Tanneth Woodburo
Dedicated
Hooked
Roleplay posts: 139 
Appearance: Tanneth is a lanky twenty-something around a head taller than the average person. He has wavy brown hair and vivid blue eyes. He has sharp facial features and is often seen sporting a round black hat with a yellow feather sticking out of it. He has a loose fitting tan shirt and loose grey slacks handing from his black leather belt.
Equipment: On his sides Tanneth keeps a small sack filled with coinage, his quill, and other small useful items and other bits and bobs, however he keeps a small dagger tied to his leg for self-defence.
Skills and Abilities: Tanneth isn't a fighter, but rather a poet. He has a gift in the artistic form to write poems of what he sees. His life before was spent much in that way, travelling place to place writing new poems of each location and what was current there.
Biography: Tanneth before he was taken to these isles was a wandering poet, before that... a farmer. He has gotten in a situation that ended with his wife's and mayor's death, it was an ugly situation that he was hunted down for, but his truth portrays the mayor as a disgusting individual who burned down his house.
Allegiances: as of now, none.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 19:13:12 GMT -5
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Post by Tanneth Woodburo on Nov 19, 2021 21:49:30 GMT -5
 In the midst of a sloping grassy field lies a rough dirt path leading towards a log cabin. It's construction is made from inter-locking logs but down from the nearby trees. Pitch within the cracks keeping the inside of the cabin warm and sealed. One side of its roof reaches down to the dirt grown with a wood and thatch construction, although what can be seen under the roof are rafters. Inside the cabin it is cozy, containing three main areas and an upper loft. The 1st of these areas is a cooking room, with hand-crafted tools for the preparation of food, the second is a central sitting area with a fire pit to keep them warm. Any smoke would funnel upwards through a small chimney-like structure that could be closed in times of rainfall. The last space is a work station with such hand-made tools such as a wooden loom. These tools are all crude at a glance, but are lovingly made and quite sturdy even if they lack any fancy engravings. In the loft was their bed, a soft pile of textile and fur that they had gathered, quite cozy and warm for any cold night. Outside the cabin was a porch-like overhanging roof where firelogs were kept. As well as an earthen clay oven, they had constructed much earlier to help them create the tools they needed. |
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Tanneth Woodburo
Dedicated
Hooked
Roleplay posts: 139
Appearance: Tanneth is a lanky twenty-something around a head taller than the average person. He has wavy brown hair and vivid blue eyes. He has sharp facial features and is often seen sporting a round black hat with a yellow feather sticking out of it. He has a loose fitting tan shirt and loose grey slacks handing from his black leather belt.
Equipment: On his sides Tanneth keeps a small sack filled with coinage, his quill, and other small useful items and other bits and bobs, however he keeps a small dagger tied to his leg for self-defence.
Skills and Abilities: Tanneth isn't a fighter, but rather a poet. He has a gift in the artistic form to write poems of what he sees. His life before was spent much in that way, travelling place to place writing new poems of each location and what was current there.
Biography: Tanneth before he was taken to these isles was a wandering poet, before that... a farmer. He has gotten in a situation that ended with his wife's and mayor's death, it was an ugly situation that he was hunted down for, but his truth portrays the mayor as a disgusting individual who burned down his house.
Allegiances: as of now, none.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 19:13:12 GMT -5
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Post by Tanneth Woodburo on Nov 19, 2021 22:20:12 GMT -5
Five weeks later...
Tanneth stood in front of the cabin, smiling at their creation. The man certainly felt a lot of pride in the building of this cabin. He had spent a better portion of his time gathering the supplies and helping Red when she needed him. Tanneth sat down in front of it, his mind tracing back the things he wanted to complete. He could easily drift into this permament abode, but he still yearned for something more.
Tanneth picked a blade of grass and stared at it. His mind drifting back and forth between what projects he could pursue. His mind lingered more, asking if they truly are alone on this mysterious isle. Perhaps they are, perhaps they are not.
Tanneth got off the ground and left to look for Red.
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