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 17:46:04 GMT -8
She was dead to the world (asleep or disoriented) for that entire day, into the night, and into the next day. When she awoke, it was in the dark and the rain was hitting the fabric of the tent. She felt a form against her back and felt like she knew that feeling but couldn’t remember that she’d slept against him two nights prior (and certainly not the night before if he was in the tent.) She rolled over as her eyes adjusted, and found herself staring at the darkened face of the one who had saved her life.
Her left hand hurt and she was reminded.
Oh. Yes… She had sliced her hand open with a blade she hadn’t thrown into the fire. She hadn’t thought about what she was doing, she had just done it. The cloth flopped off of her forehead and she realized it was wet and cold on her forehead. Had she been feverish?
Oh.
Tana moved her hand to his face and stopped short of touching it. She sighed and realized she was crying. She held her injured hand to her chest, then finally used a finger to brush a lock of hair out of his face.
Whether he woke up or not, she rolled back to her other side and buried her face into the crook of her arm so she could weep in peace. She had no idea why she cried. Perhaps it was just that she felt lousy and thirsty and wanted to move beyond just rolling about but was too weak to do so. Perhaps it was because she realized her foolishness in trying to help someone she didn’t even know for reasons beyond her ken.
She liked Ekir… No, she more than liked him, and had risked her life for him without knowing him as a person and she didn’t know why.
The girl wondered how Yutin fared, if he had found shelter from the rain and discovered he didn’t have to stay awake to guard them. At some point, the nymphs would have introduced themselves to him and given him the knowledge that he could sleep just as the other two were. He did, after all, help one of the people of the Usque; he too had saved her life and they would honor that.
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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 18:26:06 GMT -8
Yutin sat crosslegged outside the tent, despite the rain. Indeed, the nymphs did come and permit him rest, but Yutin did not need it. He had spent many years of his life without much sleep and, inexplicably, was none worse for the wear. His yellow eyes dimmed slightly as the rain soaked his coat and dripped off his hood, but he did not mind. He heard Tana softly weeping, and pulled out his flute. Closing his eyes, he began to play a peppy, cheerful tune that was not loud enough to rouse or disturb either of the tent's inhabitants, but audible enough to stir some cheerfullness into Tana. He began to mix in lyrics with the tune, in some unkown language. Soon, the tune ended and Yutin stowed away his flute. As he did so, his mind flashed back to what Ekir had said about crafting a new flute. True, Yutin did long for a very rare type of wood called Ilex, but he did not want to own it at the expense of his friend. If he were to purchase some of the wood, Yutin would much rather it be out of his own pocket. The small being stood up and fashioned a quick fishing pole from a nearby stick and some string, and cast the line into the water to prepare a fresh breakfast for Tana and Ekir.
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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 3, 2019 9:12:54 GMT -8
Ekir stirred immediately when Tana awoke next to him, but carefully measured his breathing, remaining still and calm. Her heartbeat quickened, and he listened quietly as her shoulders began to heave, breath catching in her throat. He closed his eyes, knowing the pain of feeling so alone - and, perhaps, the relief of finding someone else to share life's experiences with. Certainly, the girl would at least be partially delirious from the aftermath of the fever, and Ekir closed his eyes for a moment, sighing. Coming to a swift decision, the young cleric sat up in his tent, startling Tana with the sudden motion. He bent down halfway, brushing some of the hair from her face.
"I will fetch water," he murmured quietly, rising and going out into the rain. Ekir's shirtless form moved out into the wet, filling a jug from the river as he nodded to Yutin. Silently, Ekir plodded back inside, grabbing a towel to dry himself even as he set the jug next to Tana's prone form. "Drink," he commanded softly, nudging her with one foot, smiling slightly. Perhaps, if he could get her to have something, she would feel a bit better.
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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 3, 2019 12:37:44 GMT -8
She took the water from him and struggled to sit up. As she sipped, though wanting to guzzle, she gave a hiccup. It was as she was pulling the water skin from her lips that the sounds of horns could be heard. Her eyes widened and she corked the skin before gesturing for him to help her out of the tent, for the sound of horns meant something terrible was happening. She was still so weak.
The nymphs came out of the woodwork and began to call out, "Tana! Tana! Lady Faisine sent for you!" Another cried out, "Woods being chopped down to the west! Creatures being attacked! You must go to the west now! Tana!" The girl in question was too ill to travel but she didn't seem to care because this was something bigger than anyone could fathom. She signed frantically to Ekir to get her to her feet as quickly as he could. She would find a way to do so if she must.
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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 3, 2019 12:43:32 GMT -8
Yutin scrambled up at the sound of the horns. "Lumberjacks." He growled. "Those filthy, foul, unclean..." He proceeded to mutter insults in another language. He turned to Ekir and Tana. "I will go ahead with the nymphs. You two should stay together... Tana is hurt enough and she does not need any other injuries." He grabbed his crossbow and loaded it, before turning to the nymphs. "Stealth and speed is of utmost importance. We need to strike swiftly and silently, as well as deal a crippling blow. I am not sure how you do this, but I will assist you in whatever way I can."
He dusted off his tunic and bowed. "Yutin. Ready to serve the forest."
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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 4, 2019 15:46:14 GMT -8
Ekir jumped at the sound of the horns. Were they, the trio of travelers, under attack? Had Sybarius returned? The cleric poked his head from the tent, looking about, and was nearly bowled over as Tana rushed as quickly as she could - still fairly fast, even in her weakened state - out into the center of the camp. Lunging, Ekir cursed as he missed pulling her back into the relative safety of the canvas.
"Tana!" He hissed as Yutin growled, letting loose a string of profanity that Ekir could not decipher, but understood as fervently derogatory from the tone of his voice and the darkened expression on his face. Ekir tilted his head for a moment at the smaller figure still grumbling angrily, before noticing the nymphs suddenly all around the small party. As he listened, Ekir nodded quietly, turning to Tana.
"Come, let's get you m-mobile," he stammered, shaking his head. Not the time to be nervous, he told himself.
The cleric gently supported Tana as he helped her slip on a pair of soft boots, a thicker shirt, and a heavy cloak which wrapped around her slim frame like a blanket. Ekir slipped on his hauberk, the chain settling reassuringly over his shoulders as he leaned forward to lay both his hands on Tana's shoulders.
"Stay. B-behind. Me." He commanded firmly. Though his tone was unwavering, Ekir's eyes flickered with open concern, and barely-concealed hesitation. He would not have suggested they do anything to disturb the still-recovering young girl...but it was her fight as well - and her home. Ekir could respect that, he knew, and would do everything in his power to keep the girl alive.
"Yutin!" Ekir called out, tossing the smaller man a potion. The tempered glass clinked as it rolled about in the man's grasp, liquid contents sloshing inside. "It may n-not taste as lovely as b-being healed, but it'll g-get the job done. Good l-luck, w-w-we'll catch up with you as-as soon as we can!"
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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 4, 2019 18:57:58 GMT -8
She was dressed and ready to go with Ekir's help even as he was angry for her movements. But it was her home, it was her duty. As soon as she had her staff in her hand, she used it to halt everyone. The Nymphs obeyed and moved into a formation. There was a fierce look in her eyes. She looked to the nymph at the head of the formation intently, and the beautiful being spoke for her. "We are not to attack. The lady Faisine has instructed us to retrieve Tana." The nymph's lips did not move, but they would hear a low and dusky voice coming from a graying but still strong nymph.
"We are to march to the west and halt the activity, but we do not want to lose more lives than need be."
Tana nodded, her head tilting down and her pained eyes remaining intent on the business at hand. She thumped her cane to the ground and closed her eyes for a moment before looking to her friends, nodding to the two of them as well. A nymph came forward, leading a steed, a majestic white unicorn with her horn adorned with gold and crystal to match the bridle and saddle. The old crone looked to Ekir and said, "You, boy, into the saddle behind her. She is in no shape to march and she knows it, by the look of her. It won't do for her to faint on the way unless someone sits behind her. It is two days march from here." And then she and all but one nymph disappeared into the woods.
The remaining nymph flitted about packing everything into a small, wolf pulled wagon, two trained wolves at the helm took the reigns and stood up straight.
Tana then turned to Ekir, sweat pouring from her pale face, her eyes meeting his as if to thank him, strapped the staff in and, assuming he helped, was in the saddle and ready to go. Tana nodded to Yutin to march ahead with the nymph. She knew that they would need to be careful and could not ride fast.
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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 5, 2019 7:18:09 GMT -8
Yutin caught the potion and quickly downed it. "Many thanks, friend." He turned and shuffled ahead of the nymphs, going at a job to keep in pace with them. "So no attacking? What about destroying equipment and causing general mischief?" He asked Tana and the nymphs. "Scaring them? Tricking them into believing they must leave?" He rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Ooh, it's been a while since I've seen any sort of action like this. I suppose it is time to shake off the rust."
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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 5, 2019 7:30:59 GMT -8
Ekir, eyes wide as he watched the nymphs go about their business, jumped at strong tone of command sourced from the elder nymph. He nodded once, firmly, as he glanced over to Tana. The young cleric breathed out a short, exasperated sigh.
"O-of course. I'll do it," he stated, moving immediately to Tana and gently helping her into the saddle. Ekir examined the horse as he did so, finding the creature's calm demeanor and intelligent eyes a comfort; though the man had ridden half-crazed beasts when fleeing from all manner of chaos and destruction in the past, he preferred that their current ride - especially one bearing a wounded passenger - be far more placid. Another nod from Ekir, and he'd boosted Tana into the saddle, sliding in behind her with practiced ease. As his chest pressed to her back, the scent of the woodlands - quiet, rushing streams; tall, unbroken foliage; the prancing fauna and rough earth - filled his nostrils, and he did his best to keep the slight blush from his face as Tana half-turned, her eyes wide and so very close. Gently, the man slid an arm around her waist, holding her in place as he whipped at the reins.
"We'll s-see you s-soon!" Ekir shouted to Yutin, giving the man a small wave. A heartbeat later, the horse sped off into the undergrowth.
The creature seemed to find its way with unerring precision, traveling along a route that Ekir did little to direct. He merely rode along, gently nudging the horse from obstacles he noticed with his keen eyesight, and most importantly ensured that Tana remained seated. The cleric took a slow, measured breath, allowing himself to relax for a moment and enjoy the peace of the untamed wilds. Before a battle, he knew, the air was tense and fraught with danger, as though before a thunderstorm...and yet, here, all was still, quiet, slow. Finding whatever measure of peace he could in the repetitive, drum-like hoofbeats and the crackling and swishing of their passage through the tall grasses, Ekir pulled Tana a little tighter against himself, letting her head rest back against his shoulder.
"How long have you lived here?" He murmured.
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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 5, 2019 8:49:20 GMT -8
Everyone:Her eyes widened a little and she gave a grin down at the short one. She gave a nod to give Yutin the permission, the nymph said, "We must be as invisible as possible, but we can do that and stall the work. Do you know how to drive a wolf cart?" She handed the reigns to him, the cart would be faster with a small man such as Yutin, and it would make their journey easier. Tana/Ekir:When the group separated and they rode easily through the Usque, the steed did most of the navigating but did not go fast to jostle the girl. When asked how long she had lived in the Usque, she sleepily tapped his arm nineteen times to indicate the years. Her hand moved to his and squeezed to let him know she would be alright, everything would be fine. She had known the day would come when Faisine would have need of her in this way. The steed veered off the path. She angled herself a little to look at him because it was in her eyes that she knew where they were going. It was an hour into the ride that the steed took them from the same path as the others. They followed a path under sprawling oak trees and woods so quiet that the sound of the hooves upon the ground were echoing loudly, crunching over dead leaves and other foliage. Eventually buildings that were ancient and taken back by nature came into site, towers filled with trees and forestry and starting to become numerous. They rode for ten minutes through the vast network of cobbled streets that were buckled and broken until they came to a stop in the center.
The scene before them was eerie until, with an odd sound that resembles the way slime does when in mass, everything came to life and the abandoned look was gone. A group of teenage girls approached and all knelt. They were wearing armor that looked almost elvish in nature.
Yutin/Nymph:There were masses moving along through the woods on either side of the river, an ethereal sight. The mist that rose was just like the last several nights and the rain was still coming down in a slow drizzle. The nymph nodded at some point to indicate the cart should be stopped. The nymph pointed, Yutin would more than likely figure out that he was surrounded by numerous nymphs by the time the singing started. “They make barrier,” said the nymph and nodded toward the group of them.”
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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 5, 2019 13:47:28 GMT -8
Yutin took the reins and made his way towards the point where the nymph had indicated. "Lumberjacks won't stop at a barrier." He informed the nymph. "We need to scare them off. Preferably permanently." He looked around. "You guys have nature magic, right? There should be some simple way to imitate a giant beast."
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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 5, 2019 15:20:14 GMT -8
"Nineteen," Ekir murmured. "I-I'm twenty, myself. Joined the military at eighteen and served two y-years, then c-came here. I've never seen somewhere so p-pretty," he spoke quietly, voice carrying a note of wonder. "N-not even Ordin is so grandiose." Ekir then mostly fell silent for the remainder of the ride, taking in the peaceful tranquility...storing it for a time where he knew he would need every shred of sanity he could muster.
That is, until the pair arrived in the elven city.
"E-elves," Ekir breathed in amazement, looking around as the figures began to emerge from the trees and grasses around the mounted pair. "I've n-never seen so many at once; they're r-rather reclusive in A-Alancria!" The look of wonder on his face only intensified as he gazed, open-mouthed and slack-jawed, around at the architecture that had seemingly sprouted from the trees themselves. The graceful, swooping arches and gentle, unobtrusive groundwork made it truly seem as though the elves had simply stepped from the earth and become one with the forest.
"Tana, y-you're...an elf?" Ekir cocked his head in slight confusion, eyes sliding openly to the girl's ears, puzzled. "Y-you don't, ah..." He coughed once, blushing slightly, turning away to look at the young girls surrounding the pair before blushing further, quieting. "Ah...w-where should we go? I'm a b-bit lost."
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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 5, 2019 17:48:12 GMT -8
For Yutin:
“The barrier will slow them down,” said the being. “Some of us shall die for this, but they will make a wall of trees appear to be linked together by lots of tangled wind and fortification of the bark, dulling the saw blades.” She nodded as all the nymphs headed west to do the barrier. They began their trek again in the gloomy morning, the sun barely shining after it rose.
And then they continued their march.
For Ekir:
She slept off and on during their slower, more tedious walk, though was awake enough to give some responses to his words. She squeezed his hand when he mentioned his age and not being anywhere as beautiful as her home.
When they found the village, it appeared to be made by the elves, but nobody in the village were, they were all human with fae ancestry. One of the girls approached the horse and knelt to Tana. The girl looked down and gave a firm nod, lifting her hand and giving the silent command to the small group, who all stood and saluted in their way and took off to prepare for marching.
The steed was on the move again before Tana shook her head at his question. She was human… mostly… and he had just seen the people of the Usque for the very first time.
They were back on path soon enough.
Tana fell asleep against his chest after turning herself around in the saddle.
For everyone:
At some point after a long march in the drizzling rain, the group would meet up again at the banks and the nymph would have already put camp together. Food was made by the time Ekir and Tana caught up.
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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 6, 2019 7:32:13 GMT -8
Yutin hopped off the dogsled and plodded over to Tana and Ekir. He looked up at Ekir. "How's she holding up?" He asked. "Because these nymphs are planning on sacrificing themselves to do this, and I'm gonna need both of you to help me make sure that doesn't happen." He scuffed the dirt in frustration. "There has to be another way." He grumbled. "We don't need to stop them for a time, we need to get rid of them. That's the only way this will work." And with that, he sat down in the dirt and began to formulate a plan, sketching designs in the dirt with a small twig.
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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 7, 2019 6:42:12 GMT -8
Ekir stroked Tana's hair as he pondered the truth of the situation, half-lulled to sleep himself by the pounding of the horse's hooves. Humans with fae ancestry...something he'd only ever dreamed of. Alancria held many surprises, but this was one that Ekir could honestly say he'd never experienced. The young cleric sighed, letting his eyes close for just a moment as he took a long breath, letting their horse continue to carry them unerringly towards their destination, seemingly memorized by the creature.
When his eyes opened, the horse had slowed to a halt, and they were once again surrounded by nymphs - only, accompanied by a familiar face.
"Yutin!" Ekir called out in happiness, gently shaking Tana with the force of his cry. He settled hands on Tana's shoulders, eyes peering into her own cautiously for a moment. "Sorry to w-wake you...I-I suppose my excitement g-got the better of me," Ekir murmured. "Let's go g-greet them." He steadied Tana, sliding down from the horse and letting her slump into his embrace. The sleepy woman struggled to wake herself as Ekir lowered her towards the ground, and for a moment he let her simply lean against him, face in his chest.
"Time to wake up," he murmured with a smile. He looked up to Yutin, eyes meeting the shorter man's, and resolve flashed through his gaze.
"You're right. We'll do our b-best to make sure that d-doesn't happen. No one's sacrificing themselves needlessly t-today. What can we do to get rid of these woodcutters f-for good? If you've a p-plan, I'd listen gladly."
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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 7, 2019 11:24:21 GMT -8
She wanted to say asleep, but Ekir was insistent on him waking her up. Luckily he was willing to stand there for her to lean into and go right back to sleep. The steed had a look in her eye that suggested she was behind the sleepies, but that was just a look and could only be speculated upon. Her eyes opened finally and she heaved a great sigh.
The nymph spoke for Tana again, "They've already began. You might see our deaths as wasteful, but when a wood nymph dies, they become trees." Tana nodded in agreement. That was all that was said about it, either man would have to accept what was beyond their control.
Her uninjured hand clutched at Ekir's arm for longer than necessary, then moved to curl around his hand. She didn't think about it, there were no warnings that it would happen, she simply just... grasped. Her fingers twined through his and she looked at him.
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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 7, 2019 13:37:50 GMT -8
Yutin waved at Ekir, then turned to the nymph. "That's great, I suppose. I still think there's a better way. Or something I can do to help, I can't exactly turn into a tree when I die." He chuckled. He approached Ekir. "How's she holding up? Anything I can get you two? We need to prepare for, well, whatever we're going to need to do." As he spoke, he blowgun and darts, and began to fashion some more darts from spare metal he had on his person. "We could knock 'em out and take them somewhere else." he said to the nymph.
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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 7, 2019 17:13:56 GMT -8
Ekir nodded to Yutin as his hand clutched Tana's more tightly. "I-I'll do my best to support the front lines. No one will die, if I can help it. Feel free to take shots at these fiends whenever you have a chance," he spoke loudly, in a firm voice. "They should not trouble our land. Nor will I permit them to." Ekir's other hand tightened at his side, and a firm, disapproving expression settled on his face.
He turned to the rest of the gathered nymphs. "I will keep you from death as best I am able. I will protect you against the embrace of the earth. I will safeguard you from our enemy with all my power. All I ask is that you defend your home. Stand and fight against this injustice!" He commanded, eyeing Tana sidelong.
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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 7, 2019 18:20:04 GMT -8
She squeezed at Ekir's hand as the two males did what males do... Puff up and act primative. The nymph nodded to Ekir ad Yutin before she disappeared into the forest to put a halt to half of the other nymph's travels. "Stand down." Tana nodded in some agreement, but she knew that they also had to trust the nymphs as well. The camp was soon clear of the fae creatures for the moment. With a tired sigh, Tana tugged at Ekir's hand lightly and when she managed to get him to look at her, she gazed at him for a long moment and then pulled away and walked to the river. She sat down and began to pull water up to her lips thirstily.
At some point, Tana had disappeared around the bend and bathed to get rid of three days worth of fever sweat after eating a little bit of breakfast. She was still easily tired and such and had to be escorted to and from the camp. They were joined by the group of armed women from the village, and soon the camp became something much bigger. The camp was mostly quiet and solemn by the time she crawled into the tent she now shared with Ekir. She had grown quite comfortable around him.
One of the girls looked to Yutin and explained the plan for him for march with them while the nymphs were led by the one who had.
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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 8, 2019 9:07:03 GMT -8
Yutin listened to the plan. "Right, sounds good. When do we leave?" He asked the nymphs eagerly. "Because I'd like to get rid of these lumberjacks as soon as possible."
He was on the verge of going off on his own and taking care of it, for he was not used to plans, nor was he used to working with/for a large group of people. Working with Tana and Ekir was easy enough, but many many more nymphs? Yutin suppressed a shudder. Teamwork was hard.
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