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 8, 2019 9:40:47 GMT -8
Ekir watched as Tana went off to bathe, listening to Yutin's questioning. He sighed, smiling softly as he watched the tiny man pace around, clearly anxious to be off. With a wave of his hand, a burst of golden magic exploded like a miniature firework in front of Yutin, the rays dazzling in their intensity. Ekir turned towards the momentarily-blinded man, still wearing the same gentle smile.
"Calm, m-my friend," he admonished. "We'll be on o-our way s-soon enough. I-it will do you no good b-before a battle to stress yourself s-so." He patted the man on the shoulder calmly, trying his best to impart a measure of his own emotion - outwardly, a tightly-controlled river of icy tranquility - into Yutin. After that, Ekir entered the tent with Tana, and upon seeing her mostly-unclothed, immediately flushed bright red and shielded his eyes.
"A-ah," he murmured, eyes firmly shut, "I-I'll be right back. I just w-wanted to l-l-let you know that w-we'll be ready to m-move soon," the young cleric stammered out, before hastening back out of the tent, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. Ekir sought out the nymphs nearby, discussing plans with them to cluster in a small formation - one that would make it far easier for Ekir to heal them than if they were spread out, across many meters of battleground.
"M-my magic is very small i-in what it can affect. If I-I target one of you, i-it will only heal you and p-perhaps a small area around you. I have m-magic that can, of course, heal groups...b-but only small, closely-knit ones." With a shameful smile, Ekir shrugged. "I-I do what I can. I was one o-of the better clerics in my time, b-but...everyone has a limit."
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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 8, 2019 15:47:00 GMT -8
She looked back over her shoulder at him as he entered the tent. She pulled her shift over her head and turned just as he exited the tent. She came out and followed him, wearing a tunic over her shift and trousers, but was barefoot. Tana looked over to the nymph and the nymph said, "We leave at an hour or so after midnight. Eat first, then rest, then march. Simple. We arrive in morning, barrier already there to slow them down. These nymphs volunteered for a reason, not all of them will be barrier, but those who are help fill in the land destroyed by man. You must understand it is not your call to stop barrier, all will be well, promise. Tana must be well enough to ride, we helped speed healing but we are not allowed to heal fully right now, must conserve energy."
Tana lifted her hand... the wound was no longer angry looking, no more infection. It had been sewn closed while she was cleaning herself up, and the scab looked older than it actually was. "Important for Tana to be able to sit up straight, part of her job."
One of the warriors from the village stood and looked between the two men after the plans were made and smiled, "Did you know that her father s chieftain and her mother is high priestess? She is still young and has a ways to go in her journey before she hones her skills. Lady Faisine, the guardian of our forest, hand picked her because of her spirit. Out of all of us, Tana trained the hardest."
Tana covered her face and waved the girl off as if to say stop it, she was obviously very uncomfortable with praise.
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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 15:52:48 GMT -8
Yutin blinked through the fireworks, his yellow round eyes flashing as he rubbed them.
"What was that for?" He asked, although his tone was considerably calmer. He rubbed his eyes again and blinked away the spots, before fiddling with his flute.
"If we're not heading out right away, then, I might as well do my part and entertain you." He put the flute to where his lips where hidden behind his mask, and began to play a silly, cheery tune. He began to bob about, his short legs carrying him in stunted circles and he ducked and weaved to the music.
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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 10, 2019 17:02:50 GMT -8
Ekir frowned, looking over Tana's partially-closed wound, inspecting it carefully. The wound was closed - that much was certain - and the infection had been warded off. The young cleric breathed a sigh of relief, nodding quietly to himself.
Good, that's good; she'll be alright.
The man knew he could have closed the wound if desperation struck, but it was better for him to save his strength. The coming battle would likely tax the young man to his limits...and battlefield healing was far more difficult than simple, clerical mending. Speaking of which, the man's stomach grumbled, forcing to him the realization that he did require sustenance of some sort. He nodded to the nymphs, thoughts whirling in his mind. High priestess? Chieftain? Tana was...to be a future ruler of this tribe...group...forest. He sat at the central table in the midst of the clearing, surrounded by bustling nymphs going about their business. Taking a plate, Ekir piled it high with food for Tana, serving her near the head of the table. He looked over, eyeing the ring of powerful figures around her, occupying the head of the large, oaken structure. Rings of power surrounded them individually, their magical nimbi easily visible to Ekir's trained senses. He gulped once, giving Tana a small bow before grabbing another plate, piling it high as well - a truly incredulous amount of food, really, for one of his size.
Ekir sighed. He would need all of the victuals he could force down for the battle ahead. Healing presented an extreme toll to the caster's body, and although he'd borne the burden before, he'd learned his lesson about going into battle on anything less than a full stomach.
Relaxing somewhat in his chair a few feet from Tana, he began to eat slowly but steadily as his golden hair fell over his forehead, shielding his similarly-colored eyes. He continued to study her, and her - family? caretakers? rulers? - around her, inspecting them cautiously. In the background, Yutin seemed to have found quite a following, with several nymphs having enthusiastically joined in his stamping, oddly-paced but entertaining dance. He let the music wash over him, and felt calmer than he had in some time.
Until he locked eyes with one of the fae-like, powerful, entrancing figures across the table - one of Tana's rulers. Ekir blinked, paling somewhat, and barely managed to stop his fork from clattering to the table.
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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 10, 2019 19:09:16 GMT -8
Oh, Yutin was surrounded by beautiful nymphs who were lounging in various poses around him soon enough. They liked his flute playing. He would soon be a tiny man in a sea of beauties. The human girls were more interested in eating, though one or two joined the nymphs.
Tana blinked at the large pile of food served for her. She was hungry but goodness. She lay her hand on his when he was looking toward the other girls, waiting until he looked at her and did her best to pantomime a thank you. And then she ate, but not a lot because she knew if she ate too much, she would likely feel sick… After all, it had been only the night before that she woke from her fevered nightmare.
When she was through eating, she moved away from the group and padded off, clearly wanting a little time to be alone before she had to start preparing for her first encounter with enemies. She paused to grab something from the tent and disappeared for a time.
She had to don her “uniform.” As the daughter of the chieftain, she had to present herself as such. That meant wearing something she wasn’t keen on wearing.
She was gone for a half of an hour or so before she returned, and all the girls stood up in unison, moved into formation, and knelt as before. Tana was now clad in a flowing gown, and the armor was made to look ornamental… She wore a chest plate that looked like a corset, bronze in color. There was intricate metalwork that mimicked jewelry that climbed up to protect her neck. Her gown was almost the same color as her hair and flowed gracefully down the back of her legs and rose up above her knees in the front to reveal her boots; a gown made for riding a steed. She wore matching bracers over her lower arms, and topping her head was a bronze crown.
Tana closed her eyes for a moment before approaching the group, returning to her seat, and then grabbed some more food. They still had a few hours to go before they marched.
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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 14, 2019 10:08:25 GMT -8
Yutin finished the song and looked at all the nymphs and girls watching him.
"My music is entertaining, yes?" He said aloud.
"Perhaps some of you have a suggestion for a song?" He asked the surrounding girls. He held out his flute, if any if them wanted to play it.
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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 17, 2019 7:07:11 GMT -8
If Ekir's face was any indication to Tana, the girl should feel pleased - the young man blushed to the roots of his hair when he saw the simply gorgeous outfit in which the young woman emerged. Though the armor was mostly ornamental, and the scenes of brutality which flashed through his mind told him that she would survive little on one of Alancria's savage battlefields, it would certainly serve to protect her from small arms - and clearly marked her as one of the leaders - past, present, or future - of the nymphs.
Ekir nodded to her as she approached, sitting next to him at the table; his hand found hers under the smooth woodwork, gripping tightly for a moment as his hip pressed against hers. They sat like that for some time, eating quietly, thoughts turned to the upcoming battle. Finally, Ekir broke the silence.
"How long have you known you would be leader of the tribe? What does that mean for you? ...F-for me? For us?" His face, normally pale and reserved, blushed again, cheeks touched with crimson.
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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 20, 2019 9:26:47 GMT -8
One of the Nymphs took the little man on his offer and began to play while the others sat in various states of lounging. Some of the warriors finished eating and moved to join the fun. Then the rest until Tana and Ekir sat alone. He was asking a question that implied that he and Tana had something happening between them beyond just friendship, and the way his hand found hers only solidified that. She tilted her head for a moment.
She hadn't been blind to feelings, but she had tried her very best to ignore him, specifically because he had talked about leaving even before the things that were now happening. But his feelings seemed to mirror hers regardless of plans. She tugged at his hand to get him to stand, assuming he did so, she would take him to that spot where she had bathed. When they arrived, she would turn to him and start to sign. She pointed to him in question, touching at the spot over his heart, and then pointing to her with her thumb. Does your heart want my heart?
She bit her lip and then leaned in and kissed a most maidenly kiss, the kind a person gives to their grandparent on the lips. Of course, she didn't know how to do it any different.
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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 23, 2019 16:48:16 GMT -8
Yutin listened to the nymph play his flute, his head bobbing along to the tune.
"These nymphs are very skilled." He thought to himself. However, it wasn't long before his gaze drifted towards Ekir and Tana, supposing they were visible from Yutin's position. His glowing eyes watched them as they talked, then he saw Tana lean in and kiss Ekir.
Behind his mask, Yutin smiled widely. The two young adults had just met, but had connected easily and were, seemingly, a happy couple.
But of course, none of that was Yutin's business. Indeed, he barely knew the two of them. He turned his attention back to the dancing crowd of nymphs.
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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 24, 2019 9:58:33 GMT -8
Ekir blushed at the kiss, short and light though it was, and his eyes roamed over Tana's expression, flickering past her eyes and the lines and curves of her face, down to her signing hands. His head tilted, feeling an overpowering curiosity take him over, and he stared intently as Tana's fingers danced through the air, weaving a thread of meaning which called to him sweetly.
At last, he understood, and Ekir's reaction was to take both of Tana's hands in his own - muting her, so to speak - and pressing his lips to hers again, still softly, uncertainly, but with a previously-restrained ardor.
"Speak through me," Ekir murmured, still gripping his hands in hers. A wave of emotion washed through him and rolled over Tana - uncertainty, fear, anxiety, hope, joy, love. Ekir was quite smitten, it seemed...and also now realized that he had something to lose. The young cleric turned back to face the camp, a slight frown marring his pale, stone-like visage.
"We should be returning soon." He suggested gently, sliding his hand up to rub Tana's shoulder.
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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 24, 2019 10:57:01 GMT -8
She closed her eyes as he kissed a real kiss, and she sighed into it as if in relief. When he spoke again, she connected her scarred hand to his and squeezed, the meaning clear... They would always be connected. Her eyes met his and he would hear a tentative voice in his head saying, "I cannot tell you to stay with me, but I gave you my blood to protect you when you are here and you saved my life... That has to mean something." She had a little bit of blood drip from her nostril from the effort and wiped it away.
When he said they should go back soon, she gave a nod, squeezing his hand and gesturing toward the waiting steed. She started to move toward it, grabbed the horn and blew into it to signal it was time to go now that they had eaten.
The trip took the entire night...
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Usque Story
Established
Roleplay posts: 32 
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 14:40:44 GMT -8
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Post by Usque Story on Jul 24, 2019 10:59:22 GMT -8
They would be all let through the barrier of wood nymphs into a ruined part of the forest at the border, Here |
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Amia Deluth
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 18
Physical Description: She stands at an average height, with long red hair, a delicate freckled face, blue eyes, and noble bearing.
Clothes and Equipment: Silver Circlet
Silk Robes
Dagger
Slippers
Chain link girdle
Psaltery
Bag of herbs and medicinals
Registered: May 25, 2019 10:11:17 GMT -8
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Post by Amia Deluth on Mar 2, 2020 19:26:24 GMT -8
Was she going in circles? She wondered this as she stumbled through the thicket. She was hungry, dirty, cold, and tired, and her clothing holey from her trek through a forest that seemed alive. She thought she could hear whispering as she walked for days. A sob bubbled passed her dried lips when she broke through the tree line and came face to face with water. Oh gods, water! Mia was crying as she fell to her knees next to it, cupped her hands and drank of the cool, sweet water.
She drank until she couldn’t take anymore, her belly cramping with the alien fullness she hadn’t felt in days. She’d been able to find edible plants thanks to what knowledge she had from being a noblewoman, trained to know such things in case of a time coming that she needed to feed her people. Another time, she had gotten lucky and she had killed a lizard. It tasted disgusting because she couldn’t cook it, and she had felt rotten afterwards, but it was sustenance.
Amia Deluth had run away from home when her father tried to make her the bride of the Archduke. Her father was a cruel man who wouldn’t stop at anything to rise up the social rungs in hopes that one of his descendants would become ruler of Vessia. But she was having none of that… She would rather suffer in hunger and cold than to marry a man she didn’t love.
She pulled off her torn clothes carefully, leaving her shift in case she needed to dress quickly. She washed her clothing in the river, then set about making a small campfire…
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Raeran Daezumin
Established
Roleplay posts: 34 
Age: ???
Physical Description: A young-looking Elf of Usque. His complexion is fair, almost with a soft glow from the stark, bleached blond hair that flows smoothly down a strong back but falling just a few inches shy of the small of his back. He stands at an even six feet and weighs a bit over 210 lbs - thanks to the soft cut lines of muscle across his figure. His pointed ears are tall rather than short, and his eyes are a vivid, bright green.
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Clothes and Equipment: Plain clothes - thin and light hose and undershirt, comfortable tunic and trousers, sturdy boots, occasionally a rather intricate travel cloak - a pride as it was sewn by his mother with painstaking care, with soft cotton and laced with spider silk to keep warmth in and water and cold out.
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Registered: Mar 1, 2020 8:12:55 GMT -8
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Post by Raeran Daezumin on Mar 2, 2020 20:10:32 GMT -8
The whispers of the forest couldn't quite muffle something nearby - past a thick brush around a pair of trees. There was a muffled huff and grunt from the other side, and a whinney. The brambles rustled and shook here and there, sometimes rather hard, and whatever was hidden out of view continued making a racket.
It would turn out to be a wily, strong colt with a chestnut coat save a white streak along the face and along his thin legs up up to about the knees, with a darker mane and tail. His head bore a plain rope harness with a length of guiding rope hanging from around the nose, but that length was tangled up in the brush - effectively trapping the young creature in place.
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Amia Deluth
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 18
Physical Description: She stands at an average height, with long red hair, a delicate freckled face, blue eyes, and noble bearing.
Clothes and Equipment: Silver Circlet
Silk Robes
Dagger
Slippers
Chain link girdle
Psaltery
Bag of herbs and medicinals
Registered: May 25, 2019 10:11:17 GMT -8
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Post by Amia Deluth on Mar 2, 2020 20:32:24 GMT -8
She gasped in terror at the sound of the brush cracking and the snorts. Had some foul beast found her? Mia hid behind a tree, abandoning the fire because she couldn't even hold two sticks steady enough to rub them together, let alone was she calm enough to do so right now with the fear that ran through her veins. She peeked out from behind the tree when she heard the sound horses would make, and it turned out to be a colt.
But it wasn't a free one, it had a rope on it. Mia slid back behind the tree and down to her butt, pulling her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, and hiding her face in the circle of her arms. One might hear the sounds of her crying.
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Raeran Daezumin
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: ???
Physical Description: A young-looking Elf of Usque. His complexion is fair, almost with a soft glow from the stark, bleached blond hair that flows smoothly down a strong back but falling just a few inches shy of the small of his back. He stands at an even six feet and weighs a bit over 210 lbs - thanks to the soft cut lines of muscle across his figure. His pointed ears are tall rather than short, and his eyes are a vivid, bright green.
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Clothes and Equipment: Plain clothes - thin and light hose and undershirt, comfortable tunic and trousers, sturdy boots, occasionally a rather intricate travel cloak - a pride as it was sewn by his mother with painstaking care, with soft cotton and laced with spider silk to keep warmth in and water and cold out.
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Registered: Mar 1, 2020 8:12:55 GMT -8
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Post by Raeran Daezumin on Mar 2, 2020 21:05:46 GMT -8
It was only a few minutes later that there was more activity.
Raeran had followed his ears, listening when he murmured to the humming blood of the forest and they answered back. His boots landed with solid thumps in the soft grass and dirt, occasionally kicking leaves and a lost twig or two, and he picked up the pace when he saw the lost colt he had been hunting for. A smile of relief spread on his thin lips as he came close, reaching for the tangled makeshift bridle on the small animal.
"You are too wild for your own good, little one," he laughed. He tugged on the branches to pry the rope free, petting the neck of the young foal a bit once it was free again. "You can't run off like that - next time, I might not be able to find you before predators do."
His ears twitched as more whispers tickled them, and his head came up with eyes settling on a pile of potential kindle and brush for a fire. There were also... articles of clothing? But the forest was speaking urgently about some stranger hiding behind a tree, weeping. He cleared his throat a bit before he spoke aloud, carefully watching about the colt and himself for movement. "Hello?" he called, keeping a firm hand on the bridle and holding the head of the young beast nearby to keep it from being terribly spooked.
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Amia Deluth
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 18
Physical Description: She stands at an average height, with long red hair, a delicate freckled face, blue eyes, and noble bearing.
Clothes and Equipment: Silver Circlet
Silk Robes
Dagger
Slippers
Chain link girdle
Psaltery
Bag of herbs and medicinals
Registered: May 25, 2019 10:11:17 GMT -8
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Post by Amia Deluth on Mar 3, 2020 7:24:52 GMT -8
The sound of a man's voice had her wanting to bolt but she couldn't simply run. She was at a disadvantage with that being that she was in a forest far from home and lost. The dirty lass peeked around the tree and saw what looked to be an elf... Elves weren't bad, were they? Mia asked herself. But then she tightened into herself, pressing her face to her knees and the sobbing grew more pitiful and heart-wrenching.
She was so frightened, so tired and just wanted to find a place to call home! Instead, she had found herself lost in a big forest, possibly going in circles here and there, listening to the sounds of what she thought were whispers. (Just a note, she should not be able to hear the whispers but she is special.) On top of that, she hadn't eaten in a long time and was so very hungry, enough that if she had been heartless, she would have killed the horse just to be able to eat.
But she wasn't. Amia was a gentle soul who happened to be lost in the Usque ar Nalma with only the clothing on her back, all because she didn't want to marry the Archduke. Well, she thought, she had gotten her wish. Now she had to suffer the consequences of having been granted such a wish...
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Raeran Daezumin
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Roleplay posts: 34
Age: ???
Physical Description: A young-looking Elf of Usque. His complexion is fair, almost with a soft glow from the stark, bleached blond hair that flows smoothly down a strong back but falling just a few inches shy of the small of his back. He stands at an even six feet and weighs a bit over 210 lbs - thanks to the soft cut lines of muscle across his figure. His pointed ears are tall rather than short, and his eyes are a vivid, bright green.
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Clothes and Equipment: Plain clothes - thin and light hose and undershirt, comfortable tunic and trousers, sturdy boots, occasionally a rather intricate travel cloak - a pride as it was sewn by his mother with painstaking care, with soft cotton and laced with spider silk to keep warmth in and water and cold out.
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Registered: Mar 1, 2020 8:12:55 GMT -8
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Post by Raeran Daezumin on Mar 3, 2020 7:57:37 GMT -8
Raeran remained absolutely silent as he only heard the crying become more terrible. The sound was familiar - one of his sisters, when she had hit rock bottom on a terrible day and wept her heart out as she began to fall to pieces. That's what it reminded him of, and it tugged at his heartstrings.
He took a moment to loop the end of the lead and secure it so it would remain on a sturdy branch while he freed up his hands. He took careful, precise steps to near the tree at a slow pace until he could place a single palm to the bark. The Elf leaned forward just enough so he could glimpse a sliver of the woman on the other side, but nothing more than that. He didn't want to scare her any further than she might already be - it's all he could hear from the trees was how terrified and devastated she seemed to be.
But the problem was, what did he say? "Please... please don't cry, ma'am. There's no reason to cry."
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Amia Deluth
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Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 18
Physical Description: She stands at an average height, with long red hair, a delicate freckled face, blue eyes, and noble bearing.
Clothes and Equipment: Silver Circlet
Silk Robes
Dagger
Slippers
Chain link girdle
Psaltery
Bag of herbs and medicinals
Registered: May 25, 2019 10:11:17 GMT -8
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Post by Amia Deluth on Mar 3, 2020 9:05:48 GMT -8
When the man neared, she gasped and scrambled to her feet, backing away from the tree. Tears had made tracks in the dirt on her face, a face that was beautiful and gentle looking, but somewhat gaunt from lack of food. Her fiery red hair was greasy and tangled, looking muddier than it had ever looked. The hem of her shift was tattered, the fabric of it was grey and streaked with both grass stains and dirt from her attempts at starting a fire. She looked wild-eyed and out of place. This was a woman who clearly did not belong in the forest. She didn't understand what he said.
"S-stay b-back!" she stuttered out in a language he probably wouldn't understand either, for it was not common tongue, but the message was clear when she held a hands up. Her hands were mostly clean after she had washed her clothes, he would be able to see that she had the hands of a lady gently born and bred, for instead of callouses, there were blisters.
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Raeran Daezumin
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: ???
Physical Description: A young-looking Elf of Usque. His complexion is fair, almost with a soft glow from the stark, bleached blond hair that flows smoothly down a strong back but falling just a few inches shy of the small of his back. He stands at an even six feet and weighs a bit over 210 lbs - thanks to the soft cut lines of muscle across his figure. His pointed ears are tall rather than short, and his eyes are a vivid, bright green.
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Clothes and Equipment: Plain clothes - thin and light hose and undershirt, comfortable tunic and trousers, sturdy boots, occasionally a rather intricate travel cloak - a pride as it was sewn by his mother with painstaking care, with soft cotton and laced with spider silk to keep warmth in and water and cold out.
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Registered: Mar 1, 2020 8:12:55 GMT -8
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Post by Raeran Daezumin on Mar 5, 2020 5:49:24 GMT -8
Raeran looked visibly taken aback by her sudden words, more so from the fact it wasn't a language he was familiar with. He didn't dare chase after her - he feared that she would bolt, and she looked miserable if he had to sum it by one word. She was scared and alone, and obviously ragged. Had she run away from somewhere? He carefully glanced over her features and her worn clothes, not trying to stare too long as to avoid making her any more uncomfortable than she probably was. She looked like something of a human noble out of a picture book, somewhere beneath that dirty mop of hair and dirt stains.
How was he going to remedy this situation? Seeing someone in such a pitiful state made his heart hurt. She looked so sickly - when was the last time she had eaten?
Maybe he could help. He had packed a few meager provisions before he set out on the hunt for the missing colt and considered gifting something to her. Maybe that could help bridge this wide gap between the pair of them. He was careful and slow when he reached a single hand to a wide pouch along the back of his belt and tugging the fingers inside the flap. He found the small, wrapped parcel and pulled it free - keeping his other hand open and aloft to show his harmless, empty palm - before stretching his arm out towards her with a small square-ish item in his hand. It looked like a broad leaf folded and wrapped about something inside - what would turn out to be several pieces of his favorite toasted bread that had been brushed in butter and sprinkled with herbs.
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