darkness, with just a tiny circle of light up above her. The pit was completely silent, save for her own breathing and the sounds of the rope and metal on stone. However, the calm was soon broken by a sudden earthquake. The tunnel shook and rumbled, bits of brick falling down on top of her. It shook for a solid minute, by the end of which Nel found herself hanging upside down by a rope. The arrows she was using to climb had fallen out of the stone, and had been lost. However, her lifeline back to the surface still held strong. Back on the surface, Mordane and the others would feel no such tremor. The crowd buzzed with excitement as Nel descended, and Ollie chattered happily to anyone who would listen about how he was going to write her story and become a best-selling author. He sold a fair number of books in the crowd, at least a few of which only bought it to shut him up. However, Mordane would suddenly realize that the rope he'd been tasked with watching over had gone slack.
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Nel
Committed
Climbing a grand tower.
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 17
Physical Description: =====
A tall and slender maiden with brilliant green eyes and straight black hair. The hair hides many of her features but reveals an soft angular jawline, a small delicate nose.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/54Equdc.jpg
The picture shows her equipment well, however lacks her hunting dagger, a length of thin but strong rope, her "junk sack," and herb pouch.
Her quiver contains a number of different arrows with different purposes including armor piercing, grappling, fire arrows, and a limited supply of an enchanted variety.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 10, 2017 2:33:53 GMT -8
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Post by Nel on Jul 23, 2017 19:42:51 GMT -8
Nel was breathing really fast, her heart was beating really fast, her eyes showed fear, and her head hurt from a brick nailing her in the head. Other than a bit of blood she was fine. No extra dizziness from the partial fall or nausea. She crossed her arms, frowned angrily and shouted her frustration and fear way, "No one mentioned fucking earthquakes!" She sighed and checked her equipment. Luckily she managed to hold onto her bow. She still had her back up arrows. She carefully drew two arrows from her quiver. She held one along with her bow and fired the other into side of the tunnel. It hit with a loud "clink." She pulled the rope to spin and face the opposite side of the tunnel. She nocked and fired the second arrow and set to securing the two ropes. Fully safe and tethered she finally opted to right herself.
As Nel righted herself the gash in her head proved to be much worse than she originally thought. Where before it was hiding its flow by running into her hair the blood was now running down her face. The crimson flow soon covered her left eye and with her hands both busy she could do nothing about it. She grimaced, debating climbing up or down. Which was closer? She finally decided to risk it and proceeded deeper into the pit. She might be half-blind and the way up may be a guarantee but she could descend faster than climb and at this point it was important to get out of the tunnel as fast as possible.
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Mordane
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 22
Physical Description: Stands at 6 feet and 4 inches tall
Green eyes pale skin and his hair is a dark shade of red, which eventually earned him a few nicknames as it beared slight resemblance to the blood he spilled.
Clothes and Equipment: Mordane is most commonly dressed in full plate adorned with only blue cloth. On occasions where he is not in his armor he wears simple clothes, brown pants and a white shirt with a splash of blue along the collar.
A pack with all of the traveling necessities is tied to his back along with his weapon, a plain steel claymore, weathered over years of use but maintained exceptionally well.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 19:48:43 GMT -8
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Post by Mordane on Jul 23, 2017 21:29:46 GMT -8
Through the commotion the crowd caused around the hole Mordane did his best to keep them away from the entrance, pushing back gawkers and rabblerousers like a faux parade guard. Eventually some lost interest, but most were determined and would not lose their front row seats to the show. After a while when the crowd had calmed down he turned his attention back to the anchor and noticed it's slackened nature, he quickly ran to the top of the hole and peered down to see if he could still see Nel and called down to her once he heard her swear sharply, something about earthquakes,"Hey Nel everything alright down there?" he yelled.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 23, 2017 21:44:32 GMT -8
Nel wouldn't hear Mordane's shouting. In fact, she wouldn't hear much of anything at all from up above. Her lifeline still held strong, pulled tight as it bore her weight. As she climbed further down, she didn't seem to be getting any closer to the bottom. Looking up, she'd realize that she'd gone...nowhere? Somehow, it didn't look like she'd gotten any deeper than when the earthquake hit. Surely she'd gone further than that...but perhaps it was just a trick of the light, making the opening look closer than it was. Mordane would receive no response from within the hole. The crowd would peer down curiously, ducking under his arms and skirting his reach to take a peek. Money changed hands, and Ollie ran up to him, glancing at the pit nervously. "Er...did she fall or something? This isn't good. Hopefully she's alright...I might have to go back to writing about succubi if she doesn't come back up. Not that that isn't a good business, I guess..."
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Nel
Committed
Climbing a grand tower.
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 17
Physical Description: =====
A tall and slender maiden with brilliant green eyes and straight black hair. The hair hides many of her features but reveals an soft angular jawline, a small delicate nose.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/54Equdc.jpg
The picture shows her equipment well, however lacks her hunting dagger, a length of thin but strong rope, her "junk sack," and herb pouch.
Her quiver contains a number of different arrows with different purposes including armor piercing, grappling, fire arrows, and a limited supply of an enchanted variety.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 10, 2017 2:33:53 GMT -8
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Post by Nel on Jul 25, 2017 3:18:03 GMT -8
Nel grumbled at the progress of her climb. She tied herself off so she could free a hand. Before doing anything else she removed some of the now clotted blood from her eye and restored her sight. She reached into her junk sack and produced a small torch that seemed to have a stone tied the shaft. She banged the torch against the sides of the tunnel. The stone on the brick caused a spark and brought the torch to life. With sigh she let it go and watched it fall into the pit. Hopefully it would find land and burn for a while giving her an idea of how much farther down it went.
Suddenly she thought of something. The torch someone dropped in earlier, if it hit an end to the tunnel it should have been visible to the surface. "Maybe it ends in water?" She listened closely for the sound of the torch hitting the bottom.
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Mordane
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 22
Physical Description: Stands at 6 feet and 4 inches tall
Green eyes pale skin and his hair is a dark shade of red, which eventually earned him a few nicknames as it beared slight resemblance to the blood he spilled.
Clothes and Equipment: Mordane is most commonly dressed in full plate adorned with only blue cloth. On occasions where he is not in his armor he wears simple clothes, brown pants and a white shirt with a splash of blue along the collar.
A pack with all of the traveling necessities is tied to his back along with his weapon, a plain steel claymore, weathered over years of use but maintained exceptionally well.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 19:48:43 GMT -8
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Post by Mordane on Jul 29, 2017 22:46:45 GMT -8
Mordane addressed the man curtly,"No, and quit your blabbering, I'm starting to get sick of you and your constant talk of succubi." Mordane moved to block him as well as others from the well, but even as he said with such conviction that Nell was fine he did not really know himself. Something seemed off here and the fact he stopped hearing from Nell even though she couldn't have gotten that far down yet was perturbing him even more.
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Mareak
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: Mareak is 23.
Physical Description: Mareak is a hooded figure of an average height and build. His hood covers most of his face, though he has brown eyes and short, messy black hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Mareak has his purple cloak, which is finely woven, and surprisingly durable, embroidered with various magic runes that enhance his spellcasting ability.
Underneath his cloak, he has a rugged leather belt with several hooks to carry a few various objects, such as a waterskin and a small pouch containing spell components.
Mareak carries with him a modest staff made of oak, with a shaft of gold running through the center. This gold acts as an arcane focus, allowing Mareak to channel the various energies of the cosmos into his spells.
He owns a spellbook; a thick, heavy, leather bound tome containing all of his magical knowledge.
Player's online availability : I will be online fairly often, though due to school it may vary.
Registered: Jul 29, 2017 20:19:15 GMT -8
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Post by Mareak on Jul 29, 2017 22:57:22 GMT -8
A figure of average height, in a deep purple cloak nervously approaches the group. In a meek and quiet tone, he asks what is going on here in this town.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 30, 2017 9:03:55 GMT -8
Nel would fall some ways, then stop. It appeared to bounce for a moment, then went out. In the brief moment before the light vanished, however, Nel would see a sort of net stretched across the hole. Stranger still, as the torch fell, it illuminated a ladder built into the side of the hole, going up from the net to the surface. Surely that hadn't been there when she'd begun! As she contemplated this new development, she'd hear a shout from the top of the hole. "Hey! Hey, what are you doing down there? Climb up here! There's a ladder! Guys, there's another one down here!" Nel would recognize the voice as belonging to Ollie, the writer of all things unseemly. [Exit to The Village of Elkcub]
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 30, 2017 9:14:47 GMT -8
Ollie frowned at Mordane, trying to push past him to peek into the hole. Unfortunately, he was rather weak and spindly, and was unable to so much as move the hulking Mordane. "Just because you don't understand fine literature doesn't mean you have to be grouchy all the time. I'm an artist, and people love my work. I don't need your negativity in my life, you critic." If Mordane looked down into the hole, he'd see nobody within. The line was slack, and there was no sign of Nel anywhere around. Ollie continued to struggle against him, chattering about autographs and putting his soul into his writing. Meanwhile, Mareak would be met by a bearded man in a long, hooded robe. The man stared at the mage with wide, bloodshot eyes. "End times are upon us, boy! The voids have begun to appear in the earth. Soon, the trees shall die, for what tree can sustain itself on dairy? Within a week, all the world will have turned to cheese. You must pray with me, boy. Pray, and you shall be saved! Live like a mouse in heaven, as ruler of our new land!"
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Mareak
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: Mareak is 23.
Physical Description: Mareak is a hooded figure of an average height and build. His hood covers most of his face, though he has brown eyes and short, messy black hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Mareak has his purple cloak, which is finely woven, and surprisingly durable, embroidered with various magic runes that enhance his spellcasting ability.
Underneath his cloak, he has a rugged leather belt with several hooks to carry a few various objects, such as a waterskin and a small pouch containing spell components.
Mareak carries with him a modest staff made of oak, with a shaft of gold running through the center. This gold acts as an arcane focus, allowing Mareak to channel the various energies of the cosmos into his spells.
He owns a spellbook; a thick, heavy, leather bound tome containing all of his magical knowledge.
Player's online availability : I will be online fairly often, though due to school it may vary.
Registered: Jul 29, 2017 20:19:15 GMT -8
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Post by Mareak on Jul 31, 2017 3:53:05 GMT -8
Mareaks timid tone quickly turns to one of confusion. "Pardon me, my good sir. I fail to understand exactly what you mean. Cheese? Dairy? Saved?" With all due respect, sir, this doesn't make much sense to me."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Aug 5, 2017 18:47:14 GMT -8
Mareaks timid tone quickly turns to one of confusion. "Pardon me, my good sir. I fail to understand exactly what you mean. Cheese? Dairy? Saved?" With all due respect, sir, this doesn't make much sense to me." The man looked over at Mareak, staring. Despite his wide-open eyes, though, it was doubtful that he was actually seeing anything. "A hole has opened in the earth, my good sir! This can only mean one thing. The prophecy foretold this, warned us of this occurrence! Have you read the scriptures, boy? Do you know the word of our prophet?" He held out a rather smelly little notebook, with some odd-looking scribbles on it in a rather messy script. A fly buzzed around it, and he waved it away. "The world is turning to cheese, my dear boy. You must pray, and you shall be saved."
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Nel
Committed
Climbing a grand tower.
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 17
Physical Description: =====
A tall and slender maiden with brilliant green eyes and straight black hair. The hair hides many of her features but reveals an soft angular jawline, a small delicate nose.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/54Equdc.jpg
The picture shows her equipment well, however lacks her hunting dagger, a length of thin but strong rope, her "junk sack," and herb pouch.
Her quiver contains a number of different arrows with different purposes including armor piercing, grappling, fire arrows, and a limited supply of an enchanted variety.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 10, 2017 2:33:53 GMT -8
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Post by Nel on Sept 23, 2017 15:57:04 GMT -8
Crawling out of the well came Nel. A single hand reached up and grabbed it's lip. With an angry huff she brought a leg up and over and finally rolled out of the hole. She lay there, fully equipped despite her previous state, breathing heavily. She blinked and her eyes returned to green. And there she stayed. Staring up and much more familiar sky wondering what happened. The last thing she remembered was being slammed into from the side.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Sept 24, 2017 9:01:38 GMT -8
In stark contrast to the crowds from earlier, the town square around the well was dead silent. A cool breeze blew through, and crickets chirped happily in the bushes. The town looked the same as the one she'd just left, but felt completely different. There was no tension in the air, no fear from the homes. The houses had their windows open, letting the night breeze into the bedrooms. It was hard to believe that just a moment ago, Nel had been...somewhere. Where had she been, anyways? It was almost like a dream, now...
If she looked around, she'd see a familiar-looking house with lights still on inside. Ollie's house. How did she know that? It was definitely his house, though.
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