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 24, 2021 14:42:24 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." Laura mumbled out, "Well I make an exception for fish, thossse don't really count," she said with a small shrug. She blinked again and nodded, "Ssso, ssso, I agree," she paused as Coatl left. She completely froze as Ray pried into things that as far as the snake were concerned were none of his business in the slightest. She gave an exasperated hiss, "Eggsss, although I don't know what that hasss do to with anything." Laura gave a cheery hiss as Coatl came back. She completely ignored the weapon, looking at it quite wary like as if not trusting it to stay put. The small traditional stone ax on the other hand looked quite nice for getting some firewood. She very tentatively picked it up, holding it to get a feel for how it would swing. Her eyes gleamed with practical delight with this, "How much isss jussst this ssstone ax? My skillsss in making such thingsss are none I'm afraid," she paused and nodded, "Yesss, yesss, I'm sssorry I didn't think of that before. I have a sssurplusss of feathersss now," she said giving Wendy a small pat as she shook her head.
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
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 18:34:47 GMT -5
Ray backed off. "Just academic curiosity is all."
Coatl gave them both a funny look when he returned, as if he somehow knew Ray had said something stupid.
"We want to make sure lots of people have access to tools so they can survive in this land. So we won't ask for much. How does a dozen eggs or a large bag of feathers sound?"
(He was a little disappointed Laura didn't express interest in the weapon. Then again would have been much more formidable if they could get their hands on obsidian shards, which could be sharpened to molecular thickness. A well-made battle axe of this sort in the right hands could decapitate a horse in one swing.)
Ray awkwardly went looking for some sacks that he could load with potatoes.
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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 24, 2021 18:54:41 GMT -5
Ray backed off. "Just academic curiosity is all." Coatl gave them both a funny look when he returned, as if he somehow knew Ray had said something stupid. "We want to make sure lots of people have access to tools so they can survive in this land. So we won't ask for much. How does a dozen eggs or a large bag of feathers sound?" (He was a little disappointed Laura didn't express interest in the weapon. Then again would have been much more formidable if they could get their hands on obsidian shards, which could be sharpened to molecular thickness. A well-made battle axe of this sort in the right hands could decapitate a horse in one swing.) Ray awkwardly went looking for some sacks that he could load with potatoes. Laura nodded, "I brought eggsss thisss time, but if you want feathersss I can give you next time I arrive. I really just want um, well you sssee know some people. My farm isss quite easssy to keep up with, ssso if you need help I could potentially jussst help," the snake rambled a bit awkwardly, "My patch isss a bit, out there. No one about you sssee." Wendy blinked looking down at the snake and then back at the humans, "Oh right, she'sss lonely and getsss bored," she said with a nod. Laura froze just staring back at her in mortified horror at what she had just said.
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
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 25, 2021 20:44:55 GMT -5
It was Ray's turn to look at Coatl like he was about to do something stupid.
"This might sound like a strange bargain, but would you wanna start a second home on our turf? We can help you build a hut like the ones you see here. And once you have enough chickens you can start a second coup. We'll watch it and keep it safe and we won't allow, um, any uninvited guests to steal from it." He glanced over at the wiggling little monster child. "Plus that'll make it easier for you to trade with us. If you want, you can become an honorary member of our clan."
More than one villager tilted their head to listen in on what they were discussing. Surprisingly, not all the eyes were hostile.
"That is, if such an offer suits you. Might not mean much but, at least it'd give you something to do. People are loyal here and they always work to keep each other alive and afloat. It's basically the same thing as your offer except you get an extra house, and we'd help each other out instead of you just helping us."
Ray smiled politely as he continued to fill sacks with potatoes. Their clan's policy of taking people in who seemed to need it and were suited to their lifestyle was nothing new. But just about everyone who had been taken in... had a normal sized tongue. However, everyone in the clan was aware that Coatl wouldn't make such an offer if he didn't sense that the person was alright. They especially trusted his judgement due to the fact that...
Well, they say two heads are better than one, after all.
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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 Jul 9, 2021 10:50:43 GMT -5
It was Ray's turn to look at Coatl like he was about to do something stupid. "This might sound like a strange bargain, but would you wanna start a second home on our turf? We can help you build a hut like the ones you see here. And once you have enough chickens you can start a second coup. We'll watch it and keep it safe and we won't allow, um, any uninvited guests to steal from it." He glanced over at the wiggling little monster child. "Plus that'll make it easier for you to trade with us. If you want, you can become an honorary member of our clan." More than one villager tilted their head to listen in on what they were discussing. Surprisingly, not all the eyes were hostile. "That is, if such an offer suits you. Might not mean much but, at least it'd give you something to do. People are loyal here and they always work to keep each other alive and afloat. It's basically the same thing as your offer except you get an extra house, and we'd help each other out instead of you just helping us." Ray smiled politely as he continued to fill sacks with potatoes. Their clan's policy of taking people in who seemed to need it and were suited to their lifestyle was nothing new. But just about everyone who had been taken in... had a normal sized tongue. However, everyone in the clan was aware that Coatl wouldn't make such an offer if he didn't sense that the person was alright. They especially trusted his judgement due to the fact that... Well, they say two heads are better than one, after all. Laura blinked. She'd never lived in a house, so being offered one stunned her a bit. The snake looked at them with her eyes wide, "Well, I uh, I might need a little bit of time to think about it. I'm not very used to groups. I've been solitary for years, I'm pretty sure I have some bad habits..." Wendy stared at the two humans and then back at the snake, but she kept her tongue. She merely started combing her own fur and watching as everything was put in place.
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
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 Jul 9, 2021 14:10:06 GMT -5
Ray grinned. "You wanna talk bad habits, you should taste the air when I forget to wash my beard for a week."
Coatl hung his head in shame. "No one under any circumstances should taste the air when you forget to wash your beard."
He turned back to the snake. "Offer is on the table when you're ready, but there ain't no pressure. For now, let's just agree to be trading partners."
He'd offer a handshake to the snake woman. Her hesitation, if anything, made him trust her even more.
Trust for the odd creature on her back, however, was at an all time low. But there wasn't anything that could be done about that at the moment.
One should never trust a baby whose grooming habits are better than your own.
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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 Aug 7, 2021 10:49:54 GMT -5
Ray grinned. "You wanna talk bad habits, you should taste the air when I forget to wash my beard for a week." Coatl hung his head in shame. "No one under any circumstances should taste the air when you forget to wash your beard." He turned back to the snake. "Offer is on the table when you're ready, but there ain't no pressure. For now, let's just agree to be trading partners." He'd offer a handshake to the snake woman. Her hesitation, if anything, made him trust her even more. Trust for the odd creature on her back, however, was at an all time low. But there wasn't anything that could be done about that at the moment. One should never trust a baby whose grooming habits are better than your own. The snake paused looking visibly awkward as she looked from side to side, "Well I uh, I'll have to think on it. I'm not quite used to people, so I need a few weeks to...see what might go wrong on my end," she said with a small nervous hiss, that would appear to her variant of a chuckle. The child on her back merely shrugged, and gave a small smile and wave as the snake quickly bagged up and started to leave in a hurry.
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
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 Aug 9, 2021 2:05:20 GMT -5
A voice spoke in Coatl's head.
Maybe she came from a world where she had been hunted by some humans. And she only came to us out of desperation.
Hmm.
"Of course. You're free to do as you please." Coatl and Ray would help Laura pack up her potatoes. Once their trade was sorted she was of course free to leave.
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