Manisha
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 30
Physical Description: Manisha is a handsome, broad-shouldered woman with strong features and bronze skin. She's got a wide smile and thin lips.
Her hair is thick and wavy, often decorated with jewelry and headdresses. She has quite a few piercings in her ears, and enjoys wearing bright colors.
She's a little tall for a woman- nearly six feet- but not unnaturally so.
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Clothes and Equipment: Manisha, like many from Giant's Hand, wears very colorful, heavy clothing in the form of wool and cotton. Fur scarves and hoods are also common in her wardrobe, along with well crafted, hardy boots for travel.
She carries a chakram that is enchanted to come back to be called back to whoever wears the ring it is bound to after it is thrown. The woman also favors a round wicker shield.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 22, 2018 14:09:27 GMT -8
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Post by Manisha on Apr 28, 2019 18:50:44 GMT -8
The woman stretched her smile thin. "Trouble is rife here. It seems empty, sure... but this place is filled with life. Especially people. Political assassinations are particularly popular this year. The tribes are pushing and pulling for power, and one tribe is rising faster than any other has in the past, so here I am, making sure they're not trying to wipe out Toragana's only neutral ground."
"Now... how about you tell me a little about this place further north? I can't say I've heard of it."
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Einhver Annar
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Entirely clad in white armor ornately decorated with gold and various pink and blue highlights. Her lower half is covered in a light grey combat dress that hardly hinders her movement. Two pairs of similar golden and white wings remain folded up upon her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her body is made of a durable armor crafted in the forges of Eldavél, and leaves little to no gaps to exploit as weaknesses. She typically carries a magic broadsword capable of hitting things on both the astral and physical plane, and can summon in various other magic weapons.
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Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 7:20:53 GMT -8
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Post by Einhver Annar on Apr 30, 2019 10:11:02 GMT -8
Einhver brought a hand up to her chin in thought. “That’s unfortunate.” She said upon hearing of the state of Toragan, and paused before continuing. “My homeland goes by the name of Ískaldur, and I wouldn’t expect many would know of it. It has stayed isolated for a long while, as many of its people believed that everything else had been wiped out by the catastrophe centuries ago. Obviously that’s not the case.” She let out a small chuckle. “But that’s what they believed, and so they created and populated a handful of cities across the icy expanse. I can’t say that it’s been troubled with the issues of politics for a while, although I reside far from Ískaldur’s center and my duties keep me busy.”
She stopped to think. “My people used to be warriors and raiders, and although they have since not had a reason to take up arms I believe they would be quick to remember. If you require assistance in anything do not be afraid to ask.”
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Manisha
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 30
Physical Description: Manisha is a handsome, broad-shouldered woman with strong features and bronze skin. She's got a wide smile and thin lips.
Her hair is thick and wavy, often decorated with jewelry and headdresses. She has quite a few piercings in her ears, and enjoys wearing bright colors.
She's a little tall for a woman- nearly six feet- but not unnaturally so.
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Clothes and Equipment: Manisha, like many from Giant's Hand, wears very colorful, heavy clothing in the form of wool and cotton. Fur scarves and hoods are also common in her wardrobe, along with well crafted, hardy boots for travel.
She carries a chakram that is enchanted to come back to be called back to whoever wears the ring it is bound to after it is thrown. The woman also favors a round wicker shield.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 22, 2018 14:09:27 GMT -8
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Post by Manisha on May 5, 2019 15:52:26 GMT -8
"Your duties. And what might those entail?" Manisha inquired, catching her arm between her blade and her hip. Her shoulders slacked. She did listen to what else the Outlander had to say. She certainly had some interesting pieces of information about her homeland, this Ískaldur. It seems they harbored similar beliefs to the people of Toragana.
"We are swiftly finding that not to be true, as well," she told Einhver. "The people here have done the very same. If you truly think we are worthy of your help, I do think you should speak to my governor, Sarita-Sonam. There is only so much I can do on the side of politics. I am but a champion and a fighter. Let her know that I have sent you. She will be more inclined to let you into the gates that way."
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Einhver Annar
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Entirely clad in white armor ornately decorated with gold and various pink and blue highlights. Her lower half is covered in a light grey combat dress that hardly hinders her movement. Two pairs of similar golden and white wings remain folded up upon her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her body is made of a durable armor crafted in the forges of Eldavél, and leaves little to no gaps to exploit as weaknesses. She typically carries a magic broadsword capable of hitting things on both the astral and physical plane, and can summon in various other magic weapons.
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Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 7:20:53 GMT -8
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Post by Einhver Annar on May 5, 2019 19:13:22 GMT -8
"I'm tasked with watching over Hafnarhöfn and keeping records of what goes in and out of its ports." Her shoulders drooped slightly, and she shifts her stance. "Somebody must get it done, and I happened to be the one chosen." After an uncomfortable pause she returned to her previous posture and continued, seeming to have regained a bit of energy. "The survival of of this neutral territory would help us both, balance would remain in your land and my home can begin to make allies and possibly participate in some much needed trade." She bows her head in gratitude. "I thank you for your time, and as you suggest I'll go to speak to your governor, Sarita-Sonam about these matters." She takes a few steps back as her pairs of wings unfolded from her back. "Farewell Manisha, Chosen Champion of the Giant's Hand. May we meet again." She exclaims, before departing with a heavy flap of her wings and a small flurry of snow.
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Shyv'ahna Tes'laya
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 27
Physical Description: Shyv'ahna, or Ahna for short, is an Av' nomad woman, standing at 180cm (6ft) tall. Though tall for a woman, she is infact the average for most Av' women.
She has light lavender skin, intersected by light, feint tattoos that glow while using magic, her eyes are golden, and her hair a very dark purple.
She adorns herself with jewellery, specifically gold caps to her horns, silver and golden rings, two on the right side of her bottom lip, four in her right ear, and one through her septum that links with her bottom ear ring.
Her body type is strong through years of patient training and practice with her weapon, and covered, much like her face, in tattoos and the occasional scar.
She's a plains Av'rae, meaning she has a, what some would consider, original form the the Av, without much of a regional change. Her bowed legs end in regular Av' feet, and her horns curl around her ears.
Clothes and Equipment: Ahna uses medium armour. Leather, light scaled metal, and chainmail make up the most of her outfit, but all under a dark blue poncho, adorned with golden stitching and traditional Av'rae patterns that dance across its light blue trim.
Her armour consists of a chain vest and a scaled skirt that reaches her knees around the back and sides, leaving the front open, starting at her belt and fanning out. Over the chain vest, she usually wears a leather corset to keep it in place.
Her weapon is a bardiche, a two handed pole weapon with a long, curved blade attached to the top. The curve ends just over the pole, allowing her to chop and stab, should she need to.
Her backup weapon is a long dagger she had acquired from a far off land, its blade curved even more so than her bardiche.
Allegiances: To the Av'rae people.
Registered: Aug 5, 2019 18:29:08 GMT -8
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Post by Shyv'ahna Tes'laya on Aug 18, 2019 0:15:38 GMT -8
The Giant’s Vein gorge, one of the more treacherous roads to traverse on the continent of Toragana, but one someone has to cross to reach the west coast, and from there onwards to other frontiers. For an experienced traveller, however, it's a challenge few would say no to.
The long, winding roads through the snow-covered mountains had taken days to navigate, and for a novice it would take even longer since most have a tendency to get lost. However, getting lost for a certain Av’ just doesn’t happen, and if it does? Well that’s just part of a longer adventure, but the destination is almost always the same.
On the last leg of the long and winding road sits a small cart hooked up to a daydreaming donkey, just off the main road and out of the way and at the foot of a winding path that cuts through the rocky formations that surround this part of the road. The donkey itself idly chews on a carrot that sticks out of the snow, so the owner couldn’t be too far, and considering the condition of the cart and the bright red, blue, and green blanket that covers the donkey, the owner isn’t a stranger to this kind of path.
The wind that had blasted the mountains these past few days had almost completely subsided, bringing a serenity to the valley, leaving the air free of noise, other than the odd rock falling loose and echoing against the surrounding mountain sides as it clatters to the bottom of the valley. The silence is peaceful, at least.
Through the small winding path, one would find an opening to a small outlook, bathed in sunlight, that looks out over the vast western side of Toragana, its location passed around by experienced travellers and known for the beautiful view. In the sunlight that beams through the clouds on high is a woman, Av’rae no doubt.
The woman stands facing the opening, but on one bowed leg, her strange Av’ boot pressed into the snow. The other leg is lifted, with the sole of the boot against her knee. One arm is pulled in just under her chest with her palm facing up, while the other is held just in front of her face, with her index and middle fingers pointed up towards the sky, parallel to her nose.
She mostly wears what you would expect of a traveller; good quality boots, loose but comfy pants, armored with a light, platemail skirt, split down the middle for mobility. Her form is mostly wrapped in a deep blue poncho, adorned with golden stitching in various, intricate Av’ designs that loop and swirl around themselves, and dancing along the darker blue trim. However, through the folds, one may notice a leather corset strapped around a somewhat loose chainmail vest.
Her face is in deep focus, eyes closed and brows relaxed. She’s rather pretty, actually, from what anyone could tell with her hand in the way. Her skin is light purple and her hair an almost black, at least the parts that could be seen under her hood. Various pieces of gold would distract the eye, however, most notably two small rings that pierce her right side bottom lip, and one through her septum that connects into the hood, probably her left ear, with a golden chain.
Her horns slip through cuts in the hood and roll backwards before pointing ahead once again, not unlike a ram, that end in golden caps. To an Av’ they would be fairly average, but to the layman they would likely be quite impressive.
Perhaps most notably, are the bright, light blue lines that glow brilliantly across her face. The bright tattoos swirl around each other, not too unlike the designs on her poncho, and pulse ever so slightly with each breath.
The reason may become clear with the sight of a small light suspended just above her index finger, fed by a steady, sustained arc of lightning that emanates from her finger tip, occasionally sparking off silent arcs that go towards her jewelry, but it doesn’t seem to bother her.
Finally, she is far from unarmed, at her hip sits an ornate dagger, its blade curved in its sheath and its pommel adorned by a ruby, surrounded by gold, and within arms reach, sticking from the snow, sits a Bardiche, a bladed pole weapon, with its axe-like blade curving up and over the end of the pole to create a stabbing point. If this woman is able to use this weapon with any efficiency, it would be unwise to cross her.
Regardless, she seems cut off from the world, with the sun to her back and the winding path in front of her. What is she doing though? Meditating? Praying? The Av’ can be mysterious, so much so that some would actually consider it some kind of power nap.
The donkey continues to chomp on his carrot without a care to what’s going on around him. Mmm. Donkey day dreams. What would they even be of? Carrots and prancing in grassy meadows, one would assume…
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Manisha
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 30
Physical Description: Manisha is a handsome, broad-shouldered woman with strong features and bronze skin. She's got a wide smile and thin lips.
Her hair is thick and wavy, often decorated with jewelry and headdresses. She has quite a few piercings in her ears, and enjoys wearing bright colors.
She's a little tall for a woman- nearly six feet- but not unnaturally so.
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Clothes and Equipment: Manisha, like many from Giant's Hand, wears very colorful, heavy clothing in the form of wool and cotton. Fur scarves and hoods are also common in her wardrobe, along with well crafted, hardy boots for travel.
She carries a chakram that is enchanted to come back to be called back to whoever wears the ring it is bound to after it is thrown. The woman also favors a round wicker shield.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 22, 2018 14:09:27 GMT -8
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Post by Manisha on Sept 10, 2019 19:35:28 GMT -8
The early days of winter had laden the world with frost. The Champion's footsteps crunched beneath her, echoing through the gorge. Heavy furs kept the woman warm, wrapping around her head in a cowl and ending in a sweeping coat. The mottled gray pattern blended her with the snow-speckled rocks, just like the big cats that roamed around the area. One might wonder how such a large pelt was acquired.
After one attempt at her life in Giant's Vein, the warrior was wary. Her eyes shifted around every turn and ledge, expecting another assassin to leap out with a flurry of knives.
As she took a corner, the Champion perked a brow at the donkey and the cart. She briefly eyed the area. Where had its owner gone? Were they relieving themselves? Or perhaps this was some ambush.
The woman pinched her brow, letting out a breath. Surely not. This area was out of the way. Why would they plant a trap here? Paranoia was quite a haunting experience, but she was sure it would be her savior in the months to come before the war started.
With one arm brandishing her shield, she moved through the path and let it guide her. She didn't travel this one much, but she was familiar with it. Just beyond lay the most gorgeous-
The warrior stopped, foot hovering above the ground. Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed upon this... purple... purple? She had seen the color many times in dye, but never on the skin. Perhaps her eyes were tricking her? She had been patrolling for hours and scarcely gave herself time to eat or rest, but those horns, they weren't like the ones that could be seen on the mountain centaurs that called this place home.
She grabbed her cowl and pulled it back, revealing her dark hair braided around her head, framing her sharp, elven features.
"Hello," she greeted, giving the traveler before her a thin smile. "It's not often that travelers find their way in this special little nook."
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Shyv'ahna Tes'laya
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 27
Physical Description: Shyv'ahna, or Ahna for short, is an Av' nomad woman, standing at 180cm (6ft) tall. Though tall for a woman, she is infact the average for most Av' women.
She has light lavender skin, intersected by light, feint tattoos that glow while using magic, her eyes are golden, and her hair a very dark purple.
She adorns herself with jewellery, specifically gold caps to her horns, silver and golden rings, two on the right side of her bottom lip, four in her right ear, and one through her septum that links with her bottom ear ring.
Her body type is strong through years of patient training and practice with her weapon, and covered, much like her face, in tattoos and the occasional scar.
She's a plains Av'rae, meaning she has a, what some would consider, original form the the Av, without much of a regional change. Her bowed legs end in regular Av' feet, and her horns curl around her ears.
Clothes and Equipment: Ahna uses medium armour. Leather, light scaled metal, and chainmail make up the most of her outfit, but all under a dark blue poncho, adorned with golden stitching and traditional Av'rae patterns that dance across its light blue trim.
Her armour consists of a chain vest and a scaled skirt that reaches her knees around the back and sides, leaving the front open, starting at her belt and fanning out. Over the chain vest, she usually wears a leather corset to keep it in place.
Her weapon is a bardiche, a two handed pole weapon with a long, curved blade attached to the top. The curve ends just over the pole, allowing her to chop and stab, should she need to.
Her backup weapon is a long dagger she had acquired from a far off land, its blade curved even more so than her bardiche.
Allegiances: To the Av'rae people.
Registered: Aug 5, 2019 18:29:08 GMT -8
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Post by Shyv'ahna Tes'laya on Sept 10, 2019 20:24:57 GMT -8
The Av’ seems completely focused as she’s discovered, though she could feel the presence of whoever had joined her. What was their intention? To rob her? No, they would have gone for the cart, of course, though there wasn’t anything of much value there to take. So perhaps their intention was more to do with her? Well, they would be in for a rude awakening if they think they can get the best of her.
The voice cuts her connection to whatever she was doing though, making her muscles tense for just a moment. The Av’ takes a deep breath and releases it before opening her golden eyes to spot whoever had joined her. A warrior? Well, she isn’t one to judge a book by its cover, but the last warrior who was so well equipped that she had met had severely underestimated her. Though, instead of asking for gold or anything else unsavoury, she had given her a mere greeting.
“Hello,” Shyv’Ahna replies, looking her over again. She doesn’t seem to move for a small moment, but then her fingers shift, instead of pointing straight up, they point towards the stranger. The spark of lightning magic wisps through the air like a dragonfly, before zipping in circles around Manisha, like some sort of fairy. Not only does it fly like one, it seems to have a mischievous streak as it reels back and lunges towards the warrior’s rump, delivering a small static shock.
The Av’ smirks and firmly plants two feet on the ground as the glowing tattoos fade with her magic. “It isn’t polite to interrupt someone’s meditations,” she says before smiling, revealing a set of white teeth. At least that is normal. “But I forgive you.” She takes her bardiche out of the snow and holds it close to her side as she peers out over the valley beyond. “It is a beautiful spot,” she comments. “Very… open, much different to the road here.” Her attention shifts back to the other woman. “Not many? I am not surprised. If they did, it would be the perfect spot for a bar, no?”
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Manisha
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 30
Physical Description: Manisha is a handsome, broad-shouldered woman with strong features and bronze skin. She's got a wide smile and thin lips.
Her hair is thick and wavy, often decorated with jewelry and headdresses. She has quite a few piercings in her ears, and enjoys wearing bright colors.
She's a little tall for a woman- nearly six feet- but not unnaturally so.
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Clothes and Equipment: Manisha, like many from Giant's Hand, wears very colorful, heavy clothing in the form of wool and cotton. Fur scarves and hoods are also common in her wardrobe, along with well crafted, hardy boots for travel.
She carries a chakram that is enchanted to come back to be called back to whoever wears the ring it is bound to after it is thrown. The woman also favors a round wicker shield.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 22, 2018 14:09:27 GMT -8
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Post by Manisha on Sept 13, 2019 18:09:59 GMT -8
Manisha sank back on her feet when the magic whipped through the air. Though she wasn't a spellweaver herself, the elf did have some magical sense. It didn't feel nefarious, but she hardly had the time to study before she reacted. It wasn't until the thing bit her cheek, prompting the warrior to thrust her hips forward with a grunt, did she realize the real intent of the wisps.
She gave the purple-horned trickster with a wry smile as she rubbed her behind. "If this is how you forgive, I'd hate to be your enemy," she joked. Her eyes moved past the Av' briefly to admire the sight. Sometimes this spot was even better than the stronghold's balcony.
"Perhaps, but no wise man would think to build a dwelling here. They take their journeys to Giant's Hand. Plenty of ale to be had there." She gestured to its general direction. "I am on my walk back now. My name is Manisha. I'm a guard there. What of you? I can't say I've ever met someone of your make in the past."
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Shyv'ahna Tes'laya
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 27
Physical Description: Shyv'ahna, or Ahna for short, is an Av' nomad woman, standing at 180cm (6ft) tall. Though tall for a woman, she is infact the average for most Av' women.
She has light lavender skin, intersected by light, feint tattoos that glow while using magic, her eyes are golden, and her hair a very dark purple.
She adorns herself with jewellery, specifically gold caps to her horns, silver and golden rings, two on the right side of her bottom lip, four in her right ear, and one through her septum that links with her bottom ear ring.
Her body type is strong through years of patient training and practice with her weapon, and covered, much like her face, in tattoos and the occasional scar.
She's a plains Av'rae, meaning she has a, what some would consider, original form the the Av, without much of a regional change. Her bowed legs end in regular Av' feet, and her horns curl around her ears.
Clothes and Equipment: Ahna uses medium armour. Leather, light scaled metal, and chainmail make up the most of her outfit, but all under a dark blue poncho, adorned with golden stitching and traditional Av'rae patterns that dance across its light blue trim.
Her armour consists of a chain vest and a scaled skirt that reaches her knees around the back and sides, leaving the front open, starting at her belt and fanning out. Over the chain vest, she usually wears a leather corset to keep it in place.
Her weapon is a bardiche, a two handed pole weapon with a long, curved blade attached to the top. The curve ends just over the pole, allowing her to chop and stab, should she need to.
Her backup weapon is a long dagger she had acquired from a far off land, its blade curved even more so than her bardiche.
Allegiances: To the Av'rae people.
Registered: Aug 5, 2019 18:29:08 GMT -8
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Post by Shyv'ahna Tes'laya on Sept 13, 2019 18:31:42 GMT -8
“I try not to make enemies,” Shyv’Ahna says as she turns and begins walking towards Manisha. “I do not have time for such things. You have to maintain ill thoughts, plot revenges, plan out elaborate ways to get back at people who apparently deserve it…” she sides while rolling her eyes as she speaks. “Its exhausting. Its not my thing.”
She stands before Manish and offers her hand to shake. A nomad must know as many customs as they can, and this one seemed the most universal. “Shyv’Ahna. Most just call me Ahna, it appears to be easier on the common tongue. I am not surprised you have not seen… how did you put it? Someone of my make in the past? A strange way to put it…” she muses for a moment. Make? She’s not manufactured! “Anyway. My people are not known to walk these roads often. Too many warring tribes and other nomads, dangerous for our lone travellers.”
She smiles and walks past the elf, headed back along the path. “But The Giants Vein, this is an adventure in itself. You are going to Giant’s Hand, no?” she asks, looking over her shoulder as she walks. “If you keep your blade to yourself, I would welcome a travelling partner. There is room on my cart for two. A guard too, very useful. I can fend for myself, but I will always welcome an easier fight.”
The Elf is well presented, that’s for sure. She didn’t seem too upset about being shocked either, she stayed her blade and talked it out instead of getting violent. It made for a quite pleasant change. Besides, the road had been long and quiet, it had been too long since Ahna had spoken on friendly terms with someone. One might imagine it had defrosted her fairly cold attitude, but Ahna would say that’s the result of being away from idiots with less than half brain spouting drivel.
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Manisha
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 30
Physical Description: Manisha is a handsome, broad-shouldered woman with strong features and bronze skin. She's got a wide smile and thin lips.
Her hair is thick and wavy, often decorated with jewelry and headdresses. She has quite a few piercings in her ears, and enjoys wearing bright colors.
She's a little tall for a woman- nearly six feet- but not unnaturally so.
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Clothes and Equipment: Manisha, like many from Giant's Hand, wears very colorful, heavy clothing in the form of wool and cotton. Fur scarves and hoods are also common in her wardrobe, along with well crafted, hardy boots for travel.
She carries a chakram that is enchanted to come back to be called back to whoever wears the ring it is bound to after it is thrown. The woman also favors a round wicker shield.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 22, 2018 14:09:27 GMT -8
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Post by Manisha on Sept 16, 2019 7:57:44 GMT -8
What the woman said was correct about the rest of Toragana, but the territory of Giant's Hand was sacred. None were supposed to shed blood on the path or the city it led to. Such an act was punishable by death.
"You will be safe here regardless," said Manisha. "There have been a few unsavory figures lurking around, but they have found no success here in the vein." She recounted her experience with an assassin just a few weeks back. He was still on the loose, but she had not seen his face again.
"I would be glad to accompany you. The path is straightforward, difficult to get lost here, but I can give you easy entry into the city."
She followed her to the cart, running a hand along the rocky walls. "Are you the first of your people to visit Toragana? How did you hear of us? An envoy, perhaps?"
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Shyv'ahna Tes'laya
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 27
Physical Description: Shyv'ahna, or Ahna for short, is an Av' nomad woman, standing at 180cm (6ft) tall. Though tall for a woman, she is infact the average for most Av' women.
She has light lavender skin, intersected by light, feint tattoos that glow while using magic, her eyes are golden, and her hair a very dark purple.
She adorns herself with jewellery, specifically gold caps to her horns, silver and golden rings, two on the right side of her bottom lip, four in her right ear, and one through her septum that links with her bottom ear ring.
Her body type is strong through years of patient training and practice with her weapon, and covered, much like her face, in tattoos and the occasional scar.
She's a plains Av'rae, meaning she has a, what some would consider, original form the the Av, without much of a regional change. Her bowed legs end in regular Av' feet, and her horns curl around her ears.
Clothes and Equipment: Ahna uses medium armour. Leather, light scaled metal, and chainmail make up the most of her outfit, but all under a dark blue poncho, adorned with golden stitching and traditional Av'rae patterns that dance across its light blue trim.
Her armour consists of a chain vest and a scaled skirt that reaches her knees around the back and sides, leaving the front open, starting at her belt and fanning out. Over the chain vest, she usually wears a leather corset to keep it in place.
Her weapon is a bardiche, a two handed pole weapon with a long, curved blade attached to the top. The curve ends just over the pole, allowing her to chop and stab, should she need to.
Her backup weapon is a long dagger she had acquired from a far off land, its blade curved even more so than her bardiche.
Allegiances: To the Av'rae people.
Registered: Aug 5, 2019 18:29:08 GMT -8
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Post by Shyv'ahna Tes'laya on Sept 17, 2019 15:26:51 GMT -8
It doesn't take long at all for the pair to reach the cart once more. Shyv'Ahna takes a moment to pat the donkey on the head, giving him a little love and care, perhaps only to rouse the creature from its day dreaming. He seems quite happy to have the attention. She says something in her native tongue, a language that sounds more like flowing poetry to non-speakers, then she chuckles.
"Easy entry would be appreciated," she says as she turns back to her new elf companion. "My kind sometimes have trouble with townships. They do not trust those of a nomadic life, they believe us thieves or marauders." She spits on the ground at the very thought. "I say they can go chase rabbits. Bah."
She clambers up onto the cart and extends a hand to help Manisha up. "Not the first," she says. "And not the last. Those of my people who live in these lands stick together, further north. Mountain folk. It is not often an Av' will travel these roads alone, like me."
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Manisha
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 30
Physical Description: Manisha is a handsome, broad-shouldered woman with strong features and bronze skin. She's got a wide smile and thin lips.
Her hair is thick and wavy, often decorated with jewelry and headdresses. She has quite a few piercings in her ears, and enjoys wearing bright colors.
She's a little tall for a woman- nearly six feet- but not unnaturally so.
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Clothes and Equipment: Manisha, like many from Giant's Hand, wears very colorful, heavy clothing in the form of wool and cotton. Fur scarves and hoods are also common in her wardrobe, along with well crafted, hardy boots for travel.
She carries a chakram that is enchanted to come back to be called back to whoever wears the ring it is bound to after it is thrown. The woman also favors a round wicker shield.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 22, 2018 14:09:27 GMT -8
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Post by Manisha on Oct 12, 2019 17:14:56 GMT -8
"How lucky for you," spoke Manisha with a laugh. "Giant's Hand is the city of nomads."
She took Shyv'Ahna's hand and hoisted herself onto the cart. Her eyes scanned it briefly before she found a place to sit.
Listening to her new company, she nodded. "And that is why you are the first of the Av' I have met. Many centaurs, faun, and satyr roam these lands: not one of them is purple. You will receive quite a bit of attention in the city as a foreigner-" She peered back at the cart. "And so might your wares. If you would desire a certain amount of space, just let it be known."
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Shyv'ahna Tes'laya
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 27
Physical Description: Shyv'ahna, or Ahna for short, is an Av' nomad woman, standing at 180cm (6ft) tall. Though tall for a woman, she is infact the average for most Av' women.
She has light lavender skin, intersected by light, feint tattoos that glow while using magic, her eyes are golden, and her hair a very dark purple.
She adorns herself with jewellery, specifically gold caps to her horns, silver and golden rings, two on the right side of her bottom lip, four in her right ear, and one through her septum that links with her bottom ear ring.
Her body type is strong through years of patient training and practice with her weapon, and covered, much like her face, in tattoos and the occasional scar.
She's a plains Av'rae, meaning she has a, what some would consider, original form the the Av, without much of a regional change. Her bowed legs end in regular Av' feet, and her horns curl around her ears.
Clothes and Equipment: Ahna uses medium armour. Leather, light scaled metal, and chainmail make up the most of her outfit, but all under a dark blue poncho, adorned with golden stitching and traditional Av'rae patterns that dance across its light blue trim.
Her armour consists of a chain vest and a scaled skirt that reaches her knees around the back and sides, leaving the front open, starting at her belt and fanning out. Over the chain vest, she usually wears a leather corset to keep it in place.
Her weapon is a bardiche, a two handed pole weapon with a long, curved blade attached to the top. The curve ends just over the pole, allowing her to chop and stab, should she need to.
Her backup weapon is a long dagger she had acquired from a far off land, its blade curved even more so than her bardiche.
Allegiances: To the Av'rae people.
Registered: Aug 5, 2019 18:29:08 GMT -8
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Post by Shyv'ahna Tes'laya on Oct 12, 2019 20:39:34 GMT -8
“Ba’sehl,” the Av’ says as she takes the reins and gives them a little jostle. “Air adhart agus suas.” The Av’ language seems to move and sway as they speak, not unlike poetry, really. Figuring out what she said though, that would be a challenge to anyone, considering the difference in Av’ and Common. The donkey, however, seems to know what’s what as he begins to pull and move the cart back onto the road before following it. The donkey, whose name must be Ba’sehl, must know the roads well, as the pair work well together.
“A city of nomads?” Ahna asks, looking over at Manisha. “This does not make sense. Think about it, a city… of nomads.” A smirk crosses her dark purple lips. “Nomads cease to be when they become City Folk.”
She takes a moment to listen to Manisha as she ties a carrot to the end of some string on a rope, but she doesn’t hold it out just yet. Perhaps just preparing it in case Ba’sehl decides to stop and smell the roses? “The roads have made me cross paths with such folk,” she says with a small nod, which causes the folds in her hood’s beautiful fabric to jostle slightly, tugged on by the horns poking through neatly made holes. “And I have been confused for similar kinds in the past.” She tuts quietly. “I believe it is the horns and legs, but I am not hooved. We are not so related to the common goat or horse.” Though some have told her stories of such peoples’ originating from Av’rae and horses or goats mating. Such lies are never as appreciated by the Av’ as some other races.
“Yeuch,” Ahna groans. “I am not one for attention. It is a curse of my kind being so far and few. People in general already push my patience, but groups with their attention on me make my skin crawl.” She looks to the elf and smirks again. “You are okay. You are the first person I have seen in a long while who did not want something from me.”
She looks back at her little wagon and pulls the cover off of the majority of her things, and hands it to Manisha to keep warm, should she desire. Underneath, she reveals nothing more than a small trunk, a decent sized crate, a barrel, two small sacks, and a tool box. “I do not require much,” she says as she looks back to the road. “I have equipment to make camp, food and water. A few personal items, yes, but I do not carry what I do not need. It is a waste of space, and it tires Ba’sehl easier. We do not cover the same ground when we are further burdened.”
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Manisha
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 30
Physical Description: Manisha is a handsome, broad-shouldered woman with strong features and bronze skin. She's got a wide smile and thin lips.
Her hair is thick and wavy, often decorated with jewelry and headdresses. She has quite a few piercings in her ears, and enjoys wearing bright colors.
She's a little tall for a woman- nearly six feet- but not unnaturally so.
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Clothes and Equipment: Manisha, like many from Giant's Hand, wears very colorful, heavy clothing in the form of wool and cotton. Fur scarves and hoods are also common in her wardrobe, along with well crafted, hardy boots for travel.
She carries a chakram that is enchanted to come back to be called back to whoever wears the ring it is bound to after it is thrown. The woman also favors a round wicker shield.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 22, 2018 14:09:27 GMT -8
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Post by Manisha on Oct 26, 2019 15:01:18 GMT -8
Manisha realized that she did not understand the words the Av'rae was speaking, but that was not uncommon in Toragana. There were numerous cultures of people entirely different from one another in these lands. Though most would pass through Giant's Hand at some point, she was sure there were a few who kept their distance.
When Ahna spoke about the irony of a nomadic city, she smiled. "It's not a place for any of the nomads to settle; It's just a place for them to stop and sell their wares before they return to their travels. Somewhere safe."
As the Av' continued, she stifled a chuckle. "Oh, is that what you think?" she asked mischievously, a glimmer in her eye. "I wouldn't be so quick to say so if I were you."
The elf refused the items given to her, opening her cloak to reveal the thick down within- inadvertently flashing the brilliant chakram at her side as she did. Patrolling the vein, she had to stay warm. It was entirely frozen most of the year, even when warmer months came.
"That will be fine. There is at least much food and drink to be had, along with fire for warmth. You might find yourself feeling at home if you stay too long.
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Shyv'ahna Tes'laya
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 27
Physical Description: Shyv'ahna, or Ahna for short, is an Av' nomad woman, standing at 180cm (6ft) tall. Though tall for a woman, she is infact the average for most Av' women.
She has light lavender skin, intersected by light, feint tattoos that glow while using magic, her eyes are golden, and her hair a very dark purple.
She adorns herself with jewellery, specifically gold caps to her horns, silver and golden rings, two on the right side of her bottom lip, four in her right ear, and one through her septum that links with her bottom ear ring.
Her body type is strong through years of patient training and practice with her weapon, and covered, much like her face, in tattoos and the occasional scar.
She's a plains Av'rae, meaning she has a, what some would consider, original form the the Av, without much of a regional change. Her bowed legs end in regular Av' feet, and her horns curl around her ears.
Clothes and Equipment: Ahna uses medium armour. Leather, light scaled metal, and chainmail make up the most of her outfit, but all under a dark blue poncho, adorned with golden stitching and traditional Av'rae patterns that dance across its light blue trim.
Her armour consists of a chain vest and a scaled skirt that reaches her knees around the back and sides, leaving the front open, starting at her belt and fanning out. Over the chain vest, she usually wears a leather corset to keep it in place.
Her weapon is a bardiche, a two handed pole weapon with a long, curved blade attached to the top. The curve ends just over the pole, allowing her to chop and stab, should she need to.
Her backup weapon is a long dagger she had acquired from a far off land, its blade curved even more so than her bardiche.
Allegiances: To the Av'rae people.
Registered: Aug 5, 2019 18:29:08 GMT -8
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Post by Shyv'ahna Tes'laya on Oct 27, 2019 3:51:18 GMT -8
"A city for nomads to pass through?" Ahmad muses as the cart weaves along the narrow road and through the valley. "Safe? This will be interesting to see. Perhaps I am confusing safe with quiet, usually nomad pass-throughs are neither of these things. It may be a luxury." She pictures it in her mind, many like her, just passing through. They were usually her preferred places, no sort of pretense, the people in these places were straight forward, told you what they wanted and at what price. It made for easy business dealings.
"It is services I sell," Anna says as she watches the ridges ahead with her golden eyes. "Carpentry, I am as skilled with a lathe and hammer as I am my blade. It is useful when the cart breaks down. It may not look like much, but when I have time to settle for a few days, I will make it perfect." She pays the wooden side of the wagon with a smile on her face. The cart itself isn't particularly decorated, but it's sturdy and seems to be well made, if Manisha had any sort of experience with the vehicles.
Her eyes look to Manisha now, narrowed slightly. "Not so quick to say?" She asks, her voice a little lower, now a little suspicious. "You DO want something from me? What then? You have transport and company. Perhaps money? I have little," she says, then her eyes go back to the road. "My tools are common, and my things of little use to anyone but myself. Sex? You will have to try harder for that, my friend."
She flicks the reins a little as she noticed the donkey shifting his attention. "So what could you want from me? Perhaps a finely crafted chair?"
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Manisha
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 30
Physical Description: Manisha is a handsome, broad-shouldered woman with strong features and bronze skin. She's got a wide smile and thin lips.
Her hair is thick and wavy, often decorated with jewelry and headdresses. She has quite a few piercings in her ears, and enjoys wearing bright colors.
She's a little tall for a woman- nearly six feet- but not unnaturally so.
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Clothes and Equipment: Manisha, like many from Giant's Hand, wears very colorful, heavy clothing in the form of wool and cotton. Fur scarves and hoods are also common in her wardrobe, along with well crafted, hardy boots for travel.
She carries a chakram that is enchanted to come back to be called back to whoever wears the ring it is bound to after it is thrown. The woman also favors a round wicker shield.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 22, 2018 14:09:27 GMT -8
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Post by Manisha on Oct 29, 2019 7:03:17 GMT -8
Carpentry was an incredibly useful trade, and Ahna would find her skills in some demand. Perhaps she would even learn how to create the ever-relevant yurts, the easily transportable huts that the Tamorjin were so fond of.
Manisha laughed when the Av' became suspicious, her voice echoing endlessly through the gorge. She leaned forward with a hand on the bridge of her nose with cheeks lifted in a great smile. "And now so quick to judge, as well! I imagine there is no middle ground with you?" She quieted into soft giggles that bobbled her shoulders.
"Such things are valuable, but I have most of what I need. You're providing me with the much-needed company I've longed for in the Vein. That is all."
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Shyv'ahna Tes'laya
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 27
Physical Description: Shyv'ahna, or Ahna for short, is an Av' nomad woman, standing at 180cm (6ft) tall. Though tall for a woman, she is infact the average for most Av' women.
She has light lavender skin, intersected by light, feint tattoos that glow while using magic, her eyes are golden, and her hair a very dark purple.
She adorns herself with jewellery, specifically gold caps to her horns, silver and golden rings, two on the right side of her bottom lip, four in her right ear, and one through her septum that links with her bottom ear ring.
Her body type is strong through years of patient training and practice with her weapon, and covered, much like her face, in tattoos and the occasional scar.
She's a plains Av'rae, meaning she has a, what some would consider, original form the the Av, without much of a regional change. Her bowed legs end in regular Av' feet, and her horns curl around her ears.
Clothes and Equipment: Ahna uses medium armour. Leather, light scaled metal, and chainmail make up the most of her outfit, but all under a dark blue poncho, adorned with golden stitching and traditional Av'rae patterns that dance across its light blue trim.
Her armour consists of a chain vest and a scaled skirt that reaches her knees around the back and sides, leaving the front open, starting at her belt and fanning out. Over the chain vest, she usually wears a leather corset to keep it in place.
Her weapon is a bardiche, a two handed pole weapon with a long, curved blade attached to the top. The curve ends just over the pole, allowing her to chop and stab, should she need to.
Her backup weapon is a long dagger she had acquired from a far off land, its blade curved even more so than her bardiche.
Allegiances: To the Av'rae people.
Registered: Aug 5, 2019 18:29:08 GMT -8
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Post by Shyv'ahna Tes'laya on Oct 29, 2019 21:51:46 GMT -8
"Being suspicious of people I have just met had kept me alive on more than one occasion, my new friend," she says as she keeps her eyes on the road, her cheeks flushed a little purple due to the laugh. It seems she isn't used to being laughed at, or perhaps she's angry at the amount of noise? Perhaps Manisha just has a nice laugh and Shyv'Ahna liked it more than she thought. Nah, that's not it. "Especially those I have just met in hostile lands."
She gives Manisha the side eye. "Having no middle ground keeps people on their toes, until I decide I can trust them. Or perhaps I truly am this crazy, what then?" She chuckles lightly to herself. "It keeps things exciting."
The woman looks back to the road and nods in satisfaction. "Your company is appreciated also. I was close to having a conversation with my carrot loving friend here." She gives the reins a small jostle for emphasis. "I know it has been too long when this happens."
She looks back to Manisha, no side eye this time. "Tell me, Manisha. Are you a nomad also? Or are you one of those who are content with spending your days staying in one place?"
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Manisha
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 30
Physical Description: Manisha is a handsome, broad-shouldered woman with strong features and bronze skin. She's got a wide smile and thin lips.
Her hair is thick and wavy, often decorated with jewelry and headdresses. She has quite a few piercings in her ears, and enjoys wearing bright colors.
She's a little tall for a woman- nearly six feet- but not unnaturally so.
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Clothes and Equipment: Manisha, like many from Giant's Hand, wears very colorful, heavy clothing in the form of wool and cotton. Fur scarves and hoods are also common in her wardrobe, along with well crafted, hardy boots for travel.
She carries a chakram that is enchanted to come back to be called back to whoever wears the ring it is bound to after it is thrown. The woman also favors a round wicker shield.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 22, 2018 14:09:27 GMT -8
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Post by Manisha on Nov 16, 2019 13:39:19 GMT -8
Manisha joined Shyv'Ahna's chuckling, agreeing with her statement. She reached forward to pat the donkey's back briefly. "He would not be so bad in conversation. Better than some of the people who would come through here." This made her grin. "Better than if the crevices in the walls began to speak. It is then I would fear for more than your sanity. Namgyel- who I'm sure you've at least seen on your travels here, the shining child-monk?- was stationed here for that reason. Too many were losing their minds traveling through these mountains."
When asked about her disposition as a nomad or otherwise, the elf leaned her head back in thought.
"Years ago I would have said no, I am not a nomad. There was a great city so far south, the weather was warm most of the year. The greenery was so thick you had to cut it down to go anywhere! It was tall. It was vast. Rich. I was very young when I lived there, just a girl." Her expression darkened from the content nostalgia that had been there.
"One of the previous khans conquered it, burned it to ashes, enslaved everyone he didn't kill. Few, like myself, escaped. We are scattered now, no longer one people, just scraps latched onto others. So I suppose yes, I am a nomad now."
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Shyv'ahna Tes'laya
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 27
Physical Description: Shyv'ahna, or Ahna for short, is an Av' nomad woman, standing at 180cm (6ft) tall. Though tall for a woman, she is infact the average for most Av' women.
She has light lavender skin, intersected by light, feint tattoos that glow while using magic, her eyes are golden, and her hair a very dark purple.
She adorns herself with jewellery, specifically gold caps to her horns, silver and golden rings, two on the right side of her bottom lip, four in her right ear, and one through her septum that links with her bottom ear ring.
Her body type is strong through years of patient training and practice with her weapon, and covered, much like her face, in tattoos and the occasional scar.
She's a plains Av'rae, meaning she has a, what some would consider, original form the the Av, without much of a regional change. Her bowed legs end in regular Av' feet, and her horns curl around her ears.
Clothes and Equipment: Ahna uses medium armour. Leather, light scaled metal, and chainmail make up the most of her outfit, but all under a dark blue poncho, adorned with golden stitching and traditional Av'rae patterns that dance across its light blue trim.
Her armour consists of a chain vest and a scaled skirt that reaches her knees around the back and sides, leaving the front open, starting at her belt and fanning out. Over the chain vest, she usually wears a leather corset to keep it in place.
Her weapon is a bardiche, a two handed pole weapon with a long, curved blade attached to the top. The curve ends just over the pole, allowing her to chop and stab, should she need to.
Her backup weapon is a long dagger she had acquired from a far off land, its blade curved even more so than her bardiche.
Allegiances: To the Av'rae people.
Registered: Aug 5, 2019 18:29:08 GMT -8
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Post by Shyv'ahna Tes'laya on Nov 19, 2019 4:12:30 GMT -8
The Av' huffs with amusement briefly. "Perhaps if he could actually speak." Even if he may be bad at conversation, she had a love for her donkey that one would have for an old friend, more than just a relationship of convenience or a pet. They had been everywhere together, and that spoke for something.
"I actually have heard speaking walls before," the woman says as she keeps her eyes forward. She could see the end of the trail now, not far ahead. "A forest far to the west… or was it south? I can't remember. Mischievous tree spirits, playing tricks on travellers. When I discovered this, I could not help but find the fun in it. Wouldn't you do such s thing if you could?" She asks, looking to her elven companion. Her horns tugged at the material of her hood as she turns, and causes the hanging jewellery from them to jingle softly.
"But the child monk perhaps would not see the amusement in such things," she continues as her eyes go back to the road. "I have heard of him, but not met him. Or perhaps I have and forgotten, he would not be the first."
Her ears are given to her companion as she speaks, not intending to interrupt as the conversation gets deep. There's a silence in the air as she processes the story, mulling it over in her mind. More death and destruction, a tale she has heard time and time before, far too often really. There's always someone out there wanting to make life misery for others.
"Is he dead?" She asks, finally. "Is his head on a pike? His skull among those of his men? It should be." Her voice is low, hatred seeping into it.
She lets out a small breath and puts a hand on Manisha's shoulder. "One foot before the other, my friend. If it is revenge you seek, it is revenge you will find." There's a small squeeze before she lets go. "Your past is not unlike that of my people's, but it was the land itself that destroyed our home. Revenge is… going to be much harder for us, but there is a satisfaction in seeing our friends get what they deserve. Especially if it leads to a home."
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Manisha
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 30
Physical Description: Manisha is a handsome, broad-shouldered woman with strong features and bronze skin. She's got a wide smile and thin lips.
Her hair is thick and wavy, often decorated with jewelry and headdresses. She has quite a few piercings in her ears, and enjoys wearing bright colors.
She's a little tall for a woman- nearly six feet- but not unnaturally so.
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Clothes and Equipment: Manisha, like many from Giant's Hand, wears very colorful, heavy clothing in the form of wool and cotton. Fur scarves and hoods are also common in her wardrobe, along with well crafted, hardy boots for travel.
She carries a chakram that is enchanted to come back to be called back to whoever wears the ring it is bound to after it is thrown. The woman also favors a round wicker shield.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 22, 2018 14:09:27 GMT -8
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Post by Manisha on Nov 28, 2019 20:55:12 GMT -8
"Namgyel does not find amusement in most things. He is the very spirit of the word mild. If he were a food, he would be rice. It's all he seems to eat- that and fermented radish." The elf stuck out her tongue. It was so sour; she didn't understand how one could eat such a thing!
Continuing the topic of her home, she nodded. "I cannot seek revenge. Years and years ago, he perished. Another Khan took his throne. After that, it was all about finding a home. Now that Khan is dead and a murderer has taken his place. I fear the destruction of my new home. I can only imagine it was him who sent the assassin weeks ago, but I haven't got any proof." She put a hand atop Shyv'Ahna's and smiled. "The sentiment is appreciated, but there is no revenge here. Not yet."
She raised a brow at Ahna's last bit of speech. "The land? What do you mean?" she asked, curious now.
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