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 Jul 1, 2019 8:23:55 GMT -8
Yutin calmly pulled out a hollow, intricately carved stick. He watched the spot where the sound came from very intently, his bright yellow eyes unblinking. After a few minutes, he rested thenstick by his side and finished the flute. He played a few notes on it, then offered it to Ekir and Tana.
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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 9:37:22 GMT -8
Ekir's eyes brightened as he saw the exchanging of flutes, especially the intricate, almost otherworldly markings on Tana's. As Yutin played, Ekir struggled slightly, squirming in place as though he wanted to speak, but stayed silent. His eyes drifted again towards the forest as another twig snapped, and although he couldn't resist a slight giggle at Tana's elk impersonation, his head tilted to the side again in curiosity as he watched the now-silent forest.
"...T-Tana," Ekir stuttered. "W-where...wh-where are all the s-sounds of the forest?" As he spoke, the lizard wrapped around his arm lifted its head, flicking out its tongue rapidly to taste the air, coiling tighter in response to its bearer's sudden nervousness flooding its tiny consciousness. Although Ekir's senses were sharp, evidently the tiny being noticed ongoings in nature before Ekir, for it suddenly gave a great hissing - far more loudly than it would seem could come from such a small creature - before darting up his sleeve, causing him to yelp in surprise, dancing about.
"O-out, you, a-argh..." The cleric's singsong voice took on a vexed tone as he patted at the lizard before it seemed to settle over his shoulder, hidden by the folds of his cloak. Ekir looked up again, listening intently, as he, too, heard what the lizard had.
Footsteps. Footsteps that went to great lengths to avoid being heard, though Ekir could still find their presence through where the forest had halted its natural rhythm, and from the barely-perceptible paces that slowly edged in an arc around the camp, as though tracing their presence.
"...G-get behind me," Ekir murmured, reaching for his tome and beginning to flip open the pages. He slid from the rock in one smooth motion, gently pulling Tana behind him and motioning for Yutin to join them as well. Ekir's comforting, quiet magic seemed to sink into the ground at his feet, buoying the movements of the two nearby, filling them with a delightful energy.
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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 Jul 1, 2019 9:44:03 GMT -8
Yutin hastily stood up. "An intruder." He warned. He slipped a dart into his blowgun and tucked it away. He scrambled over to a bush and hid in it, his dark robes camouflaging him. Yutin raised a small crossbow.
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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 10:39:07 GMT -8
He was asking strange questions by that point, she thought as she gazed at Ekir. Then he was telling her to get behind him and sending out waves of calm. Except that she was not one to get behind anybody. She moved from behind him and cast a look his way before grabbing her staff and standing beside him.
She had seen the destruction of Trogdor’s wraith three years prior, dragon slaying was serious business in these parts. She glanced over to her new friends and then back toward the footsteps, then concentrated.
The image of whatever was approaching would soon appear as a shape blown by wind to see if there was any actual danger to be had. It would seem so, however, since it was very very rare for the Usque to go quiet.
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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 12:32:02 GMT -8
Ekir, somewhat bolstered by the courage displayed by his newfound allies, held his tome defiantly, other hand clutching a knife strapped to his leg, hidden beneath his robes. His golden eyes, previously wide with wonder and happiness, were narrowed in suspicion and mild paranoia, and he shiftily glanced from right to left, watching the edge of the forest carefully.
At the edge of the leaves, the shade granted by the tree canopy seemed to darken, concentrating until it had nearly entirely blocked the sunlight. Ekir's eyes widened, straining to see into the shadowy pall, but as it massed together, it began to billow out from under the leaves, blanketing the ground. Ekir stumbled back, distracted by the effect, and the ground upon which he stood pulsed fiercely in response to this incursion of darkness. He held his ground after a moment, planting his feet and glaring - a rather feisty glare for such a diminutive individual.
The pall that had swept along the ground cleared quickly, but from the line of trees not twenty feet away stepped an unnaturally gangly, long-limbed man with a wide-brimmed rancher's hat, a dark suit, and a faint shimmering in the air at his shoulders that seemed to follow wherever he stepped. His face was shrouded in perpetual shadow under the hat, the only visible feature a wide grin which displayed a row of pearly-white, perfect teeth. Ekir froze in place, and Tana would feel the sudden, overwhelming terror coming from the young man.
"Good afternoon," the man spoke, his voice layered, distorted, as though several people were speaking at once. Behind him, the air rippled menacingly, the shimmering increasing in intensity. "We've come to deliver a message," the man murmured with a small bow, affecting a cultured tone despite the obvious disparity in his appearance.
Ekir shook visibly from his position, not daring to speak, choosing instead to incline his head. In response, the magics swirling at his feet glowed more brightly, illuminating the small clearing for a few moments. The man shrank back, letting loose a small hiss of displeasure.
"Now, let's not be feisty," he muttered. "Don't shoot the messenger, and all. Just hear me out - you've nothing to lose."
Ekir nodded, eyeing the man carefully.
"Don't return to Alancria. Ever. The boss isn't h-h-h-happy with you, young man - and n-n-n-n-n..." As the man continued to speak, a sickly tearing sound emanated from under his hat, and Ekir's emotions went into overdrive. The cleric reached out with one hand and snapped, a massive golden warhammer appearing in his grip, emitting a powerful amount of celestial light.
"Do not. C-cease at o-o-once," Ekir commanded, voice wavering. The man - not truly a man, but a gangly being - rippled in place even more violently now, as the tearing and snapping sounds from under the brim of its hat continued. Finally, after a few seconds, it looked up...and where a perfect set of teeth had been, many mouths gnashed hungrily at the air, eager for victims. Ekir stood his ground, brandishing the warhammer, teeth gritted. For its part, the being simply laughed, sound exiting from every mouth at once.
"It knows how to tempt us..." It spoke in a gravelly, multidimensional rasp. "Alas, we are just here to deliver a message." It seemed to pause to think for a moment, before continuing. "Do not return to Alancria. Your presence in the eastern Wei Jungle was noted. The Duke was most...unhappy...with the loss of his prized assets. Many unfortunate things would befall you were you to return...especially to one who has already escaped us once. You know we always reclaim what is ours."
The being leaned forward, many sets of teeth gleaming in delight.
"Always."
The darkness under the trees bunched up once more, building until it reached a critical mass before billowing over, slithering around the figure's feet. It stepped backwards, soon enveloped by the black mist, and vanished. Ekir stood still for several long minutes, sweat beading his forehead, before the warhammer disappeared as swiftly as it had come. With a hoarse, strangled cry, the young cleric let his book fall to the ground, dropping to his knees in the dirt, golden eyes full of utter hopelessness.
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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 Jul 1, 2019 12:43:02 GMT -8
A sudden twang insued, and a metal bolt shot out from Yutin's crossbow. It zipped towards the creature at high speeds. Yutin calmly reloaded and switched to his blowgun, raising it to his mask under the hood. "I would ask that you leave my acquaintance alone," he squeaked loudly. "Else I may have to resort to violent methods in order to convince you to leave."
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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 13:22:33 GMT -8
She peered at the scene before her and lowered her staff. Her face was grim as the figure dissipated and left the trio as they were. Tana moved to Ekir after the thing was gone and he had fallen to his knees. Even the little man was defensive of the bigger one. She moved to her knees in front of him and touched his chin to get him to look at her, her big expressive browns peering into his golden ones as if to tell him that he would be just fine, assuming he looked up.
After a moment, she thumped his chest and then whirled her hand around as she had done with herself. Then she pointed at herself and lifted her staff some, then used the pointer finger to point at him and thumped his chest again. There were unhappy whispers all around them, offended by the dark force that had come to be. She grunted and they whispered for her… You can be one of us now, one of us, one of us now, now now, one of us now, you can be one of usyoucanbe…
Tana knew what she had to do for that to happen. It was going to hurt her more than him, for this was a deeper kind of magic and she had not used it in a very long time. She lifted her hand up, palm facing him, and drew her finger across like a knife, then gestured to him. It’s in the bloodinthe blood it’s in the blood. Her blood.
She thumped at her heart and whirled the hand again, then thumped his heart and did the same.
The girl looked to the little guy who didn’t need that kind of help since he didn’t seem human. She was human but she was also a descendant of fae and the Usque REALLY belonged to the fae creatures.
Tana repeated herself with the gestures. There was something about Ekir that made her want to keep him in these parts… she didn’t know what.
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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 17:38:21 GMT -8
Ekir looked up into Tana's eyes, and she could see the grief of just over a decade contained there - long years of torment and pain, effected by the masters of the very being that just visited them to deliver a stern, dire warning. Ekir's golden eyes were clouded with unshed tears, and for several seconds he simply stared into Tana's. When she moved, it was as though the spell was broken, and his expressive face shifted, becoming more set in stone. He wiped at his eyes with his sleeve, shivering once before falling still. Around him, as he watched Tana's pantomime, he heard the voices echo.
"...I..." Ekir tried to speak, but his voice faltered, and he looked down in shame, biting his lip. His fear too great, the tiny cleric slowly reached out to the earth, laying his hand upon it, feeling comforted by the soft ground underneath him. "...I-I...do not know if I c-can..." he murmured softly. Looking up to Tana, he prayed quietly that she would understand - that he needed to wander, to find himself among the beauty of this new land.
"Here has b-been...incredible...b-but...I d-do not think I can...stay f-forever..." He breathed. "Perhaps I'll...c-come back some day." He struggled to smile, but the tears threatened to return, and so he looked to the ground once more, studying the dirt at his feet.
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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 18:07:16 GMT -8
She shook her head at him, then shook her head because he thought he would be stuck in the forest if he did it. “N-n…. n… not-t… st… t… tuck h….. ha….. ha…” She grew frustrated and then forced the word out, “Here. W…. w…. we p… p…. pro… t-t-tect a… a… ah… ours.” There was no other way to get it out but to speak for the second time in a day. She went back to pantomiming after that because it hurt her head to speak, especially when as vehement as she was. Tana thumped his chest and then thumped hers as if laying claim on him.
Then she grabbed his hand and quickly pulled her dagger, sliced his palm with the flick of her wrist and then did the same to hers, and then she pressed bloody palm to bloody palm and squeezed until her blood mixed with his. Almost immediately, he might hear the forest in sharper contrast as she focused her energy on him. It would take several minutes to start noticing other things, the ancient magic flowing in through the cut as she bonded her blood with his.
When she let go, his wound would have closed and would not even feel the pain it should have, but hers would not since she could not cast on herself. She fell back and then walked toward the edge of the river to sit down to tend to her wound. It would be comparable to the way a fledgling vampire felt after his mortality died… except without the horrible pain of death… but it would take quite some time for it to happen to where everything was almost like sensory overload.
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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 Jul 1, 2019 19:13:12 GMT -8
Yutin watched the two, his yellow eyes peering out from the bush. Standing up, he shook off the leaves and stowed his weapons inside his tunic. He shyffled over to Ekir, his eyes looking up at his new friend with concern and compassion. "If it's any consolation, I'll stand by you against those slimy knuckledraggers." He said, his voice cracking. "Clearly they need to be shown their place." He patted Ekir's shoulder gently, then looked over at Tana. "They're intruding in the forest, are they not?" He asked. "Is that not grounds upon which we can defend ourselves, and the forest?" Yutin spread his arms. "All is not lost. We can fight back."
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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 2, 2019 6:06:21 GMT -8
Ekir's eyes widened as he felt the magic flow through him, running its course as their blood mingled. Tana's voice echoed through his consciousness, and he struggled to retain his senses even as the nature magic raced through him. His vision whited out, and the next thing he knew he was laying in the grass, dozens of new sensations and feelings washing over him, fighting for his attention, along with thousands of clamoring voices that nearly deafened the frightened young cleric. He curled up with a yelp, shivering as he heard Yutin's voice in the background of the din. The comforting words from the tiny man, although barely audible through the haze of new perceptions and almost shouting, excited voices echoing all around, did help to ground the cleric, and he reached out towards that quiet, fervent murmur as best he could. Slowly, Ekir returned to reality.
Ekir lifted his head from the grass, blinking owlishly in the deepening dusk, noting that the sun had begun to drop below the horizon. By the riverbank, he witnessed Tana trying to clean her wound; looking down at his own hand, he noticed his palm scarred over in a small white line, the result of recent healing...and ritual wound. Ekir frowned; although his back was covered in such lacerations, he'd never gotten a close look at them...the cleric shook his head; better to examine later. Stepping quietly over to Yutin, he laid a hand on the man's shoulder briefly.
"My thanks," he murmured as he slipped past the man. "If that...thing...ever returns, we'll be ready." He continued on to Tana, sitting himself down in the dirt next to her, watching the stream rush by as she tried to clean her cut. Although normally ritual wounds were not deep, perhaps she'd slipped slightly, and he watched as she feebly attempted to hide the severity of the slice she'd inflicted upon herself. Ekir's hand shot out, gently but firmly grasping her wrist and turning her palm over.
The young cleric struggled not to wince, but concern clearly radiated through his gently glowing eyes, and his emotion washed over Tana - gratitude, worry, and some other turbulent, light, flickering emotion that danced at the edges of her consciousness like a song she could hear the faintest notes of.
"Let me." Ekir commanded gently, rising from his seat. Moments later, he returned with his small pack, withdrawing a small bowl and several herbs and roots. A minute or two later, he'd ground everything into a poultice that he applied with firm, gentle fingers to Tana's palm. Ekir's eyes seemed to glow even brighter, becoming more than just a trick of the light, as he murmured under his breath while working. Tana could feel the sharp pain from the wound slowly ebb into a dull ache, and then finally, nothing. Ekir wrapped the wound tightly, leaving Tana the ability to flex her fingers, but sealing the wound against the outside quite well. Task completed, the cleric looked up into her eyes, giving her a soft, quiet smile.
"Thank you," he murmured, blushing slightly.
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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 2, 2019 7:34:20 GMT -8
She gave Yutin a nod before tapping her bloodied hand, thumping her heart and pointing at Ekir before whirling her finger around as if to say that the forest would protect Ekir now; the nymphs, the unicorns, the elk and deer, the birds and the buzzing insects, the trees and the grass... They were all a part of the young man now with the transfer of magic.
She was bothered at the moment; bothered by the episode that had happened, bothered that she had reacted so strongly when she hardly knew Ekir and shouldn’t even have wanted to protect him so fiercely. But there was something about him that drew her… perhaps his speech impediment that she had too, or the way his golden eyes were.
He sat down and took her hand… she shouldn’t let him but she did. The girl leaned into him tiredly because she had overdone things too between the magic and the draining of… her. He moved away from her then to gather whatever it was he needed, and she let him tend to the cut with his gentle fingers.
While he worked, she looked at his face for a time and curled her fingers lightly. It was hard to do much with that hand as he wrapped it tightly. With the mingling of their blood, too, whatever dynamics there had been before, they felt stronger now and the girl wasn’t even sure what was happening between the two of them. She’d been attracted to boys before when younger but never really approached because of the stutter, but Ekir stuttered and he was awkward to a degree, and endearing, and… She pulled away a little and forced her gaze elsewhere.
She patted his arm with her uninjured hand as if to return the gratitude as well as acknowledge his thanks.
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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 Jul 2, 2019 7:40:02 GMT -8
Yutin, still standing, watched the two. Although it wasn't visible, there was a smile growing on his face. "Young love." He thought. "Such a beautiful thing." He sat down clumsily and pulled out the flute. He reached inside his tunic ans brought out some tools, finishing the beautiful intrument.
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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 2, 2019 8:25:06 GMT -8
As Ekir heard Yutin murmur quietly about young love, his face heated, turning bright red in sheer embarrassment. The cleric gave a low cough, clearing his throat, before turning to look back at Tana. To his chagrin, his blush remained firmly in place, but he smiled despite it, reaching out to pull Tana into a light hug. He had to admit that the delicate, fae-like appearance of Tana was uniquely interesting, and that more than once her exotic eyes and curled smile had captured his attention in far more aspects than he was used to.
Is all of this moving too quickly? I can't tell any more, Ekir thought quietly. He laid his hand gently in Tana's, relaxing quietly against the rock of the riverbank, watching the stream rush by his toes. Yesterday I was a wanderer with no mission other than to forget every mission I'd ever had for Dauntina. I could not run any faster, could not escape the stench, blood, and smoke of war that followed me. Now...
Ekir stared intently into the water, as though it had answers that the young cleric could not divine himself.
Now who am I?
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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 2, 2019 9:18:09 GMT -8
Tana did not hear anything from Yutin, but found herself in an embrace that hadn't been expected. Then he lay his hand in hers and she wasn't sure what to do but to squeeze. The girl, exhausted by that point, gave a sleepy yawn. Her head moved to his shoulder of it's own volition. The fireflies danced through the air as the breeze lifted a little, the sounds of the Usque were peaceful things like the chirping of crickets and croaking frogs.
Ekir in particular might notice now that the water was in different hues than before, glowing even to resemble Aurora Borealis in the way the colors shifted and blended into the mist that rose from it. The entire forest could be seen through his eyes as though different eyes at that point and it was breathtaking. Yutin might very well be able to see it if there was even the slightest drop of fae or magic blood within him even if he was no native to the lands that the Usque covered.
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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 Jul 2, 2019 9:25:36 GMT -8
Yutin looked around the forest letting a small sigh of satisfaction escape. He crossed his legs and put the flute to his lips, beginning a soft and calm melody, one that would certainly relax Ekir and Tana. He continued playing, fingers nimbly jumping across the instrument. His yellow eyes flashed and flicked towards his friends, watching them as he played. Something inside him had pulled him here...perhaps he had fae blood. His ancestry was mixed, and he was the result of many generations of mixed blood.
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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 2, 2019 9:57:12 GMT -8
For a long, long time, Ekir stared into the water, thoughts swirling quietly as he began to explore his newfound senses. The land - to which he had ever been connected - finally seemed to return his adoration and appreciation, granting him knowledge, surety, and even a hint of power - a distinct, earthen rush that filled his limbs with a renewed sense of vigor. And yet, despite his sensory overload, Ekir felt himself yawn exhaustedly, his eyes drooping as the music from Yutin flowed over him like a gentle breeze.
When at last his eyes closed for the night, Ekir felt more at peace than he had in years - as though he'd truly found somewhere he could relax and simply...unwind. He fell asleep like that - back propped against a large, smooth rock, Tana's face buried in his shoulder, breathing softly, as Yutin's music lulled them both to slumber.
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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 2, 2019 10:28:41 GMT -8
The next morning found her waking up on the cold ground, surprisingly curled up against her friend. She blinked a few times and then rubbed the grit from her eyes and pulled away as gently as possible so as not to wake him up. Her hand hurt and she felt ill, but it was her own fault for slicing her palm open without sanitizing the blade first. She grabbed her gathering basket and disappeared into the woods to gather berries for breakfast and look for some feverfew. Hours passed by and she did not return to camp even if the others had awakened.
Tara wasn't lost by any means, but as the morning wore on, she felt increasingly bad and knew the wound had gotten infected despite the efforts to clean it properly. She guzzled thirstily at the water in her water skin, but it didn't feel like enough, for her tongue was dry and sticky in her mouth. She turned back to go to camp and rest, but she felt like her body had gone heavy and her coordination was failing her.
Luckily enough, she was maybe twenty yards from camp... but she stumbled and fell, dropping the basket, berries and fruit rolling out, no feverfew found. Instead of trying to get up, she gave a sigh and decided to just lay there for the moment. Her eyes closed and she was out.
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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 Jul 2, 2019 10:39:43 GMT -8
Yutin had seen her leave early in the morning. It had seemed that he had not gone to sleep, intead training his gaze around the campsite, guarding it and his friends. When Tana did not return, Yutin stood up. "Something is amiss..." He murmured to himself. He made his way into the forest. It wasn't long before he found Tana on the ground. "This does not bode well." He said. He examined her, his ever-watchful gaze scanning her body. He spotted her hand and flipped it over, scrutinizing the palm. "Infection." He stood up and hustled back to Ekir. "Ekir! Ekir!" He shouted, shaking the young man. "Tana has need of your medical expertise! You are a cleric, are you not! We must make haste. Follow me!" He turned and rushed back into the forest where Tana lay unconcious.
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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 2, 2019 16:19:50 GMT -8
Ekir's sleep was dreamless and dark, seemingly over in a few instants - his eyes closed, and he awoke suddenly in the next moment to frantic shouting, his shoulder being shaken violently. The cleric's eyes snapped open in an instant...and his golden warhammer appeared in his grip as he leapt to his feet, scanning his surroundings. His eyes settled on Yutin, and the man would notice a dangerous glint in Ekir's eyes, a leftover remnant of his time in the military; it seemed that when roused suddenly, Ekir returned mentally to a very different place and time, where every instant brought danger. At last, the golden warhammer dissipated, and Ekir listened as Yutin frantically shouted to him about Tana.
Tana.
Ekir rushed to follow, snagging his pack as the two sprinted for Tana's prone form. Before he had even fallen to his knees next to her, he smelled the infection standing over her. Ekir's lips twisted in disgust - had he really forgotten to pack some feverfew into the wound? The whispers in his mind swirled around, the forest itself seeming to reach out for Tana; fearful, nervous, disquieted voices erupted in a cacophony as Ekir lifted her, gently carrying her nearly-weightless form back to their campsite.
"I owe you deeply for this, friend," Ekir murmured to Yutin. "Next time w-we're in town, tell me what kind of f-flute you usually play, and I'll see to it that y-you're gifted with enough material to craft whatever you like." He smiled reassuringly to Yutin, giving the man a slight, thankful nod. As he set Tana down on a flat rock near the center of the campsite (usually reserved for the group's breakfast, it would seem), the voices surged again, more powerful than before. This time Ekir frowned, concentrating. He spoke both aloud and mentally, voice fervent and dedicated.
"I am a healer." I was a healer long before I entered this place. "I will do everything in my power to save her." But try though you might, you cannot help her now. "She will recover from this. I will ensure it." But for now...quiet. Let me work.
"Let me show you how we do things where I'm from."
Ekir unbound the wound, holding his breath as the rank air dissolved into the surrounding breeze, and went to work. Cleansing poultices and salves were rubbed in; dried blood and infected material cleaned away; fresh ingredients - this time, with crucial feverfew, applied; and finally, cold cloths laid over Tana's forehead, with a rough, heavy blanket from Ekir draped over her on the rock. As an afterthought, Ekir lit a fire nearby, slowly stoking it to a large, cheery blaze that licked hungrily at the wood he kept it fed with. The heat washed over Tana, keeping her at a reasonably warm temperature while the cloths, constantly re-dipped in the chilled river, did their best to reduce the headache her fever would introduce. Fever, Ekir knew, was the body's natural reaction to infection, and should be encouraged...but not too much.
"She'll live," he muttered to Yutin. "I know she will. She--she has to."
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