Story
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Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Timeless
Physical Description: Story is many things, but nothing, a spirit and yet real enough to the eye.
Allegiances: The Throne of Usque
Registered: Mar 2, 2020 18:18:04 GMT -8
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Post by Story on Mar 2, 2020 18:30:44 GMT -8
What emerged was not what was expected. It was a stag. Seven feet in height with beautiful plummage of white instead of brown. Completely bathed in the color its antlers were of the darkest night and settled upon by a branch that had lodged itself between them. Knowing eyes of brown rose up to the woman sitting in front of the fire.
Did it not fear humans? It approached to close to have shown any true fear in its eyes. It watched as if it were interested but not pleading the slight tilt of its massive arrangement showing a curiosity.
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Mar 2, 2020 18:45:00 GMT -8
“Alright, my love,” she replied back in the same tone, and then resumed singing like there was nothing about to happen.
She pretended like she wasn’t nervous, but when the sound of twigs breaking reached her ears, she turned her head. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat as she gazed at the beautiful stag. No longer afraid, she resumed singing as if singing to the animal. Why was it not afraid?
Could Bart see him too? She wondered this as she continued to gaze at the animal.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Mar 3, 2020 12:53:30 GMT -8
Bart was positioned by the tree still. The bow was strung, and he had the arrow half raised when he caught movement. He lowered it halfway at the sight of the deer, he hunted not for sport but to live. The forest had taught him respect in that manner. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen and he felt it would be a shame to take it from the prime of its life. He spotted the stuck branch, noticed it watching Fianna, and he felt as if the deer had raised its eyes for a moment to him, as it saw him in the shadows.
Fianna’s horse had raised its head but paid not much attention to the creature. Gem on the other hand shuffled that direction, she had not been tied to a tree and therefore was free to move. The horse walked over as if familiar with the deer waving its snout up and down flinging its mane in the process.
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Story
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Timeless
Physical Description: Story is many things, but nothing, a spirit and yet real enough to the eye.
Allegiances: The Throne of Usque
Registered: Mar 2, 2020 18:18:04 GMT -8
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Post by Story on Mar 3, 2020 12:59:36 GMT -8
The deer greeted Gem turning its head and raising its own snout up and down shaking the leaves that adorned its antlers. It seemed unintentional that they were settled there and rather well settled to not be freed by the way it shook its head. When it heard Fianna begin to sing it turned its head immediately stopping its rambunctious behavior.
It focused in moving a few steps forward being lit by the fire as it flashed upon its fur. It did not reflect the soft light tinged by the flame, but it made its fur brighter, white and clean instead of shades of orange. Like a crystal with the brightest light behind it it shone.
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Mar 3, 2020 17:55:28 GMT -8
Fia stood slowly, her gaze fixed on the beautiful creature before her. It was probably the most beautiful deer she had ever seen in her life and she was tempted to get close to it. She turned her gaze at some point toward where Bart had gone, and she said, "He is so beautiful..." Instead of getting closer, she walked around the other side of the fire. Her eyes glistened a little in the firelight as she watched the animal interact with the horses.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Mar 4, 2020 11:53:12 GMT -8
Bart finally emerged from his location about the time she looked back, “Aye,” he said eyeing the deer before loosening the bow string slowly and taking the arrow out of the notch he’d put it in. Holding both in his right hand the arrow held between his fingers and the bow in the palm he would be but five feet behind Fianna but not approaching the creature, “He is beautiful but I do not think he is all that he appears.”
He was familiar with forest spirits, had tangled with them before, and he hesitated more than most when it came to tangling with them again.
Gem on the other hand seemed less hesitant and bumped the deer with her snout as if to remind it that she was still there.
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Story
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Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Timeless
Physical Description: Story is many things, but nothing, a spirit and yet real enough to the eye.
Allegiances: The Throne of Usque
Registered: Mar 2, 2020 18:18:04 GMT -8
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Post by Story on Mar 4, 2020 11:55:35 GMT -8
The deer glanced back to Gem, which was more towards its hindquarters. It would say nothing but Gem would lower her snout snorting once the hot rush of air falling over the thick fur before the horse backed up a step. The deer then returned its gaze to the two. It rather pointedly had looked at the bow that Bart carried before raising upward to Fianna as if to thank her for her compliment its inquisitive eyes focused upon her. It took the few remaining steps to be directly before the woman lowering its snout the leaves shaking again. It presented its antlers as if waiting for assistance.
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Mar 4, 2020 14:59:37 GMT -8
"No, I think he is more than he appears," she said softly. She held her breath at the way it focused upon her and then approached. She moved to do what it was she thought the buck wanted from her, gently pulling the branch free and tossing it onto the fire. "There you go, sir. Does that feel better?" She hoped to have given the deer some relief from the pesky object that had been stuck. Then she would tentatively settle a hand upon its brow and pet softly along it.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Mar 5, 2020 6:16:19 GMT -8
Bart almost warned her but he stopped, if it was a spirit of the forest this was a test, if it was not then the creature was friendly enough he did not believe it would harm her. He laid the bow down upon the log they’d been sitting upon earlier as she tossed the branch that direction onto the fire. The fire began to flare sparks flying upward a plume of smoke rising into the air.
“Enchanted,” Bart said with surprise, “Or it has touched something recently that was.”
His eyes slid back to the deer, “If I had half of an assumption to give I would say this is Story.”
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Story
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Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Timeless
Physical Description: Story is many things, but nothing, a spirit and yet real enough to the eye.
Allegiances: The Throne of Usque
Registered: Mar 2, 2020 18:18:04 GMT -8
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Post by Story on Mar 5, 2020 6:21:51 GMT -8
The deer had waited until she removed the branch in order to raise its antlers again. It shook its head to feel the air against the freed section between his antlers. When she reached out to brush his fur he tilted to make it easier for her his brow not to proud to accept the gentle kindness of the woman. He closed his eyes when Bart had spoken and a deep mellow voice rolled through them, “Very astute Barthlomew Eads.”
It was impossible to determine whether the voice had been aloud, or in their minds, for it had felt so vibrant and pure and filled them both with the warmth of the fire as if they were truly bathed in its glow. Fianna was far enough away from it now to be able to feel it properly. Bart had felt such a thing before and knew the difference between the fire and his effect.
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Mar 5, 2020 8:29:30 GMT -8
Fianna was unsure how to react when she heard the voice, having never really encountered magic before. She stopped rubbing that spot and gave a soft smile. "Who is Story?" she asked when she could. There was a pleasant feeling involved with the animal, she wondered if that was the enchantment she felt or if the fire got warmer. Her eyes then moved to Bart and she said, "I know enough to be aware that this is not normal." Duh, really? She had said it for lack of better things to say. It just went to show how surprised she was at the animal speaking. Story would probably know that she had untapped potential of healing magic that she didn't even know about, but Bart would not.
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Barthlomew Eads
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Mar 7, 2020 6:49:53 GMT -8
"Story is the spirit of the forest, as it so stands," he would explain without giving her slight for her words. It appeared that he respected the creature enough to not be sarcastic in front of a woman, "My home is a part of Usque, it is enchanted to guard itself and to provide safe passage when it feels it is appropriate. I have met Story but once before as a boy but I have heard tales of him coming, and of him greeting new comers to the forest."
Bart still had yet to step close to the creature, perhaps uncertain of it.
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Story
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Timeless
Physical Description: Story is many things, but nothing, a spirit and yet real enough to the eye.
Allegiances: The Throne of Usque
Registered: Mar 2, 2020 18:18:04 GMT -8
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Post by Story on Mar 7, 2020 6:52:36 GMT -8
"I also chase that which I believe will be of importance," the booming voice made this sound as if it was truly possible. As if he could be anywhere and nowhere at all.
He would draw back raising his head to look at Barthlomew properly, "I sensed a kinder soul than most here, I sought to see if I felt correctly," it was then he looked back to Fianna, "I have proven that which I felt here."
He felt the untapped potential inside of her, the ability she had yet to see. He could rush it along, unlock it for her, but he hesitated. It would make for a good story in the end he was sure and that was his goal but something whispered it was for her to decide.
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Mar 9, 2020 6:34:25 GMT -8
"I see," she said softly, understanding in her eyes. Now that it was mentioned and she glanced around, she took note that the atmosphere was different than at home. What had they wandered into? Her eyes drank in the beauty of the forest surrounding them until she heard the compliment coming from Story. Color filled her cheeks and she said, "I only treat people the way I wish to be treated," which was how she thought it was supposed to be, she mused as she peered at the beautiful creature that had come into the clearing because of curiosity over her. She was rather flattered even still.
As far as the untapped potential that she wasn't aware of, she would need to be made aware at some point but that was neither here nor there.
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Barthlomew Eads
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Mar 11, 2020 6:20:37 GMT -8
"She is a healer by trade," Bart answered the spirit, he felt as if it was necessary to explain it and he would wrap an arm around Fianna's waist, now close enough to do so, "She found me and took me in then like a thief in the night stole my heart."
He grinned down to the woman that stood beside him his joy being felt even by Story at such a find. Had he not fallen off of Gem he might have never met her and he did credit the horse with his good fortune.
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Story
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Timeless
Physical Description: Story is many things, but nothing, a spirit and yet real enough to the eye.
Allegiances: The Throne of Usque
Registered: Mar 2, 2020 18:18:04 GMT -8
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Post by Story on Mar 11, 2020 6:34:08 GMT -8
"A rare trait and a rare trade to be sure."
His voice was like a warm breeze that continued to wash over them, his form was taken and kept in order to present a test. One that she passed. He listened to Barthlomew as he spoke as well before lowering his muzzle before them. There was a flash of light when he did so, one that was blinding to the two of them.
The deer had disappeared by the time they regained their sight and when they looked up there was a wood elf, one of a bright complexion with the softest locks of brown hair that hung around his shoulders. The same warm eyes were almond-shaped and wide, inquisitive, and looked between the two. The words he spoke now came from his mouth, "I have a request of you Barthlomew Eads, one that will require the strength of character I have come to expect from you and now from the woman who has stolen your heart."
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Mar 11, 2020 15:47:45 GMT -8
Her blush only deepened as Bart spoke of her accomplishments as if bragging almost. "Oh, it's nothing." She was obviously not one to brag about her talents. She looked from the deer to Bart for a moment until the blinding light happened, and she covered her eyes for the moment that it was happening. When the elf replaced the animal, she wasn't so surprised.
She looked at Story with curiosity just before he began to speak to Bart about a request. She tilted her head and leaned into the man who stole her heart in turn. She wondered, of course, what the request would be and turned her gaze toward Bart to see how he would answer. She wondered if this was going to turn into some sort of quest.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Mar 13, 2020 9:44:19 GMT -8
"Your requests are never simply requests Story," Barthlomew accepted the way that Fianna pressed herself against him wrapping his arms around her in return, "But we shall hear you out."
He was certain that Fianna would insist on it at least. Her heart was too kindly to ignore the forest spirit even if it had been a test initially that had brought him to the edge of the campfire. It was still chilled where they stood and their blanket had been settled against only Fianna when she'd risen.
"Let's sit, whatever it will have to wait for the light of day as dark as it is here in the night, and it is cold."
Bart would take Fianna with him gently guiding her and making sure that the blanket was settled to keep her warm.
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Story
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Timeless
Physical Description: Story is many things, but nothing, a spirit and yet real enough to the eye.
Allegiances: The Throne of Usque
Registered: Mar 2, 2020 18:18:04 GMT -8
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Post by Story on Mar 13, 2020 9:47:59 GMT -8
The elf snorted, rather unattractively, at Bart's words. Apparently the spirit found him amusing in some form. He would take a place by the fire as well sitting rather close his hands reaching over it. He was weaving magic into the fire that caused it to turn from reds and oranges the flickering growing into a brighter white until it was blue. As blue as all the shades of the ocean.
"You hurt my heart so," he teased the young man his eyes sliding to Fianna who he was clearly protective of, Story smiled, something unsettling about this form. It was unnatural for him to take a more humanoid form though obviously not impossible.
"But you are right," he sighed at it. He had approached them more seriously than he usually did anyone. He was a prankster at heart, for him to be so solemn was disturbing, "There will be a new guardian chosen soon. She will need the backing of all creatures not simply because of the choice of this place itself but to raise the confidence. I wish you to seek the old crown. It will make the elves more respectful of her."
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Mar 13, 2020 10:48:15 GMT -8
Their banter back and forth amused her a little bit, but that was because the elf acted like he was offended when he clearly wasn’t. Then she found herself sitting down with the blanket wrapped around her shoulders again to ward off the chill in the air. Her head moved to rest on Bart’s shoulder as she listened but did not add to the conversation quite yet. She was unaware at that point what Story had in mind for her but she was sure it was going to be some kind of adventure.
“The old crown?” she finally asked. She glanced around when the woods seemed to produce whispers of agreement. A few blinks were given and she turned her glance to Bart, “Did you hear that?” She was so confused as to what she just heard, but it might not be surprising to the other two for them to know that she could hear what most normal humans could not.
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