Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250 
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 16, 2016 15:33:59 GMT -8
Created with earth magics by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade and Zar'Dura the Listener, this hut is the residence of the last two remaining Orcs of the Falkreath tribe. Protected by the elements and the spirits themselves, the pair of young Orcs dwell here in peace and happiness. Their home is guarded by powerful defensive wards that prevent attack or entry by intruders or hostile individuals.
(OOC: Permission to enter must be gained via PM.)
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Apr 16, 2016 16:11:42 GMT -8
Daris stepped into the main hall of what would be there home. It was empty and bare, but is was theirs. Theirs! The full weight of that realization struck him. They would live together as the last two orcs of Falkreath. Would they get married? Could they even get married without the tribe? He didn't know. He supposed he would worry about that later. For know though he knew what was next.
"We should make furniture. I think it would be nest to start with a bed. I will go hunt us some furs, we can even smoke the meat. What should the frame be made of..."
The next few weeks would be spent decorating their new home. They would get aid from the local villagers. Learning wood working skills and crafting furniture. They would start a garden and purchase some chickens. In short they would work at turning their hut into their home.
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 16, 2016 16:30:31 GMT -8
Time passed at a pleasant pace for Dura. The women of the village taught her how to sew and cook things other than roasting meat over an open fire. Their combined gifts with the earth made a garden easy to begin and nourish, although the chickens took a little getting used to, noisy feathered things. Still, they settled in well enough, and Dura was happy; she had taken to no longer wearing her armor, instead content in simple, comfortable furs, for there was no danger in this place.
It was a bright afternoon some weeks after their arrival when she returned from the forest near the village, a basket propped between her left wrist and corresponding hip. It was full of berries and fruit that she'd found out in the wilds and was looking to plant in their garden. Her shoulders were bared by the sleeveless, one-shouldered soft leather top she wore, which also exposed her midriff, and a good deal of her strong legs were exposed by the knee-length leather skirt that bore slits all the way up the sides. Popping a flavorful, tart berry into her mouth, she approached the hut at a languid pace, looking around for Daris.
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Apr 16, 2016 17:20:26 GMT -8
Daris is around the back of the house. He is slowly making a stack of firewood. The villagers had told him that the winters here were quite harsh. As such he had chopped down a few trees and prepared a drying rack. Better to get the wood dry and prepared now than wait. He is wearing only his leather leggings and his bare chest glistens with sweat.
Daris uses his sword as an ax, the spirits having warped at his command. Truly it was a marvelous weapon. He wonders what purpose it will fulfill now though. It was suppose to defend his people, but his people were gone. All but Dura. Still she was enough, more than enough. He looks up from his labors when she comes around. Dropping his sword turned ax down to his side and wipping sweat from his brow he grins at her.
"You look like you had a productive day!"
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 16, 2016 18:08:51 GMT -8
Following the sound of wood being split, she rounded the hut and came to a stop, admiring the muscles that rippled with every movement Daris made. By the All-Maker, but she was a lucky woman. She'd gotten one of the most sought-after men in the village. This knowledge drew a smirk to Dura's lips as she leaned up against a tree, watching him. She remained there even when he turned around, and her eyes met his as she smiled. "Yes. I found some berries and fruits that I thought we might grow. I see you have been busy as well."
Her gaze fell to the wood pile as she said this, but it soon drifted back to his body, starting at his hips and slowly dragging upward over the bared expanse of his toned form. Much like the first time she'd seen him in such a state, his sweaty, half-dressed body lit a fire within her. She knew what it was, now; she was attracted to this masculine display, aroused by the sight of him. Her eyes were filled with heat as they returned to his, an unconscious growl of approval rumbling in her chest. He was hers.. that was probably the most appealing thing of all. No one else would get to look at him with such admiration.. or touch, one day. A day she found herself wishing would come sooner rather than later.
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Apr 16, 2016 18:52:31 GMT -8
Daris nods his sword returns to it's original shape and he sheathes it. He walks up to her and drinks in her form. She had taken to dressing far more casually and he had appreciated it. Her long legs and exposed mid riffs had given him many inappropriate thoughts. She didn't know it but he had been more and more times at the village blacksmith. He was working on a project, which he hoped would be done... sooner rather than later. For the moment though he comes up and presses his forehead to hers.
"Shall we have lunch? I hunted a deer this morning. Most of it is being smoked for winter storage. The res though should make a fine roast for lunch and stew for dinner."
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 16, 2016 19:59:22 GMT -8
The way Daris looked at her sometimes set Dura's blood to boiling; now was very much one of those times. She could see that he liked what he saw, the flat and lightly-muscled plane of her stomach, the rounded swell of her visible cleavage, the smooth skin of her thighs.. and she knew he wanted to touch her, just as she wanted to touch him. She had to struggle against the urge to pull him to the ground and take what she wanted. They were both still clinging to the traditions of the tribe.. him more than her. But she wasn't going to push him, if he wasn't ready. Drawn from her thoughts by his approach, she tilted her head up, welcoming the affectionate gesture of his brow to hers, and smiled.
"Yes.. that would be nice. I am rather.. hungry." It was clear that she wasn't talking about being hungry for venison, not with the heat of molten amber eyes gazing up at him. Reaching into the basket, she grabbed a set of berries, popping one of them into her mouth, and silently offering the other to him. Spirits, but her patience was fraying, slowly but surely. She wanted him. He wanted her. Why were they waiting? It was frustrating.
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Apr 16, 2016 20:43:29 GMT -8
There is an audible gulp at Dura's words. Spirits she was beautiful and she wanted him. It was so obvious and so tempting he almost forced her down. Still he did not. Falkreath was gone all that was left was them and the traditions. He could not let them go, no matter how much he wanted to. Still the surprise would be done by the end of the week, after that... He takes the berry and eats it slowly.
"Let's head inside then."
Daris leads the way into the hut and puts prepares the fire. Once it is roaring he skewers the venison and puts it on to roast. Deer was good though he missed Mongthol meat.
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 16, 2016 20:58:36 GMT -8
He wanted her. She could see it! Why didn't he give them what they both wanted? Had he changed his mind..? No, surely that wasn't it. Daris loved her. She knew that. She had felt it, that day when they built their hut. Stomping down on her disappointment, Dura nodded and followed him inside the hut. While he set about making the fire and setting up the venison to roast, she got some of the bread dough she'd made earlier in the day and set it up in the little stone cubby beside the flames so it could bake.
Sitting down before the fire, she settled with knees raised and arms resting folded atop them, watching the dancing flames. Sometimes she thought she could hear a voice speaking within them, but whenever she tried to focus on it, it slipped away. Water was starting to come to her more easily, but fire.. that continued to elude her. Sometimes she missed having the guidance of Kold'Ron.. Shorbolg she didn't miss, as she no longer trusted him, but his son.. she had trusted him, and he had helped her immensely, when she felt lost and lonely. He had directed her to Daris, who was now her everything. Thoughts of him drew her gaze from the fire to the male himself, and unbeknownst to Dura herself, her eyes shimmered with love. Did she even realize that she loved him?
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Apr 16, 2016 21:55:51 GMT -8
Daris caught the look in Dura's eyes. It was different from the one she gave him earlier. Not as exciting but more compelling more enticing. He sits down next to her and bumps his shoulder to hers. He turns to look at her and his own love shines through. It was hard sometimes to resist. Even now he wants to kiss her to hold her to touch her. They had kissed before and nothing untoward had happend, maybe they could do it again. Just a brief touch, a brief taste, what was the worst that could....
Daris stops. He realizes he had slowly been moving in. Slowly bringing his lips to hers. This isn't like I'm the canyon. They are not exhausted and surrounded by evil. If he starts now he may not be able to stop. His voice sounds horse and strained.
"Dura. We are all that's left. Just us and the traditions. Still I... I love you I want you. I am... working on what we need to do this the right way. Can you wait just a while longer. Can you help me wait just till the end of the week?"
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 16, 2016 23:00:45 GMT -8
Watching as he sat next to her, she smiled when he bumped her shoulder, and bumped his in return. That look in his eyes made Dura's heart warm. To see that love so openly displayed made inappropriate thoughts fade away; she just wanted to be with Daris, regardless of how long they waited. But then he began leaning toward her, and her breath caught. Was he..? They hadn't kissed since the canyon, although she had wanted to. He had been so skittish, like he was afraid that if they kissed, he wouldn't be able to control himself anymore. She found herself drawn toward him, so close...
He abruptly froze, and she blinked up at him. Why had he..? Then he spoke, and her eyes widened. He loved her? Wait, what did he mean by what they needed to do this the right way? Then it sank in. Why he had so often returned smelling of fire and metal. He was... Her heart swelled, and she reached up, placing her hand on the back of his neck to guide him downward, her head tilting up so she could press her brow to his. She knew, then, and her voice shook ever so slightly as she spoke. "I will wait. And I will help you wait. Our love is worth waiting to do it right."
As if that didn't make it clear enough, she ran her fingers through his hair and rubbed her nose against his. She wanted to kiss him, but now.. now she was willing to wait. She whispered as she peered up at him through her lashes. "I love you, too, Daris."
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Sangilak of the Saskatoon
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 34
Physical Description: A middle-aged, dark skinned woman, about 5'11, athletic, muscular build concealed by her clothing
Clothes and Equipment: As a god-mother, she carries a child, a little boy named Uglu. She loves this child and would defend him with her life.
She is armed with two metal shields with razor sharp edges, one of which also has spikes. The spiked shield is called Father's Hand, the other is called Mother's Cry. Father's Hand helps her create and manipulate plant life. Mother's Cry helps her control the earth itself. Despite this they are very plain-looking and can double as cooking pans. When placed together, they form a hang drum instrument called Harmony which possesses healing properties.
She is dressed in light furs, and always carries fruit and herbs to make tea. She also has a special milk blend to keep the baby in good health, and some basic traveling supplies and precious stones/coins.
Her mount is a large yak named Snowball.
Registered: Dec 4, 2015 14:15:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sangilak of the Saskatoon on Apr 16, 2016 23:04:22 GMT -8
Suddenly there would be a knock on the door, just the thing to interrupt a sensitive conversation!
When they went to answer, they would see a genial middle-aged woman wearing thick, protective furs on her back.
Sangilak was the "elder" of the Saskatoon clan, the most powerful earth caster and a healer as well. She was the youngest elder the clan has ever produced. Aside from that she was known for three things: her music, her pies, and her adopted son Uglu who never left her side. The boy was still a babe, and spend most of his time strapped to her back.
In this case, she had brought all three. Little Uglu was laughing at some strange thing he saw (probably a bug), and the woman had a freshly baked pie in her hands.
"Hello my tall friends! Forgive me for intruding but I wanted to bring you a gift." She held out the pie to the two orcs.
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Apr 17, 2016 9:35:53 GMT -8
Daris gets up from the spot at the fire. He was actually grateful for the interruption. He knew she would respect his wishes. However, he had nearly broken down when she had returned his love. He opens the door and stares down at Elder Sangilak. They had spoken once or twice before, the orcs had been living in the village for almost a month now. Still this was the first time any in the village had come to visit. He grins at her, her pie, and her laughing babe.
"Hello in turn our short friend. Your gift is most welcome, it will make a fine addition to lunch. We were just about to eat would you care to join us?"
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 17, 2016 10:29:36 GMT -8
Dura stifled a growl of frustration as a knock came at the door; she had been honest, and was willing to wait, but having such a sweet moment interrupted was a bit disappointing. She had been hoping to sit there in his arms and enjoy the revelation of their feelings professed aloud. Despite all this, she let Daris go so he could answer the door, and stood, trailing behind him to see who was there. Ahh, it was the Elder; she'd been a great help, providing Dura with a list of native species of plant life that were safe to eat. Smiling down at the woman and the babe, she reached out and accepted the pie. "Thank you, Elder. It looks most delicious." Daris had already extended an invitation, so Dura was content to simply stand there with pie in hand to see if she would accept.
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Sangilak of the Saskatoon
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 34
Physical Description: A middle-aged, dark skinned woman, about 5'11, athletic, muscular build concealed by her clothing
Clothes and Equipment: As a god-mother, she carries a child, a little boy named Uglu. She loves this child and would defend him with her life.
She is armed with two metal shields with razor sharp edges, one of which also has spikes. The spiked shield is called Father's Hand, the other is called Mother's Cry. Father's Hand helps her create and manipulate plant life. Mother's Cry helps her control the earth itself. Despite this they are very plain-looking and can double as cooking pans. When placed together, they form a hang drum instrument called Harmony which possesses healing properties.
She is dressed in light furs, and always carries fruit and herbs to make tea. She also has a special milk blend to keep the baby in good health, and some basic traveling supplies and precious stones/coins.
Her mount is a large yak named Snowball.
Registered: Dec 4, 2015 14:15:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sangilak of the Saskatoon on Apr 17, 2016 16:31:43 GMT -8
Sangilak shook her head. "I'm afraid I can't. I have a lot of work to do. We're expanding a new field in the mountains and I am overseeing its development. Not only that, but there have been a lot of new humanoids here in the expanse, include dragon men and undead. I'm doing my best to make them all feel welcome. But listen, if you ever need any help, with anything, please, let me know. I can do more than bake pies, you know?"
Uglu suddenly began crying. "Speaking of having a lot to do..." Sangilak carefully brought the child to her front and pulled out a carved wooden bottle with a rubbery tip, which she used to feed the little baby. "I don't suppose either of you know healing magic. It keeps slipping my mind to ask..."
Uglu was born with an auto-immune disorder. He was unable to survive on his own without constant healing from a mage. Even then, too much healing with exacerbate the condition and actually kill the child. Sangilak was sufficiently skilled to radiate a warm aura which kept the disease at bay. But it was another reason why she didn't have time to stay and chat.
There were other healers who could do the job, but they were often busy as well, and Sangilak was not quick to trust others. Anyone who displayed sufficient skill could act as a potential babysitter...
After she was done feeling the baby, she would say, "Well, I should go. Have a good day." If she was not interrupted she would leave the door.
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Apr 17, 2016 17:17:56 GMT -8
"I do not have skill at healing. Dura maybe able to do something."
Daris takes the pie gratefully and heads into the hut. He sets the table and begins laying out the food. When he is done he sits down and waits. Dura is far more skilled in magic than him, but he does not know if she can heal. He has only seen her do so once and that was by instinct. He did not know if she could perform the healing Uglu required. When Sangilak takes her leave Daris waves goodbye.
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 17, 2016 17:34:45 GMT -8
The sound of the baby warmed something in Dura's heart, and she smiled down at the little one as he was fed. Hearing though that Sangilak needed a healer for him made her frown. She handed the pie off to Daris when he reached for it, gazing at the babe in a considering manner. "I have only ever used healing magic once, and it was unintentional.. I would be hesitant to use it on such a small one." She seemed to mull something over, then gave Sangilak a firm look. "I will begin practicing this magic on others who need healing, and then I will do my best to do what I can for your cub."
This promise made, she bowed to Sangilak as she left, then closed the door behind her. She turned back to Daris with a troubled look. She didn't like the thought of a little one being ill. Mulling over this predicament presented to her, she moved to check on the bread, and seeing it wasn't quite done yet, closed the stone cubby once more. She then resumed her seated spot by the fire, pondering deeply.
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Apr 17, 2016 18:53:48 GMT -8
Daris joined Dura in silence as they wait for lunch. Both of them had thoughts weighing heavily on their minds. It was not a bad silence though. It was a comfortable companionable silence. It was a silence that spoke of the easy familiarity they had developed over the last few months. Eventually lunch was ready and they ate. After lunch they returned to work and time passed. A day, then two, then three, until finally it was the end of the week.
Daris wiped the sweat from his brow and set down the tongs. He was finished it had been a long hard road, but he was finished! He had learned what he needed to do from the local blacksmith. Then he had helped around the forge in exchange for materials. It had taken him almost three months, but these were perfect. He grins and returns to the hut whistling a traditional song as he goes. The first order of business on his return would be a bath. He did not want to smell of soot for this.
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Zar'Dura the Listener
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 250
Age: 19
Physical Description: At 6'3", Zar'Dura is somewhat small, even for a female Orc, and she is not as muscular as most. Her skin is a greenish-brownish-grey color that is common to her race, and her features, while not what humans would consider beautiful, are delicate for her kind, with full lips and two small tusks protruding upward from behind her lower lip. Her eyes are a startling amber-gold color, and her hair is black, worn in tightly-bound ropes often adorned with charms and rings carved of wood and stone.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, she can be seen wearing a set of fur-and-leather robes, adorned with fangs, claws, and a single wolf femur, with a single strap that lays across her right shoulder, leaving the other bare. Occasionally, she wears armor of leather and iron, created for her by her parents. Her usual equipment consists of a simple wooden staff carved with runes.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 10, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
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Post by Zar'Dura the Listener on Apr 17, 2016 19:03:54 GMT -8
Where Daris had been devoting much of his time to the forge, Dura had been doing as she promised Sangilak, and had been honing her healing skills. She wasn't as capable as she would like, yet, but she was getting there. It was also forging closer bonds between the Orc pair and the villagers, and they were becoming a true part of the village. It wasn't the same as the tribe, but it was close enough that Dura was really starting to feel at home here. She had been so busy that she almost didn't even remember what day it was, she was only tiredly pleased as she returned to their hut, late in the afternoon.
Unaware that Daris had returned to their home, Dura grabbed a basket from just inside the door and moved to the garden beside their hut, taking some time to tend to the plants. Using just a little earth magic to encourage them to grow strong and healthy, she was humming softly as she removed weeds, gathering the food that was ripe into the basket which sat on the ground near her. Perched on hands and knees, she was immersed in her task, a happy expression on her face. Never before had she imagined that she would take such pleasure in simple domestic tasks. Perhaps it was because in her mind, she did it for Daris, and that made it all so much more worth it than simply doing it for herself would have been.
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Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 19
Physical Description: Small for an orcish warrior Daris is just over six foot six, a good 6 inches below average height. Despite his height, he still has the build of a warrior. He is surprisingly light on his feet and very flexible. Like most orcs he has a powerful jawline, heavy brow, and protruding tusks. By orc standards he is considered to be quite the looker. Coupled with his status in the tribe, he has more than a few young orcish woman looking to win his eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most warriors Daris prefer light simply armor for his day to day wear. This armor allows for freedom of movement in combat, essential to his fighting style.
His weapon is a slightly curved sword, with a long grip. It can easily be wielded in one or two hands, and is designed for slashing attacks. His sword is made of a single carved piece of living stone. A gift from the earth, the blade is preternaturally sharp, durable, and bound to him. He can summon it to his hand, and use it channel his magics.
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Registered: Mar 12, 2016 16:09:38 GMT -8
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Post by Daris'Fall, The Rising Blade on Apr 17, 2016 19:22:30 GMT -8
Daris heads around the back of the hut. There the water pump is set up and he grabs the washing bucket. He can see Dura working the garden and he gulps nervously. Very soon things would change, change forever. He believed it would be a good thing, but he was not yet sure. He fills the bucket and sets about washing himself. He is slow and careful taking his time and when he is done he drys off. He does not put his shirt back on. He does not think he will need it. He heads into the garden and he clears his throat.
"Dura when you are done. Could you meet me inside I have something I would like to discuss."
Daris waits long enough to hear her response, before he heads inside to wait for her. Once he is inside he paces restlessly. He was beyond nervous. His mind new wait her response would be, but his heart was unsure. His mind new what her response would be, but it also showed him the results. How could something seem so wonderful and so terrifying at the same time? He did not know.
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