Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on Jan 16, 2019 15:08:12 GMT -8
Located in the southern parts of Thornwood, Sentient Springs is not a place which is very difficult to reach, although the it is quite difficult to navigate and traverse through due to the rain that rarely stops in this area of Taingaard. Travelers and hunters must be aware of puddles that are really pitfalls, swamp like conditions and areas that are as quicksand. The trees here doesn't grow as close as deeper within Thornwood but in some places a close fog will fall upon the area every once in a while. |
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Tala
Committed
Strider
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 32
Physical Description: Strong-willed Tala is of not of considerable height for her kin, but standing at 5’9”, is still taller than most humans. Her long black, untamable mane is dreaded and braided away from her pale face. With a towering, strong form, she has a fine athletic figure after a lifetime of hunting & fighting, with stamina great enough to be able to hike and hunt long distances over a period of days without tiring. Unforgettable watchful, icy-blue eyes that don't miss much.
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Clothes and Equipment: +Fur cloak w/ feathered hood +Face paint
+Light leather armor +Rings of Aegis (Accuracy+)
+Linen tunic and trousers +Claymore (Silver)
+Leather bracers and boots +Scimitar dagger
+Bandaged arms/wrists +Shortbow/Arrows
+Bandaged feet/ankles +Travel pack (misc.)
+Water Skin +Two books (Ask for details)
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Allegiances: The Companions (Company of Mercenaries)
Registered: Aug 6, 2019 14:02:05 GMT -8
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Post by Tala on Aug 8, 2019 17:12:03 GMT -8
The rain trickling from the canopy flooded the ground in isolated streams and showered Tala the Silent, but the cloak protected the water from soaking her through to the bone. Making her way through the forest ever so cautiously ash she stalked dinner for the party, distributing weight so as to not snap any branches hidden underneath the topsoil.
Steel-blue eyes darted to her companion who was nestled in a tree and was gesturing ahead at the target. Tala moved from behind the tree as she drew an arrow, anchored the bow, held her breath as she watched the reindeer munch on a couple of leaves, and released. It never saw it coming. Her companion said something, but it was muffled in her head from the focus and thrill of the hunt.
After recovering the arrow, she carried the fallen creature back to camp on her shoulders; the party had already set up some tents and a fire. Someone cheered as the hunters entered, remarked that perhaps it was a good idea to bring along an actual hunter, and had she ever hunted a troll before? They did not know how long it would take to stake out the monsters, but did not waste any time on settling down to make the best of the situation; not all of them were as accustomed to the chilled climate as Tala was, and that was putting it mildly.
Tala settled down on a log dragged in from the forest, her job done. As the others chatted around the campfire, she noticed it had stopped raining, and popped open a book.
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