Xin
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Registered: Mar 6, 2016 17:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Xin on Oct 27, 2016 17:47:32 GMT -8
A while seemed to pass with not much exchanged, the fairies which filled the air had vanished leavening the only light cast from the fire-pit the dull glow dancing and shifting off the face of the mask the boy wore. Shadows lurched across the wall in misshapen forms that seemed to jump from one stone to the next . A soft murmur pursed lips as the boy slowly sat up, lids flicking open revealing a single silver orb which peered about the room. The first thing he had noticed would be the statuesque form of Sione who had watched over him while he slept. Slowly he stretched , letting out a soft yawn as he sat up looking about the room- noting another had followed his example. Though he was searching for Feruzia, now that it seemed that she finished entertaining her guest. “Thank you for the meal.” It was a mere whisper as he did not wish to disturb the other’s sleep, slowly he rose, little hand sweeping across the front of his cloak. “Xin shall bake you treats someday in return.” he offered, though it almost seemed like a child’s promise something they say in the moment and forget the next. Slowly he turned towards Sione, offering to her to her feet – what little he could – given the difference in the stature afterward, he quietly slipped from the castle and disappear into the surrounding forest, walking at a leisure pace which allowed the Wraith to easily follow if that was her choice.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2016 19:03:17 GMT -8
Sione stirred only slightly as Xin stood, turning her head to look up at the boy. When he offered his hand, she couldn't help but smile, taking it in her own seemingly lifeless grip as she rose smoothly to her feet. Then she would follow the boy out of the ruins and into the forest, to wherever he was going.
<Exit>
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2016 20:17:07 GMT -8
After the two visitors left and the boy gave his sweet promise, Feruzia stirred up the fire and cooked breakfast for the lot... She made a simple porridge made from hominy meal, goat's milk, freshly churned butter (Locals always brought perishables and took leftovers of her cooking so it wouldn't be wasted), yellow cheese, and cured bacon. There was fresh baked bread, boiled duck eggs, yellow cheese, apples, grapes, pears, a small keg of honey mead, and coffee bubbling in the coals. There were crocks of butter, honey, and berry jam.
Whenever the group stirred, they would be able to notice a large trestle table set up with all the stuff that wasn't being cooked, along with wooden bowls, pewter cups and wooden cups alike... There were wooden spoons and spreaders, and two-tine, crude looking forks. There were a few girls with ewers of water, prepared to serve the group so they would be well taken care of before their long journey.
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Kaylie Imrahil
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Roleplay posts: 182 
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Oct 28, 2016 3:42:54 GMT -8
Kaylie stirred the moment the pair got up and rustled, keeping watch through nearly closed eyelids. Once the pair had left it and it seemed like a good time to be properly awake, she rose from her seated position amd stretched her back out before slinging her bow across it.
"I suppose you're alright Feruzia, and I would like to apologize for being so distrustful yesterday. Just had...bad experiences with fairies and the like before."
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Eloria Tyrins
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Roleplay posts: 130
Age: Uhh.. lost count?
Physical Description: Generally referred to as tiny and adorable, Eloria is 4'10" tall and petite. Although she appears to be barely into her teens, her purple-pink eyes have a wisdom and age about them surprising for one seemingly so young. Her hair, which falls to her knees when it's not bound up into its usual ponytail, is a pale shade of purplish-pink. Her skin is lightly-tanned due to lots of time outdoors, and she has no visible scars, or any defining physical characteristics, aside from her finely-formed, adorable facial features. This is excluding the line of intricate magical tattoos down her back, which are forged directly into her spirit, allowing her constant access to the summon spirits she's made pacts with - all ten of them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Eloria wears a very.. definitive outfit. On her lower half, she wears a pair of voluminous bright pink pants, tucked into white-and-purple ankle-high boots. On her tap half, she wears a purple, midriff-baring strapless top, on top of which is a white short-sleeved vest with long tails and purple edging. Accessory-wise, she wears a purple belt over her vest, a green bright green scarf knotted around her neck, two long gloves of pale purple, a single purple sphere dangling from her left ear, and two thick bracelets - a golden one around her right wrist, and a turquoise one around her left. The bracelets and earring aren't just for show; they're inlaid with strong enchantments. Additionally, she carries a broom.. that flies, and also is apparently at least semi-sentient, as she speaks to it.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 16:19:36 GMT -8
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Post by Eloria Tyrins on Oct 28, 2016 9:03:48 GMT -8
Anyone able to sense magic would feel the approach of a strong magical force, moments before a tiny purple-haired figure on a broom soared into the tower. Coming to a stop hovering above Feruzia and Kaylie, Eloria peered at them upside-down, blinking large violet eyes in an owlish manner. And then she grinned, freeing her left hand from the broom handle to wave to the pair.
"Hi! I'm Eloria Tyrins. High Lady Naoki requested that someone from the Enclave be sent as backup, and they sent me! So.. I'm here to help!" She offered a lazy salute, then flipped upright and descended so she was on a level with the two women. She did not, however, get off her broom. She was tiny and wanted to maintain as much of a height advantage as she could.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 16:35:21 GMT -8
Everyone was directed to eat. As Kylie commented on the trust, Feruzia stirred at the porridge and said, "The fae let you in because of Camilla and were curious to know why things have been horrendous. As for me, I know that I'm a stranger... but trust is needed from all of us... Please eat a good meal, though, this will be the last hot meal for a time." Or ever, she thought to herself with foreboding. Not so much for the others, but she was none too happy about traversing the caves either.
Someone new entered the scene, and, of course, there were the fae creatures following her too until she introduced herself... Then they all collectively flit away. "Welcome, please sit and eat. We'll collect dried food supplies after we are done, and then we shall go."
The breakfast was not brief, but it was pretty quiet and solemn. After they all ate, the villagers cleared away everything and took the remainder for the people. Feruzia then had everyone grab ration bags. Her hawk was left to sit in the rafters, flying in a cave wouldn't do. He would fly the trek from the outside. The wolf did come.
She led everyone to the dungeon, lit already by blazing torches. At the end of one corridorm she took the last torch, then pressed a notch in the wall. The damp smell was strong, and a cold blast of air could be felt. She went in first, and as soon as the party was all in the first part of the cave, a villager held a finger over the notch. Feruzia said, "Leave now if you feel you cannot do this, because there is no way to open that door again from this side."
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Kaylie Imrahil
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Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Oct 28, 2016 17:22:47 GMT -8
Kaylie nodded and took an extra rations bag. She never left home without one, but an extra one could 't hurt. She preferred a light breakfast accompanied by some light snacking while marching. So Kaylie just ate some of the fruit and bread with honey before gathering up her gear and following Feruzia to the cavern entrance.
"I didn't come this far just to quit."
She knocks an arrow to her bow and waits for the signal to continue on.
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Eloria Tyrins
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Roleplay posts: 130
Age: Uhh.. lost count?
Physical Description: Generally referred to as tiny and adorable, Eloria is 4'10" tall and petite. Although she appears to be barely into her teens, her purple-pink eyes have a wisdom and age about them surprising for one seemingly so young. Her hair, which falls to her knees when it's not bound up into its usual ponytail, is a pale shade of purplish-pink. Her skin is lightly-tanned due to lots of time outdoors, and she has no visible scars, or any defining physical characteristics, aside from her finely-formed, adorable facial features. This is excluding the line of intricate magical tattoos down her back, which are forged directly into her spirit, allowing her constant access to the summon spirits she's made pacts with - all ten of them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Eloria wears a very.. definitive outfit. On her lower half, she wears a pair of voluminous bright pink pants, tucked into white-and-purple ankle-high boots. On her tap half, she wears a purple, midriff-baring strapless top, on top of which is a white short-sleeved vest with long tails and purple edging. Accessory-wise, she wears a purple belt over her vest, a green bright green scarf knotted around her neck, two long gloves of pale purple, a single purple sphere dangling from her left ear, and two thick bracelets - a golden one around her right wrist, and a turquoise one around her left. The bracelets and earring aren't just for show; they're inlaid with strong enchantments. Additionally, she carries a broom.. that flies, and also is apparently at least semi-sentient, as she speaks to it.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 16:19:36 GMT -8
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Post by Eloria Tyrins on Oct 28, 2016 17:54:04 GMT -8
"Thank you!" This was chirped cheerily, and Eloria partook of some of the breakfast - nabbing a bit of fruit and bread before gathering whatever supplies were needed and following the other two women toward these caves that were apparently their destination. Floating into the cave still perched on her broom, she didn't look terribly worried. She'd been through a good deal in her years (despite her apparent youth) and was confident they'd get through this just fine. This confidence was expressed in a grin and another salute as she indicated her readiness to depart.
"Lead the way!"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 20:43:45 GMT -8
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
Registered: May 10, 2016 10:37:44 GMT -8
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Apr 5, 2017 18:50:01 GMT -8
Kaylie made a slow return to the Usque, hawk soaring above and faithful wolf trotting at her heels. Ever since she had returned from the Misty Woods, she had felt restless in Isra, an ever growing desire to return to the Usque. She was no fool, she knew the bow was responsible, but she was curious, and so she returned to the Usque.
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