Hand of the Mist
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Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Mar 26, 2021 0:51:23 GMT -5
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Post by Hand of the Mist on Jun 13, 2021 16:09:30 GMT -5
Here lies a ghost of a civilization that once was. Tall columns and archways made of stone and marble loom above. Half submerged by the sea, the many winding roads and alleys have become a maze of canals. Vegetation has yet to attach themselves onto the ruins, hinting that, perhaps, they are not as old as one would imagine. What was once high class rooms lined with gold and other such precious treasures now float in surreal scenes that one could find in imaginative paintings.
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Patriarch
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: A few hundred years or so.
Appearance: Patriarch is a sea elf, the last of his kind, or he was in the old world. While he looks youthful he carries an ancient soul that has known countless tragedies. Where in some this might have bred cynicism in Patriarch it bred compassion and kindness. After losing so much he decided to dedicate himself to helping others as much as he could. This eventually led to him becoming an Egg Bearer or in his case more of an Egg Protector. Dedicating himself to protecting and guiding the youth of the younger races of Fishfolk, steering them away from the path that led to the doom of his race.
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Skills and Abilities: Sea elves are exceptionally long-lived, possessed the innate magical talent to manipulate water, could breathe on land or sea, and were quite harder as they can survive at the depths of the ocean.
In the new world, Patriarch has found that his ability to manipulate water drastically reduced and he can no longer perform auguries or scry. A learned specialty from when he used to be an advisor to the king of the sea elves. But he remains hale and hearty as ever or so he thinks, he does sense some change within himself. Like the water in the vast sea of years he had before him was dwindling to more of a puddle.
Registered: Jun 21, 2021 19:39:16 GMT -5
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Post by Patriarch on Jul 10, 2021 12:17:30 GMT -5
The ruins were a blessing to the sea folk when they found them. A flooded city perfect for them to take up residence in. It provided comfortable living spaces for the aquatic and amphibian inhabitants without them needing to establish two settlements which was a boon. In this strange new sea, they needed to stick together for safety. There were already reports of hostile creatures swimming in the depths for them to deal with. At present, Patriarch had taken to patrolling the outskirts of the city's territory. Keeping an eye out for any strays, supplies, or other things of note that might approach the ruins. They'd not travelled with many young and it would be sometime before he could return to his normal duties of rearing the children. He could admit he missed it. He'd found joy in tending the young innocent souls, relief from his more maudlin thoughts while making sure they were safe.
Still, there was nothing to be done but keep the people safe as best he could while he waited for things to progress. He didn't trouble himself with administrative matters and few felt comfortable telling him what to do so he just had to pick tasks he was suited for. While it had been some years since he'd been a warrior it was not a skill set he was likely to forget thus the decision to take to patrolling.
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??? ???
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Vulx in a box!
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 11
Appearance: It begins at a point, a corner of fluffy dark brown fur with small tufts of fur standing out from the tip of each fox ear. Continuing down, the two fleecy ears meet against a furry mop of near-black hair. The hair waves back and forth down her head, and barely brushed around her soft round skull. Within the smooth carvings of her face are two white pools, with each a circular grassy island at the center. The green is shimmering like emeralds, and her pupils dark as olives. Her nose comes to a sharp small point, and each of her cheeks has a slight blush. The jawline of her face meets at a rounded point, where it arches inward to her thin neck, barely visible behind the long dark brown hair. The majority of the hair is pushed back behind her bare shoulders.
A black cloth mantle wraps around her upper chest, meeting at a blood-red cut jewel inset a frame of gold. Below the mantle of the dress is a simple white silk, making the sleeves and abdomen of the attire. The white cloth layers over a scarlet red bottom portion of the ensemble and frills outwards. The red silk falls down to her knees, bordered by more black cloth.
Peaking underneath the white silks and above the red cloth, and dark brown fluffy fox tail extends from her small body. Her legs are bare, no shoes or silks covering them below her knees.
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 17:32:27 GMT -5
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Post by ??? ??? on Jul 11, 2021 12:12:35 GMT -5
During Patriarch's patrol, he might have seen a large wooden crate float towards the ruins. near it articles of clothing floated, some shirts and dresses hanging off the side of the open crate. He might notices that the create shifted every so often, as if something was moving inside of it, changing its center of mass.
Inside this crate there was a curious vulx, running around in a circle on all fours and occassionally peaking her head over the side to look out of the crate. Her large ears were the easiest thing to spot when she poked her head from the top of the crate, each tipping the wooden box slightly in the direction of the wall she had climbed up. Never before had she been stuck in such a small confines before and it was scaring her. The little girl went back to the center of box, laying on a pile of clothes. She curled up in the fetal position, her tail covering her face as she cried.
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Patriarch
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: A few hundred years or so.
Appearance: Patriarch is a sea elf, the last of his kind, or he was in the old world. While he looks youthful he carries an ancient soul that has known countless tragedies. Where in some this might have bred cynicism in Patriarch it bred compassion and kindness. After losing so much he decided to dedicate himself to helping others as much as he could. This eventually led to him becoming an Egg Bearer or in his case more of an Egg Protector. Dedicating himself to protecting and guiding the youth of the younger races of Fishfolk, steering them away from the path that led to the doom of his race.
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Skills and Abilities: Sea elves are exceptionally long-lived, possessed the innate magical talent to manipulate water, could breathe on land or sea, and were quite harder as they can survive at the depths of the ocean.
In the new world, Patriarch has found that his ability to manipulate water drastically reduced and he can no longer perform auguries or scry. A learned specialty from when he used to be an advisor to the king of the sea elves. But he remains hale and hearty as ever or so he thinks, he does sense some change within himself. Like the water in the vast sea of years he had before him was dwindling to more of a puddle.
Registered: Jun 21, 2021 19:39:16 GMT -5
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Post by Patriarch on Jul 11, 2021 13:29:07 GMT -5
The sight of a crate moving strangely in the water did catch Patriarch's attention. The possibility of something living being within it was quite troubling and he swims towards it considering it from beneath the waves. In the past he would have risen up out of the water on a column of water high enough to peer within the box. Such feats of water manipulation were beyond him in these strange lands, well casual feats were beyond him now. He could still manipulate water it just took far more effort and time.
There is a handle on the side of the crate and he slides his spear up and through it to snag the box. This accomplished the occupant would feel a lurch as Patriarch began to swim slowly and gently towards the outskirts of the city. Away from the main encampment but to a spot with water shallow enough for him to stand and to get the crate to come to a rest. Once they were somewhere safe he comes to his feet and peers over the side of the crate down at its inhabitant.
"Ah, hello little one."
Fortunately for the small creature, he was capable of speaking both the fish folk tongue and that of the land dwellers.
"Were you taken by the rising water and mists as well?"
He assumed so but he was speaking in a calm and gentle voice and hoping to prompt her into speaking by bringing up potentially shared trauma. Admittedly, he didn't know much about the little thing yet but it looked to be a child.
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??? ???
Established
Vulx in a box!
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 11
Appearance: It begins at a point, a corner of fluffy dark brown fur with small tufts of fur standing out from the tip of each fox ear. Continuing down, the two fleecy ears meet against a furry mop of near-black hair. The hair waves back and forth down her head, and barely brushed around her soft round skull. Within the smooth carvings of her face are two white pools, with each a circular grassy island at the center. The green is shimmering like emeralds, and her pupils dark as olives. Her nose comes to a sharp small point, and each of her cheeks has a slight blush. The jawline of her face meets at a rounded point, where it arches inward to her thin neck, barely visible behind the long dark brown hair. The majority of the hair is pushed back behind her bare shoulders.
A black cloth mantle wraps around her upper chest, meeting at a blood-red cut jewel inset a frame of gold. Below the mantle of the dress is a simple white silk, making the sleeves and abdomen of the attire. The white cloth layers over a scarlet red bottom portion of the ensemble and frills outwards. The red silk falls down to her knees, bordered by more black cloth.
Peaking underneath the white silks and above the red cloth, and dark brown fluffy fox tail extends from her small body. Her legs are bare, no shoes or silks covering them below her knees.
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 17:32:27 GMT -5
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Post by ??? ??? on Jul 11, 2021 15:22:31 GMT -5
The vulx child lifted her tail that was covering her face. Once she saw the fish folk, she let out a small yelp and dove underneath the pile of clothes. She peaked from the clothes, much like a child peaking from under its covers when their scared at night. Her voice mimicked his own, "mwi-mits?"
The vulx girl couldn't have been older than eleven, her fox-like ears perking upwards as her head slowy came out from the pile of clothes. She repeated the sounds, "Mwists... mnists, watah?"
She cocked her head to the side, her soft ears bending solfty downwards as she did so. She came out from inside the pile of clothes, cautiously crawling on all fours towards the merfolk. Her tail slooped down as she wasn't quite sure if this person was a friend or a foe. Depending on how Patriarch acted, she would get as close as an arm's reach away, sniffing his scent as if to learn his name.
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Patriarch
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: A few hundred years or so.
Appearance: Patriarch is a sea elf, the last of his kind, or he was in the old world. While he looks youthful he carries an ancient soul that has known countless tragedies. Where in some this might have bred cynicism in Patriarch it bred compassion and kindness. After losing so much he decided to dedicate himself to helping others as much as he could. This eventually led to him becoming an Egg Bearer or in his case more of an Egg Protector. Dedicating himself to protecting and guiding the youth of the younger races of Fishfolk, steering them away from the path that led to the doom of his race.
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Skills and Abilities: Sea elves are exceptionally long-lived, possessed the innate magical talent to manipulate water, could breathe on land or sea, and were quite harder as they can survive at the depths of the ocean.
In the new world, Patriarch has found that his ability to manipulate water drastically reduced and he can no longer perform auguries or scry. A learned specialty from when he used to be an advisor to the king of the sea elves. But he remains hale and hearty as ever or so he thinks, he does sense some change within himself. Like the water in the vast sea of years he had before him was dwindling to more of a puddle.
Registered: Jun 21, 2021 19:39:16 GMT -5
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Post by Patriarch on Jul 11, 2021 15:45:17 GMT -5
"Ah, I see you do not know how to speak at all."
Patriarch strokes his chin considering the child for a few moments. Obviously establishing some method of communication with her would be important but any such attempts would take time. For the immediate now, he needed to earn her trust. Of course, he tended to deal with children in a far different environment than the one they were in now. Also of a vastly different species but somehow he imagined some things would remain constant.
With that thought in mind he very slowly, careful to avoid stepping on her, comes over the lips of the box. He doesn't approach her though he just settles down with his legs folded in front of him in the same area. Young ones always liked to look you in the eye when they were talking to you, considering their height difference on land this was impractical unless he put himself into a seated position and she'd only be able to see him easily in that if he was in the box with her.
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??? ???
Established
Vulx in a box!
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 11
Appearance: It begins at a point, a corner of fluffy dark brown fur with small tufts of fur standing out from the tip of each fox ear. Continuing down, the two fleecy ears meet against a furry mop of near-black hair. The hair waves back and forth down her head, and barely brushed around her soft round skull. Within the smooth carvings of her face are two white pools, with each a circular grassy island at the center. The green is shimmering like emeralds, and her pupils dark as olives. Her nose comes to a sharp small point, and each of her cheeks has a slight blush. The jawline of her face meets at a rounded point, where it arches inward to her thin neck, barely visible behind the long dark brown hair. The majority of the hair is pushed back behind her bare shoulders.
A black cloth mantle wraps around her upper chest, meeting at a blood-red cut jewel inset a frame of gold. Below the mantle of the dress is a simple white silk, making the sleeves and abdomen of the attire. The white cloth layers over a scarlet red bottom portion of the ensemble and frills outwards. The red silk falls down to her knees, bordered by more black cloth.
Peaking underneath the white silks and above the red cloth, and dark brown fluffy fox tail extends from her small body. Her legs are bare, no shoes or silks covering them below her knees.
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 17:32:27 GMT -5
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Post by ??? ??? on Jul 11, 2021 16:22:02 GMT -5
The vulx girl crawled forwards, ever so the curious creatures. She came to a stop about a foot away from him, continously sniffing the air. She eventually placed both her hands on one of his knees and sniffed his face. Her ears seemed to relax and her tail began to wag a fair bit more. The child backed up sitting down like the merfolk and yelped energetically. She seemed like a playful creature, her fluffy tail bouncing from side to side.
The vulx backed off and grabbed one of the shirts. She walked over to the merfolk and placed it on top of his head, before yelping again. She sat back down and watched to see what he would do. Her ears listening for any sound he made, as her interest was wholly focused on this new stranger.
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Patriarch
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: A few hundred years or so.
Appearance: Patriarch is a sea elf, the last of his kind, or he was in the old world. While he looks youthful he carries an ancient soul that has known countless tragedies. Where in some this might have bred cynicism in Patriarch it bred compassion and kindness. After losing so much he decided to dedicate himself to helping others as much as he could. This eventually led to him becoming an Egg Bearer or in his case more of an Egg Protector. Dedicating himself to protecting and guiding the youth of the younger races of Fishfolk, steering them away from the path that led to the doom of his race.
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Skills and Abilities: Sea elves are exceptionally long-lived, possessed the innate magical talent to manipulate water, could breathe on land or sea, and were quite harder as they can survive at the depths of the ocean.
In the new world, Patriarch has found that his ability to manipulate water drastically reduced and he can no longer perform auguries or scry. A learned specialty from when he used to be an advisor to the king of the sea elves. But he remains hale and hearty as ever or so he thinks, he does sense some change within himself. Like the water in the vast sea of years he had before him was dwindling to more of a puddle.
Registered: Jun 21, 2021 19:39:16 GMT -5
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Post by Patriarch on Jul 11, 2021 16:47:58 GMT -5
The child took a few moments to figure out what to make of him. Eventually, he assumed, settling on not a threat when she placed her hands on his knee and got right up into his face. She sniffed at him curiously and he smiles at her as she backs away. Having a shirt placed around his head was... Honestly not the oddest thing that had ever happened to him. Not sure what she wanted him to do but willing to play along he reaches up and wraps the shirt securely around his hair making a sort of makeshift headwrap out of it.
Moving slowly he picked up on of the shirts himself and then eyes her for a moment before placing it in her lap. He was not sure what the nature of the game they were currently playing was but she seemed to be rather interested in it.
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??? ???
Established
Vulx in a box!
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 11
Appearance: It begins at a point, a corner of fluffy dark brown fur with small tufts of fur standing out from the tip of each fox ear. Continuing down, the two fleecy ears meet against a furry mop of near-black hair. The hair waves back and forth down her head, and barely brushed around her soft round skull. Within the smooth carvings of her face are two white pools, with each a circular grassy island at the center. The green is shimmering like emeralds, and her pupils dark as olives. Her nose comes to a sharp small point, and each of her cheeks has a slight blush. The jawline of her face meets at a rounded point, where it arches inward to her thin neck, barely visible behind the long dark brown hair. The majority of the hair is pushed back behind her bare shoulders.
A black cloth mantle wraps around her upper chest, meeting at a blood-red cut jewel inset a frame of gold. Below the mantle of the dress is a simple white silk, making the sleeves and abdomen of the attire. The white cloth layers over a scarlet red bottom portion of the ensemble and frills outwards. The red silk falls down to her knees, bordered by more black cloth.
Peaking underneath the white silks and above the red cloth, and dark brown fluffy fox tail extends from her small body. Her legs are bare, no shoes or silks covering them below her knees.
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 17:32:27 GMT -5
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Post by ??? ??? on Jul 11, 2021 19:12:55 GMT -5
The vulx yipped in excitement, quite happy to have a playmate after all the time she'd spent alone. The girl mirrored him and tied the shirt around her head making a headwrap. She grinned and tossed another shirt onto his lap. Her eyes dilating with curiosity. The merfolk might notice the slight bags underneath her eyes, perhaps she had spent the time since she entered through the mists and waves awake, hoping whatever family she had would come help her.
She focused on his horn-like structure and grabbed another article of clothing. This time instead of waiting she threw it aiming for it. She missed and it went straight for his face, the vulx crying with laughter. She would crawl up to him and lay down, her head on one of his legs. Her eyelids became heavy and soon closed, the vulx was asleep.
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Patriarch
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: A few hundred years or so.
Appearance: Patriarch is a sea elf, the last of his kind, or he was in the old world. While he looks youthful he carries an ancient soul that has known countless tragedies. Where in some this might have bred cynicism in Patriarch it bred compassion and kindness. After losing so much he decided to dedicate himself to helping others as much as he could. This eventually led to him becoming an Egg Bearer or in his case more of an Egg Protector. Dedicating himself to protecting and guiding the youth of the younger races of Fishfolk, steering them away from the path that led to the doom of his race.
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Skills and Abilities: Sea elves are exceptionally long-lived, possessed the innate magical talent to manipulate water, could breathe on land or sea, and were quite harder as they can survive at the depths of the ocean.
In the new world, Patriarch has found that his ability to manipulate water drastically reduced and he can no longer perform auguries or scry. A learned specialty from when he used to be an advisor to the king of the sea elves. But he remains hale and hearty as ever or so he thinks, he does sense some change within himself. Like the water in the vast sea of years he had before him was dwindling to more of a puddle.
Registered: Jun 21, 2021 19:39:16 GMT -5
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Post by Patriarch on Jul 11, 2021 19:54:33 GMT -5
Patriarch joins the little creature in laughter as the shirt slaps into his face. Not begrudging the child her play. He could only imagine how much she must have suffered over however many days she was alone in this box. No company and only a pile of clothing for comfort. It came as no surprise when she soon fell into unconsciousness and he does his best to situate her comfortably. Going so far as to make sure one of the shirts was rigged to shield her from the sun. As best as he can manage without disturbing her.
Then he pulls a few shells from a pouch on his side. Finding one with some depth he starts working to channel his magic to syphon up water from outside the box, focusing his will with incredible effort to only take the pure potable substance and not the salt he knew to be unhealthy for land dwellers. It is not easy but it is doable and he has sometime to work so he can offer the poor thing some semblance of comfort when she wakes up.
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??? ???
Established
Vulx in a box!
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 11
Appearance: It begins at a point, a corner of fluffy dark brown fur with small tufts of fur standing out from the tip of each fox ear. Continuing down, the two fleecy ears meet against a furry mop of near-black hair. The hair waves back and forth down her head, and barely brushed around her soft round skull. Within the smooth carvings of her face are two white pools, with each a circular grassy island at the center. The green is shimmering like emeralds, and her pupils dark as olives. Her nose comes to a sharp small point, and each of her cheeks has a slight blush. The jawline of her face meets at a rounded point, where it arches inward to her thin neck, barely visible behind the long dark brown hair. The majority of the hair is pushed back behind her bare shoulders.
A black cloth mantle wraps around her upper chest, meeting at a blood-red cut jewel inset a frame of gold. Below the mantle of the dress is a simple white silk, making the sleeves and abdomen of the attire. The white cloth layers over a scarlet red bottom portion of the ensemble and frills outwards. The red silk falls down to her knees, bordered by more black cloth.
Peaking underneath the white silks and above the red cloth, and dark brown fluffy fox tail extends from her small body. Her legs are bare, no shoes or silks covering them below her knees.
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 17:32:27 GMT -5
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Post by ??? ??? on Jul 11, 2021 23:29:52 GMT -5
The child moved a bit in her sleep, getting more comfortable as she did. Her tail wagged back and forth, barely brushing Patriarch's legs as it did so. She seemed quite happy to have company, even if they barely knew each other it didn't seem to matter too much to her. In that aspect the vulx child was woefull naïve. She slept for hours, sometimes shifting as she slept. Either way each time she moved it it was close to the merfolk. One would easily guess that his body heat provided a sense of relief and protection to the young vulx. If Patriarch allowed her to continue, he might find the vulx assuming a fetal position on his lap while asleep.
When she woke, the vulx would rub her eyes gently with her loosely closed fists. She softly yelped as she got up and stretched, arching her back as she did so. The vulx looked at the merfolk and smiled. She went over and grabbed another shirt holding up to him. She put on the shirt, then took it off and placed on his lap. She sat down and watched, both hands planted in front of her legs as she slightly leaned foward.
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Patriarch
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: A few hundred years or so.
Appearance: Patriarch is a sea elf, the last of his kind, or he was in the old world. While he looks youthful he carries an ancient soul that has known countless tragedies. Where in some this might have bred cynicism in Patriarch it bred compassion and kindness. After losing so much he decided to dedicate himself to helping others as much as he could. This eventually led to him becoming an Egg Bearer or in his case more of an Egg Protector. Dedicating himself to protecting and guiding the youth of the younger races of Fishfolk, steering them away from the path that led to the doom of his race.
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Skills and Abilities: Sea elves are exceptionally long-lived, possessed the innate magical talent to manipulate water, could breathe on land or sea, and were quite harder as they can survive at the depths of the ocean.
In the new world, Patriarch has found that his ability to manipulate water drastically reduced and he can no longer perform auguries or scry. A learned specialty from when he used to be an advisor to the king of the sea elves. But he remains hale and hearty as ever or so he thinks, he does sense some change within himself. Like the water in the vast sea of years he had before him was dwindling to more of a puddle.
Registered: Jun 21, 2021 19:39:16 GMT -5
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Post by Patriarch on Jul 12, 2021 15:30:01 GMT -5
Picking up the shirt he folds it neatly and sets it aside. Then he picks up the shell he filled with water. Tilting it back he lets some of it trickle into his mouth so she gets the idea that it is safe for her to drink before he hands it over to her. He had to imagine she was getting dehydrated so he imagined this would go over quite well. It was to the child's luck that he was the one to find her, he was not sure how much the other guards patrolling the waters had with land creatures.
While she drinks the water he pulls out some containers from his pouch mixing together an spreadable paste he could use to communicate with land dwellers. Based on his understanding of the magic it would give her the ability to understand him even if she hadn't learned a language yet.
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??? ???
Established
Vulx in a box!
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 11
Appearance: It begins at a point, a corner of fluffy dark brown fur with small tufts of fur standing out from the tip of each fox ear. Continuing down, the two fleecy ears meet against a furry mop of near-black hair. The hair waves back and forth down her head, and barely brushed around her soft round skull. Within the smooth carvings of her face are two white pools, with each a circular grassy island at the center. The green is shimmering like emeralds, and her pupils dark as olives. Her nose comes to a sharp small point, and each of her cheeks has a slight blush. The jawline of her face meets at a rounded point, where it arches inward to her thin neck, barely visible behind the long dark brown hair. The majority of the hair is pushed back behind her bare shoulders.
A black cloth mantle wraps around her upper chest, meeting at a blood-red cut jewel inset a frame of gold. Below the mantle of the dress is a simple white silk, making the sleeves and abdomen of the attire. The white cloth layers over a scarlet red bottom portion of the ensemble and frills outwards. The red silk falls down to her knees, bordered by more black cloth.
Peaking underneath the white silks and above the red cloth, and dark brown fluffy fox tail extends from her small body. Her legs are bare, no shoes or silks covering them below her knees.
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 17:32:27 GMT -5
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Post by ??? ??? on Jul 13, 2021 20:31:35 GMT -5
The vulx grabs the shell and looks curiosly at the merfolk, before drinking the water from the shell. She gulped it down and carefully set it aside. She energetically yipped, "Da!"
The child grabbed the shirt the merfolk neatly set aside and picks it up. She looks over it, as if examining or judging the quality of how it was folded, before placing it on the merfolk's lap and looking him in the eyes, with a look one could only describe as 'puppy eyes.' She leaned forwards, resting her center of gravity on her two arms that were propping her up. Her tail slowly wagged from side to side, and in a similar speed the vulx's head tilted to one side.
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Patriarch
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: A few hundred years or so.
Appearance: Patriarch is a sea elf, the last of his kind, or he was in the old world. While he looks youthful he carries an ancient soul that has known countless tragedies. Where in some this might have bred cynicism in Patriarch it bred compassion and kindness. After losing so much he decided to dedicate himself to helping others as much as he could. This eventually led to him becoming an Egg Bearer or in his case more of an Egg Protector. Dedicating himself to protecting and guiding the youth of the younger races of Fishfolk, steering them away from the path that led to the doom of his race.
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Skills and Abilities: Sea elves are exceptionally long-lived, possessed the innate magical talent to manipulate water, could breathe on land or sea, and were quite harder as they can survive at the depths of the ocean.
In the new world, Patriarch has found that his ability to manipulate water drastically reduced and he can no longer perform auguries or scry. A learned specialty from when he used to be an advisor to the king of the sea elves. But he remains hale and hearty as ever or so he thinks, he does sense some change within himself. Like the water in the vast sea of years he had before him was dwindling to more of a puddle.
Registered: Jun 21, 2021 19:39:16 GMT -5
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Post by Patriarch on Jul 14, 2021 7:39:40 GMT -5
Patriarch offers the young one a smile of own. Pleased the fresh water had gone down so well. He would have to get her more he was sure but the amount he had created had been a but draining. They would go in land and find her a stream. First though they needed to handle their communication barrier.
Finishing mixing the paste he dips his finger into it and since he had her attention he demonstrates its purpose. He had done this many times in the past so he draws the rune onto his own features slowly and then gesture to her. If she offered no protest he would draw it on her face next and then he would smile.
"There you should be able to understand me now little one."
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??? ???
Established
Vulx in a box!
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 11
Appearance: It begins at a point, a corner of fluffy dark brown fur with small tufts of fur standing out from the tip of each fox ear. Continuing down, the two fleecy ears meet against a furry mop of near-black hair. The hair waves back and forth down her head, and barely brushed around her soft round skull. Within the smooth carvings of her face are two white pools, with each a circular grassy island at the center. The green is shimmering like emeralds, and her pupils dark as olives. Her nose comes to a sharp small point, and each of her cheeks has a slight blush. The jawline of her face meets at a rounded point, where it arches inward to her thin neck, barely visible behind the long dark brown hair. The majority of the hair is pushed back behind her bare shoulders.
A black cloth mantle wraps around her upper chest, meeting at a blood-red cut jewel inset a frame of gold. Below the mantle of the dress is a simple white silk, making the sleeves and abdomen of the attire. The white cloth layers over a scarlet red bottom portion of the ensemble and frills outwards. The red silk falls down to her knees, bordered by more black cloth.
Peaking underneath the white silks and above the red cloth, and dark brown fluffy fox tail extends from her small body. Her legs are bare, no shoes or silks covering them below her knees.
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 17:32:27 GMT -5
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Post by ??? ??? on Jul 23, 2021 9:18:45 GMT -5
Nixi smiled as the kind merfolk painted onto her face. She yipped happily and grabbed the shirt. A voice coming into his mind. "Wear this! You must be cold!"
Immediately the young vulx cocked her head at the voice in her head, "What? How? I can understand you!"
Her tail rapidly swayed from side to side as her eyes lit up with excitement. She got on her feet and bounced around for a bit, jumping onto a pile of clothes.
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