Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 150 
Appearance: Skin just a skosh darker than an old clay pot. The shade of his hat occludes black, sun-beaten eyes, wavy, matted hair, and just enough beard to protect his chin. His hands are coarse and leathery, with wiry tendons. His height isn't quite imposing, it's but enough to lend credence to a purposeful stride and posture.
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Equipment: An old duster, scarf, and cotton shirt and slacks. A thin brigandine with copper plates and a military-grade pitchfork.
A single candle, a reagent of now forbidden degrees of power.
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Skills and Abilities: On his home turf, Coatl could manifest formidable elemental magic. Here the magic is suppressed down to more subtle manipulations. However, the spirit of Cuaté, the "Witch", is still with him.
Coatl is, at his core, a simple farmhand. His experience working on ranches and plantations has earned him a strong physique and a way with animals. When he was a teenager, he also spent some time as a city guard and militiaman, giving him basic competence with a variety of weapons.
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Biography: The Imilla Clan were migrant farmers and laborers, selling themselves to wealthier kingdoms. They were a people bound by working shanties, and stories of an Eden from whence their ancestors came. As a youth, Coatl felt they were naive. They possessed the most basic of martial skills and required the aid of capricious spirits with weak magic to protect them.
His suspicions were half true, for when they encountered a malevolent kingdom, they were very nearly enslaved. However, his parent's commitment to peace earned him, and him in particular, the loyalty of an ancestral spirit that was far more dependable.
Using the power of this spirit, Coatl and a few other "chosen ones" helped bring prosperity and safety to their clan, ensuring that no one else would try to enslave them. The golden years of their people came to an abrupt end, however, when the flood waters came...
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 23:42:08 GMT -5
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Post by Coatl of the Imilla on May 28, 2021 21:22:35 GMT -5
While his clan mates were content to cram themselves into Naoki's temporary offerings, Coatl quickly coordinated the construction of several semi-permanent huts of reeds and bark. These wigwam-like abodes are not as strong as cabins, they are sturdier and more weather-proof than tents. Coatl lives with several of his brethren, and anyone who identifies with the Imilla (or their apparent ancestors or descendants, because wtf time quake) is welcome to live close by, provided they are willing to learn how to build and maintain one of these structures. It also helps if you are willing to have roommates. From a distance, the mini-village is brown, lumpy, and unassuming, hence the nickname. Inside these abodes is a large, U-shaped bench that serves as a bed frame for several beds, as well as a platform for various tasks. Underneath the bench are wooden chests where utensils, tools, and hunting equipment are kept. There is also a small fire pit in the middle of each one. Coatl's abode in particular contains several decorative tapestries signifying his status, though he also has no qualms about other clan members sharing his home if need be. |
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Katiana Graves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 109
Appearance: When you want to hide a tree, you hide it in a forest. Similarly, if you wanted to hide Katiana, you would put her in a crowd of humans. Brown hair, brown eyes, thin features, and an unremarkable height may not set her apart, but the way she manipulates her expressions and gallivants around certainly do. Those who know her are familiar with a particularly mischievous left-sided smirk, above which forms a dimple. Those who have yet to meet her will immediately know her for the way she bounces from one place to the next, holding her skirts in her hands.
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Equipment: A recurve bow made of elm, a small wood-cutting ax, and a skinning knife complete Katiana's non-exhaustive equipment. Being an adventurer who often loses herself in the wilderness, she also favors flint and tinder, rope, medicines, a waterskin, sewing supplies, and food rations.
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Skills and Abilities: Though not particularly concerned in the art of warfare, Katiana has been a hunter for as long as she could hold a bow, and over the years, she became proficient with it. One could assume that if she needed to point her arrow at a charging warrior rather than a boar, she would have the same chances of hitting it. Years of adventuring have also taught her skills in survival.
Though she has no skills in magic, nothing is stopping her from learning. Katiana's family has a history of mages, though none have been particularly gifted.
Registered: Mar 17, 2021 16:34:46 GMT -5
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Post by Katiana Graves on Jun 15, 2021 17:30:08 GMT -5
It was a week since the feast, when Katiana had her reunion with the three people she now called friends- Roxannne, Coatl, and Shyv'Ahna. She could not be sure they felt the same, but that wasn't going to stop her from barging in on their lives! After all, what else were they doing but working and lazing about? There was much adventure to be had, and Katiana was not going to squander their time and have it wasted!
Today, she looked for Coatl. She hadn't been to his corner of the isle just yet and was curious to see what they had built. What she came upon was several well-crafted huts, the likes of which she had never seen before. For a moment, the huntress marveled, running her fingers along the outside delicately to see how tightly they were woven. They reminded her of baskets turned on their mouth. Curiously, she peeked inside, eyes up to the ceiling first.
"Hello?" she cawed, trying to find anyone who might be close by. "I'm Katiana! I know Coatl. I'm here to find him. Also, I have quite a lot of questions!" Already, she retrieved her journal from her satchel and began to sketch the hut with a piece of charcoal.
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 150
Appearance: Skin just a skosh darker than an old clay pot. The shade of his hat occludes black, sun-beaten eyes, wavy, matted hair, and just enough beard to protect his chin. His hands are coarse and leathery, with wiry tendons. His height isn't quite imposing, it's but enough to lend credence to a purposeful stride and posture.
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Equipment: An old duster, scarf, and cotton shirt and slacks. A thin brigandine with copper plates and a military-grade pitchfork.
A single candle, a reagent of now forbidden degrees of power.
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Skills and Abilities: On his home turf, Coatl could manifest formidable elemental magic. Here the magic is suppressed down to more subtle manipulations. However, the spirit of Cuaté, the "Witch", is still with him.
Coatl is, at his core, a simple farmhand. His experience working on ranches and plantations has earned him a strong physique and a way with animals. When he was a teenager, he also spent some time as a city guard and militiaman, giving him basic competence with a variety of weapons.
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Biography: The Imilla Clan were migrant farmers and laborers, selling themselves to wealthier kingdoms. They were a people bound by working shanties, and stories of an Eden from whence their ancestors came. As a youth, Coatl felt they were naive. They possessed the most basic of martial skills and required the aid of capricious spirits with weak magic to protect them.
His suspicions were half true, for when they encountered a malevolent kingdom, they were very nearly enslaved. However, his parent's commitment to peace earned him, and him in particular, the loyalty of an ancestral spirit that was far more dependable.
Using the power of this spirit, Coatl and a few other "chosen ones" helped bring prosperity and safety to their clan, ensuring that no one else would try to enslave them. The golden years of their people came to an abrupt end, however, when the flood waters came...
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 23:42:08 GMT -5
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Post by Coatl of the Imilla on Jun 15, 2021 18:56:47 GMT -5
There were a couple of people outside sawing wood on two large logs, shoving a large blade back and forth between them in rhythmic fashion. One of them was dressed in little more than a bark fiber loincloth which looked like it should have been very itchy, while the other was dressed in a more recognizable Isran linen tunic. Next to them were two seated women who were equally mismatched in their clothing. One of them wore an elaborately decorated poncho made of cotton, and the woman next to her had a sort of leather dress on top cotton shirt and slacks. The women were binding leather straps to some tools to make effective handles. The fact that they all wore different clothing gave the collection of huts a strangely metropolitan feel. "Back foul invader! Lest your evil stench taint our lands and befuddle and befoul our women." A little boy appeared very quickly from behind a hut and ran towards Katiana. He swung a strange weapon wildly towards Katiana's feet before immediately being grabbed by the waist and pulled up and back. His leather shoes flailed up and down before the mother set him on the other side of her person and yanked the club out of his hand. "Bad." She said sternly. "Aww." Katiana might recognize this woman from the feast. She had been the one who brought in the sea hare. She was dressed rather lightly in cedar fiber bra and skirt, but her shoulders and hips were protected by pauldrons and tassets made of hardened coconut fiber sheets. "Coatl, your friend's here!" She smiled politely at Katiana before looking back down at the boy. "This is not a toy." Indeed it wasn't. It was a macuahuitl, a club with a long paddle structure and serrated with sharp stones. While primitive, the weapon was extremely deadly in the wrong hands. There was a long sigh from behind the nearest hut, so loud that it was audible. Coatl came sauntering out, dressed in a long duster coat and hat and carrying a large stack of papers underneath one of his arms. The woman handed him back the macuahuitl with a tight-lipped smirked. Coatl reciprocated with the exact same tight-lipped smirk. "We need to start making training weapons." "They're called sticks, and they suck." The little boy said. The woman bent down and flicked the boy on the forehead, hard. "Ow." "Katiana, what brings you by?" He nodded politely, as was his way. But only recently had he started referring to her by her first name and not Miss Graves. It wasn't necessarily out of emotional distance. Even Cuate thought Miss Graves just sounded really cool.(Also, no, Coatl was not the father.) |
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Katiana Graves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 109
Appearance: When you want to hide a tree, you hide it in a forest. Similarly, if you wanted to hide Katiana, you would put her in a crowd of humans. Brown hair, brown eyes, thin features, and an unremarkable height may not set her apart, but the way she manipulates her expressions and gallivants around certainly do. Those who know her are familiar with a particularly mischievous left-sided smirk, above which forms a dimple. Those who have yet to meet her will immediately know her for the way she bounces from one place to the next, holding her skirts in her hands.
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Equipment: A recurve bow made of elm, a small wood-cutting ax, and a skinning knife complete Katiana's non-exhaustive equipment. Being an adventurer who often loses herself in the wilderness, she also favors flint and tinder, rope, medicines, a waterskin, sewing supplies, and food rations.
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Skills and Abilities: Though not particularly concerned in the art of warfare, Katiana has been a hunter for as long as she could hold a bow, and over the years, she became proficient with it. One could assume that if she needed to point her arrow at a charging warrior rather than a boar, she would have the same chances of hitting it. Years of adventuring have also taught her skills in survival.
Though she has no skills in magic, nothing is stopping her from learning. Katiana's family has a history of mages, though none have been particularly gifted.
Registered: Mar 17, 2021 16:34:46 GMT -5
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Post by Katiana Graves on Jun 16, 2021 17:29:20 GMT -5
Every new sight urged Katiana's curiosity further. She skipped pages in her journal to start drawings, noting the mismatched nature of their clothing, to their tools, to the-
The huntress paused as a yell broke her attention, focusing it on the child who came swinging at her. Without looking her fingers scribbled at the pages, trying to draw the strange club down. Oh, how dangerous it looked! But before she even had to dodge, another woman picked the boy up and yanked away his weapon. Katiana smiled at them both. "I am sure, one day, when you've trained up with your sticks, you will be a great warrior befitting such a weapon," she said to him, reaching over to tousle his hair before turning her attention to Coatl.
"Oh! Can't you guess?" asked Katiana, quirking a brow. "I've realized lately how lonely the road has been, so I have quite the question for you. I need a partner." She winked with one eye and poked him squarely in the chest. "And I think someone such as yourself would do me a great service. Providing you aren't too busy for little old me, that is."
She let a pause float by, gauging his reaction. It wasn't long until laughter crawled up her throat and burst forth from her nose in a huff of air, then a cacophony of titters. She pulled out the flute and made to put it in his hand.
"Would you like to know who made this? Where it came from? Because I do."
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 150
Appearance: Skin just a skosh darker than an old clay pot. The shade of his hat occludes black, sun-beaten eyes, wavy, matted hair, and just enough beard to protect his chin. His hands are coarse and leathery, with wiry tendons. His height isn't quite imposing, it's but enough to lend credence to a purposeful stride and posture.
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Equipment: An old duster, scarf, and cotton shirt and slacks. A thin brigandine with copper plates and a military-grade pitchfork.
A single candle, a reagent of now forbidden degrees of power.
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Skills and Abilities: On his home turf, Coatl could manifest formidable elemental magic. Here the magic is suppressed down to more subtle manipulations. However, the spirit of Cuaté, the "Witch", is still with him.
Coatl is, at his core, a simple farmhand. His experience working on ranches and plantations has earned him a strong physique and a way with animals. When he was a teenager, he also spent some time as a city guard and militiaman, giving him basic competence with a variety of weapons.
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Biography: The Imilla Clan were migrant farmers and laborers, selling themselves to wealthier kingdoms. They were a people bound by working shanties, and stories of an Eden from whence their ancestors came. As a youth, Coatl felt they were naive. They possessed the most basic of martial skills and required the aid of capricious spirits with weak magic to protect them.
His suspicions were half true, for when they encountered a malevolent kingdom, they were very nearly enslaved. However, his parent's commitment to peace earned him, and him in particular, the loyalty of an ancestral spirit that was far more dependable.
Using the power of this spirit, Coatl and a few other "chosen ones" helped bring prosperity and safety to their clan, ensuring that no one else would try to enslave them. The golden years of their people came to an abrupt end, however, when the flood waters came...
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 23:42:08 GMT -5
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Post by Coatl of the Imilla on Jun 16, 2021 18:53:56 GMT -5
"'I need a partner."'
Kekekekekeke
I'm sure she doesn't mean tha-
'She winked with one eye and poked him squarely in the chest.'
KEKEKEKEKEKEKE
Coatl was giving her the exact same tight lipped smirk as he had to the homicidal child's mother.
"Ma'am, there are children present." He faked a scolding tone.
BAHAHAHAHAHA
Coatl did quickly deduce Katiana Graves what about to drag him off for some sort of adventure. But he couldn't help it. Katiana brought out the worst best in him.
The mother of the child raised an eyebrow, and then raised the other eyebrow, and then raised both eyebrows. Meanwhile the child was trying to fix his hair and was totally oblivious.
"Well, as a matter of fact, I've been fixing to take a break from tool inspection. That's mostly what me and our kin have been focusin' on lately."
Coatl would nod for Katiana to follow him right around the back of the hut, where there were several piles of various wood, stone, and metal tools laid on top of crude mats. The tools were varied in quality, some exceptionally and professionally crafted, and some looking like the first attempt of a small child. One particularly interesting pile consisted of basic stone and wooden weapons, including several macuahuitl just like the one the child had stolen. The majority of tools, however, were for crafting, constructing, and foraging, though there were certainly some carpentry tools which could chop at a man-eating tree branch in a pinch.
"We think it's important that survivors feel empowered to take care of themselves and not overly tax the resources of a certain cat-eared queen bee. So we've been working on tools that are easy to make with the local resources and can be produced en masse. That's on top of all the building and planting we've been helping out with. Course some of these have turned out better than others. Not everyone in the Imilla is used to this sort of coastal livin'. A lot of us were ranch hands, and you could count the cows on this whole island on a foot with amputated toes."
Coatl scratched the back of his head.
"I hate to admit it but I could really use an break from here." He spoke in a hushed tone.
Katianna would feel a warm presence zip around her, and a pleasant tingling on her shoulder and the hand holding the flute. A mysterious something seemed to really be rooting for Katiana's quest.
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Katiana Graves
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 109
Appearance: When you want to hide a tree, you hide it in a forest. Similarly, if you wanted to hide Katiana, you would put her in a crowd of humans. Brown hair, brown eyes, thin features, and an unremarkable height may not set her apart, but the way she manipulates her expressions and gallivants around certainly do. Those who know her are familiar with a particularly mischievous left-sided smirk, above which forms a dimple. Those who have yet to meet her will immediately know her for the way she bounces from one place to the next, holding her skirts in her hands.
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Equipment: A recurve bow made of elm, a small wood-cutting ax, and a skinning knife complete Katiana's non-exhaustive equipment. Being an adventurer who often loses herself in the wilderness, she also favors flint and tinder, rope, medicines, a waterskin, sewing supplies, and food rations.
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Skills and Abilities: Though not particularly concerned in the art of warfare, Katiana has been a hunter for as long as she could hold a bow, and over the years, she became proficient with it. One could assume that if she needed to point her arrow at a charging warrior rather than a boar, she would have the same chances of hitting it. Years of adventuring have also taught her skills in survival.
Though she has no skills in magic, nothing is stopping her from learning. Katiana's family has a history of mages, though none have been particularly gifted.
Registered: Mar 17, 2021 16:34:46 GMT -5
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Post by Katiana Graves on Jun 18, 2021 20:54:03 GMT -5
Katiana cracked a smirk, bumping him with her shoulder. "Well, I hope you have at least a fortnight tucked away for this adventure." Before he could speak, she looked around at the sheer amount of resourcefulness happening around them. Armor made from coconuts, and weapons, while crude, that could certainly tear up an unarmed opponent. The tools were creative and did the job far better than bare hands despite not having a forge to weld and twist metal. "This is incredible, despite everything you've been through. I should have come here much earlier! I think there's much I could learn."
She turned around, facing him. "But I think it's time for us to start getting ready for our trip. If I go out unsupervised again I might just disappear for a month next time!" she chirped, walking backward towards the forest. "We need food, for one. If you need a sturdy waterskin- and perhaps a wineskin, as well-" She winked, "- I can ask the camp for a couple as my own pieces aren't yet finished. I mean, it's only six days ago I even realized I had a house! Setting up took too long, and I barely have any good skins to work with. Some of the other hunters just don't know where to aim to do the least damage."
Miss Graves was leading him far and away from the potato patch now, and she was waving at the rest of the Imilla villagers as they left. "We've much to do, Sir Coatl. And much to discuss!"
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 150
Appearance: Skin just a skosh darker than an old clay pot. The shade of his hat occludes black, sun-beaten eyes, wavy, matted hair, and just enough beard to protect his chin. His hands are coarse and leathery, with wiry tendons. His height isn't quite imposing, it's but enough to lend credence to a purposeful stride and posture.
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Equipment: An old duster, scarf, and cotton shirt and slacks. A thin brigandine with copper plates and a military-grade pitchfork.
A single candle, a reagent of now forbidden degrees of power.
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Skills and Abilities: On his home turf, Coatl could manifest formidable elemental magic. Here the magic is suppressed down to more subtle manipulations. However, the spirit of Cuaté, the "Witch", is still with him.
Coatl is, at his core, a simple farmhand. His experience working on ranches and plantations has earned him a strong physique and a way with animals. When he was a teenager, he also spent some time as a city guard and militiaman, giving him basic competence with a variety of weapons.
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Biography: The Imilla Clan were migrant farmers and laborers, selling themselves to wealthier kingdoms. They were a people bound by working shanties, and stories of an Eden from whence their ancestors came. As a youth, Coatl felt they were naive. They possessed the most basic of martial skills and required the aid of capricious spirits with weak magic to protect them.
His suspicions were half true, for when they encountered a malevolent kingdom, they were very nearly enslaved. However, his parent's commitment to peace earned him, and him in particular, the loyalty of an ancestral spirit that was far more dependable.
Using the power of this spirit, Coatl and a few other "chosen ones" helped bring prosperity and safety to their clan, ensuring that no one else would try to enslave them. The golden years of their people came to an abrupt end, however, when the flood waters came...
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 23:42:08 GMT -5
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Post by Coatl of the Imilla on Jun 19, 2021 1:51:48 GMT -5
Coatl seemed to want to discuss his being dragged away with the rest of the clan, but most of them, the women in particular, just seemed to snicker and keep their heads down.
"We'll be fine. The mother nodded approvingly and blessed Katiana with a smile.
With that Coatl offered no resistance to being dragged away. "Well, if my coming with prevents the loss of two weeks worth of your singing, I guess it's worth my time."
The Imilla were essentially on autopilot. While Coatl's instruction, organization, and insight were useful, in some ways their people were actually the safest they'd been in a while. There were no oppressive kingdoms to threaten their peace and autonomy (yet). So there wasn't much for Coatl to actually guard them from besides sand fleas. Really, the lack of magical firepower he once possessed had made him a bit insecure about his purpose, even though he was doing an excellent job of hiding that fact. He made up for it by being as busy as possible.
Trust me, this'll be good for you. Besides, I sense that flute'll lead to something interesting.
"By the way, the missus you met there is named Mikele, and her son is named Itzal. They seem to be from an earlier timeline in the Imilla history, but they seem alright. Kid's a bit of a handful though."
(Coatl was the nice kid growing up.)
"I guess I could use a spare water skin. See if we can get some decent pemmican and dried soup too. Damn hardtack nearly cracked a tooth." Coatl knew from experience that survival food didn't need to suck. He also knew that it often did.
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Laura I. Kings'nake
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 21
Appearance: Laura is red faced snake lass, with black, yellow, and red stripes swirling 'round on her scales all the way to the tip of her tail. She's less human then the typical snakeling, with a full snake head and scales all about with no skin.
She's quite thin, with her tail not reaching the width of more dangerous human sized snakes. Her eyes are black with white pupils and her face is quite neutral without the threat of a cobra or a more dangerous snake.
Her clothes are rough and sturdy burlap. She wears a straw hat, and typically has some sort of bag on her back to carry her tools ground with her.
Skills and Abilities: She isn't poisonous despite looking like a highly poisonous coral snakeling. In fact she has no poison or enhanced strength at all, with her only unnatural attribute being her speed.
Biography: She's a hardworking farmer, who broke off from her more cannibalistic society instead becoming a vegetarian. She tended a field of wheat, potatoes, carrots, and peanuts. Her only exception to her vegetarian beliefs are fish, as she is quite certain they aren't sentient in the slightest. It's more of a logical temptation.
When the danger hit she was able to grab enough seeds to prepare for the future, and a small crate of her chickens. During the voyage she was able to bribe her fellow passengers with eggs to keep them alive for the future. She ended up using her hardtack to feed them on the way over.
Registered: Mar 29, 2021 17:49:09 GMT -5
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Post by Laura I. Kings'nake on Jun 19, 2021 23:56:39 GMT -5
A bright red, yellow, and shiny black figure slithered up near the entrance of the small farm of potatoes. Upon closer inspection it was clear she was some kind of humaniod snake, well she had awful human like proportions with her hands.
She nervously adjusted her straw hat and glanced in at the handful of people. She had a backpack of sorts strapped to her back full of hay, and something clinging to her back. The thing in question was vaguely humanoid, more human looking than she was, but was covered completely in fur and had two horn like tufts at the top of her head. She stared out with solid inky black little eyes with an impish curiosity.
Laura I. Kings'nake slowly peaked over and gave the fence a knock and a small nervous little hiss, "Hello? I'm a farmer from a bit out looking to chat a little, maybe do a small trade..." she asked looking a little out of place. The little lass on her back kept quiet just taking everything in with devilish interest.
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 150
Appearance: Skin just a skosh darker than an old clay pot. The shade of his hat occludes black, sun-beaten eyes, wavy, matted hair, and just enough beard to protect his chin. His hands are coarse and leathery, with wiry tendons. His height isn't quite imposing, it's but enough to lend credence to a purposeful stride and posture.
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Equipment: An old duster, scarf, and cotton shirt and slacks. A thin brigandine with copper plates and a military-grade pitchfork.
A single candle, a reagent of now forbidden degrees of power.
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Skills and Abilities: On his home turf, Coatl could manifest formidable elemental magic. Here the magic is suppressed down to more subtle manipulations. However, the spirit of Cuaté, the "Witch", is still with him.
Coatl is, at his core, a simple farmhand. His experience working on ranches and plantations has earned him a strong physique and a way with animals. When he was a teenager, he also spent some time as a city guard and militiaman, giving him basic competence with a variety of weapons.
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Biography: The Imilla Clan were migrant farmers and laborers, selling themselves to wealthier kingdoms. They were a people bound by working shanties, and stories of an Eden from whence their ancestors came. As a youth, Coatl felt they were naive. They possessed the most basic of martial skills and required the aid of capricious spirits with weak magic to protect them.
His suspicions were half true, for when they encountered a malevolent kingdom, they were very nearly enslaved. However, his parent's commitment to peace earned him, and him in particular, the loyalty of an ancestral spirit that was far more dependable.
Using the power of this spirit, Coatl and a few other "chosen ones" helped bring prosperity and safety to their clan, ensuring that no one else would try to enslave them. The golden years of their people came to an abrupt end, however, when the flood waters came...
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 23:42:08 GMT -5
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Post by Coatl of the Imilla on Jun 20, 2021 21:59:10 GMT -5
(This takes place a day before Coatl left with Katiana.)
Laura was initially met not by a person, but by a presence. It would only appear for a moment, the outline of a woman's face made of light. It was thin, translucent, so quick and subtle that it could easily have been missed against the white clouds of a gloomy morning. As soon as Laura looked directly at it, it would disappear.
Laura could expect stares from several villagers. Like Katiana, Laura would see that they had a wide variety of clothing from seemingly different regions and eras. But they all seemed to somehow fit together. Most of them were dark-skinned and stout, but some of them were taller and lighter with thick, strong beards. One of them called Coatl's name and said that they had a guest.
An audible sigh came from one of the larger huts. The man was one of the taller folks, and clothed in heavy garments. He had darker skin and a rough, but not-quite wild beard. He had a large pitchfork in one hand and a stack of papers in the other.
He cocked his head at Laura. "Welcome... Miss." (It was obvious he was trying to decide if "Miss" was the right term.)
"She said something about a trade." One of the other villagers said.
"A trade, huh? Forgive me. My name is Coatl of the Imilla clan, and these are my people. Well, mostly."
The man had a calm but authoritative demeanor. He seemed more curious than afraid of Laura. The other villagers seemed to be a lot more apprehensive, however.
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Laura I. Kings'nake
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 21
Appearance: Laura is red faced snake lass, with black, yellow, and red stripes swirling 'round on her scales all the way to the tip of her tail. She's less human then the typical snakeling, with a full snake head and scales all about with no skin.
She's quite thin, with her tail not reaching the width of more dangerous human sized snakes. Her eyes are black with white pupils and her face is quite neutral without the threat of a cobra or a more dangerous snake.
Her clothes are rough and sturdy burlap. She wears a straw hat, and typically has some sort of bag on her back to carry her tools ground with her.
Skills and Abilities: She isn't poisonous despite looking like a highly poisonous coral snakeling. In fact she has no poison or enhanced strength at all, with her only unnatural attribute being her speed.
Biography: She's a hardworking farmer, who broke off from her more cannibalistic society instead becoming a vegetarian. She tended a field of wheat, potatoes, carrots, and peanuts. Her only exception to her vegetarian beliefs are fish, as she is quite certain they aren't sentient in the slightest. It's more of a logical temptation.
When the danger hit she was able to grab enough seeds to prepare for the future, and a small crate of her chickens. During the voyage she was able to bribe her fellow passengers with eggs to keep them alive for the future. She ended up using her hardtack to feed them on the way over.
Registered: Mar 29, 2021 17:49:09 GMT -5
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Post by Laura I. Kings'nake on Jun 23, 2021 2:32:46 GMT -5
(This takes place a day before Coatl left with Katiana.) Laura was initially met not by a person, but by a presence. It would only appear for a moment, the outline of a woman's face made of light. It was thin, translucent, so quick and subtle that it could easily have been missed against the white clouds of a gloomy morning. As soon as Laura looked directly at it, it would disappear. Laura could expect stares from several villagers. Like Katiana, Laura would see that they had a wide variety of clothing from seemingly different regions and eras. But they all seemed to somehow fit together. Most of them were dark-skinned and stout, but some of them were taller and lighter with thick, strong beards. One of them called Coatl's name and said that they had a guest. An audible sigh came from one of the larger huts. The man was one of the taller folks, and clothed in heavy garments. He had darker skin and a rough, but not-quite wild beard. He had a large pitchfork in one hand and a stack of papers in the other. He cocked his head at Laura. "Welcome... Miss." (It was obvious he was trying to decide if "Miss" was the right term.) "She said something about a trade." One of the other villagers said. "A trade, huh? Forgive me. My name is Coatl of the Imilla clan, and these are my people. Well, mostly." The man had a calm but authoritative demeanor. He seemed more curious than afraid of Laura. The other villagers seemed to be a lot more apprehensive, however. The snake lass gave a startled hiss of shock as the face wisped about her for the half second. Bits of color drained from her face as she quickly retracted her head very nervously. The little imp like creature clinging to her back was not phased in the slightest. She was like a blend of fox and young deer, fur coated her skin, and she had little knubs on her head. The young thing was quite the interesting little creature. Laura nodded with a pause, "Yes, yes, I heard you have potatoes, and I have some wheat and eggs, I was hoping to be able to trade for some of your stock?" she asked seeming quite hopeful, if not still quite on edge and uneasy. |
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 150
Appearance: Skin just a skosh darker than an old clay pot. The shade of his hat occludes black, sun-beaten eyes, wavy, matted hair, and just enough beard to protect his chin. His hands are coarse and leathery, with wiry tendons. His height isn't quite imposing, it's but enough to lend credence to a purposeful stride and posture.
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Equipment: An old duster, scarf, and cotton shirt and slacks. A thin brigandine with copper plates and a military-grade pitchfork.
A single candle, a reagent of now forbidden degrees of power.
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Skills and Abilities: On his home turf, Coatl could manifest formidable elemental magic. Here the magic is suppressed down to more subtle manipulations. However, the spirit of Cuaté, the "Witch", is still with him.
Coatl is, at his core, a simple farmhand. His experience working on ranches and plantations has earned him a strong physique and a way with animals. When he was a teenager, he also spent some time as a city guard and militiaman, giving him basic competence with a variety of weapons.
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Biography: The Imilla Clan were migrant farmers and laborers, selling themselves to wealthier kingdoms. They were a people bound by working shanties, and stories of an Eden from whence their ancestors came. As a youth, Coatl felt they were naive. They possessed the most basic of martial skills and required the aid of capricious spirits with weak magic to protect them.
His suspicions were half true, for when they encountered a malevolent kingdom, they were very nearly enslaved. However, his parent's commitment to peace earned him, and him in particular, the loyalty of an ancestral spirit that was far more dependable.
Using the power of this spirit, Coatl and a few other "chosen ones" helped bring prosperity and safety to their clan, ensuring that no one else would try to enslave them. The golden years of their people came to an abrupt end, however, when the flood waters came...
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Post by Coatl of the Imilla on Jun 23, 2021 13:36:25 GMT -5
Coatl sighed. "Come on in." He then called back to one of the huts at the back of the compound. "We got another one!"
"It better be something edible!" A male voice called back.
"Wheat and eggs." Coatl called.
"Ok, that works."
Coatl extended a hand to bid Laura follow him.
"You know, the Potato Patch was just supposed to be a nickname. We grow a few things on some small plots besides potatoes. But everyone thinks we're a potato farm so we've decided to just start ownin' it. Our buddy Ray's been hard at work growing a speedy crop to trade. Potatoes aren't usually quick."
Ray was a young, broad-shouldered man with a brown beard so bushy and full it could conceal a bird's nest. He had a cart full of auburn red potatoes, small and roundish compared to most varieties.
Coatl picked one up. "Our clan could grow more kinds but these lowlands are bad for most types. These aren't bad though."
"Uh, is that your... kid?" Ray pointed at Laura's back.
The young imp was something of an elephant in the room. Coatl hadn't wanted to say anything. He wasn't one to judge ugly babies. He didn't think he was all that cute himself.
Though, a little birdy had just warned him that the creature... might not be safe.
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Laura I. Kings'nake
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 21
Appearance: Laura is red faced snake lass, with black, yellow, and red stripes swirling 'round on her scales all the way to the tip of her tail. She's less human then the typical snakeling, with a full snake head and scales all about with no skin.
She's quite thin, with her tail not reaching the width of more dangerous human sized snakes. Her eyes are black with white pupils and her face is quite neutral without the threat of a cobra or a more dangerous snake.
Her clothes are rough and sturdy burlap. She wears a straw hat, and typically has some sort of bag on her back to carry her tools ground with her.
Skills and Abilities: She isn't poisonous despite looking like a highly poisonous coral snakeling. In fact she has no poison or enhanced strength at all, with her only unnatural attribute being her speed.
Biography: She's a hardworking farmer, who broke off from her more cannibalistic society instead becoming a vegetarian. She tended a field of wheat, potatoes, carrots, and peanuts. Her only exception to her vegetarian beliefs are fish, as she is quite certain they aren't sentient in the slightest. It's more of a logical temptation.
When the danger hit she was able to grab enough seeds to prepare for the future, and a small crate of her chickens. During the voyage she was able to bribe her fellow passengers with eggs to keep them alive for the future. She ended up using her hardtack to feed them on the way over.
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Post by Laura I. Kings'nake on Jun 23, 2021 16:13:01 GMT -5
Coatl sighed. "Come on in." He then called back to one of the huts at the back of the compound. "We got another one!" "It better be something edible!" A male voice called back. "Wheat and eggs." Coatl called. "Ok, that works." Coatl extended a hand to bid Laura follow him. "You know, the Potato Patch was just supposed to be a nickname. We grow a few things on some small plots besides potatoes. But everyone thinks we're a potato farm so we've decided to just start ownin' it. Our buddy Ray's been hard at work growing a speedy crop to trade. Potatoes aren't usually quick." Ray was a young, broad-shouldered man with a brown beard so bushy and full it could conceal a bird's nest. He had a cart full of auburn red potatoes, small and roundish compared to most varieties. Coatl picked one up. "Our clan could grow more kinds but these lowlands are bad for most types. These aren't bad though." "Uh, is that your... kid?" Ray pointed at Laura's back. The young imp was something of an elephant in the room. Coatl hadn't wanted to say anything. He wasn't one to judge ugly babies. He didn't think he was all that cute himself. Though, a little birdy had just warned him that the creature... might not be safe. The snakes eyes lit up with glee upon seeing the cherished produce. She then blinked as Ray asked about the little furred child on her back. Laura paused, her snake face scrunching up a little as she gave a long hissed sigh. The child immediately gave the smallest of smiles, her face looked mostly human but it was covered in fur and looked like it had a hint of a deer or a fox to it. She spoke quickly, "I'm a Wendy," she said with a very prompt nod, "Very much a Wendy." The snake slowly massaged the sides of her head, "I don't know who she isss, she jussst got into my chicken coup, and I sssorta just picked her up. Lossst sssome of my petsss, but she'sss helpful at leassst." |
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 150
Appearance: Skin just a skosh darker than an old clay pot. The shade of his hat occludes black, sun-beaten eyes, wavy, matted hair, and just enough beard to protect his chin. His hands are coarse and leathery, with wiry tendons. His height isn't quite imposing, it's but enough to lend credence to a purposeful stride and posture.
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Equipment: An old duster, scarf, and cotton shirt and slacks. A thin brigandine with copper plates and a military-grade pitchfork.
A single candle, a reagent of now forbidden degrees of power.
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Skills and Abilities: On his home turf, Coatl could manifest formidable elemental magic. Here the magic is suppressed down to more subtle manipulations. However, the spirit of Cuaté, the "Witch", is still with him.
Coatl is, at his core, a simple farmhand. His experience working on ranches and plantations has earned him a strong physique and a way with animals. When he was a teenager, he also spent some time as a city guard and militiaman, giving him basic competence with a variety of weapons.
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Biography: The Imilla Clan were migrant farmers and laborers, selling themselves to wealthier kingdoms. They were a people bound by working shanties, and stories of an Eden from whence their ancestors came. As a youth, Coatl felt they were naive. They possessed the most basic of martial skills and required the aid of capricious spirits with weak magic to protect them.
His suspicions were half true, for when they encountered a malevolent kingdom, they were very nearly enslaved. However, his parent's commitment to peace earned him, and him in particular, the loyalty of an ancestral spirit that was far more dependable.
Using the power of this spirit, Coatl and a few other "chosen ones" helped bring prosperity and safety to their clan, ensuring that no one else would try to enslave them. The golden years of their people came to an abrupt end, however, when the flood waters came...
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 23:42:08 GMT -5
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Post by Coatl of the Imilla on Jun 23, 2021 18:15:30 GMT -5
Ray and Coatl exchanged glances.
"It got into your chicken coup, as a baby?" Coatl asked.
Being approached by a snake woman asking to trade was weird enough. Laura looked exactly like the sort of fairy tale creature that would steal naughty children out of their cribs. But given the circumstances, it seemed like all those tropes had gone topsy-turvy. The snake girl, if anything, seemed like a victim of a parasitic child that had broken its way into a crib.
Meanwhile, something was watching Wendy back.
The entity was invisible to most people. But "Wendy" might see a sylph-like feminine form floating behind Laura, scrutinizing it up-close with one eye open wide.
What is this thing? Seriously?
Coatl didn't say anything out loud, but the spirit could hear his thoughts.
The fact that you don't know bothers me even more.
Ray seemed anxious to get trading. "So, I'm not much of a trader. I figure a man can live off about 15 potatoes or so a day. How much wheat and eggs would make a loaf of bread?"
Coatl shook his head. "Uh, it's about a large bundle. An egg for a potato is a fair trade, and a large bundle of wheat is worth about a dozen potatoes." Coatl was decently knowledgeable in such things. He turned to Laura. "That sound about right?"
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Laura I. Kings'nake
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 21
Appearance: Laura is red faced snake lass, with black, yellow, and red stripes swirling 'round on her scales all the way to the tip of her tail. She's less human then the typical snakeling, with a full snake head and scales all about with no skin.
She's quite thin, with her tail not reaching the width of more dangerous human sized snakes. Her eyes are black with white pupils and her face is quite neutral without the threat of a cobra or a more dangerous snake.
Her clothes are rough and sturdy burlap. She wears a straw hat, and typically has some sort of bag on her back to carry her tools ground with her.
Skills and Abilities: She isn't poisonous despite looking like a highly poisonous coral snakeling. In fact she has no poison or enhanced strength at all, with her only unnatural attribute being her speed.
Biography: She's a hardworking farmer, who broke off from her more cannibalistic society instead becoming a vegetarian. She tended a field of wheat, potatoes, carrots, and peanuts. Her only exception to her vegetarian beliefs are fish, as she is quite certain they aren't sentient in the slightest. It's more of a logical temptation.
When the danger hit she was able to grab enough seeds to prepare for the future, and a small crate of her chickens. During the voyage she was able to bribe her fellow passengers with eggs to keep them alive for the future. She ended up using her hardtack to feed them on the way over.
Registered: Mar 29, 2021 17:49:09 GMT -5
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Post by Laura I. Kings'nake on Jun 23, 2021 22:48:22 GMT -5
Ray and Coatl exchanged glances. "It got into your chicken coup, as a baby?" Coatl asked. Being approached by a snake woman asking to trade was weird enough. Laura looked exactly like the sort of fairy tale creature that would steal naughty children out of their cribs. But given the circumstances, it seemed like all those tropes had gone topsy-turvy. The snake girl, if anything, seemed like a victim of a parasitic child that had broken its way into a crib. Meanwhile, something was watching Wendy back. The entity was invisible to most people. But "Wendy" might see a sylph-like feminine form floating behind Laura, scrutinizing it up-close with one eye open wide. What is this thing? Seriously?Coatl didn't say anything out loud, but the spirit could hear his thoughts. The fact that you don't know bothers me even more.Ray seemed anxious to get trading. "So, I'm not much of a trader. I figure a man can live off about 15 potatoes or so a day. How much wheat and eggs would make a loaf of bread?" Coatl shook his head. "Uh, it's about a large bundle. An egg for a potato is a fair trade, and a large bundle of wheat is worth about a dozen potatoes." Coatl was decently knowledgeable in such things. He turned to Laura. "That sound about right?" Laura blinked, her eyes looking down at the ground, "She'sss not really a baby, more of a child, she can ssspeak just fine. She'sss pretty darn clever, reminded me of a fox when I firssst found her. I don't think she'sss really that big of an issssue, poor thang doesssn't have any parentsss around either," she paused gently petting her head, "and she'sss warm, which isss jussst nice and darling," she said with the hint of a smile, "Even if she isss a little imp," the snake seemed almost defensive of the little creature. Wendy looked at the wispy figure with mild curiosity before freezing stone cold as the snake gave her full opinion on her. The small girl stared at the back of the snake's head, heart beating furiously as she squirmed ever so slightly at the compliments. If she was a monster, she clearly loved such little things, and that would keep one in her good graces quite easily. Laura paused noting the deal being proposed. She nodded slowly, "I'm sssorry, I'm sssorry. I don't really chat often. I'm mossstly vegetarian you sssee and I don't have variety right now. I have plenty of eggsss, and not enough of anything elssse. I'd be very happy to continue trading eggsss for anything you can make..." She moved her hands a little looking to be quite out of her depth. |
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 150
Appearance: Skin just a skosh darker than an old clay pot. The shade of his hat occludes black, sun-beaten eyes, wavy, matted hair, and just enough beard to protect his chin. His hands are coarse and leathery, with wiry tendons. His height isn't quite imposing, it's but enough to lend credence to a purposeful stride and posture.
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Equipment: An old duster, scarf, and cotton shirt and slacks. A thin brigandine with copper plates and a military-grade pitchfork.
A single candle, a reagent of now forbidden degrees of power.
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Skills and Abilities: On his home turf, Coatl could manifest formidable elemental magic. Here the magic is suppressed down to more subtle manipulations. However, the spirit of Cuaté, the "Witch", is still with him.
Coatl is, at his core, a simple farmhand. His experience working on ranches and plantations has earned him a strong physique and a way with animals. When he was a teenager, he also spent some time as a city guard and militiaman, giving him basic competence with a variety of weapons.
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Biography: The Imilla Clan were migrant farmers and laborers, selling themselves to wealthier kingdoms. They were a people bound by working shanties, and stories of an Eden from whence their ancestors came. As a youth, Coatl felt they were naive. They possessed the most basic of martial skills and required the aid of capricious spirits with weak magic to protect them.
His suspicions were half true, for when they encountered a malevolent kingdom, they were very nearly enslaved. However, his parent's commitment to peace earned him, and him in particular, the loyalty of an ancestral spirit that was far more dependable.
Using the power of this spirit, Coatl and a few other "chosen ones" helped bring prosperity and safety to their clan, ensuring that no one else would try to enslave them. The golden years of their people came to an abrupt end, however, when the flood waters came...
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 23:42:08 GMT -5
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Post by Coatl of the Imilla on Jun 24, 2021 10:13:29 GMT -5
"Vegetarian, eh?" Ray perked up. "I'm not vegetarian but I got a funny rule about not eating anything with a brain bigger than a pea. Was kinda rough at first, 'specially on a damn unknown island. I got teased for it too."
Coatl kept a tight lipped smirk while he thought about their guest. If the villagers, being human, had found a human child alone near their camp, they wouldn't have hesitated to adopt it. If they found something like Wendy however...
But then again Laura wasn't human even though she seemed to have human sensibilities. Maybe her kind were more compassionate to things that shouldn't be. It wasn't a crime to be different.
The sylph seemed to agree. At the very least the two didn't seem to be a threat to their village. The invisible spirit backed away and circled the two a couple of times. Then it flew off to patrol the compound. Coatl sensed that it felt Laura was alright, though it still had misgivings about the child.
"Well, like I said, one egg for one potato is pretty fair." Coatl said. "Oh, there are other things we can trade if you're interested. Be right back."
Coatl didn't have far to go. It was a small village. Meanwhile Ray took another look up and down at the snake woman. "So like, how are your kin born? Do you hatch from eggs or..."
Coatl came back holding several wooden and stone tools for carpentry, and an unusual weapon made of several embedded stones along a paddle structure. It was a sort of stone battle axe, though the dangerous part was as long as a short sword.
"These might be worth a few dozen eggs. Since you raise chickens, you should know that some people have a use for feathers, to make pillows and fishing lures and what-not."
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