Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on May 16, 2019 19:34:12 GMT -8
Pad. Pad. Pad.
The silent padding behind the Fae, always staying out of eyesight. Who was this strange creature? It certainly wasn't among the pantheon of humans who had been bothering his cozy existence with the nice human and his owner.
Pad. Pad. Pad.
No, this one was much more magical, much more attuned with the natural energies of the forest. Just like him.
Pad. Pad. Pad.
Ah, finally what he wanted, a chance to investigate a new room. He followed on the heels of the strange creature, and darted past her feet as she exited the threshold, sanitation be damned. He jumped onto Amairgen's shoulders before landing on the operating table on all four white paws. Big eyes looked at the creature as it asked, "Mrrrow?" before it turned back to the prostrate form on the table, giving it a sniff before it asked again to the room. "Mrrrrrrow?"
A groan slowly erupted from the man on the table, a mixture of drowsiness and pain and magical pain killers. It felt like he had been asleep for twenty minutes after a twenty hour marathon shift, only to be woken up again by the alarm. What kind of Hell was he in. He attempted to speak, but his mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton for months.
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Eira Whittle
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: 22
Physical Description: Eira is a willowy, pale, delicate young lady who seems to be more hair than woman. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple, almost black. She wears a little makeup, mostly to color her lips, but only because she's very fond of purple.
Clothes and Equipment: The young woman usually wears a variety of skirts and blouses except when she's gardening, where the skirts are replaced with breeches and thick boots.
The medicine woman has an intense plethora of equipment, most of which doesn't leave the house. The most prominent and noteworthy of them are the Strings of Fate, a magical item given to her by her mother. Without careful preparation, the Strings of Fate are worthless, but with enough time it allows her to weave obstacles that would be devastating to her enemies by linking butterfly effects around the area that it may touch, causing things like a loose pebble to become a landslide, or letting a stray wind carry poisonous spores into someone's airways.
The Strings of Fate have unlimited applications, but only the trickest ones are the most effective.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 21:19:47 GMT -8
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Post by Eira Whittle on May 17, 2019 19:14:38 GMT -8
The witch turned her head to spot the fae between the bars in the back of her rocking chair. "He is, and he'll get better," she told her with a wink. "And you can call me Eira."
The owlcat had not gone unnoticed by the medicine woman, who was already easing to her feet as he hopped onto the table. She wrapped her hand in a clean rag before placing a hand firmly onto his ribs, easing him away by hugging him to her. "All is fine," she reassured him as she placed him gently on the ground. "But he needs rest."
Standing, Eira gazed down at her patient, watching him wake. Her voice was soft as she decided to speak. "Don't struggle to do anything. You had a really big day today. I'll fetch you some water. Amairgen, watch him for a moment, please? I also need to speak to Keph." She landed her eyes on Kaelie as she passed her. "Might you know where I can find him?"
Of course, the witch knew exactly where the young man was, and she was speaking just loudly enough for him to hear.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on May 20, 2019 20:22:46 GMT -8
Kaelie's act of being disinterested in the occurrences within the operating room lasted for all of a minute until she saw the owlcat zip into the room. Her eyes widened as she look in the elegant form of the creature, feeling him brimming with natural energies and the spirit of the forest. She completely forgot about any pretenses as she listened to what he had to stay, hurrying forward as the witch set him down to pick him up effortlessly and she hugged him to her chest, stroking him adoringly. "I don't know where the boy went. Far from me I hope." She said distractedly in answer to the witch though her sole focus was on the being she cradled.
"Well, hello there beautiful creature. You may know me as Juniper and you can call him an Oaf as that is what he is. Unfortunately we will be staying here for a time." Kaelie told the creature she was cradling as if... she actually had understood the chorus of meows. The truth was she actually had. "What is such a beautiful spirit doing here though? Have the mortals captured you as well? Do you need help?" She asked immediately in concern for the animal in her arms, still stroking him gently.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on May 22, 2019 12:01:02 GMT -8
Eira received a rather dirty glare from the owlcat, as if trying to protest what she had interpreted his mrrows, though it was not near as mean hearted as when he was lifted off the ground. He gave a rather annoyed "Mrrrrrrrrrow," as he was lifted and hugged far too tightly for his liking, especially by a stranger. He thought one should at least introduce themselves and offer him a sniff before assaulting him in such a way.
Though it softened considerably as she quite clearly could understand what he was saying clearly, instead of having to extrapolate like his own oaf Amairgen often had to do. He purred softly as she stroked him, giving his approval now. "Mrrrrrow," he replied, saying Junipers were one of his favorite trees to rub against. And that he was here by choice, he wasn't captured and he was being fed far too well to consider leaving any time soon.
Montag nodded, as the witch's words warbled and distorted as they tried to reach his mind, as if he was trying to listen to someone while underwater. He could little more as his dry mouth would refuse to form anything other than a groan, which he did again.
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Eira Whittle
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: 22
Physical Description: Eira is a willowy, pale, delicate young lady who seems to be more hair than woman. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple, almost black. She wears a little makeup, mostly to color her lips, but only because she's very fond of purple.
Clothes and Equipment: The young woman usually wears a variety of skirts and blouses except when she's gardening, where the skirts are replaced with breeches and thick boots.
The medicine woman has an intense plethora of equipment, most of which doesn't leave the house. The most prominent and noteworthy of them are the Strings of Fate, a magical item given to her by her mother. Without careful preparation, the Strings of Fate are worthless, but with enough time it allows her to weave obstacles that would be devastating to her enemies by linking butterfly effects around the area that it may touch, causing things like a loose pebble to become a landslide, or letting a stray wind carry poisonous spores into someone's airways.
The Strings of Fate have unlimited applications, but only the trickest ones are the most effective.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 21:19:47 GMT -8
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Post by Eira Whittle on May 23, 2019 14:52:57 GMT -8
Eira was lead up the stairs following Keph's footsteps. He had left no debris or prints behind, but the witch and her house had become well acquainted in the last few weeks, and while there were still secrets to dig out, a little tattling was happily shared.
As she crawled into the attic she was at once assaulted by a cloud of dust. She rubbed her face in her sleeve to stifle a sneeze and pushed herself out the window. She looked left, then right, before finding the sulking, white-haired lad laid down on his back.
"There you are," the witch said, balancing her boots carefully on the tile, arms spread out to the side. She plopped right down next to him and proceeded to wipe her hands with the washcloth she'd picked up. "A rather nice day out. I almost missed it. I didn't know you were such an enthusiastic greeter," she teased.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on May 24, 2019 6:27:34 GMT -8
"Such a smart being you are then." Kaelie mused as she lightly scratched behind an ear tuft, smoothing his feathered fur back with her thumb. If the fireman actually had a sense of consciousness, he'd be shocked to see she could be so gentle with another being, especially knowing the destruction she was oh so capable of. "I can't understand why you'd chose to be with them than being free in the forest but it is certainly better than the situation I've found myself in." She said with a soft sigh, rolling her eyes as she heard the human moaning. She walked to the corner of the room to find the pitcher of water there and she shoved it at the other human there.
"I think the Oaf wants something to drink. Give it to him." The fae said gruffly to the man before turning back to the owlcat. "Excuse me as I borrow your human then."
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Amairgen Llyr
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 28
Physical Description: While other druids may abstain from the use of razors or soap to bring them closer to nature, that is not the style of Amairgen Llyr. His blond facial hair is shaved except for a thick mustache perched upon his full lips. He wears his blond hair short on the sides and long on the top, slicking it back when he had supplies, otherwise it naturally parts on the left side of his head. His bright green eyes contrast with the natural green of the forest.
Amairgen is tall at 6’ 5”, and lithely built, which hides his true strength. His skin is weathered from his life in the outdoors, but usually pale from spending most his time in the forest. His arms and hands are scarred from a variety of encounters with wild animals that turned out to be not so friendly.
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Clothes and Equipment: Armairgen is clothed to blend in with the forest, as his color pallete is mostly browns and greens. He wears a brown bycocket on his head, with a hawk’s feather pinned to the left side with a badge in the shape of a poppy flower.
He wears a thick cotton button up shirt with short sleeves, forest green in color. His shorts are of the same fabric, held up with a thick brown leather belt. His leather boots come to his ankles, exposing the thick green woolen socks that nearly come to his knees, which are held in their place by twine.
He carries a canvas pack on his shoulders, which carries most of his necessary supplies. Rope, soap, a comb, a needle and thread, whet stones, flints, double baked bread, a small Dutch oven for cooking, a set of cutlery, extra socks and underwear all find a place in the canvas, with a bedroll on the outside.
In his belt he carries a hunting knife, which he keeps sharp, and a round canteen to carry water. A pocket knife in always in his breast pocket. He keeps a walking stick nearly as tall as himself in hand, made of beechwood, and with a small leather wrapping emblazoned with runes.
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Registered: Dec 28, 2017 15:08:54 GMT -8
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Post by Amairgen Llyr on May 24, 2019 19:13:54 GMT -8
Clyde let Kaelie in on a little secret as he "Mrrrrrow" to her, the purring warbling the vocalization in his throat. Being with humans was a compromise worth making if it meant he had a warm place to lay in the winter, and never having to go scavenging for food if he didn't want to. Which he occasionally would still do, just to keep himself sharp. Besides, if he offered to share it with the humans they knew he was pitching in too.
The scout had been watching the two interact from his spot on the ground, not bothering to get up because he was still exhausted from his outside work and now this. It seemed there was no end of the work to be had. Especially with one as feisty as this now apparently staying with them on top of the young lad. Things were certainly not looking up for his quiet existence.
Still, he uttered no word of protest as he pushed himself up off the floor, and walked over to a basin and pitcher full of lukewarm water. Mainly because he felt so awkward being in a room with two strangers, especially with one that co-opted his one ally it seemed. He also grabbed a clean rag, and soaked it in the basin as he poured the pitcher out, and the last bit of it into a wooden cup. Carrying both over he gently dabbed the cloth around the fireman's lips, trying to stir him to some form of wakefulness. Didn't want to pour the cup of water down his throat and drown the poor man, he had already been through enough.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on May 25, 2019 23:38:57 GMT -8
"A rather nice day out. I almost missed it. I didn't know you were such an enthusiastic greeter."
Keph’s legs jerked, startled by the voice. Crack. He was quick to check who was addressing him - oh, the witch. Initially, he looked away and pouted. Yet, he wasn’t sure if she was nimble enough to climb out the window as he was. So, after releasing a loud sigh to display his discontent, he stood and walked over to Eira, who found herself halfway out the window. Crack. Yet, just as he did, the tile beneath his foot broke in two. Damn this house’s decrepit state.
He landed face first into a different tile, scratching up his cheek, and drawing some blood. Yet, Keph was more than used to falling, and was able to hold onto a hole in the roof and keeping himself secure, until he managed to get back on both his feet. It hadn’t been nearly as close of a call as it might’ve appeared from Eira's perspective, but the sudden scare, and the sting of the gnash on his cheek was more than enough to shake Keph out of his petty brooding.
He gave her a hand, this time keeping his form low and being far more cautious with where he placed his feet. Firmly grabbing her arms, he hoisted her onto the roof, aiding her ascent, before patting any dust off of her arms.
The young man to pulled out his trusty notebook and relayed his thoughts: “Greeting a Fire Cultist in any other way would’ve likely not gone well.” Keph wrote down.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on May 26, 2019 20:25:41 GMT -8
Kaelie sighed at that walking a bit away to stroke the owl cat in peace and so the humans wouldn't be able to hear them as well. She sat on the floor, setting him in her lap as she continued to stroke him. "Perhaps I'd have a different opinion if I actually had a choice in whether I stayed with them or not. Or if I was required to stay in the domiciles or not. But as it stands now, I'm a prisoner to my own words and that oaf laid out on the table currently is my warden." She muttered with a soft sigh.
"When I first saw him, I'd thought he wasn't a awful sight. Especially with the eyes. So he'd be a welcome addition to our ranks, but then he apprehended me quite violently... And you see me as I am today." She said with a heavy sigh, leaning back against a wall she'd chosen to be up against.
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Eira Whittle
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: 22
Physical Description: Eira is a willowy, pale, delicate young lady who seems to be more hair than woman. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple, almost black. She wears a little makeup, mostly to color her lips, but only because she's very fond of purple.
Clothes and Equipment: The young woman usually wears a variety of skirts and blouses except when she's gardening, where the skirts are replaced with breeches and thick boots.
The medicine woman has an intense plethora of equipment, most of which doesn't leave the house. The most prominent and noteworthy of them are the Strings of Fate, a magical item given to her by her mother. Without careful preparation, the Strings of Fate are worthless, but with enough time it allows her to weave obstacles that would be devastating to her enemies by linking butterfly effects around the area that it may touch, causing things like a loose pebble to become a landslide, or letting a stray wind carry poisonous spores into someone's airways.
The Strings of Fate have unlimited applications, but only the trickest ones are the most effective.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 21:19:47 GMT -8
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Post by Eira Whittle on May 27, 2019 11:04:18 GMT -8
The witch yelped Keph's name as she watched him topple over from the snapped tile. Before she was able to scramble to his aid, he was already up and helping her get to her feet. Puzzled, Eira blinked several times before studying the gash on his cheek.
As he answered her, she debated on what to reply with. There were so many things to say after everything that had happened. He thought the man was a fire cultist? The thought made her laugh!
Bringing her wrist to her mouth, she attempted to hide her grin, but it shone brightly in her eyes. "So you don't reserve that greeting for just anyone! I think I understand a little more now. For what it's worth, his job is to qualm fires, not start them. Your concern isn't wasted, however, we are safe here. For as long as we're in this house, you can leave the protection up to me. That includes looking after you. Speaking of which-" She reached for Keph's cheek so that she could turn his head to look at the gash. "We need to get that patched up."
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on May 27, 2019 13:11:18 GMT -8
Clyde purred heartily as she continued to pet him, telling her that he did indeed like being held... even if he had protested such a hasty choice she had decided on earlier. He let out a soft "mrrow" to let her know he understood, and then closed his eyes as if he was going to sleep. Which quite possibly was what he was doing, but it belied him sending over a little bit of his essence to her, as if trying to impart how happy he felt at the moment to her.
Montag greatly appreciated the first drops of water on his lips, trickling into his mouth with a sweetness and a refreshing nature he had drank up eagerly. He was used to his mouth being dry, full of the flavors of smoke and embers and the burning of homes, and the first drink of water was always the sweetest afterwards. It was a sensation he would never tire of, the rest of his days.
Slowly, his eyes began to open, and with blurry vision began to take in his surroundings. It seemed whoever had set up shop here... Lyra Spittle? Erin Dittle? was certainly in the healing business, which made him guess that at least his luck so far that day had panned out to be neutral instead of all bad. He attempted to sit up, but was instead pushed down by big hands and a soft voice, barely more than a whisper, "Take your time, don't want to injure anything else in haste."
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on May 27, 2019 21:52:36 GMT -8
Kaelie relaxed gradually having the creature of nature in her lap and sharing some of it's essence with her. It was a source of much needed comfort- rooting her to the moment and helping relax her mind a bit. As well as not being surrounded for miles by human disturbance. She could already feel her mood improving the longer she pet the owl cat, feeling him breathing and his heart beating against her thighs. She hadn't noticed her eyes had fallen shut till they opened seeing the large blond man pushing her warden back down onto the wooden slab.
"I'd really rather not have to lug you around all broken and battered so fix yourself if you don't mind." Kaelie grumbled before focusing back on her avian-feline companion affectionately. She rubbed gently under his chin, giving him light scritches.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on May 30, 2019 18:29:18 GMT -8
Clyde was greatly appreciating being cuddled by the Fae as well, though it was no snub on his own human. They cuddled often enough, but sometimes it felt good to switch things up a bit. Besides, the Fae's claws were sharper than the Druid's and could really get into his really itchy spot. He craned his neck a bit, wobbling his head back and forth as Kaelie scratched, letting her know where exactly her attention was needed.
Montag had to accept that he wasn't going anywhere for the near future at least, though his vision wasn't swimming as much so he could more clearly study his surroundings from his place on his stomach and chest. He spotted the Fae and the owlcat, and what normally would be something of a heart warming scene only made him irritated from her jabbing. For God's sake, he had gotten her out of a hopeless situation and was trying his best damnit! What more did she want from him, the impossible?
He retorted none too softly, his voice groggy and husky from the lingering effects of the magic, "Yes, I'll be sure to do that, because I can clearly see that you're too busy. Lucky for you that I wasn't when I helped heal you in your cell."
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Jun 2, 2019 18:02:56 GMT -8
Kaelie's hand stilled where it had been petting the owl cat, a bright silver blush covering her freckled cheeks and the tips of her ears. So much for the improving mood. Like a thunderstorm rolling into a sunny grassland her mood dampened and thundered ominously. What did the human expect from her? To be throwing herself at his bedside in concern?! He was her warden. She was his prisoner. Her comment had been her way of telling the idiot to stay in his damn bed, she didn't need for him to be more of a weight on her- both mentally and physically.
She set aside the owl cat who no doubt was eager to spring from her lap as her green eyes darkened considerably, her form tense as she got back to her feet. "I did not ask for you to defile me with your energy human. You were the one who put me in that state to begin with. Do not pretend you are anything more than an accomplice to injustice, murderers, and torturers. So excuse me if I am not throwing myself at the bedside of my warden. I am too busy trying to recover and deal with this humiliation of being bound to a base creature like you!" She burst out, her pony tails completely aflame by this point. She huffed heavily, blowing smoke from her nostrils like an angry dragon. She would have set his bedsheets on fire but already the choker she wore was choking her, sending warning bursts of magic into her to keep it in check. It only enraged her further but bound to her word as she was she merely whipped around, stomping out of the room. She left flaming footsteps in her wake as she grabbed the door knob, turning it red as her body temperature spiked.
"Careful what words come out of that mouth of yours oh protector of mine. You could choke." Her words were mocking- dripping in sarcasm and derision. In the next moment she was gone, slamming the door behind her, cracking it slightly, the door knob still bright red and smoking her footsteps retreating away in the house.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Jun 4, 2019 12:53:23 GMT -8
Somewhere, somehow in his heavily addled mind, he knew he had made a mistake. Where it was, he wasn't quite sure.
Perhaps it had been when he had decided to ride along for that call since he wasn't required to do so. But he knew he couldn't leave his men on the lurch like that, so it wasn't there. Perhaps when he had gone down to the square to join in the interrogations; if he had left it to the professionals he certainly wouldn't be here either. But then again if he wasn't present then there probably would be more Fae attacks and a general uprising that would claim so much more when she died in their custody.
Finally he decided it was when he had fallen asleep when she had drifted off on him as a pillow. That was where this all went awry. He had signed the documents to become her ward sure, but he had no knowledge on how to act, or how to let her know he was here to protect her. He had signed because he was certain if he didn't he would be drug in front of a grand jury and convicted of acts he had no heart to commit.
All he wanted was to prevent her losing her life unnecessarily, but apparently he could not communicate that well, or maybe she didn't care. All he knew was that he was stuck with no way out. Literally because the door knob would take some time to cool. Figuratively... that was much harder to explain.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Jun 9, 2019 12:17:34 GMT -8
Kaelie stomped through the house, leaving a trail of footsteps that smoldered in her wake. She made her way to the front door of the little cottage before she felt the collar begin to tighten around her neck warning her of the consequences if she were to go much further. She let out a growl of frustration again as she dropped onto the porch, fire flaring up all around her and leaving black ash in a ring around her. Indigination coursed through her still as she sat on the porch. He acted as if she owed him. She owed him nothing. She'd become little more than his pet. Her. An ancient force that could not hope to ever be fully understood or respected with a human's embarrassingly small comprehension of the world. She pulled her knees up to her chest and huffed again, smoke piping out of her nostrils. "Wretched beings. The lot of them." She muttered under her breath looking out at the natural world just out of her reach.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Jun 18, 2019 21:37:03 GMT -8
Keph scratched the side of his head. He squinted his eyes as the cogs in his head quite apparently start turning. He tapped his chin. No, no, that couldn’t be right. Tap. Tap. Tap. He snapped his fingers and pointed at Eira, the young man displaying confidence that he had a winning argument. Eira clearly being too naive to recognise danger.
“A Fire-man someone who fights fires? Why not use a name such as a ‘firefighter’. Besides, there is no fire here.” said his argument-winning note.
Keph frowned and put his hands to his hips. Her take care of him? The thought was a tad belittling, as Keph was clearly more than competent enough to take care of himself! His face scrunched up and his frown grew deeper, the wound stinging heavily as Eira pushed a digit against it.
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Eira Whittle
Committed
Roleplay posts: 93
Age: 22
Physical Description: Eira is a willowy, pale, delicate young lady who seems to be more hair than woman. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple, almost black. She wears a little makeup, mostly to color her lips, but only because she's very fond of purple.
Clothes and Equipment: The young woman usually wears a variety of skirts and blouses except when she's gardening, where the skirts are replaced with breeches and thick boots.
The medicine woman has an intense plethora of equipment, most of which doesn't leave the house. The most prominent and noteworthy of them are the Strings of Fate, a magical item given to her by her mother. Without careful preparation, the Strings of Fate are worthless, but with enough time it allows her to weave obstacles that would be devastating to her enemies by linking butterfly effects around the area that it may touch, causing things like a loose pebble to become a landslide, or letting a stray wind carry poisonous spores into someone's airways.
The Strings of Fate have unlimited applications, but only the trickest ones are the most effective.
Registered: Jan 13, 2018 21:19:47 GMT -8
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Post by Eira Whittle on Jul 4, 2019 7:59:09 GMT -8
"He's not here for a fire, Keph," the woman laughed, leading the young man inside. Through the window and the attic, then down the stairs into the hallway, sharp left all the way to the end where everyone was spending their time.
"How is our patient doing?" the witch asked, eying her company. She mouthed a silent 'thank you' to Amairgen and looked for a clean soaked rag to clean off Keph's gash with. There were enough medicines lying around, too potent for the boy's gnarly injury, but she did find a clean, water-soaked cloth somewhere in the mess. She smelled it briefly to absolutely make sure it wasn't doused in anything else before skittering up to Keph and pointing him towards a chair.
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Amairgen Llyr
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 28
Physical Description: While other druids may abstain from the use of razors or soap to bring them closer to nature, that is not the style of Amairgen Llyr. His blond facial hair is shaved except for a thick mustache perched upon his full lips. He wears his blond hair short on the sides and long on the top, slicking it back when he had supplies, otherwise it naturally parts on the left side of his head. His bright green eyes contrast with the natural green of the forest.
Amairgen is tall at 6’ 5”, and lithely built, which hides his true strength. His skin is weathered from his life in the outdoors, but usually pale from spending most his time in the forest. His arms and hands are scarred from a variety of encounters with wild animals that turned out to be not so friendly.
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Clothes and Equipment: Armairgen is clothed to blend in with the forest, as his color pallete is mostly browns and greens. He wears a brown bycocket on his head, with a hawk’s feather pinned to the left side with a badge in the shape of a poppy flower.
He wears a thick cotton button up shirt with short sleeves, forest green in color. His shorts are of the same fabric, held up with a thick brown leather belt. His leather boots come to his ankles, exposing the thick green woolen socks that nearly come to his knees, which are held in their place by twine.
He carries a canvas pack on his shoulders, which carries most of his necessary supplies. Rope, soap, a comb, a needle and thread, whet stones, flints, double baked bread, a small Dutch oven for cooking, a set of cutlery, extra socks and underwear all find a place in the canvas, with a bedroll on the outside.
In his belt he carries a hunting knife, which he keeps sharp, and a round canteen to carry water. A pocket knife in always in his breast pocket. He keeps a walking stick nearly as tall as himself in hand, made of beechwood, and with a small leather wrapping emblazoned with runes.
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Registered: Dec 28, 2017 15:08:54 GMT -8
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Post by Amairgen Llyr on Jul 4, 2019 16:41:19 GMT -8
Amairgen was was rather glad he had the excuse of being a near mute, from choice of course, when we watched the two strangers hash it out. And even though he always felt awkward around others, the room became intolerable when the yelling started. It would have been so easy to cut and run to the ever widening cottage, trying to get out of the room of overfilling emotions.
But he had a duty to stay by his patient, he had implicitly promised Eira that he would even if he didn’t say as much. So he stayed and thought of happy thoughts. Time in the forest, bathing in a cool pond on a hot summer day, sleeping under the stars. All of this while alone of course. In no way was he joined by another enchanting person, who though while dark had the brightest smile, the easiest of laughs...
He nearly jumped when he was woken from his daydreams by the slamming of the door. He was surprised to see the handle glowing and little waves of heat climbing heavenwards. Grabbing the basin, he dumped it on the handle, being greeted by a sizzling and steam. He spent the next few minutes cleaning the water, and making sure the handle wouldn’t hurt anyone. Finally he stood up, and not a moment too soon as Eira walked through the door.
“Swell,” he replied laconically for the patient, who appeared to not be in the talking mood at the moment.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Jul 15, 2019 18:18:49 GMT -8
If he wasn’t here for a fire, Keph wasn’t quite sure why someone who’s sole duty is to fight them would be doing there. The young man rolled his eyes and figured he shouldn’t pretend to understand the odd things the cosmopolitan people of Isra did, as they rarely did make sense to him.
He followed Eira back through the window, helping the less acrobatically gifted woman, making sure she didn’t end up injuring herself. They walked down the stairs and finally wandered into the room where they were keeping the man he so stunningly defeated.
He let Eira go in first and after peeking his head in to make sure the coast was clear (and that the man he had lethally wounded was in no shape to force him to do so again) he crossed his arms and then too walked in, giving the folk in there a timid wave.
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