Sylaerin the Dreamer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157 
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: The ethereal woman known only as Sylaerin is of average height, at an even 5'4", but that is the only thing average about her. She has a delicately formed bone structure that lends itself to a slender build, combined with lean curves that give her an appearance just shy of willowy. She has the gracefully pointed ears of an Elf, and her skin has the faintest purplish glitter to it that is most noticeable in the moonlight. Her hair is long, falling to her ankles when left loose, and is shifting shades of iridescent violet. Her eyes, which are normally a pale shade of lilac, occasionally glow a vivid and alluring electric blue. She has violet markings around her eyes and at various spots across her body that give her an exotic appeal.
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Clothes and Equipment: What she wears tends to change at random, apparently with no more than a conscious thought, but her garb tends toward dresses comprised of filmy material in shades of purple and blue with silver accents, that often bares her shoulders and portions of her black, and displays her cleavage to a small degree. She carries no weaponry or any items aside from her jewelry, which appears to either be enchanted or help her channel her own magics. These consist of a pair of silver crescent moon-shaped earrings, a circlet of woven silver that curves around the back of her head and onto her brow, and a torque of woven silver that rests around her neck. There is also a small silver stud piercing in her right nostril, although that appears to be wholly cosmetic.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 21, 2016 12:18:38 GMT -8
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Post by Sylaerin the Dreamer on May 9, 2016 20:27:24 GMT -8
Dawn crested above the horizon and began to shed light upon the tombstones and sparse greenery within the cemetery. Curled up at the feet of an angel statue was the purple-haired woman, seemingly Elven; her knees drawn up and chin resting atop them, arms curled around her legs. Her long hair fell in loose waves around her, halfway obscuring her features and the folds of her long-sleeved and high-collared dress, so dark a shade of blue it was nearly black. Her pale violet eyes stared blankly at the paving stones just in front of her bare feet. The wind rustled by, disturbing her hair, but other than an involuntary flicker of her pointed ears.. there was no reaction. She was silent, still, unblinking.. almost as though she were a statue herself.
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216 
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 20:21:14 GMT -8
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on May 9, 2016 20:44:03 GMT -8
It is about an hour after dawn that Crow rushes into the graveyard. Normally he would never run, it looked terribly improper. Still he was dreadfully worried. When he had gotten home Syl hadn't been there. He had expected that and he made breakfast and waited for her. After an hour though his worry had mounted his resolve shattered and he came to town. His murder quickly located Syl and he made his way to her as quickly as he could. Finding her laying in front of a grave and ominously still meant any relief he might have felt bleed into more anxiety. Dropping to his knees he takes her by the shoulders.
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Sylaerin the Dreamer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: The ethereal woman known only as Sylaerin is of average height, at an even 5'4", but that is the only thing average about her. She has a delicately formed bone structure that lends itself to a slender build, combined with lean curves that give her an appearance just shy of willowy. She has the gracefully pointed ears of an Elf, and her skin has the faintest purplish glitter to it that is most noticeable in the moonlight. Her hair is long, falling to her ankles when left loose, and is shifting shades of iridescent violet. Her eyes, which are normally a pale shade of lilac, occasionally glow a vivid and alluring electric blue. She has violet markings around her eyes and at various spots across her body that give her an exotic appeal.
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Clothes and Equipment: What she wears tends to change at random, apparently with no more than a conscious thought, but her garb tends toward dresses comprised of filmy material in shades of purple and blue with silver accents, that often bares her shoulders and portions of her black, and displays her cleavage to a small degree. She carries no weaponry or any items aside from her jewelry, which appears to either be enchanted or help her channel her own magics. These consist of a pair of silver crescent moon-shaped earrings, a circlet of woven silver that curves around the back of her head and onto her brow, and a torque of woven silver that rests around her neck. There is also a small silver stud piercing in her right nostril, although that appears to be wholly cosmetic.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 21, 2016 12:18:38 GMT -8
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Post by Sylaerin the Dreamer on May 9, 2016 21:00:39 GMT -8
Sylaerin was entirely unaware of Crow's presence until he grabbed her shoulders. Then she stirred slowly, blinked once, and raised her head to look up at him. It took her a few moments to gather her thoughts enough to speak. "I can enter their dreams as easily as entering a room. And reach into their sleeping minds and give them dreams with no more than the wish to do so. I don't even have to enter their homes." Her arms uncurled from around her legs, and she reached up, touching his cheek with gentle fingers as her eyes searched his own silvery gaze. He was so beautiful. And she loved him. She didn't want to leave him. She was frightened.
"You showed me so many wonderful things, and I swear to you that I'll remember these days of paradise for eternity. When the time comes that I have to leave, I want you to promise me something." Her other hand rose, mimicking its twin, and framed his face as her voice dropped to a near-whisper. "Never forget that I love you."
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 20:21:14 GMT -8
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on May 10, 2016 9:39:13 GMT -8
Syls words do nothing to dampen Crows growing concern. He swallows his fear and worry as best he can. Taking her hands in his he stares into her eyes. She loved him she had said it. That echoes dimly in his mind as he speaks slowly and steadily.
"Syl I could never forget you. If you leave I will spend the rest of eternity searching for you. If you leave never forget that I love you and I am coming for you. Even if it takes me years or decades. If I lost you I wouldn't rest until I got you back."
He pulls her into an embrace then. Holding her tightly as though he can stave off what they both fear with this hug. |
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Sylaerin the Dreamer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: The ethereal woman known only as Sylaerin is of average height, at an even 5'4", but that is the only thing average about her. She has a delicately formed bone structure that lends itself to a slender build, combined with lean curves that give her an appearance just shy of willowy. She has the gracefully pointed ears of an Elf, and her skin has the faintest purplish glitter to it that is most noticeable in the moonlight. Her hair is long, falling to her ankles when left loose, and is shifting shades of iridescent violet. Her eyes, which are normally a pale shade of lilac, occasionally glow a vivid and alluring electric blue. She has violet markings around her eyes and at various spots across her body that give her an exotic appeal.
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Clothes and Equipment: What she wears tends to change at random, apparently with no more than a conscious thought, but her garb tends toward dresses comprised of filmy material in shades of purple and blue with silver accents, that often bares her shoulders and portions of her black, and displays her cleavage to a small degree. She carries no weaponry or any items aside from her jewelry, which appears to either be enchanted or help her channel her own magics. These consist of a pair of silver crescent moon-shaped earrings, a circlet of woven silver that curves around the back of her head and onto her brow, and a torque of woven silver that rests around her neck. There is also a small silver stud piercing in her right nostril, although that appears to be wholly cosmetic.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 21, 2016 12:18:38 GMT -8
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Post by Sylaerin the Dreamer on May 10, 2016 10:19:38 GMT -8
His words drew a smile to her lips, and when he pulled her into his arms, she went willingly. Wrapping her arms around his waist, Syl nuzzled her face into his chest, simply holding him. Crow had become her world. Even though many of her memories had begun to come back the night before, she didn't remember everything.. not yet. But it was only a matter of time, and it likely wouldn't be long. "I'll never forget. I promise. I'll always hold you in my heart and my thoughts." Tilting her head up a bit, she gently kissed his jaw. "Can we go home now? I'm sorry I worried you."
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 20:21:14 GMT -8
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on May 10, 2016 11:36:16 GMT -8
Crow gathers Syl into his arms. Despite his slight frame he is surprisingly strong. He knows it is a tad inappropriate to walk around with a woman in his arms. He doesn't currently care, he can't bear to let her go. He wonders through the city streets until they wind up on the tree lined lane. This was home, their home. It was where she belonged and where she wanted to be. He would ensure she would return here, always. |
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 22, 2016 10:33:28 GMT -8
The moment Iania set foot inside the graveyard, a sense of peace washed over her. Finding her way to a large flowering tree, she sat down at its roots and leaned back against it, then closed her eyes. The sounds and smells of the city were still present, but lesser somehow in this area. Her breathing slowly evened out as she began to calm down.. though Talis was still there so it probably wouldn't last long.
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Jun 22, 2016 10:48:18 GMT -8
Talis followed Iania into the graveyard. Of course he didn't know it was a graveyard, elves buried their dead in Graves marked by trees. The body providing nutrients for new life. He followed Iania to the tree and he sat down a little bit away from her. She wanted silence so he continued to hold his tongue.
Talis decided to meditate. He had been forced to learn how since it was seen as part of the summoner art. The reasoning behind it was that communing with spirits required peace of mind. Talis always had peace of mind though so he didn't need to meditate to commune with spirits. There were a lot of spirits here many of them human.
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 22, 2016 15:55:15 GMT -8
Iania was silent for quite some time, staring blankly at the grass in front of her feet. Then after a very long time, she turned her head and looked at Talis, her eyes filled with her emotions: Confusion, fear, worry, longing, anger. She was feeling so many things, she didn't even know how to process it.
"Talis, I'm sorry. I'm just.. scared. For the first time in my life, I don't know what I'm doing. I left behind everyone, and my home, because I feel like no one appreciated me. They just thought, 'Oh it's Iania, she's always going to be there to watch out for us because that's just what she does, and why should we thank her for it?' No one ever thanked me, Talis. Between that, and the.. the Earthwarden..." Her gaze dropped to the pendant around his neck. She no longer felt jealousy. Just.. emptiness.
"..All that work. Everything I did for everyone. And I got no recognition - not from the Earthwarden, not from anyone. What's the point in even doing all that I did, if no one cared?" She dragged her gaze away from him and pulled her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as her chin dropped onto her knees. She sighed, and the tree above her shook slightly, sending down a shower of pale pink blossoms. Trees had always responded to her feelings.. that had been her biggest asset, her tie to the trees. It was nice to know she still had that, if she had nothing else.
"..Now here I am, alone except for you, in a strange world with strange people.. and I don't know what I'm doing with myself. There's no one to protect, no one to watch out for.. no one needs me, no one wants me. What am I supposed to do? Should I keep wandering? Should I go back to the forest and resume the duties no one cares about? Should I find some place new to settle and try to build a new life? ..Nothing appeals to me. I feel.. empty. Nothing." She tilted her head down, hiding her face against her knees, and breathed a sound that was nearly a sob. When she spoke again, her voice was flat and empty, hiding the pain that filled her like a poison.
"I don't know why I'm even telling you this. You're always happy, nothing bad ever happens to you, all you care about is having fun.. you wouldn't understand how I feel."
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Jun 22, 2016 18:21:47 GMT -8
Talis blinks in surprise at Iania's confession. His meditation hadn't lasted long, he had quickly begun piling leaves to amuse himself. He considers her words for a moment. He hadn't known she felt that way. He supposed it made sense, he had only rarely vocalized his thanks to her. What caught him off guard was her telling him nothing bad happened to him. Did she not know? He shifts and leans back into the tree. She was making him think about things he didn't want to, but he supposed he should talk to her about them.
"You were the only person in the village that isn't afraid of me. I try not to think about it because it makes me sad, but I know it's true. They say they aren't, but they are."
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 22, 2016 18:30:16 GMT -8
Iania raised her head and looked at Talis with an openly bewildered expression. What was he talking about? Iania didn't know that her parents, like many others, had kept the incident of his nearly killing some of their peers a secret from many of them.. Iania included. She didn't even know such a thing had occurred.
"..Afraid of you? What are you talking about? Why would they be afraid of you?"
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Jun 22, 2016 18:45:46 GMT -8
Talis fidgets uncomfortably. He still remembers that day, the cold all consuming rage, the pleas for mercy, the power he had wielded. It wasn't just the tribe that was afraid of him. When Iania seems baffled he looks at her. He had known that the older elfs had tried to keep what happened a secret. Most of them had told their children though, they didn't want to risk Talis losing control and harming them.
"The elders had very high hopes for me. I am a natural summoner, which is rare. I didn't need much training to commune with the spirits, I do it almost as naturally as breathing. The issue with being a natural summoner though is that I am gifted with one kind of spirit in particular. I am loved by the spirits of destruction, primarily lightning spirits. I've learned how to summon others, but the spirits of lightning always come more readily."
Talis pauses and takes a breath.
"I was playing with Falis one day when I was called away. This was very early in my training and they were just learning of what I could do. After I was done I returned, but Falis was gone even though he said he would wait. I went searching for him and when I found him he was on the ground bleeding. Vesk, Trillian, and Kasim were picking on them and they went to far. They broke him arm and I was so... so mad..."
Talis stops tears in his eyes. There is a lump in his throat and he doesn't want to continue. He is afraid if he keeps going then Iania would be afraid of him to. He hadn't know that she hadn't known. He can't bring himself to continue, though Iania maybe able to guess what happened next. After all there weren't many children in their village. She would remember the day four of them got seriously injured after they fell out of a tree, or at least that was the story some had been told.
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 22, 2016 18:57:18 GMT -8
Iania listened in continued confusion as Talis told the story. Well, almost the whole story. He left the ending off, but Iania wasn't stupid - she remembered the children in question and what had supposedly happened to them that day. She quickly put the pieces together, and a sad look came across her face. It wasn't just because of what he said, but because there were tears in his eyes. Iania had been excluded because she was always too grown up for her age.. Talis had been excluded because of what he could do. Silently, she scooted closer to him, until her side was pressed up against his. Then she turned to mostly face him and laid her head on his shoulder, before sliding her arm across the front of his body and hugging him.
"I'm sorry, Talis. I never knew. I guess Mother and Father hid it from me.. probably still entertaining that stupid idea that you and I would grow up and get married." She hugged him yet closer and nuzzled her cheek into his shoulder. "I'm not afraid of you. I never have been, and I never will be."
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Jun 22, 2016 19:12:38 GMT -8
"Thanks Iania."
Talis says this hoarsely and he sniffles a bit. His arms come around her and he holds her close. He was an optimist and had always tried to look on the bright side. He had ignored the bad things to focus on the positive. Sitting there though he admitted the reason he had left with Iania wasn't purely altruistic. He hadn't wanted to get away from the tribe that feared him, just as much as she wanted to get away from the tribe the didn't appreciate her.
"My parents also told me we were supposed to get married. I thought it was a good idea, cause you are my best friend."
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 22, 2016 19:20:42 GMT -8
She didn't say anything in response to his thanks. Well, unless you counted her quiet 'Mm', which was more of a sound, but still managed to convey meaning. In this case, it was, 'You don't need to thank me, silly', though whether or not Talis would understand the unspoken sentiment was up for debate. Iania sighed when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, and allowed herself to smile. She could admit that it was nice to be so close to Talis. Even when he irritated her, she still felt affection for him. But partially due to the pressure of her parents, and partially due to thinking that they would kill each other if they were ever romantically involved, she'd tried to keep him at a distance. And apparently that was still a good idea, because he spoke again, and her whole body tensed. He wanted to... No. He didn't want to. He thought it was a good idea, which was an entirely different matter. She couldn't bring herself to look at him as she replied quietly, her heart thundering in her ears even as it twisted painfully.
"You should marry someone because you love them, Talis.. not because it's a good idea."
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Jun 22, 2016 19:31:45 GMT -8
"I do love you."
Talis says simply, though he does sound slightly confused. He had always thought Iania knew that. He had often been told he would marry her and he had never once thought that was a bad thing. She was his best friend, even when she was being mean to him she was always helping him. He assumed that she was doing it because she didn't want to marry him. He hadn't minded he knew hew wasn't the best choice for such a serious thing. Because, of course Talis's love for Iania wasn't exactly the romantic kind. He was a bit too... Talis for that kind of love. Still it was close, for in many regards Iania was his most important person.
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 22, 2016 19:47:10 GMT -8
Iania closed her eyes, then clenched them tightly. Those words hurt her, more than he could probably ever realize. Pulling away from him, she retracted her arm and leaned further away from him, then stood with quiet words.
"You don't love me the way you should love someone you marry, Talis. And I don't expect you to." She choked on the words even as she said them, and had to stop and swallow thickly, then clear her throat, before she could speak again. She made sure to keep her back to him, not wanting him to see the look on her face; she was sure it was one that showed all the heartache she felt.
"We should probably find dinner and a place to sleep before the sun sets." Stupid Iania. You should've kept those feelings hidden deep inside you where they belong. Caring about Talis will do nothing but hurt you.
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Jun 23, 2016 9:07:12 GMT -8
Talis stares at Iania confused as she pulls away. He had said something wrong that was clear, but he wasn't sure why it was wrong. What did it mean that he didn't love her the right way? There was a wrong way to love someone?
For some reason this hurt and so Talis pushed it away. That was his problem, he hid from the hard emotions, forcing himself to be happy with a kind of willful ignorance. He did it because he was terrified of what he might do with those more powerful emotions. He did it because the person who was the most frightened of Talis, was Talis.
Even after pushing the complex emotions down, Talis found he was still sad. Perhaps because Iania was sad. He wanted so much for her to be happy, but she rarely was. He always tried so hard to make her happy, but it never worked. Maybe he should leave her...
"Okay..."
Talis's voice is quiet and subdued. Like a child that knows they did something wrong. He gets up ready to follow her dutifully.
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 23, 2016 12:22:54 GMT -8
Hearing his tone, Iania winced. She hated it when Talis was sad. It was so.. not-Talis. Sighing, she turned to him and forced a smile, reaching out to pat his shoulder.
"Cheer up, Talis. How about this. We'll spend some time in this city, explore a little, then we'll move on and go explore somewhere else. Sound good?" She was trying very hard to be more upbeat than she felt. What she wanted to do... Iania wasn't sure. Part of her wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. Part of her wanted to do something crazy, like kiss him. And part of her just wanted to.. run away. Instead, she tried to put on a happy face. For Talis. Because he was all she had left in this world, even if she hadn't asked for it.
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Jun 23, 2016 17:02:05 GMT -8
Iania was trying to cheer him up. That she was forcing it was obvious, but she was trying. Talis could try to, even if his stomach felt like there was a hole in it that was sucking away all his happiness. He gave her a small smile, it wasn't fake like hers. He was happy that she was trying, even if he was also miserable. She always tried, she always did so much for him. Again he thinks he should leave, he was just dragging her down. As long as he was around she'd feel like she had to protect him. He just wish he knew how to make her happy.
"Sounds good."
He couldn't muster up the strength to sound excited. His sadness called to the spirits and rain began to threaten in the sky above. They commiserated with his misery and rain would soon fall.
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