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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 16:34:37 GMT -8
In the southern regions of Aaedan, the mountains along its border turn into rolling hills pitted with caves. The vegetation varies through them from grassy plains to thick forest.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2015 12:22:08 GMT -8
A few hours passed since the battle with Gravlor. In the forest at the base of the hills walked a single person with a woman on her back, unconscious but breathing. Behind her floated two fey- one sprite, one fairy- who flew around her at random intervals.
"Just need to find a good place to put her and I can try and heal her with some natural medicine..." She said as she removed her hood, revealing the pepper horns in her leaf hair. The dryad found a small cave crafted out of a massive dead tree. Inside she managed to push a moss-covered rock underneath. She placed the woman on the rock carefully.
"Is there a chance you two could watch over her? I need to find some herbs to help wake her up. I'm not too sure what is wrong with her, but I feel I can help wake her up at least." She asked the two fey.
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a fairy
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Physical Description: A tiny male fairy who emits a purple glow.
Clothes and Equipment: Were one to examine closely past the strong glow, the fairy would be wearing a leafy purple outfit.
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Post by a fairy on Sept 17, 2015 12:32:33 GMT -8
He nodded, and began flying circles over Andraste. As much as he'd like to help find medicine, he stayed where he was told.
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Vesta
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Immeasurable
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Standing at a minute height of one foot tall, this tiny nature spirit appears, on the surface, to be merely a young girl in her late teens, and her excitable demeanour would appear to support that hypothesis. She has long, flowing fire red hair which undulates like the flames she embodies, and solid orange, glowing eyes that sparkle with mirth and passion and a love of life. Upon her back, two bright red butterfly wings spread out about her, tapering up to sharp tips, their shape harsh and almost jagged, though possessed of a sort of dissonant order, speaking of her natural element. Her skin is without blemishes, perfectly golden-white, touched by the sun. What little clothing she wears is made from the element of fire itself, in constant motion as it wraps about her surprisingly voluptuous figure, although it occasionally appears to simply be a very malleable fabric, appearing as shear silk. While nothing about her would suggest she's any older than she seems on the surface, those who know the Fae and their workings know she's more than likely ages older than the first man to walk the lands.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wields no weaponry or armour, but her natural abilities are explosive and dangerous, and her short stature does nothing to reduce the destructive heat of her flames. She is also able to command the lightning, those destructive forces of the natural world at her beck and call.
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Post by Vesta on Sept 17, 2015 20:56:19 GMT -8
Throughout the entirety of the rest of the battle with Gravlor and the heated exchange between the mortal humanoid creatures, Vesta had lost her tongue, instead watching with interest and curiosity the way the humans banded together to defeat the beast, and then instantly turned on one another when the danger had passed. With Ashley's silent retreat, however, Vesta went too, burning an ashy path through the forest as she followed after her new Dryad companion.
"Aye-aye, captain!" responds Vesta with a peppy tone and a salute, before sitting on Andraste's chest and humming as she kicks her feet off the side, any stray leaves, blossoms, or blades of grass that touch her swinging feet glowing orange and receding, slowly turning to ash. She looks about vigilantly, although there is little need. Any electromagnetic disruption nearby -- such as the faint disturbance of a human's own field -- will be felt by her.
Andraste, meanwhile, remains in a deep, almost comatose slumber, her chest rising and falling slowly, her pulse slow but strong. She doesn't even notice the spirit of pure flame that makes her a perch, despite the fact that even through her greatrobes, Vesta's heat can be felt quite acutely. It's a miracle her robes don't burn or char like the grass.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2015 21:04:42 GMT -8
Ashley nodded.
"I'll be back in a bit."
Ashley headed out into the wilderness and began searching for plants. She was not a master at this. She wasn't even connected to the forest like other dryads. A fact not lost on her, but all the more reason to find the right medicine and wake Andraste up. She began collecting herbs she remembers the hamadryad mentioning can be used to wake a human up. Her memory on it was vague, as it was hundreds of years ago, but she collected anything remotely medicinal looking. After collecting herbs, she began to look for food to eat. Mushrooms, berries, nuts, vegetables, fruit, anything she could find from foraging.
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Vigil
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Post by Vigil on Sept 17, 2015 21:25:58 GMT -8
From within one of Andraste's inner pocket, a glow would appear, -humming- as it grew brighter and brighter. After a few seconds a burst of light and sparkles would happen as Vigil emerged from his dormant state above Andraste, -humming quietly-. It appears they both made it back to the overworld, as he looked around he saw that Aras and Richard weren't here, they must have been transported elsewhere or Vigil had been sleeping a while. When he sees the fairy and the sprite, Vigil postures himself defensively and -blurts- at them both. He would talk to them in his ethereal language, "Have you done something to this woman?"
Vigil is very large for a wisp, being in the final stages of his youth, he is about 3 feet in diameter.
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Vesta
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Immeasurable
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Standing at a minute height of one foot tall, this tiny nature spirit appears, on the surface, to be merely a young girl in her late teens, and her excitable demeanour would appear to support that hypothesis. She has long, flowing fire red hair which undulates like the flames she embodies, and solid orange, glowing eyes that sparkle with mirth and passion and a love of life. Upon her back, two bright red butterfly wings spread out about her, tapering up to sharp tips, their shape harsh and almost jagged, though possessed of a sort of dissonant order, speaking of her natural element. Her skin is without blemishes, perfectly golden-white, touched by the sun. What little clothing she wears is made from the element of fire itself, in constant motion as it wraps about her surprisingly voluptuous figure, although it occasionally appears to simply be a very malleable fabric, appearing as shear silk. While nothing about her would suggest she's any older than she seems on the surface, those who know the Fae and their workings know she's more than likely ages older than the first man to walk the lands.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wields no weaponry or armour, but her natural abilities are explosive and dangerous, and her short stature does nothing to reduce the destructive heat of her flames. She is also able to command the lightning, those destructive forces of the natural world at her beck and call.
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Post by Vesta on Sept 17, 2015 21:58:19 GMT -8
Vesta spins around as she feels the rustling of Andraste's cloaks, her hands exploding into little flames as she readies herself. Who could sneak up on her like that? She lowers her guard when she figures out it's just a wisp, exhaling with a relieved sigh. Although, it's quite a big wisp, and it grows to 3 feet as it rises out of Andraste's inner pocket. Still, Vesta is unfazed.
"Hi there!" she exclaims to the wisp in the same language, though a markedly different dialect, her voice reminiscent of raging wildfires and rolling thunder, rather than the serene bells and hums of Vigil's own tongue, "I'm Vesta! And nope, we didn't do a thing to this girl. Our Dryad friend is off finding medicine to heal her!
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Vigil
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Post by Vigil on Sept 17, 2015 22:07:32 GMT -8
The huge wisp warbles, moving with caution. "I know this human. What happened to her?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2015 22:13:27 GMT -8
Ashley came back a half hour later with a basket filled with food and medicine. As she walked into the tree, she sees the giant wisp. She immediately dropped the basket out of surprise.
"What in the name of Drei?!" She yelled in shock. "A-A wisp?! A wisp that big?! HERE?!"
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Vigil
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Post by Vigil on Sept 17, 2015 22:16:57 GMT -8
The wisp warbles, adjusting to speak in common, his voice sounded like a child's. "I am Vigil. I've been dormant, sleeping on her person until I could emerge again in this world. I helped her escape from my realm, but she may not trust me anymore I'm afraid..."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2015 22:20:16 GMT -8
"Your realm?" Ashley responded as she picked up her basket.
"I see....I am Ashley, I was attempting to help this woman. She overexerted herself in a battle with a powerful dragon. I brought her here to heal her wounds and wake her up. Why....why would she not trust you, may I ask?"
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Post by Vigil on Sept 17, 2015 22:25:43 GMT -8
"A dragon?" Vigil knew of dragons in his realm, the Twilight Dragons, but they likely were not like this one. The wisp moves out of the way to allow Ashley to get to Andraste "Thank you for helping her then. Well... she learned a truth about me she may not have liked. I am the son of her enemy, and she may believe that I've been deceiving her."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2015 22:33:41 GMT -8
"I see...." She said as she began to mix medicine in a jar from in the basket. Using rocks from around the area, Ashley ground up herbs until they formed a paste. She began to mix berries with it until a fine slush was created for her to drink.
"I don't know either you or her well enough to say for sure....but the fact you're her enemy's son doesn't make you her enemy."
After mixing the paste, Ashley brought her hood down and pulled a pepper from her head, flinching as she did so. Carefully she dropped a single drop of pepper juice in the jar, causing it to burst into bright fire, exploding upwards out of the jar before flashing out almost as quickly.
"Damn! She's not going to like the taste of this, but there's no way it won't wake her up!" Ashley said with a grin. In her free hand she crushed the pepper and ignited her hand, causing the fires to burn hot white. It blinded anyone looking directly at it until it burnt out seconds later.
"So who is your father, anyway? I'm assuming another wisp." He asked Vigil while she worked on some bandages.
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Vesta
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Immeasurable
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Standing at a minute height of one foot tall, this tiny nature spirit appears, on the surface, to be merely a young girl in her late teens, and her excitable demeanour would appear to support that hypothesis. She has long, flowing fire red hair which undulates like the flames she embodies, and solid orange, glowing eyes that sparkle with mirth and passion and a love of life. Upon her back, two bright red butterfly wings spread out about her, tapering up to sharp tips, their shape harsh and almost jagged, though possessed of a sort of dissonant order, speaking of her natural element. Her skin is without blemishes, perfectly golden-white, touched by the sun. What little clothing she wears is made from the element of fire itself, in constant motion as it wraps about her surprisingly voluptuous figure, although it occasionally appears to simply be a very malleable fabric, appearing as shear silk. While nothing about her would suggest she's any older than she seems on the surface, those who know the Fae and their workings know she's more than likely ages older than the first man to walk the lands.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wields no weaponry or armour, but her natural abilities are explosive and dangerous, and her short stature does nothing to reduce the destructive heat of her flames. She is also able to command the lightning, those destructive forces of the natural world at her beck and call.
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Post by Vesta on Sept 17, 2015 22:39:41 GMT -8
"I visited the Ethereal Realm once. It wasn't all that fun. Too many things tried to eat me. I mean, they failed, but they still tried!" explains Vesta to nobody in particular, largely ignoring the conversation at hand as she gets wrapped up in her own thoughts. "There were these flying lizard things, and these cave lizard things, and these water lizard things...lots of lizard things, actually. But at least we speak the same language! Sort of, anyway."
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Post by Vigil on Sept 17, 2015 22:48:25 GMT -8
"He is an Ethereal, the adult version of a wisp, named Purge. He is the most powerful being in the Ethereal Realm. Andraste wanted to fight him because he kills people who enter his world, and sometimes is the one that brings them there." Vigil explains to the dryad. "During the confrontation, my father suggested that I may have brought her to him to kill her. I was her guide, but it could have seemed like a deception."
The wisp watches the Dryad do her thing and listened to Vesta.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2015 22:49:54 GMT -8
Ashley brought the potion she created over to Andraste.
"Sounds like a fun place to explore. Hopefully I won't have to deal with your father until I'm strong enough to rule his land." She said as she poured the potion down Andraste's throat. The taste was the most horrifying disgusting insult to flavor to ever be conceived. The gods themselves cry torrents of rain, enough to flood the world a thousand times over, knowing such a thing could possibly exist. It was also a little tangy. Andraste would easily wake up from it, praying to anyone willing to listen to end her suffering or give her something to drink to possibly remove the curse of this potion from her mouth.
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Vesta
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Immeasurable
Physical Description: =======================
Standing at a minute height of one foot tall, this tiny nature spirit appears, on the surface, to be merely a young girl in her late teens, and her excitable demeanour would appear to support that hypothesis. She has long, flowing fire red hair which undulates like the flames she embodies, and solid orange, glowing eyes that sparkle with mirth and passion and a love of life. Upon her back, two bright red butterfly wings spread out about her, tapering up to sharp tips, their shape harsh and almost jagged, though possessed of a sort of dissonant order, speaking of her natural element. Her skin is without blemishes, perfectly golden-white, touched by the sun. What little clothing she wears is made from the element of fire itself, in constant motion as it wraps about her surprisingly voluptuous figure, although it occasionally appears to simply be a very malleable fabric, appearing as shear silk. While nothing about her would suggest she's any older than she seems on the surface, those who know the Fae and their workings know she's more than likely ages older than the first man to walk the lands.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wields no weaponry or armour, but her natural abilities are explosive and dangerous, and her short stature does nothing to reduce the destructive heat of her flames. She is also able to command the lightning, those destructive forces of the natural world at her beck and call.
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Post by Vesta on Sept 17, 2015 23:08:14 GMT -8
"Wait, we're gonna try to take the entire plane over? Won't that disrupt the balance?" asks Vesta, her voice suddenly filled with concern.
Meanwhile, Andraste bolts up from her sleep, catapulting Vesta into the tree in front of her, Vesta's contact immediately turning the bark into charred carbon where she smacks into it and a few inches to every side of her, flames licking out from the impact site. Andraste's in no position for apologies, however, as she sounds as if she's about to cough up her lungs, her body violently trying to reject the disgusting "potion", if it's even possible to call something so awful a potion. A literal explosion of flame shoots out of her mouth a moment later, a reflexive response, her magically-attuned body attempting to purge her mouth of impurities with scouring flame. Smoke wisps out of her mouth and nose as she falls backward onto the grass again, closing her eyes, her breathing now very heavy as if she's just run a mile, her face suddenly covered with sweat.
After a few moments regaining her bearings, she opens her eyes and sits up again, rubbing her head and looking about. When she speaks, it's in a hoarse, tired voice, a far cry from her usual soft, serene, melodic tones. "What exactly just transpired? And where is the nearest source of water?" she asks to everybody and nobody in particular, her head swivelling to take stock of her surroundings. She notes that she's neither in the Free City being tended to by a healer nor where she lay before, instead within some sort of forest clearing. Her magical sense is muted by her overexertion, and so she has no idea what sort of danger she might be in. Her hands grow warm and begin to glow hot red as she prepares to light the entire area aflame at the slightest provocation.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2015 23:11:26 GMT -8
Almost immediately after Andraste spoke, Ashley pulled out a water sack to hand to her.
"Works every time." She said to herself.
"Glad you're back up. I didn't see you took too much damage, but you're probably still exhausted with that dragon's shenanigans. I figured I'd bring you here so you can rest up. It's far from the fight, we should be alright. Oh, and you apparently have your own companion."
Scoville and Vesta both flew back to hover around Ashley as she kept her hood down for Andraste to see.
"Guess that's something we have in common."
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Andraste Ruana
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Age: 25
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Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 17, 2015 23:22:03 GMT -8
Vesta rubs her bum as she slides down the tree and hits the ground with a thump and a squeak, leaving a streak of charred bark behind her. She sits there for a moment, dazed, before flying back over to where Ashley is.
Andraste takes a long drink from the water sack, gulping down half of the water within, before clearing her throat. Luckily, the flame evaporating the liquid that clung to her esophagus and inner mouth combined with washing away what's left of the water purges her mouth of the taste, and hydrates her where the burst of flame dried her out. When she speaks again, her voice has returned to its usual tonal pattern. "Thank you, but where are we, exactly?" she asks, before she notices Vigil, and the memories of the Ethereal Realm come flooding back. She gives him a serene smile. "Vigil. I am glad you were able to escape your father," she states, calmly.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2015 23:30:06 GMT -8
"In a forest near the foothills of this region. We're about a thirty-minute walk from the clearing where that dragon attacked you." Ashley said as she pulled some food out of the basket. Inside was some freshly cooked meat, berries, mushrooms, vegetables, everything Andraste could want. She places the food on a flattened rock wide enough to be used as a plate before handing it to Andraste.
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