Tana the Tongue-Tied
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: ***********
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Clothes and Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Allegiances: People of the Usque
Player's online availability : Whenever health doesn't get in the way
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 9:28:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Jun 30, 2019 11:23:34 GMT -8
A quiet spot on the banks of the Usque River where the people of the Usque fish.
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: ***********
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Clothes and Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Allegiances: People of the Usque
Player's online availability : Whenever health doesn't get in the way
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 9:28:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Jun 30, 2019 12:04:34 GMT -8
There was a small campfire crackling just a few feet from the bank, a young woman sat near with a perfectly filleted sun fish cooking away and filling the air with a lovely scent of freshness. The young lass, Tana, was content as she pulled the pan from the coals and transferred her food onto a wooden plate. As she began to eat, she was thoughtful of the things that she had to be; though she thought about how long it had been since she'd set foot in the Usque and been in contact with the people... Her people.
Tana was happy to be where she was, for it was in her blood, but she also felt somewhat alone. Not that it mattered since she hadn't spoken since she was a child and therefor was an outcast in a way... of course it had been self imposed isolation. She'd had such a terrible stutter that it was hard to understand her, and she had stopped speaking as a defense mechanism and never really thought about trying to talk again, especially after she took herself away.
She decided not to think about that part of her past anymore, and ate her food at a leisurely pace.
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Ekir Mashendra
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 20
Physical Description: Ekir is quite short (5'3") and fairly thin (130lbs), lending him an overall quite small appearance. He has soft, golden hair, and eyes the same color, and is prone to radiant, sunny smiles and quiet concern in equal measure.
Surprisingly, Ekir's body is actually quite well-developed; having served as a soldier in the past, Ekir's already-thin frame began to put on more muscle than he believed possible, and soon filled out enough that the young cleric needed new robes. That said, Ekir is still rather tiny compared to most front-line fighters.
Clothes and Equipment: Ekir wears soft yellow and red vestments or robes which generally trail to just above his ankles, a pair of heavy boots, and a light cuirass over his robes when in combat. He has a heavy pack full of random odds and ends, and occasionally the weight unbalances the man, lending him a comical appearance as he wobbles to keep himself upright. At his side rests a simply massive tome which he lugs around with impressive familiarity; the pages contain beautifully-detailed artwork, specific notes, entire chapters of personal history, spell formula, and more. Ekir's tome represents a great deal of his own life, and is his most treasured possession by far.
Allegiances: The Blessed Land of Avalon; Dauntina
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 14:27:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ekir Mashendra on Jun 30, 2019 15:19:00 GMT -8
Ekir was lost.
He stumbled over a tree root, grumbling quietly. Quickly reaching up to settle his pack across his back before it slipped and sent him tumbling to the ground, he shook his head sadly. All the years in his life he'd spent studying nature, learning about the natural world, tracking, hunting, living in the wilderness, and he'd managed to forget one of the most basic rules of traversing a forest.
Find your compass points.
Ekir's original intention had been to travel north, seeking an exit from the trees by reaching the Usque River, and then to follow the river - which would doubtless be full of fish, and surrounded by other game as well - further to the north, out of the woodlands and towards the colder plains above. The young man had nothing better to do at the moment than wander, and was content to go wherever his feet took him; after his last position in the military, he'd decided he needed some time to himself to...sort everything out.
The young cleric suppressed a shudder, but as his eyes flickered closed for a half-second, he tripped on a lizard which darted across his path.
"A-ah!" The stuttering cry went out, and he whoomped into the dirt, moaning softly.
"...J-just my luck..." He sighed quietly, reaching a hand out to push himself up. Curiously, the lizard did not seem offended - far from it, the small creature flicked its tongue at him, coming a few paces closer. Ekir settled into a crouch, his golden eyes fixated on the small reptile, about the size of his forearm.
"H-hello, little friend," Ekir murmured. "What're you d-doing? Y-y-you know you're not supposed to make friends w-with perfect strangers," he chuckled, smiling. Ekir reached out his hand, and the lizard flicked its tongue again, darting away slightly, before slowly coming closer. Finally, it crawled onto his palm, to the cleric's delighted, beaming smile. New friend settled lightly around his arm, Ekir walked through more of the forest with a much lighter step. Perhaps this journey wouldn't be so bad after all! He stopped after a few hundred paces or so, lifting his nose to the air.
"...S-smoke? In the forest?!" Ekir increased his pace, striding towards the source of the smell - which mixed with something that made his stomach growl, though he paid it no heed - before bursting through a large bush and into a small, open clearing. Right next to the Usque River.
Ekir's golden eyes, and the lizard's own - which, curiously, had shifted color to match Ekir's - took in the scene. A young woman sat grilling fish next to the riverbank over a small fire, contentedly eating one as the others roasted. Breathing a soft sigh of relief, Ekir gave a small, uncertain wave.
"H-hello?" He tried first, then shook himself, raising his voice a little. "Hello!"
The diminutive cleric narrowly avoided tripping as he clambered down the riverbank, and the lizard rewarded his jostling with a soft, annoyed flick of its tongue on his arm, and a slight hiss. Ekir patted it gently, and it resumed its passive observation, watching the woman through slitted eyes. As he neared, Ekir realized he was staring, and blushed slightly, forcing himself to blink.
"H-hi. I'm Ekir. A, uh, little l-lost. I-is it alright if I camp here?" He spoke in a soft, light voice, lilting and musical.
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 21
Physical Description: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes doen to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Allegiances: Himself
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 15:04:07 GMT -8
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Post by Yutin on Jun 30, 2019 15:36:19 GMT -8
Yutin shuffled his way through the brush tiwards the sound of voices. He clambered clumsily over a tree stump, his diminutive size making it difficult to manaeuver in the woods. Eventually, he made it to the riverbank. He stepped out forwards and promtply fell, face-planting into the sand a ways away from the man and the woman. He shuffles up and dusted himself off, sand cascading from his tunic. He balanced himself on the sand and tottered towards the two, arms outstretched to keep his balance.
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: ***********
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Clothes and Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Allegiances: People of the Usque
Player's online availability : Whenever health doesn't get in the way
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 9:28:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Jun 30, 2019 15:46:59 GMT -8
The sounds of a stumbling being, whether person or animal, could be heard from a ways away in the strange surroundings of the Usque… It was probably another poor soul who got lost, which was not hard to do if one was not born in the vast entity of Usque ar Ñalma… She did not move from what she was doing even as the man, a very pretty man at that, crashed through the underbrush with no amount of quiet. And then another came into the scene.
Her instinct was to pack her things and go, but she grabbed her staff instead and stood up, brandishing her weapon in case one or the other decided to do something that wasn’t good. Her eyes were wide with panic, a little bit of ferocity, but mostly fear as though she thought they would do her harm.
Tana started to back away.
If either one of them was in tune enough, they might hear a voice in their head saying to stop where they were or she would wallop them good.
The first was talking though, and he confirmed that he was merely a lost person who just wanted to rest, but the other had her still on her feet and soon she was pointing the staff at him.
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Ekir Mashendra
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 20
Physical Description: Ekir is quite short (5'3") and fairly thin (130lbs), lending him an overall quite small appearance. He has soft, golden hair, and eyes the same color, and is prone to radiant, sunny smiles and quiet concern in equal measure.
Surprisingly, Ekir's body is actually quite well-developed; having served as a soldier in the past, Ekir's already-thin frame began to put on more muscle than he believed possible, and soon filled out enough that the young cleric needed new robes. That said, Ekir is still rather tiny compared to most front-line fighters.
Clothes and Equipment: Ekir wears soft yellow and red vestments or robes which generally trail to just above his ankles, a pair of heavy boots, and a light cuirass over his robes when in combat. He has a heavy pack full of random odds and ends, and occasionally the weight unbalances the man, lending him a comical appearance as he wobbles to keep himself upright. At his side rests a simply massive tome which he lugs around with impressive familiarity; the pages contain beautifully-detailed artwork, specific notes, entire chapters of personal history, spell formula, and more. Ekir's tome represents a great deal of his own life, and is his most treasured possession by far.
Allegiances: The Blessed Land of Avalon; Dauntina
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 14:27:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ekir Mashendra on Jun 30, 2019 15:54:01 GMT -8
The moment the woman raised her staff at him, ferocity flashing across her gaze, Ekir panicked, raising his hands, palms open, in self-defence. The little lizard, however, did not seem to appreciate the movement - nor the threatening of its carrier - and hissed quite vehemently. Ekir, now quite nervous, gently pushed his emotions towards the thing in an instinctual nudge, calming it slightly, before doing the same to the unnerved woman in front of him.
"I-I-I swear, I-I m-mean you no harm! No harm! I j-just want to rest, away from the w-woods. Please!" He pleaded, lilting voice taking on an edge of despair. "I-I've been lost for days..." He trailed off, shivering slightly. As he spoke, he took his sincerity, his peacefulness, and his weariness, and simply pushed it out towards the girl in front of him. There were no words Ekir could have used to describe his action; his state of being was always as natural as the day he was born. The girl's clear warning echoed throughout his mind - stay put, or she would attack. Her emotions, a riotous storm in front of him, presented curiosity mixed with fear, nervousness, and ferocity. He continued to push, sending small, gentle waves of his feeling towards the woman, even as he trembled, hands still raised, palms wide open. Eventually, he let his arms drop, shrugging off the brief weariness induced by holding them up so long.
"I'm g-going to walk towards you. I just want to make camp. I promise that's it. I-is that okay?" He queried, the faint light from his golden eyes radiating cautious optimism. As soon as he spoke, he noticed yet another newcomer, and nearly leapt in surprise - the tiny being had made so little sound!
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 21
Physical Description: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes doen to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Allegiances: Himself
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 15:04:07 GMT -8
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Post by Yutin on Jun 30, 2019 16:00:04 GMT -8
Yutin stiffened as the woman pointes the staff at him. He backed away and stumbled, falling onto his back into the sand. He yelped in surprise and alarm and quickly srambled back up, reaching for a something beneath his robes.
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: ***********
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Clothes and Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Allegiances: People of the Usque
Player's online availability : Whenever health doesn't get in the way
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 9:28:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Jun 30, 2019 16:20:36 GMT -8
It became evident soon enough that she was in no mortal danger from the two beings and she stood down. Panting from the adrenaline, she slowly lowered the staff and looked between the two for a long moment before nodding and moving back to her seat and her half eaten fish. She hunkered down and ate the flaky filet, gesturing toward the pan in invitation. Eat.
There was no apology in her large brown eyes; she was doing what she had been doing for the several years of her isolation... She was protecting herself.
By the look of the camp, she had been there for at least a day or two, for there was wet laundry hanging off branches and things were situated in a way that it had taken some time to organize. The girl finished her filet and took her plate to the river to clean her plate, scrubbing it with sand and then offering it to the hungry man.
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Ekir Mashendra
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 20
Physical Description: Ekir is quite short (5'3") and fairly thin (130lbs), lending him an overall quite small appearance. He has soft, golden hair, and eyes the same color, and is prone to radiant, sunny smiles and quiet concern in equal measure.
Surprisingly, Ekir's body is actually quite well-developed; having served as a soldier in the past, Ekir's already-thin frame began to put on more muscle than he believed possible, and soon filled out enough that the young cleric needed new robes. That said, Ekir is still rather tiny compared to most front-line fighters.
Clothes and Equipment: Ekir wears soft yellow and red vestments or robes which generally trail to just above his ankles, a pair of heavy boots, and a light cuirass over his robes when in combat. He has a heavy pack full of random odds and ends, and occasionally the weight unbalances the man, lending him a comical appearance as he wobbles to keep himself upright. At his side rests a simply massive tome which he lugs around with impressive familiarity; the pages contain beautifully-detailed artwork, specific notes, entire chapters of personal history, spell formula, and more. Ekir's tome represents a great deal of his own life, and is his most treasured possession by far.
Allegiances: The Blessed Land of Avalon; Dauntina
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 14:27:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ekir Mashendra on Jun 30, 2019 16:30:07 GMT -8
Ekir's stomach growled as he watched the girl finish her filet. He grimaced, wishing it wasn't quite so loud, but carefully began to make camp, certain to make no sudden moves. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the other newcomer reach under his robes, causing Ekir to freeze in place.
"P-please do not, friend," he murmured, tone lower than before. "K-keep the peace." Ekir then resumed setting up camp, movements swift and sure, and looked up in surprise as footsteps approached him. The girl's feet padded into the grass, appearing in his field of view, and he looked up from the tent peg he'd been gently tapping in to see her offering him her mostly-cleaned plate, fresh from the river.
Immediately, absolute and sincere gratitude radiated from Ekir, and he nodded quietly. "Th-thank you," he stuttered. "C-c-can you t...t-talk?" His head tilted slightly in curiosity as he followed her movements with his gaze. Suddenly aware that he was staring again - the woman was, after all, quite beautiful - Ekir blushed a deep crimson, stammering. "A-ah, s-s-sorry...I-I'll, ah, j-just go...go get some fish!" He moved to the pan, selecting a small filet, not wanting to take the largest, and sat next to the campfire, curling his legs inwards in a rather curled-up posture. Still rather defensive, Ekir nervously watched the girl, pushing emotion towards her again - a mixture of curiosity and nervousness.
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 21
Physical Description: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes doen to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Allegiances: Himself
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 15:04:07 GMT -8
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Post by Yutin on Jun 30, 2019 16:36:27 GMT -8
As the woman put her staff down, Yutin pulled his hand out of his robes. Still cautious, he tentatively approached the two and sat down, close to the stream. His bright yellow eyes flashed under the shadow of his hood as he examined Tana and Ekir. He shifted his legs, sitting crosslegged. He folded his hands and watched the two silently.
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: ***********
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Clothes and Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Allegiances: People of the Usque
Player's online availability : Whenever health doesn't get in the way
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 9:28:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Jun 30, 2019 17:03:43 GMT -8
She did not look at the little one again when the man told him to stop. If that one had wanted to hurt her, he would have done so by that point. When the pretty man asked about her being able to talk, it occurred to her that he talked the way she used to talk, with a stutter… But his was not as heavy as hers was. It would probably be worse now if she tried, as it had been at least a good thirteen or fourteen years since she uttered a word. She licked her lips and tried, “Fffffff-fa-fa-for… guh… guh…. got… ha… ha… ha… how…” She had such a pretty voice, singsong much like his, low and husky, yet with her words came a look of shame and her face went pink. She averted her eyes.
She waved him off when he apologized and watched him walk to get his fish. Her eyes moved to the smaller person then and she gestured toward the fish. Unfortunately though, she could not offer another plate to put it on. She gestured with her hand, and then padded silently toward the little makeshift oven she had built out of sticks and mud, which was right next to the water in case something caught fire. She pulled a loaf of bread out with a heavy cloth and walked to set it on the boulder.
Tana flopped back down.
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 21
Physical Description: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes doen to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Allegiances: Himself
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 15:04:07 GMT -8
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Post by Yutin on Jun 30, 2019 17:44:27 GMT -8
Yutin shook his head, politely declining the fish. "I'm nourished and satisfied, but I appreciate your offer." He said, his voice rather squeaky. He continued to watch the two curiously. His yellow eyes flashed, and it was evident that he blinked.
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Ekir Mashendra
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 20
Physical Description: Ekir is quite short (5'3") and fairly thin (130lbs), lending him an overall quite small appearance. He has soft, golden hair, and eyes the same color, and is prone to radiant, sunny smiles and quiet concern in equal measure.
Surprisingly, Ekir's body is actually quite well-developed; having served as a soldier in the past, Ekir's already-thin frame began to put on more muscle than he believed possible, and soon filled out enough that the young cleric needed new robes. That said, Ekir is still rather tiny compared to most front-line fighters.
Clothes and Equipment: Ekir wears soft yellow and red vestments or robes which generally trail to just above his ankles, a pair of heavy boots, and a light cuirass over his robes when in combat. He has a heavy pack full of random odds and ends, and occasionally the weight unbalances the man, lending him a comical appearance as he wobbles to keep himself upright. At his side rests a simply massive tome which he lugs around with impressive familiarity; the pages contain beautifully-detailed artwork, specific notes, entire chapters of personal history, spell formula, and more. Ekir's tome represents a great deal of his own life, and is his most treasured possession by far.
Allegiances: The Blessed Land of Avalon; Dauntina
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 14:27:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ekir Mashendra on Jun 30, 2019 17:49:37 GMT -8
Ekir nodded, impressed, as he watched the woman pull the bread from the oven. In the meantime, he pondered her predicament - her stutter was far worse than his own. And yet! His heart lurched; finally, he'd met someone else with the same speech issues he suffered from...though, hers seemed rather physically-based, whereas his were simply due to sheer nervousness and fright, habits learned over decades...
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Ekir looked over to the girl. He smiled encouragingly, and when he did so, his whole face seemed light up with pure, radiant energy - infectious joy emanated from his simple smile.
"W-well. I think you sound lovely," he murmured with a slight nod. "But don't p-push yourself! If you'd rather..." He reached to the tome at his side, rising and moving over to the woman, sitting next to her on the rock. Seated comfortably, Ekir opened the tome, absent-mindedly flipping through several pages of detailed, breathtaking illustrations of various plants and wildlife, until he reached a blank page. He then withdrew a quill and inkpot from his pack with swift, practiced motions, and began to write. Looking up midway through, he motioned for the other quiet figure to come over.
{I am Ekir Mashendra.}, he wrote. {I came here from many, many miles to the east, from a land known as Alancria. By boat I traveled here, intent on studying the nature in this part of the world. What about you?}
Of course, Ekir knew that he could speak, and the girl would listen and understand - but his soft, gentle smile indicated that he was perfectly willing to communicate through a medium which the two shared, no matter how tedious for Ekir.
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: ***********
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Clothes and Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Allegiances: People of the Usque
Player's online availability : Whenever health doesn't get in the way
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 9:28:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Jun 30, 2019 18:20:43 GMT -8
Tana nodded to the small one, acknowledging what he said and then letting him be. It seemed that one preferred just to watch and see what was going on as opposed to joining in eating. She was about to grab a piece of the bread for herself when she glanced up at the young man whilst he complimented her. His smile caused her heart to skip a beat. And then she smiled. Her smile was brief but it lit her face up from within.
Then he produced a book, something she had seen but never really learned to navigate since her village was more rustic than most. She took the book from him to investigate, turning it every which way, and soon flipping through pages, admiring the art. Then she handed the book back to him. She wondered at what he was trying to do… He could read and write, she knew that just by studying the scrawl some, but she didn’t know what was written.
She only assumed he was trying to communicate his name and such, so she thought for a moment on how to bridge the gap of communication a bit better. The girl then reached out and touched his ear to indicate he should listen, then she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
If in the several days he had been lost, he had not heard the sounds of the creatures that lived within the Usque forest, he would be in for a shock at the voices whispering, "Tahhh-naahhhh." It was said from several different sources, one echoing the next, and the sounds came from all around.
Tana thumped her chest to indicate her heart, then gestured around her to indicate that she belonged to the Usque.
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 21
Physical Description: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes doen to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Allegiances: Himself
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 15:04:07 GMT -8
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Post by Yutin on Jun 30, 2019 18:27:03 GMT -8
Yutin blinked again. He watched Tana closely, his eyes growing in size ever so slightly as he watched her pantomime her response. He betrayed no emotion as he witness this act. He mentally processed the information, sitting stock-still for a moment, before clumsily standing up. Yutin took a step in the sand, slipping and landing on his front. He stood up again and plodded through the sand towards a tree. He examined the ground and picked up a stick, about an inch and a half in diameter. He trudged his say back to his spot and sat down, pulling out a whittling knife. Yutin then proceeded to work on the stick, expertly shaping it to his want.
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Ekir Mashendra
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 20
Physical Description: Ekir is quite short (5'3") and fairly thin (130lbs), lending him an overall quite small appearance. He has soft, golden hair, and eyes the same color, and is prone to radiant, sunny smiles and quiet concern in equal measure.
Surprisingly, Ekir's body is actually quite well-developed; having served as a soldier in the past, Ekir's already-thin frame began to put on more muscle than he believed possible, and soon filled out enough that the young cleric needed new robes. That said, Ekir is still rather tiny compared to most front-line fighters.
Clothes and Equipment: Ekir wears soft yellow and red vestments or robes which generally trail to just above his ankles, a pair of heavy boots, and a light cuirass over his robes when in combat. He has a heavy pack full of random odds and ends, and occasionally the weight unbalances the man, lending him a comical appearance as he wobbles to keep himself upright. At his side rests a simply massive tome which he lugs around with impressive familiarity; the pages contain beautifully-detailed artwork, specific notes, entire chapters of personal history, spell formula, and more. Ekir's tome represents a great deal of his own life, and is his most treasured possession by far.
Allegiances: The Blessed Land of Avalon; Dauntina
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 14:27:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ekir Mashendra on Jun 30, 2019 18:43:31 GMT -8
Ekir's eyes widened dramatically as he listened to the voices all around echo the girl's name. Even the lizard on his arm seemed to warm to the girl, its sibilant hiss flickering through his consciousness. The sheer display of druidic magic was incredible! Ekir quickly shut his tome, understanding that the girl couldn't read by the slight pout on her lips, and nodded excitedly. He pointed to himself, murmuring.
"Ekir Mashendra. Ekir. Mashendra." Idly, he watched the other figure for a moment, expression puzzled as he tilted his head this way and that, wondering what the man was doing with his whittling. A few seconds later, he shook his head, his gaze returning to Tana. "I've some basic skill with druidic magic, but much of my knowledge is self-taught. I've studied the forest f-for years!" He smiled again, eyes shining. "You live here, now? In the forest? Where a-are the rest of your p-people?"
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: ***********
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Clothes and Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Allegiances: People of the Usque
Player's online availability : Whenever health doesn't get in the way
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 9:28:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Jun 30, 2019 19:05:15 GMT -8
Tana was not going to tell anyone, not even a handsome man with a smile that reached her in a place she had never really noticed before, for the people of the Usque, the ones that were deep within the forest, were an isolated bunch. It would be hard to be specific in any case, she thought, and then decided to tell him another way that they were all around... She lifted her hand in a graceful movement and waved it in a circle.
She grabbed the small loaf of bread and broke it in half, giving him the bigger half before taking a healthy bite of her half. She set it down while she chewed at the lump that caused her cheek to puff out slightly, and stood. Her food was swallowed as she paced back and forth for a moment and then pointed at herself, then lifted one finger in hopes he understood she was trying to say she was a solitary figure, lifted her other hand palm up and used two fingers to walk along her palm, then lifted the one finger again and thumped at her chest.
Soon enough, she gave a glance over to the small one and gestured to him as if to ask for his name.
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 21
Physical Description: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes doen to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Allegiances: Himself
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 15:04:07 GMT -8
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Post by Yutin on Jun 30, 2019 19:08:16 GMT -8
Yutin, who happened to glance up at the moment she gestured, understood immediately. He stood up and bowed. "Yutin, master craftsman at your service." He said grandly, before returning to his whittling. The stick was now taking the form of an eloquent, beautiful flute.
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Ekir Mashendra
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 20
Physical Description: Ekir is quite short (5'3") and fairly thin (130lbs), lending him an overall quite small appearance. He has soft, golden hair, and eyes the same color, and is prone to radiant, sunny smiles and quiet concern in equal measure.
Surprisingly, Ekir's body is actually quite well-developed; having served as a soldier in the past, Ekir's already-thin frame began to put on more muscle than he believed possible, and soon filled out enough that the young cleric needed new robes. That said, Ekir is still rather tiny compared to most front-line fighters.
Clothes and Equipment: Ekir wears soft yellow and red vestments or robes which generally trail to just above his ankles, a pair of heavy boots, and a light cuirass over his robes when in combat. He has a heavy pack full of random odds and ends, and occasionally the weight unbalances the man, lending him a comical appearance as he wobbles to keep himself upright. At his side rests a simply massive tome which he lugs around with impressive familiarity; the pages contain beautifully-detailed artwork, specific notes, entire chapters of personal history, spell formula, and more. Ekir's tome represents a great deal of his own life, and is his most treasured possession by far.
Allegiances: The Blessed Land of Avalon; Dauntina
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 14:27:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ekir Mashendra on Jul 1, 2019 7:26:58 GMT -8
Ekir watched Tana pantomime eagerly, nodding as she went. Her motions were beautiful, telling a story with minimal effort, a clearly-practiced method of communication. "A l-lone wanderer, like me, huh..." Ekir chuckled. "Nice to kn-know I'm not the only o-one." He gratefully bit into the bread, happily finding it to his liking. "This is q-quite good!"
Turning to Yutin, Ekir nodded. "You a-a-already know me. Ekir Mashendra. Pleasure to meet you." Overall, the young man's stammer seemed to have lessened somewhat, perhaps due to his slowly-increasing comfort with his two new companions. The lizard, for its part, wriggled in delight as Ekir fed it a small piece of the bread. "You shouldn't b-be eating that," he muttered, unable to keep a small smile off his face.
"So..." Ekir began, tilting his head to view both figures at once. "What b-brings you all the way o-out here? I know th-that Tana's a w-wanderer like me, but...what a-about you, Yutin?"
Off in the distance, a twig snapped, causing Ekir to flinch as the young cleric's keen hearing picked up on the sound. "Wh-wh-what was th-that?" He asked immediately.
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: ***********
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Clothes and Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Allegiances: People of the Usque
Player's online availability : Whenever health doesn't get in the way
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 9:28:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Jul 1, 2019 8:23:27 GMT -8
"Mmm," she hummed in response, nodding simultaneously. She also nodded to Yutin in response to his self introduction. She glanced at the flute he was carving and her eyes lit up. She produced her own from a pocket in the cloak that was hanging from the branch of the tree he was under. It was carved from rowan with a spiral design and it was polished and well loved. She put it back where it came from and then ate another big bite of her bread before moving to wrap it up for later since she was no longer hungry.
She never got very jumpy when it came to the sounds of the Usque since it was, after all, an enchanted forest where lots of strange things happened. She looked to Ekir and splayed out both of her hands, thumbs to each side of her head and mimicked the sound of an elk calling, question in her eyes. Or perhaps it was just a little animal.
If it was something else, she would worry.
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