The Beast of Tindalin Forest
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 76
Equipment: Leather armor, short sword, dagger, a bow, quiver of arrows, and basic camping supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled survivalist, fighter, hunter, and thief with a natural ability to shape-shift into a Panther.
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Biography: Beast hasn't thought on where he came from in a long time, his early life nearly forgotten to the point he barely recalls his real name. He was taken captive by Dark Elves looking for slaves, dragged into the Under Dark he was sold to a fighting pit. He spent years trapped under the earth, barely surviving the sadistic events he was thrown into but they slowly turned him into an exceptional fighter. Eventually, he managed to escape the fighting pits fleeing into far more dangerous wilds of the Underdark.
It took him two years before he finally found a route to the surface, his survival a testament to his luck and adaptability. When he finally saw the sun again it nearly blinded him and it took him weeks to recover. He found himself in human territory, he remembered enough of his former life on the surface to know he needed gold and had spent so long underground he wasn't picky about how he got it.
Turning to banditry, he robbed those he came across on the road. Eventually, thanks to his ability to shape-shift into a Panther, he became known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest the massive expanse of woodland straddling two different kingdoms where he made his home. He attracted fellow outlaws and formed his own gang, which eventually turned mercenary when a war broke out and one side started offering hefty sums of money in exchange for his band scouting the woods for them. This shift into more legitimate employ remained after the war, he and his band spent a few years going from conflict to conflict.
Eventually he and his men, The Beast's Rangers, were camping on the side of the mountain travelling toward a new contract. A cloud settled down around them so thick that they could barely see and when it lifted they found themselves... elsewhere.
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Allegiances: Captain of The Beast's Rangers
Registered: Jan 29, 2024 18:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Beast of Tindalin Forest on Feb 11, 2024 12:55:16 GMT -5
"You talk too much."
Beast said bluntly cutting her off before she could finish what she was saying about her friend. He had never dealt with anyone like her, honestly, it was kind of amusing. What kind of life had she led where she felt so comfortable taking control of a conversation where she was at a clear disadvantage? Maybe she was some kind of princess who had never had to deal with danger before, he had no idea.
"I tracked you down because I had questions for you, not because I wanted to answer yours. So all your people can change into cats? Why? How?"
She had confirmed for him that her ability was at least somewhat similar to his, evidently, her turning into a small cat wasn't common. Perhaps he had come from the same people she did? He couldn't remember much about his childhood, he'd been focused on staying alive and what little he could recollect was vague at best. Plains for sure, which she'd mentioned, a pair of kind faces he assumed had been his parents, the vague idea of happiness an emotion he struggled with these days.
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Avarille Goldenthorn
Established
How does this always happen to me?
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 74
Appearance: Diminutive even for her particular species of Elf, Avarille is exactly five feet tall. She has a delicate bone structure that is rather in opposition to her toned musculature, developed from years of roaming around doing questionably intelligent things. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders and is a brilliant red-gold color, formed into wild curls and generally worn free. She has big brown eyes, so dark that they almost look black, that only make her look more innocent, especially when taken into consideration with her pixie-like features -- full lips that are almost always smiling, a button nose, and the high-arched cheekbones that most species of Elves seem to possess. Typically, she wears a pair of knee-high laced boots in tan, with breeches of the same color, a white shirt beneath a dark brown vest, and an odd short-cut green coat with long sleeves and a hood.
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Equipment: Ava carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, two long knives (the blades themselves are about two feet long) with brown leather-wrapped grips, worn in sheaths at either hip, and a belt with an assortment of pouches carrying spare bowstrings, a whetstone, and various shiny things she picks up during her travels. She carries a satchel where she keeps a length of rope and food supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Ava is an expert archer and an adept combatant. Like most Elves, she is skilled at blending into her surroundings and veritably disappearing when she wants to, especially in the trees. And that's about where her good traits end -- she's hilariously clumsy, especially for an Elf, and can't dance or carry a tune to save her life. A unique ability of the Neluri Elves, of which she is one, is the ability to transform into a feline shape -- in Avarille's case, it's an ocelot.
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Biography: Avarille was born in the Plains of Neluri as all her kind were, and she had a relatively happy life. Her mother was kind and gentle, her father stern and duty-driven, but they loved her dearly. She had a fairly carefree childhood, until the day when she was out in the Plains with her best friend, Erevin. A raiding party of Dark Elves appeared and took him captive, nearly getting Ava in the process. She managed to escape, but has lived with the guilt of seeing her best friend taken every day of her life. She had just reached adulthood when her parents announced that she was to marry the son of their peoples' leader, a prospect that horrified Ava, not only because she had no desire to marry, but *especially* not Maldreth Tanir. In the middle of the night, she packed her weapons and some supplies, and left. Venturing beyond the edges of the Plains of Neluri was forbidden to her people, but a need to escape her fate and a desire for adventure led her to do just that. She had many adventures and met many people, but bad luck seemed to plague her wherever she went.. which is what led to her ending up trapped in a box in her feline form, put on a ship, and sent to Goddess only knew where.
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Allegiances: Freedom!
Place of Residence: ..In a box.
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 13:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by Avarille Goldenthorn on Feb 12, 2024 21:38:13 GMT -5
She sputtered indignantly at being told she talked too much. It wasn't the first time she'd been told such a thing, but that didn't make it any less offensive. Then she folded her arms and literally pouted at his follow-up statement.
"I didn't even ask any questions.. except the ones you ignored a couple of minutes ago."
This guy was seriously rude. First he chased her as a panther, then he threatened to shoot her, then he said she talked too much! Well now it was time for her to use his own words against him, and she smirked as she arched a brow.
"You sure you want me to tell you? It'll involve me doing a lot of talking."
Take that, jerk.
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The Beast of Tindalin Forest
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 76
Equipment: Leather armor, short sword, dagger, a bow, quiver of arrows, and basic camping supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled survivalist, fighter, hunter, and thief with a natural ability to shape-shift into a Panther.
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Biography: Beast hasn't thought on where he came from in a long time, his early life nearly forgotten to the point he barely recalls his real name. He was taken captive by Dark Elves looking for slaves, dragged into the Under Dark he was sold to a fighting pit. He spent years trapped under the earth, barely surviving the sadistic events he was thrown into but they slowly turned him into an exceptional fighter. Eventually, he managed to escape the fighting pits fleeing into far more dangerous wilds of the Underdark.
It took him two years before he finally found a route to the surface, his survival a testament to his luck and adaptability. When he finally saw the sun again it nearly blinded him and it took him weeks to recover. He found himself in human territory, he remembered enough of his former life on the surface to know he needed gold and had spent so long underground he wasn't picky about how he got it.
Turning to banditry, he robbed those he came across on the road. Eventually, thanks to his ability to shape-shift into a Panther, he became known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest the massive expanse of woodland straddling two different kingdoms where he made his home. He attracted fellow outlaws and formed his own gang, which eventually turned mercenary when a war broke out and one side started offering hefty sums of money in exchange for his band scouting the woods for them. This shift into more legitimate employ remained after the war, he and his band spent a few years going from conflict to conflict.
Eventually he and his men, The Beast's Rangers, were camping on the side of the mountain travelling toward a new contract. A cloud settled down around them so thick that they could barely see and when it lifted they found themselves... elsewhere.
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Allegiances: Captain of The Beast's Rangers
Registered: Jan 29, 2024 18:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Beast of Tindalin Forest on Feb 13, 2024 19:58:55 GMT -5
"I wasn't listening, I just assumed."
He said with a shrug of his shoulders. Rude was definitely one way to put it but he was just honest, life hadn't furnished him with a lot of time to develop his social graces.
"And now that you've pointed that out, I am reconsidering how much I care." He jostled his bow lightly in his hands as he spoke, seriously contemplating why he even cared. "I guess I want to know. Doesn't seem like it will make much of a difference at this point but I am curious." Considering his feline nature, this was both natural and potentially cause to be concerned but he'd made up his mind.
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Avarille Goldenthorn
Established
How does this always happen to me?
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 74
Appearance: Diminutive even for her particular species of Elf, Avarille is exactly five feet tall. She has a delicate bone structure that is rather in opposition to her toned musculature, developed from years of roaming around doing questionably intelligent things. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders and is a brilliant red-gold color, formed into wild curls and generally worn free. She has big brown eyes, so dark that they almost look black, that only make her look more innocent, especially when taken into consideration with her pixie-like features -- full lips that are almost always smiling, a button nose, and the high-arched cheekbones that most species of Elves seem to possess. Typically, she wears a pair of knee-high laced boots in tan, with breeches of the same color, a white shirt beneath a dark brown vest, and an odd short-cut green coat with long sleeves and a hood.
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Equipment: Ava carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, two long knives (the blades themselves are about two feet long) with brown leather-wrapped grips, worn in sheaths at either hip, and a belt with an assortment of pouches carrying spare bowstrings, a whetstone, and various shiny things she picks up during her travels. She carries a satchel where she keeps a length of rope and food supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Ava is an expert archer and an adept combatant. Like most Elves, she is skilled at blending into her surroundings and veritably disappearing when she wants to, especially in the trees. And that's about where her good traits end -- she's hilariously clumsy, especially for an Elf, and can't dance or carry a tune to save her life. A unique ability of the Neluri Elves, of which she is one, is the ability to transform into a feline shape -- in Avarille's case, it's an ocelot.
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Biography: Avarille was born in the Plains of Neluri as all her kind were, and she had a relatively happy life. Her mother was kind and gentle, her father stern and duty-driven, but they loved her dearly. She had a fairly carefree childhood, until the day when she was out in the Plains with her best friend, Erevin. A raiding party of Dark Elves appeared and took him captive, nearly getting Ava in the process. She managed to escape, but has lived with the guilt of seeing her best friend taken every day of her life. She had just reached adulthood when her parents announced that she was to marry the son of their peoples' leader, a prospect that horrified Ava, not only because she had no desire to marry, but *especially* not Maldreth Tanir. In the middle of the night, she packed her weapons and some supplies, and left. Venturing beyond the edges of the Plains of Neluri was forbidden to her people, but a need to escape her fate and a desire for adventure led her to do just that. She had many adventures and met many people, but bad luck seemed to plague her wherever she went.. which is what led to her ending up trapped in a box in her feline form, put on a ship, and sent to Goddess only knew where.
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Allegiances: Freedom!
Place of Residence: ..In a box.
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 13:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by Avarille Goldenthorn on Feb 14, 2024 12:49:49 GMT -5
Of course he wasn't listening. The jackass. She scowled at him, an expression that only grew more intense as he said he was reconsidering his desire for her to answer his questions, given she'd have to relate quite a bit of her peoples' history in order to tell it. He apparently cared enough to hear it, though, and she perked up slightly at that. Settling on the ground in a comfortable manner, with her legs folded in front of her and her hands resting on her knees, Ava began her tale.
"Long ago, our people lived on a different world, and worshiped a whole pantheon of Elven gods -- they represented everything from the sun and stars, to homemaking and metalworking. But eventually, humans discovered us, and at first, our relationship was tentatively friendly. Then humans discovered our magic, our long lives, and they became jealous. So they began to persecute us, accusing us of treachery, of seeking to topple their leaders and install ourselves as their masters. Our people fled, praying to their gods to save them, but they were all silent.
"All except Nelu. Nelu is the Goddess of Harvest.. and Felines. She opened up a way to a new world, promising our people that she would save them and bless them, if they would worship her and her alone. They agreed, and fled to the new world, finding themselves in an endless plain of golden grass, with a lone tall mountain in the distance. Nelu bade them build their homes at the base of the mountain, and construct a temple at its peak to worship her. They toiled for years, constructing a temple worthy of her, and when it was done, she blessed our people with the ability to take a second form -- a feline form that suited their true nature, which they gained upon reaching maturity. And thus, the Neluri Elves came to be.
"Every feline form is said to tell something about the true nature of the one who wears that shape, but you probably don't care to hear what yours would say about you, if you were one of my people."
She lifted a hand, studying her nails absently. Yes, she was baiting him. But he was an annoying jerk, so she figured it was fair. She was also pretty sure this wasn't Erevin. Erevin had been kind and brave and fun-loving, nothing like this hard man before her. Then again.. she imagined being taken and probably enslaved by Dark Elves would have done some things to his personality... She glanced askance at the male across from her, considering.
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The Beast of Tindalin Forest
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 76
Equipment: Leather armor, short sword, dagger, a bow, quiver of arrows, and basic camping supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled survivalist, fighter, hunter, and thief with a natural ability to shape-shift into a Panther.
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Biography: Beast hasn't thought on where he came from in a long time, his early life nearly forgotten to the point he barely recalls his real name. He was taken captive by Dark Elves looking for slaves, dragged into the Under Dark he was sold to a fighting pit. He spent years trapped under the earth, barely surviving the sadistic events he was thrown into but they slowly turned him into an exceptional fighter. Eventually, he managed to escape the fighting pits fleeing into far more dangerous wilds of the Underdark.
It took him two years before he finally found a route to the surface, his survival a testament to his luck and adaptability. When he finally saw the sun again it nearly blinded him and it took him weeks to recover. He found himself in human territory, he remembered enough of his former life on the surface to know he needed gold and had spent so long underground he wasn't picky about how he got it.
Turning to banditry, he robbed those he came across on the road. Eventually, thanks to his ability to shape-shift into a Panther, he became known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest the massive expanse of woodland straddling two different kingdoms where he made his home. He attracted fellow outlaws and formed his own gang, which eventually turned mercenary when a war broke out and one side started offering hefty sums of money in exchange for his band scouting the woods for them. This shift into more legitimate employ remained after the war, he and his band spent a few years going from conflict to conflict.
Eventually he and his men, The Beast's Rangers, were camping on the side of the mountain travelling toward a new contract. A cloud settled down around them so thick that they could barely see and when it lifted they found themselves... elsewhere.
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Allegiances: Captain of The Beast's Rangers
Registered: Jan 29, 2024 18:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Beast of Tindalin Forest on Feb 14, 2024 20:03:04 GMT -5
"You already seem think I'm on of your people. You started by calling them our people." He said with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "All the elves I've ever met were assholes, most of the humans I've met were also assholes. So I don't doubt the truth in your story, kind of surprised its a blessing from a goddess. Either I'm not on of your people or she's not that picky about the worship thing because I've never prayed to her."
Or maybe he had? Honestly, he did have some faint memory of hoping things would get better long ago. They hadn't, life had continued to be terrible and he'd started focusing on the present because it was the easiest way to stay alive. Memories didn't help, they'd only hurt, so he'd stopped thinking about the past.
"As for what my form says about me, I already know. I'm a beast, a monster, a big black cat that is really good at stalking and killing prey. It's what I do." He said with a slight shrug of his shoulders, he didn't think that she would offer any insight into himself he didn't already have.
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Avarille Goldenthorn
Established
How does this always happen to me?
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 74
Appearance: Diminutive even for her particular species of Elf, Avarille is exactly five feet tall. She has a delicate bone structure that is rather in opposition to her toned musculature, developed from years of roaming around doing questionably intelligent things. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders and is a brilliant red-gold color, formed into wild curls and generally worn free. She has big brown eyes, so dark that they almost look black, that only make her look more innocent, especially when taken into consideration with her pixie-like features -- full lips that are almost always smiling, a button nose, and the high-arched cheekbones that most species of Elves seem to possess. Typically, she wears a pair of knee-high laced boots in tan, with breeches of the same color, a white shirt beneath a dark brown vest, and an odd short-cut green coat with long sleeves and a hood.
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Equipment: Ava carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, two long knives (the blades themselves are about two feet long) with brown leather-wrapped grips, worn in sheaths at either hip, and a belt with an assortment of pouches carrying spare bowstrings, a whetstone, and various shiny things she picks up during her travels. She carries a satchel where she keeps a length of rope and food supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Ava is an expert archer and an adept combatant. Like most Elves, she is skilled at blending into her surroundings and veritably disappearing when she wants to, especially in the trees. And that's about where her good traits end -- she's hilariously clumsy, especially for an Elf, and can't dance or carry a tune to save her life. A unique ability of the Neluri Elves, of which she is one, is the ability to transform into a feline shape -- in Avarille's case, it's an ocelot.
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Biography: Avarille was born in the Plains of Neluri as all her kind were, and she had a relatively happy life. Her mother was kind and gentle, her father stern and duty-driven, but they loved her dearly. She had a fairly carefree childhood, until the day when she was out in the Plains with her best friend, Erevin. A raiding party of Dark Elves appeared and took him captive, nearly getting Ava in the process. She managed to escape, but has lived with the guilt of seeing her best friend taken every day of her life. She had just reached adulthood when her parents announced that she was to marry the son of their peoples' leader, a prospect that horrified Ava, not only because she had no desire to marry, but *especially* not Maldreth Tanir. In the middle of the night, she packed her weapons and some supplies, and left. Venturing beyond the edges of the Plains of Neluri was forbidden to her people, but a need to escape her fate and a desire for adventure led her to do just that. She had many adventures and met many people, but bad luck seemed to plague her wherever she went.. which is what led to her ending up trapped in a box in her feline form, put on a ship, and sent to Goddess only knew where.
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Allegiances: Freedom!
Place of Residence: ..In a box.
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 13:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by Avarille Goldenthorn on Feb 14, 2024 21:01:29 GMT -5
"In truth, I've been wondering if you're my childhood best friend. He was taken by Dark Elves when we were just children, before we gained our feline shapes."
No reason not to just lay it out there. His assessment of his own feline shape's meaning, though, drew a frown to her lips, and sympathy to her eyes. Then she shook her head, choosing to keep her mouth shut. Like she'd said, he probably wouldn't care about her assessment of him being a black panther, so she wasn't going to waste her breath. Not when he was probably just going to cut her off and tell her she talked too much again. But she also obviously wasn't going anywhere, since he'd threatened to shoot her if she tried. So she just.. sat there, fidgeting. It started out as picking at one of her nails, moved on to twirling one of her golden-red curls, and soon became her looking around at every bird and little critter that made a sound. She was.. easily distracted, and easily bored.
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The Beast of Tindalin Forest
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 76
Equipment: Leather armor, short sword, dagger, a bow, quiver of arrows, and basic camping supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled survivalist, fighter, hunter, and thief with a natural ability to shape-shift into a Panther.
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Biography: Beast hasn't thought on where he came from in a long time, his early life nearly forgotten to the point he barely recalls his real name. He was taken captive by Dark Elves looking for slaves, dragged into the Under Dark he was sold to a fighting pit. He spent years trapped under the earth, barely surviving the sadistic events he was thrown into but they slowly turned him into an exceptional fighter. Eventually, he managed to escape the fighting pits fleeing into far more dangerous wilds of the Underdark.
It took him two years before he finally found a route to the surface, his survival a testament to his luck and adaptability. When he finally saw the sun again it nearly blinded him and it took him weeks to recover. He found himself in human territory, he remembered enough of his former life on the surface to know he needed gold and had spent so long underground he wasn't picky about how he got it.
Turning to banditry, he robbed those he came across on the road. Eventually, thanks to his ability to shape-shift into a Panther, he became known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest the massive expanse of woodland straddling two different kingdoms where he made his home. He attracted fellow outlaws and formed his own gang, which eventually turned mercenary when a war broke out and one side started offering hefty sums of money in exchange for his band scouting the woods for them. This shift into more legitimate employ remained after the war, he and his band spent a few years going from conflict to conflict.
Eventually he and his men, The Beast's Rangers, were camping on the side of the mountain travelling toward a new contract. A cloud settled down around them so thick that they could barely see and when it lifted they found themselves... elsewhere.
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Allegiances: Captain of The Beast's Rangers
Registered: Jan 29, 2024 18:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Beast of Tindalin Forest on Feb 15, 2024 19:50:25 GMT -5
"Maybe, I spent a lot of time in the Underdark." He said, had that been what she'd been on about earlier? He studied her and tried to decide if she looked familiar. She was fidgeting a lot, that tickled something in his brain for a moment and for a second he felt the shape of a memory in his mind but it faded.
"Probably best to just assume I'm not and your friend is dead though. Cause whoever I was before the Underdark died a longtime ago so I could survive. Anyway, thanks for answering my questions. Bye." As he said that he backed away from her until he finally turned, put his weapon away, and then took off in his panther form.
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