Nomi
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Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 24
Appearance: A young, diminutive human with pale white hair and soft yellow eyes, donning simple robes befitting the life of a nomad. The robe's left sleeve has been ripped off completely, exposing runic tattoos along the length of their arm, and a fresh gash made by the claws of a monster. Though much of the rest of their skin is covered by their robes, the ends of more tattoos can be seen creeping along their neck and wrists.
Equipment: Their possessions are few in number - A gnarled wooden staff, a dagger, a leather pouch containing divining equipment, and the clothes on their back.
Skills and Abilities: Nomi is a Seer of their people before arriving in the Mists, and has limited capabilities in ways of divination. However, these talents are known by them to be unreliable at best - they prefer to rely on their wits in order to get by in the new world.
Registered: Jun 11, 2021 0:33:43 GMT -5
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Post by Nomi on Nov 30, 2021 19:10:06 GMT -5
Nomi certainly wasn't waiting around for the insectoid amalgam to fully emerge from the muck below. This was hardly the time for slack-jawed gestures of astonishment. The hell-deer was dead, the rain had stopped, and it was high time to... oh, what was it that Venerili girl had said once before? 'Get the hell out of dodge?'
Flying evidently wasn't an option, which Nomi supposed was just as well. After all, they had been running from things that were much bigger than they for most of their life. From monsters, to demons, to angry fruit vendors who didn't take kindly to having their wares sampled by children - when it came to cowardice, Nomi was simply the best there was.
"Alright." The nomad took a sharp breath inward, bearing an intrepid smirk in Khepri's direction. "We do this the old-fashioned way, then!"
Nomi choked up on their staff, hefting the column of wood behind their shoulders as one would wield a bat. With one swift motion, the Seer brought the staff down hard against the fading pool, angling the blow so that the water at its point of impact splashed forward in a wave. The water and its residual magic hit the writhing mass dead-center, searing through its chitinous form like acid through skin.
Not that Nomi was standing by to observe the results of their handiwork - they had already taken flight, company in tow. The very instant after the blow had been dealt, Nomi took Khepri's wrist in a vice grip and bolted in the opposite direction of the aberration, throwing caution to the wind.
"RUUUUUN!"
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Khepri Goldenfeather
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Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Dec 2, 2021 23:51:56 GMT -5
Just briefly, all was well. Khepri clung to Nomi, her body stiff with fear. It took everything she had to even turn her head to look at the seer, and when she did every muscle in her neck screamed at her. "Is... is it don-"
She cut off her own words with a scream. What stood before her didn't make any sense, even considering the feats of magic she'd witnessed in the past. All her life, she spent her time in the comfort of the oasis. Though they fought with their words, there were no public executions, no examples of brutishness in everyday life. To go from there to here? It was so horrifying she could hardly comprehend it. She felt her limbs render her useless as she froze in abject terror. It was only as Nomi tugged on her arm did her body respond, legs pumping one in front of the other.
How could they do that? Nomi, running as though it wasn't the most horrifying thing they'd ever seen, yelling as though they weren't choking on their own spit. How could they move? How could they do anything?
"... Nomi," she rasped. "Nomi what's happening."
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Faces in the Mist
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Roleplay posts: 50
Appearance: The mist swirls and whirls, whispering its secrets to whoever may listen.
Registered: Mar 19, 2021 19:13:05 GMT -5
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Post by Faces in the Mist on Dec 9, 2021 13:14:31 GMT -5
At a glance, Nomi's actions seemed almost pitiful. Facing a writhing mass of insectoid bodies, the splash of water looked hopelessly insufficient against the horror that the sludge had created. A moment later, however, the effect of the water became clear. Dead insects, limp worms, and curled spiders began tumbling from the front of the colony creature, the sludge no longer forcing them to cling to the bodies of the others. The mass shuddered, large chunks of wriggling bodies tumbling down into the glowing water with a hiss. The sludge dissolved, the dead bugs spreading out over the surface of the water like oil. However, it seemed that the pool's capacity to heal and purify had been stretched to its limit. As the two travelers fled, the water's glow vanished entirely, leaving it a dull, muddy brown. The pool, it seemed, had died.
Unfortunately, the same could not be said for the colony creature. Although only about half its original size, it was quickly gaining mass once more, calling more bugs from the muddy ground to form its spiny, chitinous body. While it rebuilt itself, it seemed uninterested in giving chase. If they ran now, Nomi and Khepri would likely be able to escape, leaving the cursed colony to rampage throughout the moors unchecked. If they chose to try and destroy it once and for all, however, its current weakened state would likely offer a brief opportunity to do so.
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Nomi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 24
Appearance: A young, diminutive human with pale white hair and soft yellow eyes, donning simple robes befitting the life of a nomad. The robe's left sleeve has been ripped off completely, exposing runic tattoos along the length of their arm, and a fresh gash made by the claws of a monster. Though much of the rest of their skin is covered by their robes, the ends of more tattoos can be seen creeping along their neck and wrists.
Equipment: Their possessions are few in number - A gnarled wooden staff, a dagger, a leather pouch containing divining equipment, and the clothes on their back.
Skills and Abilities: Nomi is a Seer of their people before arriving in the Mists, and has limited capabilities in ways of divination. However, these talents are known by them to be unreliable at best - they prefer to rely on their wits in order to get by in the new world.
Registered: Jun 11, 2021 0:33:43 GMT -5
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Post by Nomi on Dec 27, 2021 15:38:13 GMT -5
As far as Nomi was concerned, the decision had already been made. Turning around and fighting the creature head-on had never even crossed their mind - their only impulse had been to get Khepri, and get out fast. They had beaten the odds to have achieved even that much! Let the abomination fading into the forest behind them be a disaster for another day, and for a braver soul than they. Someone like Freyr, with the courage and fire in their heart to beat this horror back into darkness. But Nomi... they were just Nomi. What could they hope to do?
Nomi held Khepri's wrist tight, silently hoping that no spirit of heroism possessed the duralam to turn back. In their mind, they were already gone.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
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Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Dec 28, 2021 9:24:43 GMT -5
Thankfully, Nomi had nothing to worry about on that end. The duralam was no warrior, nor was she a hero. Flight and fright were the status quo; she knew when she was out of her arena. Court politics was her usual game, not battling some monstrosity.
Even though they left the horrific scene behind, Khepri's mind was still abuzz with the tremendous sounds it made. She felt it in her bones, the hum of the insects, the drumming of the rain, the rhythmic whack, whack, whack, of the deer's head against the tree.
"... Nomi," she mumbled, looking over her shoulder even when the monster vanished from their sight. "We're going to need an armada to survive these lands."
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Nomi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 24
Appearance: A young, diminutive human with pale white hair and soft yellow eyes, donning simple robes befitting the life of a nomad. The robe's left sleeve has been ripped off completely, exposing runic tattoos along the length of their arm, and a fresh gash made by the claws of a monster. Though much of the rest of their skin is covered by their robes, the ends of more tattoos can be seen creeping along their neck and wrists.
Equipment: Their possessions are few in number - A gnarled wooden staff, a dagger, a leather pouch containing divining equipment, and the clothes on their back.
Skills and Abilities: Nomi is a Seer of their people before arriving in the Mists, and has limited capabilities in ways of divination. However, these talents are known by them to be unreliable at best - they prefer to rely on their wits in order to get by in the new world.
Registered: Jun 11, 2021 0:33:43 GMT -5
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Post by Nomi on Jan 2, 2022 14:08:50 GMT -5
"An armada would certainly be nice. Or at the very least, a strong drink." Nomi smiled weakly, trying their best to lighten the mood - but this time, it didn't last. The well of adrenaline that had allowed them to survive thus far had finally run dry, the mounting terror of their close encounter catching up with them at last. Their hands trembled, staff falling onto the wet soil beneath as they collapsed against the embrace of a blackened tree.
"Shit... i'm sorry, j-just... just need a minute." The seer hugged their legs to their chest, face buried in their knees in a vain attempt to keep Khepri from watching their panic unfold. On its own, their escape from the mire wouldn't have been enough to reduce them to this, but something about it all... it had broken a seal. All the grief, loss, and fear that they had shoved down and forced themself to grow numb to was being dredged up and brought to the surface, in all its bloated ugliness. The shaking had taken their whole body now, and they felt the first few tears slither down their cheeks.
"Shit, shit, shit..."
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Jan 2, 2022 15:03:21 GMT -5
Khepri witnessed Nomi collapse with a numb understanding. Her brain scrabbled desperately to distance her from the events they had only just escaped, not once, but twice now. The realness of it kept her there, but not grounded. Her knees shook like a dry branch in a strong breeze. Summoning what strength she had left, she took a step forward, then another, until she was upon the seer. It was here that her legs folded beneath her and she enveloped Nomi's back in an embrace. Her wings closed in around them, shielding them from the night.
She didn't speak for a long while. How could she? The duralam just kept Nomi close, arms wrapped tightly around their waist, cheek pressed against their back. Khepri did it for them as much as she did it for herself. With how drenched they were, she doubted they would feel her own tears make a spot on their neck.
The duralam didn't know how much time went by. Minutes? Hours? It did not matter. It was only then when the adrenaline and the fright ebbed enough to allow her to move and think, did she scoot to Nomi's side.
"Didn't take you for the type to rescue damsels," she joked quietly, reaching for their hand.
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Nomi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 24
Appearance: A young, diminutive human with pale white hair and soft yellow eyes, donning simple robes befitting the life of a nomad. The robe's left sleeve has been ripped off completely, exposing runic tattoos along the length of their arm, and a fresh gash made by the claws of a monster. Though much of the rest of their skin is covered by their robes, the ends of more tattoos can be seen creeping along their neck and wrists.
Equipment: Their possessions are few in number - A gnarled wooden staff, a dagger, a leather pouch containing divining equipment, and the clothes on their back.
Skills and Abilities: Nomi is a Seer of their people before arriving in the Mists, and has limited capabilities in ways of divination. However, these talents are known by them to be unreliable at best - they prefer to rely on their wits in order to get by in the new world.
Registered: Jun 11, 2021 0:33:43 GMT -5
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Post by Nomi on Jan 2, 2022 21:21:46 GMT -5
They sat there quietly for a long moment, Khepri's wings shielding both souls from the world outside. Nomi said nothing more, devoting all of their energy to the effort of steadying their breathing, trying to anchor themself in the warmth of Khepri's body, in the softness of her touch. Somewhere far above, a leaf trembled in the wind at the edge of a branch before snapping from its stem, fluttering away into the night.
The sound of the Duralam's voice was enough to bring a smile to Nomi's face, even as they wiped tears from their owlish eyes. "And I hardly took you for a damsel."
Nomi welcomed Khepri's hand into their own. It felt warm.
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Only when the tremors finally slowed to a stop did Nomi allow the tension to release from their body. Their head fell gently onto Khepri's feathered shoulder, their legs slinking from their chest and onto the floor. They were exhausted.
The seer's eyes wandered skyward, and against all odds, they soon found that their face had broken out into a smile. The first stars of nightfall were beginning to twinkle overhead, those beautiful silver friends that had brought them comfort so many nights before. They nudged Khepri, tilting their chin towards the sky in an unspoken invitation for her to join them in stargazing. As long as Nomi had stars... well, things couldn't be so bad, could they?
"I missed them, you know. I couldn't see them in all the time I spent lost in the mists. I didn't even have a chance to look at them properly, my first night here. Fell asleep before I had the chance." The fingers of one of Nomi's hands moved to link with Khepri's, while the other raised up to draw imaginary lines between the brightest stars in the night sky. "Isn't it incredible? An entirely different sky than the one we left behind. Constellations that haven't even been named yet."
Nomi smiled sweetly, outlining a pattern of seven stars with their finger. "I think... I'm going to call that one The Duralam."
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Khepri Goldenfeather
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Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Jan 3, 2022 13:56:09 GMT -5
Khepri couldn't help herself. She burst out into laughter while she wiped the tears away. She also began to trace stars with her finger, and with all the cleverness and charm rife in her culture as a Kor'Dura, she picked out several stars next to it, closing one eye to focus. "And I call that one The Nomad." She could see them in her mind gazing at one another.
Her grip tightened on Nomi's hand. They'd known each other two days and already she felt more trust in this stranger than she did in her estranged family. This was also the closest she'd been to another person, even considering Faisine, since she arrived. The duralam spent months and months with a crew that she hardly spoke to and kept her distance from. She couldn't trust anyone, not since her people's betrayal. Not after she gave so much and was left with nothing.
But here? Now? Even after witnessing horrors beyond belief, she was almost at peace.
"How could a world so cruel hold such wonders?" she asked. "Do you think there's more than monsters in this land, Nomi?"
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Nomi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 24
Appearance: A young, diminutive human with pale white hair and soft yellow eyes, donning simple robes befitting the life of a nomad. The robe's left sleeve has been ripped off completely, exposing runic tattoos along the length of their arm, and a fresh gash made by the claws of a monster. Though much of the rest of their skin is covered by their robes, the ends of more tattoos can be seen creeping along their neck and wrists.
Equipment: Their possessions are few in number - A gnarled wooden staff, a dagger, a leather pouch containing divining equipment, and the clothes on their back.
Skills and Abilities: Nomi is a Seer of their people before arriving in the Mists, and has limited capabilities in ways of divination. However, these talents are known by them to be unreliable at best - they prefer to rely on their wits in order to get by in the new world.
Registered: Jun 11, 2021 0:33:43 GMT -5
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Post by Nomi on Jan 4, 2022 21:32:42 GMT -5
Nomi beamed, genuine delight spreading across their face as they stared up at their own celestial avatar. "Its perfect."
Khepri's feelings of isolation mirrored Nomi's own. Their passage through the mists was the first time they had been without their clan in... well, ever. And stumbling into Khepri, the first face they had seen in days, or weeks or months... they didn't know how else to describe it. It was like falling back into a familiar pattern with an old friend. Or perhaps... was it something more? Even with the night air threatening to chill their bones, they couldn't help but feel a warmth rise into their chest at the feeling of her fingers wrapping around theirs.
Nomi took a deep breath, considering the Duralam's question. It was a question they themself had asked, time and time again, whenever the Dunespeakers faced horrors or hardship back on their homeland - of each of which, there was no shortage.
"There is certainly something to be said about matters of perspective. Perhaps I risk tempting fate by saying so, but..." The wanderer opened their palm back up to the starlit sky, taking in the vast beauty of it all. "If night never fell... we wouldn't have all this. Darkness may cloud our path, but when are able to see past it... it can only serve to make the stars shine even brighter."
Of course, Nomi wasn't really talking about stars anymore.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
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Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Jan 6, 2022 12:54:21 GMT -5
Khepri couldn't stifle the chuckle that made its way past her lips at Nomi's last commend. It wasn't because she was making fun of them, but because it gave her so much joy. The duralam leaned further into Nomi.
In a bought of thought brought on by their two-day history of running away together, Khepri was frowning. With a deep sigh, she let her eyes drop and her talons plant on the ground. "We're going to need to find a way to survive that isn't just running away. I'm sure it wouldn't be difficult to convince some wayward warrior to follow. Either that or one of us will have to pick up some level of martial prowess... and I don't know about you, but I'm not half as qualified as I look." She rolled her head over to look Nomi straight in the eyes with a smirk. "And we know how qualified that is." Her talons clicked on the ground.
Looking out into the night, Khepri contemplated their next dwelling, where they would go from there. "Where did you run in on me from?" she asked the nomad, curious.
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Nomi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 24
Appearance: A young, diminutive human with pale white hair and soft yellow eyes, donning simple robes befitting the life of a nomad. The robe's left sleeve has been ripped off completely, exposing runic tattoos along the length of their arm, and a fresh gash made by the claws of a monster. Though much of the rest of their skin is covered by their robes, the ends of more tattoos can be seen creeping along their neck and wrists.
Equipment: Their possessions are few in number - A gnarled wooden staff, a dagger, a leather pouch containing divining equipment, and the clothes on their back.
Skills and Abilities: Nomi is a Seer of their people before arriving in the Mists, and has limited capabilities in ways of divination. However, these talents are known by them to be unreliable at best - they prefer to rely on their wits in order to get by in the new world.
Registered: Jun 11, 2021 0:33:43 GMT -5
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Post by Nomi on Jan 6, 2022 21:16:35 GMT -5
Typically, Nomi would have responded to Khepri's coy advance by blushing furiously or dissolving into a puddle, but they lacked the energy for that kind of reaction at the moment. Instead, they simply smirked back at the duralam, narrowing their eyes at her playfully. "If you were half as qualified as you looked," they teased, "I'd wager you could best any swordfighter on the island."
She was right, of course. It was different before the flood, with their clan - traveling with family meant always being able to count on strength in numbers. And beyond that, they had been walking the expanse of Komali for generations, and knew its dangers from front to back. In this new place, every step was blind. No amount of preparation or foresight would be able to prepare them for the next horror lurking just around the corner. Unless, of course, the seer's own ability decided to start making itself more immediately useful. Nomi wasn't holding their breath on that one.
They followed Khepri's gaze out into the night, but only after their eyes had lingered on her for just a moment longer. "From a settlement to the north. Made up of a tribe of wayward warriors." Nomi chuckled back. "I doubt you'd be able to convince one to turn from their clan to join us, however. Even with your, ah... affinity for persuasion. But they are kind folk, and we will be able to rest there until we've been given a chance to steady ourselves."
Their thumb traveled along the ridge of Khepri's hand, feeling the softness of her skin. "I can take you back whenever you're ready to go."
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Jan 8, 2022 14:21:35 GMT -5
"Another settlement? It seems they are not so far between," said Khepri, though she couldn't be sure where the mist spat them out this time, or how far that mystical river carried them. Maybe it was a league, maybe it was one hundred. She smirked at Nomi's comment. "We need to find someone wayward and alone, not someone involved with their own allegiances," she explained. "In a land like this, we'll find them with ease."
Knowing that there was somewhere to retreat to that could be safe was a relief. No matter how much she convinced herself she was a loner now, that simply wasn't true. She was an outcast princess with no idea where she was going or what she was doing, and now, with Nomi, she couldn't just fly away from her problems. With Nomi there, she didn't want to, but she would never admit it.
"Let us. Before something else decides to go awry and hunt us down," urged Khepri. "It will be doing as much in my sleep, and Gods know I'll be sleeping."
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Nomi
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 24
Appearance: A young, diminutive human with pale white hair and soft yellow eyes, donning simple robes befitting the life of a nomad. The robe's left sleeve has been ripped off completely, exposing runic tattoos along the length of their arm, and a fresh gash made by the claws of a monster. Though much of the rest of their skin is covered by their robes, the ends of more tattoos can be seen creeping along their neck and wrists.
Equipment: Their possessions are few in number - A gnarled wooden staff, a dagger, a leather pouch containing divining equipment, and the clothes on their back.
Skills and Abilities: Nomi is a Seer of their people before arriving in the Mists, and has limited capabilities in ways of divination. However, these talents are known by them to be unreliable at best - they prefer to rely on their wits in order to get by in the new world.
Registered: Jun 11, 2021 0:33:43 GMT -5
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Post by Nomi on Jan 10, 2022 17:38:30 GMT -5
Nomi nodded in agreement, steadying themself against the tree to help them both up off the wilderness floor. The seer had begun to feel the symptoms of fatigue take hold, but though their body ached, nothing seemed broken or out of place.
"You may not believe me, but even being chased by that thing in my sleep would come as an improvement over my last dream." The seer stared once more up at the night sky, committing their position in relation to stars to memory. The more they traveled beneath their light, the easier it would be in time to safely navigate the island.
"Do you know the worst part about all this?" They asked, picking their staff up from the dirt. "Its going to take me weeks to get this awful mess out of my clothes."
The two wanderers made their way across the Moor, with only each other to keep from falling over as exhaustion threatened to take them. Each too tired to notice the faint speck of blue light that traced playfully over the grain of Nomi's staff.
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Nerys
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Roleplay posts: 2
Registered: Feb 11, 2024 15:23:23 GMT -5
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Post by Nerys on Mar 3, 2024 11:52:49 GMT -5
Another wave, another lapse of memory. What cruelty was this? Was it not Nantum who guided her? Or perhaps one of the other gods, spited from her adoration to her One, decided to punish her? A pittance she would give them if that's what they really wanted, but nothing that her goddess would miss. How dare they think they could turn her- even death was preferable to the thought.
Still, this was better than being stranded at sea. This moor was not so different from her homeland, and though it was wet and stunk of rot, it was solid land under her feet. Not only that, but she heard the trickle of a stream, and with much desperation, she crawled toward it, lapping up what she could. Her stomach was cavernous and threatened to collapse into itself. She would need to find food soon and forage for berries and eggs. Both had to be in abundance around here.
As Nerys' mind buzzed with the thoughts of going forward, they did quiet to leave thought for one:
Did Gaunt survive? By Nantum's mercy, she hoped he did.
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