Aidalla
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 27
Appearance: Blonde
Blue Eyes
Average height and weight
Delicate appearance
Lovely
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Equipment: Twin daggers
Camping/Survival gear
Flute
Baskets
Herbs and other remedies
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Skills and Abilities: Basic self defense
Music, singing and playing
Trapping and small game hunting
Basic healing
***
Biography: A more recent arrival on Trinity Island, she is used to wandering as a guardian of the Usque. Her fleet had been killed for the most part, save for one or two besides her who had survived. She is more of a lone wanderer at the moment.
Registered: Dec 17, 2023 20:40:58 GMT -5
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Post by Aidalla on Feb 16, 2024 21:31:01 GMT -5
She looked at him, frozen for a moment. He might be able to see the cogs rolling about within her mind as her eyes were easily read. She then gestured him over, and looked down so her gaze did not meet his eyes again. The woman seemed to bite her lip as she waited for him to come over to sit with her, adjusting herself so she was comfortable again as she finished dusting dirt off of the instrument even though no more smudged it.
"I'm not hungry, though," she said, assuming he had closed the distance. "But thank you," she added. Indeed, food wasn't something she touched much of at the moment as she worked through the illness the mist had caused her.
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 42
Appearance: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray robe to go over his robes.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self-defense.
Skills and Abilities: Rainier is a natural born preacher, able to draw great crowds with his fiery sermons about the wicked ways of man. That translates over to his writings on history and the cultures of people he meets in his journeys. He's a natural born tenor, and often leads choirs in his spare time from evangelizing.
Though he doesn't like to, he can use the quarterstaff in effective self-defense, though he is far from being a master with it.
Biography: Cousin to most of the Fletchers, Rainier doesn't quite know how exactly he is related to everyone, other than he simply is. His eldest sister is Regina Fletcher, and is the youngest of that brood of children. His vocation is the Priesthood of Varafel, and travels as an itinerant preacher and scholar, recording local histories and cultures.
Despite appearances to the contrary, Rainier is rather warm hearted, more willing to give a smile than a frown. He does look down upon his cousin's sinful ways, but will attempt to bring them back to the folds of the faithful through humorous chiding instead of pure fire and brimstone.
Registered: Sept 11, 2023 16:51:51 GMT -5
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on Feb 19, 2024 21:52:00 GMT -5
With the gesture from the ephemeral woman at first the priest retreated back to his shore. He would rather not leave his personal belongings to the whims of any kleptomaniacal creature that might stumble across them. That had happened a few times back in the old world, and even then with a network of churches he could rely on they were uncomfortable occasions to persevere through. Now that he had yet to find a single follower of the Church… well it was best to be safe rather than sorry.
Walking stick and shoes in hand and canvas bag slouched around him he waded into the river again. She made her comment as he settled down onto the balls of his feet a respectful distance away from her. He noted her rather pallid appearance the closer he was, and could clearly see the grips of some illness upon her. He began to reach into his bag as he asked, “I presume that you’re here at the falls for the same reason as I. The supposed healing abilities?” He lifted the edge of his cassock just enough to show some of the crisscrossing scars that lined the soles of his feet and toes. “I’m afraid this land did not welcome me to her breast like a mother, or The Mother, would.”
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Aidalla
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 27
Appearance: Blonde
Blue Eyes
Average height and weight
Delicate appearance
Lovely
***
Equipment: Twin daggers
Camping/Survival gear
Flute
Baskets
Herbs and other remedies
***
Skills and Abilities: Basic self defense
Music, singing and playing
Trapping and small game hunting
Basic healing
***
Biography: A more recent arrival on Trinity Island, she is used to wandering as a guardian of the Usque. Her fleet had been killed for the most part, save for one or two besides her who had survived. She is more of a lone wanderer at the moment.
Registered: Dec 17, 2023 20:40:58 GMT -5
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Post by Aidalla on Feb 24, 2024 20:01:09 GMT -5
"No," she murmured thoughtfully, "I have been on Trinity Island long enough to know that the earth is different here. The mana is manifested within us as opposed to here now... Well, those who have been here to work to get that part back. I came here for peace. I could not handle the sickroom anymore and if I'm to die, I'd rather be somewhere peaceful. The mist affects us very much so here. My kind." She snorted and looked down at her hands.
As if on cue, a barn owl flapped to her and landed upon her shoulder before giving an affectionate chitter and a head butt. She could not help the smile, nor lifting her hand to pet the soft feathers. "I think I will build near here if I heal. I would not mind learning about this world."
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 42
Appearance: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray robe to go over his robes.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self-defense.
Skills and Abilities: Rainier is a natural born preacher, able to draw great crowds with his fiery sermons about the wicked ways of man. That translates over to his writings on history and the cultures of people he meets in his journeys. He's a natural born tenor, and often leads choirs in his spare time from evangelizing.
Though he doesn't like to, he can use the quarterstaff in effective self-defense, though he is far from being a master with it.
Biography: Cousin to most of the Fletchers, Rainier doesn't quite know how exactly he is related to everyone, other than he simply is. His eldest sister is Regina Fletcher, and is the youngest of that brood of children. His vocation is the Priesthood of Varafel, and travels as an itinerant preacher and scholar, recording local histories and cultures.
Despite appearances to the contrary, Rainier is rather warm hearted, more willing to give a smile than a frown. He does look down upon his cousin's sinful ways, but will attempt to bring them back to the folds of the faithful through humorous chiding instead of pure fire and brimstone.
Registered: Sept 11, 2023 16:51:51 GMT -5
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on Feb 25, 2024 20:30:04 GMT -5
The was a soft silence of contemplation as Rainier mediated on her words, understanding their meaning all to well from the bedsides of those he had tended to in their last moments. Usually not physically, when the priest was called it was too late and no hope could be given, but spiritually he would see to the Last Rites and ensure their passing would be into the arms of The Mother from which they came. It was... not a duty he cherished overmuch, but a necessary one.
He pulled out a pen knife from his satchel, as well as an apple and a small hunk of cheese and started to carve into it as he mused, "This is indeed a world of great mysteries that have yet to be unraveled, much like the past. Are you scholar?" he asked hopefully as he lifted a small slice of apple and cheese to his mouth, "Are you of the Usqueans?" His notes on them were very limited, having just arrived there shortly beforehand, so perhaps a small interview could help shed some light.
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Aidalla
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 27
Appearance: Blonde
Blue Eyes
Average height and weight
Delicate appearance
Lovely
***
Equipment: Twin daggers
Camping/Survival gear
Flute
Baskets
Herbs and other remedies
***
Skills and Abilities: Basic self defense
Music, singing and playing
Trapping and small game hunting
Basic healing
***
Biography: A more recent arrival on Trinity Island, she is used to wandering as a guardian of the Usque. Her fleet had been killed for the most part, save for one or two besides her who had survived. She is more of a lone wanderer at the moment.
Registered: Dec 17, 2023 20:40:58 GMT -5
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Post by Aidalla on Feb 25, 2024 21:12:18 GMT -5
"I am from the Usque, as you asked. I am no scholar, though I do get fascinated by the world around me. It is just part of my blood to take interest in things like waterfalls." She paused and glanced around, taking in the sight of the immediate surroundings. She found herself smiling slightly as she peered at the falling water.
"My mother was a nymph of the Usque, I like to try and hear the trees speak to me. I cannot here, it seems. I haven't been able to since I opened my eyes again." That was when her voice sounded morose. It was as though she was disappointed in the fact she was frail and weak at the moment. She pulled out one of the plum like fruits that she had been given for pain, the purple-red dripping down her chin after a bite. She wiped it from her chin. It didn't take long for her to plow through the thing because it tasted lovely and it was quite helpful.
She did not shy away from spitting out the long seeds that were inside of it. They would drop to the ground at her feet.
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 42
Appearance: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray robe to go over his robes.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self-defense.
Skills and Abilities: Rainier is a natural born preacher, able to draw great crowds with his fiery sermons about the wicked ways of man. That translates over to his writings on history and the cultures of people he meets in his journeys. He's a natural born tenor, and often leads choirs in his spare time from evangelizing.
Though he doesn't like to, he can use the quarterstaff in effective self-defense, though he is far from being a master with it.
Biography: Cousin to most of the Fletchers, Rainier doesn't quite know how exactly he is related to everyone, other than he simply is. His eldest sister is Regina Fletcher, and is the youngest of that brood of children. His vocation is the Priesthood of Varafel, and travels as an itinerant preacher and scholar, recording local histories and cultures.
Despite appearances to the contrary, Rainier is rather warm hearted, more willing to give a smile than a frown. He does look down upon his cousin's sinful ways, but will attempt to bring them back to the folds of the faithful through humorous chiding instead of pure fire and brimstone.
Registered: Sept 11, 2023 16:51:51 GMT -5
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on Mar 17, 2024 14:03:11 GMT -5
Already this impromptu interview as bearing fruit... whether or not the priest meant the pun in his mind was not determined as she spit out the seeds. They were an inherently magical race that were deeply connected to nature, and if he had to hazard a guess (which he would not do too much of since he wanted to have the most accurate information for his journal) there were many types of nymphs in their society. He waited until he finished chewing the first sliver of apple and cheese before he opened his mouth again to talk. If nothing else he was a very fastidious eater.
"Are all the Usqueans the descendants of nymphs'?" Rainer asked as he put down the apple, cheese, and pen knife onto his satchel and fished out his journal and pencil. He mourned for a moment that there was not much ink available, making him resort to charcoal sticks wrapped in linen for note taking. It was prone to smearing on closed pages and made reading back terribly difficult. "And what type of nymph was your mother?"
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Aidalla
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 27
Appearance: Blonde
Blue Eyes
Average height and weight
Delicate appearance
Lovely
***
Equipment: Twin daggers
Camping/Survival gear
Flute
Baskets
Herbs and other remedies
***
Skills and Abilities: Basic self defense
Music, singing and playing
Trapping and small game hunting
Basic healing
***
Biography: A more recent arrival on Trinity Island, she is used to wandering as a guardian of the Usque. Her fleet had been killed for the most part, save for one or two besides her who had survived. She is more of a lone wanderer at the moment.
Registered: Dec 17, 2023 20:40:58 GMT -5
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Post by Aidalla on Mar 17, 2024 15:38:56 GMT -5
"Some of us descend from elves, other from Faeries, they all mix with each other. We don't believe in constraining our joy to one group or another, we are all connected. It is rare to see males in the tribes because there are more daughters of Croeria, our ancestors from perhaps a millennia before we were brought here by the mists from the old world." She paused to finish the funny plum.
It did not take too long after for her to seemingly relax where she sat, moving soon enough to lounge in a companionable way.
Her eyes were half closed and her skin subtly glowed. "My mother was a dryad and I was her only before her tree was cut down. A dryad without her tree is a dryad who loses her life." She looked down, "I never really knew her, but I heard she defended the Usque until she couldn't. Most nymph children are raised in the wild but she was growing old by the time I came to be and had to choose between motherhood and protecting all the people. The honor came with protecting the people, which is why I wanted to be a part of the guardians."
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Rainier Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 42
Appearance: Rainier towers above most of his peers, standing at 6'7". His rather thin body, caused by years of abstinence, is hidden underneath the folds of his cassock.
His thin and angular face hides his true nature, making him appear stern with his roman nose, high and sharp cheek bones, thin lips, and prominent jaw. His green eyes twinkle with intelligence and humor known only to him. Like the other natural born members of the Fletcher clan, he was born with white hair, that would grow thick on his head if it wasn't tonsured.
Equipment: Rainier is a priest of the Church of Varafel by vocation, and thus is equipped like one. He has two cassocks, one white, and the other black, and he carries the spare in his satchel. He tries to keep his black leather shoes glossy for all occasions, but that often proves impossible as he walks everywhere. For rainy weather, he has a dark gray robe to go over his robes.
His personal belongings are stowed in a grey canvas bag slung across his body, and include: his prayer book, his ink and spare quills, a journal, a pen knife, and his gold wire rimmed spectacles for when he has to read.
He also has a quarter staff he uses as a walking stick, and if needs be, for self-defense.
Skills and Abilities: Rainier is a natural born preacher, able to draw great crowds with his fiery sermons about the wicked ways of man. That translates over to his writings on history and the cultures of people he meets in his journeys. He's a natural born tenor, and often leads choirs in his spare time from evangelizing.
Though he doesn't like to, he can use the quarterstaff in effective self-defense, though he is far from being a master with it.
Biography: Cousin to most of the Fletchers, Rainier doesn't quite know how exactly he is related to everyone, other than he simply is. His eldest sister is Regina Fletcher, and is the youngest of that brood of children. His vocation is the Priesthood of Varafel, and travels as an itinerant preacher and scholar, recording local histories and cultures.
Despite appearances to the contrary, Rainier is rather warm hearted, more willing to give a smile than a frown. He does look down upon his cousin's sinful ways, but will attempt to bring them back to the folds of the faithful through humorous chiding instead of pure fire and brimstone.
Registered: Sept 11, 2023 16:51:51 GMT -5
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Post by Rainier Fletcher on Apr 9, 2024 20:20:28 GMT -5
Quickly the Priest jotted down the details that she gave him, and asked a question of clarification, "Croeria? So there was a predecessor race to yours? Was there one before them?" It was very rare in his travels that glimpses of some long distant past would twinkle out, like coins hiding in the sand of the beaches.
It was comforting in no small way that there were those who could recall. It was chain, strong as steel, holding this world to the last. But it would need to be written down and preserved to keep it from disappearing if the chain were to ever rust and crumble away. He hoped that someone might do the same for him, remember what once was and keep it safe for those who would stumble across it in posterity.
A wave of sadness washed over the expression of Rainier as she explained the death of her mother. He did not know the fate of his, but suspected that she shared it with so many others that had been washed away by the boiling seas. There was a comfort in at least knowing, to let out all that grief that otherwise refused to be fully poured out because of that last lingering hope that somehow, somewhere, they would meet again. And of all the things he would tell and share with her, apologize for his running away-
He stopped himself in his reverie and said a bit laconically, "There is a great pride to be had to know that your mother was a savior to her people. She did not pass in vain, as we can see today."
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Aidalla
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 27
Appearance: Blonde
Blue Eyes
Average height and weight
Delicate appearance
Lovely
***
Equipment: Twin daggers
Camping/Survival gear
Flute
Baskets
Herbs and other remedies
***
Skills and Abilities: Basic self defense
Music, singing and playing
Trapping and small game hunting
Basic healing
***
Biography: A more recent arrival on Trinity Island, she is used to wandering as a guardian of the Usque. Her fleet had been killed for the most part, save for one or two besides her who had survived. She is more of a lone wanderer at the moment.
Registered: Dec 17, 2023 20:40:58 GMT -5
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Post by Aidalla on Apr 30, 2024 14:06:14 GMT -5
She wasn’t sure how to reply, the funny plum was definitely doing something. She stared up at the canopy of the tree she was under. She was listening of course, it wasn’t computing as quickly as normal. She glanced over to the man and blinked a few times before she sighed and looked back to the canopy. “Croeria was a powerful mage who had, in her possession, a scepter that was adorned with gems enchanted each by the elements... water, earth, wind, and fire. The crown allowed the user to control the weather in the area."
She rolled to her side and started idly plucking at the blades of grass, the glow of her skin reflecting her fascination with the way it seemed to move as if toward her touch, and the fact she was high off of the fruit she had eaten.
“The scepter was coveted by many, some said it wasn’t fair that she wouldn’t use it to help her people, but magic has consequences. She was killed over it, but luckily one of her daughters escaped with it and it was dismantled. The gems were buried in the four corners of the world. They should have been destroyed altogether, and many generations later, one of our princesses would inevitably go to collect them to do as much and they fell into the wrong hands. The scepter was rebuilt not long before the end of the old world, there was a great war after the kingdom of Medan was felled by the enemy.” She paused and gave a great stretch.
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