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 28, 2019 23:11:44 GMT -8
Just rice? Insanity. Ahna had been subjected to such a diet once, it was dreadful, but that first morsel of beef tasted like the most amazing food she had ever had. If Namgyel were to have anything other than rice? His mind may explode. “Fermented Radish. This is probably just… a very strange ale, yes? But solid. It does not sound good.” She mulls it over for a second. “Pickled, however, this I can see.”
She takes her hand back and grips the reins once again, content that her friends seemed to be at peace. “Perhaps you should kill the new Khan,” she suggests, non chalantly. “The ultimate revenge on his spirit. Kill the man who killed the man who killed him. That makes you at least three times better than him. His spirit will howl from the depths of hell with that revelation.” She gives a very slight chuckle.
There’s a small silence as Manisha asks about her land, but not one of apprehension, instead it seems that Ahna is taking a moment to find the words. “There are many stories passed down through our people over the millennia,” she starts. “But the story of how we lost our home is the only constant. Before we were scattered, the Av’ were once a great civilization, one that surpasses any seen today in the known world.” She gives the reins a quick jostle to keep her donkey’s attention on the road. “But, to cut a long story short, the land beneath our great cities split, and the mountains erupted in a rage that has not been seen since. The oceans reclaimed our coasts and took with it whatever remained of our cities. Few survived and were forced to scatter.”
She gives a small sigh and shakes her head. “We still search for home, but where to find it depends on the Av’. Many just look for new lands, but there are some who wish to reclaim what remains of our old cities. To find our relics, and the Grand Library, but where these places are is lost to time.” She looks to Manisha and smiles. “But we have nothing but time now, no? We are young and free, we will find a home again.” Then she chuckles heartily. “Then the rest of the world better watch out, eh?”
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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 Dec 3, 2019 21:05:03 GMT -8
Once again, the Av' made Manisha laugh. "There are thoughts on that. Not entirely my own, but the Khan has set enough fires. One day they will set him aflame."
She quieted again to listen to Ahna regale the story of her people. Manisha was loud, talkative, a true woman of the people, but there were times when it was more important that she listen, and she knew that this was one of those times.
Her eyes widened when she heard the ground split. She had seen storms that buried entire yurts, watched the earth fall away from mountains and lay waste to villages, and witnessed the steppes burn.
Never before had she heard of the ground itself cracking open.
But she smiled.
"If only the world knew. What quiet terrors we are."
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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 Dec 4, 2019 3:54:21 GMT -8
"If they knew, we would not find a safe place to sleep," Ahna says as she gestures forward. "Towns like that one would flee, or shun and chase us away. Perhaps it is best the world does not know of our dominance."
"That is your town, yes?" She asks as she sees the lights at the end of the trail, the same lights she had nodded at before. "I hope so, it has been a long trip. I would like nothing more than to set up my tent closer to civilization, put on something more comfortable, and rest. My rear end is starting to ache from this bench." One hand goes down to rap at the bench that sits across the front of the cart. "Perhaps have a bath. I am surprised you have sat with me for so long, it has been a few days since I was last able to bathe. Even then, not for long, the mountain streams are not entirely suitable for such things."
The thoughts of civilization fill her mind, and for once she didn't hate the very thought of it. It had been just long enough, it seems, for her to long for the simple pleasures it provides. Though she wished for a bed, she knew she would suffice with her tent and a series of furs she keeps in her trunk. One of these days she'll get around to making that travel cot…
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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 Dec 6, 2019 10:30:35 GMT -8
An appreciative kinship floated between them, these two sleeping giants. How fitting that they would make their way to the one and only Giant's Hand.
"Indeed, that would be it. You'll find that all you need will be available. Some, for a price, but the underground baths are free for all," she explained, as though she were a city guide.
She stood up and stretched. "Yes, the cart does leave one a little sore but I have known longer journies and less favorable seating. As a nomad and a warrior, I cannot complain. When we get to the city proper we will find an empty yurt for you to rest in. If you'd like your privacy we can make it further towards the south. It will be colder but everyone else prefers the north end where the mountain blocks much of the wind. How does that sound?"
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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 Dec 15, 2019 16:16:12 GMT -8
For a price? Well she doesn't like the sound of that. With the mention of price, she looks to her side where she keeps her money pouch, which had gotten a little… after she stopped for provisions. Only a few coppers and perhaps a silver or two left, not a whole lot. "A free bath sounds nice," she finally says as she turns her attention back to the looming town. "I cannot wait to rid myself of this travel smell. This is why I usually follow the streams and rivers of these new lands."
She looks to Manisha and nods a little before looking forward. "I must get some pillows to sit on," she says in a quiet voice, almost to herself. If she isn't the only one who gets a sore butt from sitting on a cart for too long, then she knows it's time to get one or two soft pillows to make it that little more comfortable. "I will assume that the yurts will cost some coin," she continues. "I will set up my own lodging if this is true. I do not have the coin to spare."
Her attention shifts back to Manisha. "But yes, it does sound nice."
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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 Jan 2, 2020 21:45:51 GMT -8
"The yurts? No. The firewood and the blankets? Yes. As you can see, there are very few trees around us. There are almost none at all. We are surrounded by mountains, grasslands, and highlands. Wood is imported from the Teng and other southern tribes. It comes but at a price."
As they approached the massive drawbridge, tall and carved from the same stone that made up the mountain, Manisha stood up. She flashed the crest upon her wicker shield. The guards at the front- one a centaur, the other an elf- signaled those behind the wall.
With the clank and roll of linked metal chains, the drawbridge dropped.
"Welcome to Giant's Hand."
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