Tanis Imani
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Jan 31, 2020 17:49:36 GMT -8
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Felhurt von Rott
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Between youth and middle age
Physical Description: Large
Registered: Feb 2, 2018 8:30:13 GMT -8
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Post by Felhurt von Rott on Jan 31, 2020 19:54:28 GMT -8
"Damn. shhhhhhlkh. Damn. shhhhhhlkh." It was a long cycle that followed the Knight as he walked through the forest. He was clearly wounded, a trail of blood being left behind him that gave the skin under his armour a very pale complexion. Any predator could have followed it, if not for the evidence that this was not a very wise move around the man's right leg: a werewolf had perfectly sunk its claws into his flesh, right in the gaps of his plate where they could go in between rings of chainmail and penetrate gambeson to finally leave large holes. Felhurt dragged the thing with it's caved in head along, fearing causing more damage now by removing it than keeping the claws in for now. Of course, that wasn't the only injury sustained. It managed to root a claw around into the depths of his visor leaving his face with many small cuts, though the worst were the two gashes across Felhurt's neck and stomach; he was lucky not to be holding bits of intestine from falling out of him.
He cried out in pain, the sound transitioning into a whimper. The Knight was alone, a stranger in a strange land. Felhurt had nothing more to his name. The Order collapsed, he was effectively a Free Knight even if many of his former Brothers disagreed, amassing in number in Toragana and other hot spots. He hadn't made it to any of the caravans and fleets, and as such was stranded. The warrior had no money, no squire, no friends or even acquaintances to call upon. Fighting evil alone for no reward was very honourable, yes, you most likely got great reward for it in the next life. But without any reward now, it was very hard to go on.
However, it seemed lady luck smiled upon him! There was a small clearing, and a cottage by a stream. It looked old, run down, and likely not the most comfortable place to be. But it was respite, it was somewhere he could lick his wounds argh lick them for a very long time, and then go on. The Knight stopped before the building, shoulders heaving with each breath. After a pained scream he removed the beast's claws from his flesh, falling on to the door. His vision faded very slowly and his eyes were about to close until with a start he forced them open. He had come too far to die now, just a little more! His hands were shaking, and his helmet seemed to both suffocate and blind him at the same time; unable to open the door properly given he couldn't even find the handle he would simply try to force it open with a strike of his shoulder. It opened violently as the metal of his shoulder pad struck wood, and he fell in. He dragged himself inside about a metre before giving up, knowing he was out of strength in a pool of his own blood. Felhurt tried to lie down in a way that his wounds would face the sky. The man gave a high chuckle that many would label a death-throe, realizing he had too many places he was bleeding to lie down in a way that prevented too much loss of blood. In fact, as consciousness left him he felt happy at the fact — it was liberating to know that he now had no worries.
Everything turned black.
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Tanis Imani
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Jan 31, 2020 20:44:29 GMT -8
Sleep… She had fallen, exhausted, into her bed only hours before after spending too long in the forest. It’d been cold and rainy through her toiling, and only warmed when the sun rose away from the horizon. Her trip had proven successful, however, and she was now armed with plenty of medicinal herbs as well as a few meals worth of things such as watercress and tiny little shellfish from the river. Tanis was having a dreamless sleep, her vision only filled with darkness beneath her closed lids… And then it became a nightmare in which the people of the village she once lived in was burning and everyone was in peril. The screams of the dying were horrific as they filled her ears.
The woman sat upright with a gasp and droplets of cold sweat upon her brow, just as the sound of metal slamming against wood and wood crashing against stone seemed to fill the vicinity. She realized at that point that it was no dream, and her heart began to pound with fear. Why did she never lock her door?
She waited then with baited breath, listening to the sound of aforementioned organ hammering against her ribcage as a lump formed in her throat. When the intruding sounds seemed to have ended, she slipped slowly out of her bed. She did not bother to pull her tunic over her head, for she did not think she had time to, so the shift clad mage cautiously started toward the noise. She didn’t have anything heavy she could grab, but her staff was against the wall and she quickly reached for it, peering through the dim interior until her eyes focused on the man who seemed to have collapsed just inside of her doorway.
She rushed forward then and knelt down, her hands tugging at his armor so she could better assess the damage. When she noticed the pool of blood, she gave a panicked yelp and took his hand. She closed her eyes and began to open herself up, struggling at first to remember how healing was done, and gave herself in to the magic… Assuming it worked, not only would a jolt of small electricity flow through him in order to bring him back to the world of wakefulness, but then the soothing balm of healing energy would partially take over his wounds and at least close the flesh.
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Felhurt von Rott
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Between youth and middle age
Physical Description: Large
Registered: Feb 2, 2018 8:30:13 GMT -8
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Post by Felhurt von Rott on Feb 1, 2020 15:28:55 GMT -8
Peace, serenity, absolute calm; all of these words described the feeling Felhurt was lulled into. It wasn't that he wasn't worrying about anything anymore, it's more that he no longer had any ability to care any more. Outside of these moments, it was fairly likely he'd never remember the clueless bliss he experienced in this very moment. It was a state that frankly he doubted them great monks of calmness would ever attain. Maybe death wasn't something to fear, given this was how you came into it, although perhaps not everyone got to be like this in their last few milliseconds.
Except, they weren't his last. He was forced awake, in the very first moment somewhat regretful that he was brought into this mortal state wherein every moment was a worry and full of miseries. Now, when in battle you often don't notice an injury that's come to you what with your rage, but when you wake up with the feeling of sweat and dirt in wounds it is hard to ignore. It was thus that in waking Felhurt found himself roaring mightily, pushing himself up until he realized his condition, and then fell right back down to where he was previously with a loud thud. The Knight squirmed in panic at first, until he remembered how he had got here and why. Still, he was certainly feeling better. Pain was an illusion Father Vilho had said, and there was some truth in that. In comparison to being literally dead a few ouchies weren't really something to complain about.
The man looked at his rescuer through his helmet, coughing up a bit of blood. He was about to demand who she was, but then imagined that scene in his head and realized what an idiot he seemed like. Instead, he simply rasped a "Thank you." while trying to fluff up his plumes in an effort to make himself presentable, rather than vulnerable-looking. Felhurt was soaked in his own blood and ichor, but at least he felt none more was coming out. Of course, that didn't solve the fact he now had effectively none in him but at least it insured that the problem wasn't getting any worse. Then again, that sounded simply like an optimistic way to cope with the fact he was incredibly dizzy and feeling as if about to return to unconsciousness. Damn you self-reflection!"
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Tanis Imani
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Feb 1, 2020 16:29:16 GMT -8
She flinched when he roared with his pain and shock, not able to blame him for his anger at being ripped from what was probably a state of euphoria brought on by shock from blood loss. That was when she fought harder to send healing energy into him. She had to stop at some point, though, for she was drawing some of his dizziness into her without meaning to. As he was thanking her, she closed herself off, though a sizzling energy seemed to crackle between them as he lay there thanking her.
Tanis did not say anything in return. Instead, she moved to cover herself up with a tunic, and then grabbed for a quilt. When she came back, the mage rolled up the quilt and set it aside for a moment, then set about gently removing his helmet if he let her. Assuming he did so, the blanket was placed under his head. “You’re welcome,” she said eventually, “I am going to have to get you out of your armor, and I will have to wash away some of the dirt and grime.” She was talking more to herself than him, thinking that he wouldn’t pay attention in any case with as much blood as he had lost.
She was up and about in no time, going back and forth between cauldron and the river outside, filling that up first and then the tub his limbs would have to hang out of since it was a small one that rarely saw use. She usually took a bath in the river when she knew none were about but her… In any case, that was filled partly with cold water while the hot water was brewing. In the meantime, a pot was placed in the coals with some of the water, and she began to brew a tea of pine needles and medicinal herbs.
“I’ll have something to ease the ache soon enough, I am sorry that I couldn’t take it all away.”
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Felhurt von Rott
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Between youth and middle age
Physical Description: Large
Registered: Feb 2, 2018 8:30:13 GMT -8
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Post by Felhurt von Rott on Feb 1, 2020 20:35:48 GMT -8
The woman upped the healing she placed upon Felhurt, and he let out a deep exhalation of relief as flesh was repaired to completion. He'd likely be left with scars of course, yet what is a scar but a proud memory of where you've been marked upon flesh? Indeed he felt some of his delirium leaving him, letting him start worrying again about material things of the world. For one, the fact he was not being very cavalier right now abruptly hit him, though with the end of Tanis's healing the short clarity the Knight felt promptly ended and he was back to worrying about nonsense and the esoteric.
Still, he had enough awareness that when Tanis approached trying to take his helmet off he raised up a hand, trying to smile in spite of the fact the woman wouldn't really see it. "Please, a Knight's pride." he said, taking off his head peace himself, before dragging himself to a wall in hopes of sitting upright using it as a support. Felhurt knew he looked silly, perhaps even pathetic. But if a man (especially a Knight) couldn't even undress himself then he had no more dignity. She seemed to go off to prepare water for the Knight to clean himself off, which Felhurt would later come to very much appreciate in his state. Having narrowly escaped death it was hard to now think about the fact he was filthy and likely stank worse than most outhouses, but after the daze of recent events passed he'd likely be very aware of it.
With all he had on his upper body off and nowt but cloth wraps from waist to toes remaining to cover flesh, Felhurt truly had an understanding of how much he had paled with his injuries. Of course when so constantly armoured he rarely got to catch much sun and he didn't come out born very dark, but nevertheless his skin was now the same shade as winter's snow. The man tried to stand up to get better in the light to get a look at himself, but his weakness in conjunction with the still wet blood underfoot meant he only slipped and struck the floor, a chuckle emanating from Felhurt after the event. Looking up at the ceiling the Knight felt he had to somehow articulate his sense of gratefulness to the mage. A bloody man with tools of destruction about him fell at the exit of her home and she rushed forth to save the ailing warrior. But to once more say thanks would likely seem insincere, in fact he felt most other verbal expressions would likewise seem not from the heart, but rather from desperation in hopes of finding a place to recover. For now though, the Paladin just had to worry about getting better; repaying the life debt could come later.
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Tanis Imani
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Feb 1, 2020 21:26:42 GMT -8
When he decided to take his armor off on his own, she let him without reluctance. She knew there was pride involved before the words were out of his mouth. She said nothing as he decided to sit up and didn’t really get a good look at his face before she was off to do the things she said she would. She returned when the tea had brewed and offered it to him, saying, “You should stay where you are at and drink this for now. It will help bring some strength to you… You’ve lost a lot of blood, Sir Knight.”
If he didn’t take it, it would be set next to him before she was off again in a swirl of fabric. She didn’t comment on his smell, nor the way he looked, nor did she seem put off by either. It was as if she was unsurprised by his state of being. Then again, how could she not be after being raised in a village of warriors? He didn’t know that, but it was truth.
She had to pause and catch her breath at some point, wipe away a droplet of blood that dribbled from her nose from the use of her power in such a capacity. It wouldn’t do for him to see that she was so affected by what she had done, not when she had to care for him. He was as weak as a kitten and trying to do too much at once, even as she was biting off more than she could chew.
It took about a half of an hour for everything else to be ready. She brought her staff along to him and traded him that for the cup be it empty or full. Then she would help him up if he let her, only then looking at his face with empathy in her green eyes. The woman did not seem to balk at the sight of the scars on his face, she looked at him like any normal being. “Come… The tub is not far. If you are up for it, I will give you your privacy instead of helping you bathe.” She was trying to respect his male pride more than his knightly pride by that point. Added to that, the blood needed to be cleaned up before it dried and stained the floor.
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Felhurt von Rott
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Between youth and middle age
Physical Description: Large
Registered: Feb 2, 2018 8:30:13 GMT -8
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Post by Felhurt von Rott on Feb 2, 2020 22:25:09 GMT -8
At the current moment Felhurt felt as if his limbs, nay his whole body had been filled with sand. Movements were sluggish, as if he had to wait a few moments before his limbs finally decided to respond and when indeed they finally did listen to what this brain said they took no rush in doing their job. It truly surprised the man how much effort he had to put into simply taking the offered tea. He tried a few light sips, but with the shaking he felt along with his light-headedness he gave up on the excercise in futility and downed the whole cup in one mighty gulp. Oh sure, it burned. But the pain was nothing like that which he had recently felt, and presumably he got the herbal nonsense inside himself the better; scalded taste buds were also a necessary sacrifice to insure the woman wouldn't try help Felhurt in drinking the tea; at the point he'd truly be a lost cause.
Tanis might in fact be the one surprised in the scenario for the Paladin was unphased by the fact she unphased. A large fraction of the women Felhurt had met were nuns whose whole life revolved around tending to the ailing, largely Knights. Nevertheless he was conscious of the fact the bath was not drawn for no reason, and it was best he hurry. With a suppressed groan of effort he stood, the recent clawing to his leg forcing the Knight to limp to the cauldron. Nodding in affirmation rather than wasting a breath in reply Felhurt removed his wraps, and then went to bathe. Truth be told be was used to simply ducking into some waterway to cleanse himself, but he knew he'd be an idiot to complain. Nevertheless he felt very awkward, eventually settling on kneeling in the rather small container while cupping his hands to fill them with water and washing his torso, arms, head and long blond hair.
It really only took him a few minutes to cleanse himself of impurities, and he allowed himself a minute to simply have the water clear amassed tension in his musculature. With that done he stepped out very carefully to insure he didn't get anything wet, before walking to a window with the aim of catching some light in a frugal effort to dry off without using anything to wipe himself.
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Tanis Imani
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Feb 3, 2020 9:20:16 GMT -8
She turned away as soon as he began to disrobe and took to cleaning up the puddle of blood left in his wake, as well as any footprints he may have left behind. Since he drank the herbal concoction, it wouldn’t take too long for any effects to be felt and he should start to feel less dizzy than before because of the nutrition in the pine needles. It probably tasted like the pine more than anything. But he had drunk it all down.
While she cleaned, she could be heard singing softly out of habit, for she was used to the solitude. Although, of late, there were a lot more visitors to show up at her door and ask for hospitality… well, save for him… he sort of just barged in. By the time he was done with his bath, she had finished cleaning up the vitae and soon called out, “If you’re done, there are some clothes in the trunk near the window… People leave behind their clothes sometimes. Perhaps you’ll find something that fits.” Okay, so some of the clothing was from the men she had turned into frogs and toads over the years… but they were clothes nevertheless. “You may keep them if it suits you to… or not.”
With that, she seemed to have left the house to dump the water out. While outside, she paused to kneel by the river and wash the sweat from her face. What had attacked the man? She wondered because the damage was so extensive that it affected her greatly. That and the fact that she had not been prepared to heal; she wasn’t a healer but had done it anyways. She felt horrible. The woman went back in, and promptly sank to the floor onto her butt, the bucket clattering over the floor.
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Felhurt von Rott
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Between youth and middle age
Physical Description: Large
Registered: Feb 2, 2018 8:30:13 GMT -8
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Post by Felhurt von Rott on Feb 3, 2020 16:53:30 GMT -8
Having cleaned himself, Felhurt did feel much better. Unbeknownst to him the tea he had quite frankly already forgotten was doing its work, and the world no longer felt as a snow globe being spun around. With that noted, there was only so much it could do; the medicinal properties of select herbs could of course make a man's mind work better but they couldn't actually replace blood in the veins.
The Paladin tried to make out what was being sung and if he potentially recognized it, but after a few moments he gave up. He was grateful for the offered clothing, but in truth he probably wouldn't feel comfortable in it even if it fit him. Instead he simply put his wraps in the water, squeezed them dry with a few mighty twists and then once more reapplied them until largely covered.
Modest, he stepped out of the room with the cauldron and went to collect his armour. Felhurt was somewhat surprised to not find his mysterious benefactor actually inside, but dismissed the curiosity given he still had to clean out what he had come in. His cloth armour went into the water similarly to his wraps before being squeezed dry, and then his boots and other miscellaneous bits of clothing went in to be purified. It wasn't really important, for his boots and plate wouldn't really be affected by a little bit of blood. But at the same time it was something to do, and he needed something to do. For some reason the Knight felt he had to hold on to the consciousness he had now in hopes of orienting himself rather than wasting this time falling in and out of involuntary sleep.
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Tanis Imani
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Feb 3, 2020 21:15:07 GMT -8
She remained in the entryway for a long moment, taking in great gulps of air like she was starved for it. She needed to rest, she deduced. The young mage pushed herself up eventually and grabbed the bucket, then fully entered the house. She looked at him as he cleaned his armor and gave a nod and moved to sit in the chair she had near the hearth. “You can sleep in my bed for tonight, I can sleep on a pallet. You need to rest even though your wounds seem to have knit just fine. You lost quite a bit of blood.” She looked pale and there was still a smear of blood under her nose, indicating the consequences of having saved his life.
“But first, perhaps we should both sup.” She indicated a barrel where there was dried meat. “There is some dried venison in that barrel. I am sorry I cannot offer you better fare, but I would need to go out into the forest to gather onions and other things for a stew. I cannot go back out until after I have recovered from healing you.” She stood again and moved to get said meat, offering some to him. “My name is Tanis and this is my home. It’s not much to look at, but I have warm blankets, a warm fire, and I always have food for a stranger. I don’t need you to tell me your story, I am not a loose woman like some men seem to think I am because I am alone, and I don’t care what you have done to get where you are. I healed you because you were going to die if I didn’t… I don’t want your thanks. If you are bent on repaying me, I won’t deny your offer, but know that I do not expect payment.”
Besides, he looked like he didn’t have anything to pay her with.
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Felhurt von Rott
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Between youth and middle age
Physical Description: Large
Registered: Feb 2, 2018 8:30:13 GMT -8
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Post by Felhurt von Rott on Feb 5, 2020 23:59:41 GMT -8
The Knight tried to give a smile to the mage as she entered, but after a few false starts he gave up. Sure he wasn't dead, but he was tired, everything ache, and now Tanis mentioned it he hadn't eaten or drunk anything in more than a day. Felhurt sat down while the woman spoke, raising an eyebrow at her words. Now while he couldn't give a proper bright smile, at least it was evident that humours were returning to the warrior.
"You may have been able to tell, I am a Knight. To take a maiden's place of rest and force her to sleep on straw while I happily snore in her bed would be... well, I do not have a book of words but if I did I would look for one opposite to 'chivalrous'. It is after all already an imposition to rest on your pallet; I'll sleep easier knowing I haven't brought such discomfort." he said, with a finality that signalled he wasn't interested in a circle of humility. He nodded gratefully without a word at the offered meal, before chuckling as she continued on about herself. "Do people often suggest you're a loose woman?" he asked, in his state perhaps not realizing that prodding a spot someone was defensive about just because it brought you some giggles was something he'd later regret. "Regardless, a Knight, remember. A life debt must be repayed, no matter how incrementally. I reckon at least while I recover I can fell a tree or two for firewood."
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Tanis Imani
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Feb 6, 2020 11:19:28 GMT -8
She actually smiled herself having seen the humor in his eyes. She cleaned at her face with some hot water and sighed then, sounding tired. She was glad that he seemed to be feeling better at least and that he was receptive to things in general. Tanis knew that he had to be exhausted by that point since there was only so much she could take away from him and give back; she couldn't put the blood back into him.
"You may be a knight, but you still lost a lot of blood and it will do me no good if you slept on the floor after all the work I did. I am fine sleeping on a pallet. I won't notice any discomfort..." But it was nice to hear him arguing anyways, it meant that he had fight in him and that was a good thing to hear. "Not so much saying anything as trying to do things." She gave a shrug. "I give warning only because I turn men into frogs if they get fresh." She said it without humor, she wasn't jesting. "Yes, I remember that you are a knight. Eat." She gestured toward the meat in question and said, "That will do, but only when you are well enough to get the wood. You need to rest for at least tonight if you are to recover."
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Felhurt von Rott
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Age: Between youth and middle age
Physical Description: Large
Registered: Feb 2, 2018 8:30:13 GMT -8
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Post by Felhurt von Rott on Feb 6, 2020 22:29:55 GMT -8
Felhurt sighed lightly as the woman insisted he take the bed. He thought he had made it clear he would win the contest of humble stubbornness, but it seemed Tanis wanted to put it to the test. "M'lady, I must contend. Such are my vows, such is my oath. I would rather take my armour and go outside to weather the cold and danger rather than be the one to put a maiden out of her own bed. Don't insult my honour by saying I shan't uphold that which I swore." The Knight most certainly wasn't bluffing; he had a promise upon blood and soul to upkeep.
Still, the Paladin chuckled softly as the mage elaborated on what she had done to some ne'erdowells of the past. Duly noted! Though it was still unnecessary, chivalry still exists amongst those inducted into it. Even if I could take advantage of you there would be no desire. Of course I am a stranger, you have no reason to trust me. But a life debt is not something so easily spat on, you may rest assured." the warrior said, taking a seat while picking at the meat. "Tonight, yes, it is far too late. But tomorrow is a new day, which will yield new strength. Thus, tomorrow begins my service to repay the life preserved."
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Tanis Imani
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Feb 7, 2020 13:02:48 GMT -8
She wasn’t pleased at all by this concept of somebody not listening to their healer. She wasn’t really a healer, but she had worked hard to bring him back from peril. “Fine, but I don’t really see the point in you arguing this even if you think you have to be chivalrous when you are injured.” Tanis was pretty stubborn. “It isn’t an insult to someone who is infirmed to have them sleep where it is more comfortable.” And that was that. She sniffed indignantly.
“You have no worries about me turning you into a frog. You would have made a move by now if you were interested in something more than what I have to offer. You don’t seem like the type of man who would have something flowery to say, either.” She grinned and grabbed some of the dried meat and gnashed upon it. Between bites, she said, “I don’t think they were interested in me because of my plain looks,” she wasn’t plain looking at all, “but because they probably hadn’t had a woman in a long time.” She was used to this idea that she was some mousy soul who nobody looked at with the expectations of something besides a hot meal. She had resigned herself long ago to being a spinster. It was her lot in life. “Tell me about you.”
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Felhurt von Rott
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Age: Between youth and middle age
Physical Description: Large
Registered: Feb 2, 2018 8:30:13 GMT -8
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Post by Felhurt von Rott on Feb 8, 2020 13:08:15 GMT -8
Felhurt shook his head as Tanis disagreed with him. "Not think, know. If someone make a promise and does not keep it then they are naught. If you cannot trust a man to maintain one thing that he said then what would the world come to? Yes, it might not be very pleasant, but its a price that must be paid for the world to stay safe and secure. The universe and the power above that governs it feels even the slightest break of trust." he explained, gesturing at the greater world.
"Have you considered maybe I'm biding my time for when I'm stronger, when you're unprepared and defenceless?" the Knight jested, albeit with the slightest edge of curious legitimacy to the question. Even if she could turn men to frogs that didn't necessarily explain the trustfulness. The Paladin chewed rather slowly and calmly, lamenting absence of cutlery. A blond eyebrow rose as Tanis elaborated on her condition. "Is that a fishing for complements? Or did I miss some sarcasm? It doesn't seem to be true, though I am not in the best state to consider it." perhaps once more not all that tactful, but he wasn't really in a condition where he could be.
The man grumbled a little as he was asked to tell of himself. "You don't learn to be very talkative as a Knight. My name is Felhurt von Rott. Is there anything in particular you would like to know?"
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Tanis Imani
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Feb 8, 2020 15:27:58 GMT -8
“It seems we will have to agree to disagree on this, because you promised me firewood and I would not hold you to it while you are in your sickbed. There is nothing dishonorable about that.” She gave a light shrug and took a bite of her food. “It isn’t a break of trust unless you get better and don’t bring me firewood at all. But… I am not stopping you from sleeping on the floor. At least sleep near the hearth to keep yourself warm. It has been cold.” At least she had plenty of blankets.
“I stood over you in naught but my shift, sir. You didn’t even notice even after I brought you back from death. Just an observation.” She chuckled and then he asked what he asked. She shook her head and gave him an honestly confused look, “Why would I fish for compliments? I am plain. That is that. There is no shame in it.” Tanis grinned. “You didn’t miss any sarcasm because there was none. I was merely pointing out the obvious.” She truly thought she was plain. But then, there were no mirrors about the place and all she had to go by to look at her reflection was the river.
“You don’t have to be talkative. I only ask for your name and perhaps how you ended up in my house. What did you get yourself tangled up with that mauled you so? I didn’t know if I had it in me to save you from the brink of death that way. Whatever it was tore you up quite a bit.”
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Felhurt von Rott
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Between youth and middle age
Physical Description: Large
Registered: Feb 2, 2018 8:30:13 GMT -8
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Post by Felhurt von Rott on Feb 10, 2020 0:24:23 GMT -8
"Ah, see, there's the difference. In my oath to repay the debt of life there was no quantifier of when it is to be done, where in chivalrous oaths the duty to uphold the promise is present in every living moment. But I thank you for the fires, they shall do much to comfort me. To be frank, my sleep will be more akin to a simple lack of consciousness than a pleasant rest so comfort won't be too much of an issue. Besides, it is not as if I haven't been acclimatized to sleeping in unpleasant places."
A munch, and a swallow. "Well, yes, but I wasn't in a state to think of how to ravish. Now that I've eaten, and when I've slept, haven't you considered a stranger might wait until you are asleep, defenceless, unable to speak words of incantation or simply taken out of consciousness by a clobbering to the head? Of course I'd rather not be kicked out now and I'm a fool to say this, but trusting a stranger much as myself is unwise." Felhurt could only shrug as the woman insisted she was at or below the mean. It didn't seem like a very plausible suggestion simply by virtue of the fact in her little cottage she didn't have access to cosmetics and similar luxuries women elsewhere did, and the mean consisted of many too old, undeveloped, or otherwise ineligible for being considered good looking. But then again, the Knight really didn't care enough to try convince this woman she was a paragon of female appearance. Besides, humility was a good trait in all people.
"Werewolf - or rather two of them - did most of the work."
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Tanis Imani
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 27
Physical Description: She is a petite woman with dark brown hair and green eyes, various normal marks such as freckles and scars. She is not the classic beauty, but she has her own beauty.
Clothes and Equipment: Robes
Sword/scabbard
Rucksack with:
Cooking gear
Climbing gear
Lighting gear
Etc.
Registered: Jul 24, 2019 14:26:53 GMT -8
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Post by Tanis Imani on Feb 10, 2020 8:58:27 GMT -8
"Fair point, fair point," she drawled out and got up to get some cheese and bread to add to the mix. The bread was kind of stale but the cheese was cheese. There was just a little bit of it left and she had forgotten about it (more like the writer). "Just as long as you get plenty of rest. I am no healer, my people didn't allow for that refinement of my powers before I came to be here... So I cannot promise you perfect health. Besides, I think a healer would have told you the same recommendations after that much blood loss."
"That was the other thing, you were too busy dying to notice me." She gave a half-smile. "But now too, you know what I would do if you tried." Shrug. "I'd eventually turn you back into what you are now, but you will be used to the flavor of bugs by that point. I never said I completely trusted you, either." She said flippantly. She handed him said cheese and bread, and continued, "After all, you did burst into my home uninvited. But being that I did save you from bleeding out, perhaps it isn't trust but hope that you will repay that fact by respecting my home and me. You seem to be doing a fine job of that already, sir."
When he described what had attacked him, she gave a low whistle and muttered, "Nasty business, that. You are lucky you made it to my doorway in time, Felhurt."
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Felhurt von Rott
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Between youth and middle age
Physical Description: Large
Registered: Feb 2, 2018 8:30:13 GMT -8
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Post by Felhurt von Rott on Feb 11, 2020 23:55:18 GMT -8
"Indeed it is, I wouldn't have made it otherwise!" he said, with much bravado. He was glad it was not just meat once he was done with that, knowing that while he much enjoyed meats of all sorts one had to concede to those damn scriveners that yes, every so often you indeed needed to eat something other than meat if you don't want to drop dead. Now would be that time Felhurt supposed. "Interesting, though I wouldn't take that advice nonetheless." Was all he could reply, not really sure what he was supposed to think of the treatment she got from her kinsmen whoever they were.
Then, he could only shrug. "Or it could all be a very clever ruse. Not all nasty people are idiots that pounce the moment they see something vaguely feminine. Some might bide their time." A bite, and some mastication. "Well, if I had known someone was home I would have knocked! I'll forego cavalier etiquette and I'll tell you that this house does not look particularly homely or lived in. Perhaps I'll help you paint the outside, unless 'about to collapse' is the latest aesthetic of exterior home decoration that I happen to have missed."
A finger was raised as the woman replied in regards to the story of Felhurt's injuries. "No luck involved!" technically true. "Maybe you'd like furs from the buggers?" he queried, the man seemingly not quite aware of why someone might in fact, not want that.
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