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 Feb 8, 2023 16:38:30 GMT -5
South of Port Sylverion and the forest of birds is a large pond. It is heavily surrounded by flora, with leaves often dipping into the surface of the water. True to its name, hundreds of lily pads float along the surface. There is a hill to the east, where floodwaters often trickle down to fill the pond, and a groove to the west where there is sometimes a river during the rainy season, but it is usually dry.
Built just above the water are the runes of what appears to be a house, though its definite purpose is unknown. It is a ghost of what it once was, but it has a gorgeous view of the pond even now.
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Maiden
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the Maneater
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 27
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Appearance: Unlike most Tueima, Maiden carries a more human complexion alongside her vibrant blue akin. To add to her many oddities among the fishfolk, she possesses a pair of breasts similar to a human's, though they are half-formed and covered in scales. She has no legs, propelling herself forward with a powerful tail instead. From the sides of her head she has two large spinous fins, several of which show up along her body in various shades of blue, either taut or soft to help her swim with ease. Her hair is the same color as her scales but does not have the same texture as human hair, replaced instead by fine blades that help her slide through the water instead of weighing her down.
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Skills and Abilities: Maiden makes use of a good amount of magic, but it is hardly at the forefront of her repertoire. It is only used for the most resilient of sailors who decide to resist her natural charms. Otherwise, she hides a neurotoxin in her sharp bite, and while it would take quite a bit of effort to make it fatal, it can make moving so exhausting that wading through the water would become too much of a chore to bare.
Registered: Jan 4, 2023 3:52:56 GMT -5
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Post by Maiden on Feb 8, 2023 19:03:08 GMT -5
Upon one of the large, mossy stones in the pond clung a fish-woman, awake with a start and a bewildered look at her surroundings. Instinctively, she dipped below the water, heart racing so fast it drummed in her ears. How did she get here? And Gods below, why did her body hurt? She checked over her iridescent scales, gleaming blue to purple, and struggled to remember where every tear and bruise came from.
The weeks following...
She'd been courting him a while, now. At first, it was from far away: she would peak her head out from the waves far offshore, make sure he caught sight of her, then flitted away without a word. The next day, she would show up closer, and do this again until she was at the shore. Then, she would disappear for a while, make him curious. Make him look into the water hoping to see a flicker of confirmation that she was ever there at all. Just when he was ready to give up, she would appear in a tidepool below, gazing at him with a smile. From then on, she knew he would visit her every day, no matter who or what else wanted to take his attention.
It was mostly him at first, because she didn't want him to know she could speak, but he would give her long stories about his day, about Captain Naoki and Grandma, about the brazen girl Nina who was smacked by the marshal, Alden, but how he'd been a hero of Isra in the past. He spoke about a green fairy that flitted about the town and how she'd grown her home from a tree. He mentioned Roxanne, once a noblewoman, now a warrior for hire who could do nothing but complain and who was bad at fishing. He told her about the Imilla tribe and their leader, Coatl, and his spirit familiar, Cuate. He laughed when he mentioned a lady that would often visit Coatl, and how he'd never seen a flame burn so slowly. There was a purple woman, Shyv'Ahna, who could command lightning, but only a little, who had a caravan in the woods. He told her so many things.
This was her task, as it had always been. She spent days on the outskirts of Port Sylverion, gathering information on it to report back to Patriarch, Paragon and the rest of the Tueima. It was a long journey, so this time she spent several weeks there, sleeping in dark caves in the tidepools for safety, away from much bigger predators in the deep. Singling someone out was difficult, but eventually she found a lonely dockhand who would spend long hours looking out at sea. After the longest time, she learned his name was Vidaris.
There was always a bit of a risk to obtaining information from these people. It was so easy to form an attachment, to come to love them in some way, but she only had one home and one family. She only had one duty. Knowing this didn't make things easier.
On the last day, while watching the sun go down, they were holding hands. After a long silence, he told her about all he'd lost in the flood: a wife, a brother, a son. He then told her that this was the first time he'd felt peace since the world ended, and that he had her to thank.
Hours later...
Every time, she told herself it was the last time. Be it force of habit or possession; she did not know. Perhaps it was because it was all she knew. She dwelled over these thoughts, weeping in a pool of red water, holding a blue locket in her fist with paintings of a happy family inside. There was bruising around her neck and fingernail scratches on her arms. She curled up on the cool rocks and wailed.
As the fishfolk ran her fingers over the displaced scales on her arms, her face soured. That explained those, but it didn't explain how she got here. An ache spread through her face into the back of her head. Did she smack it on something? How? It would explain the loss of memory. Maybe, just maybe, she came here after being attacked. That had to be it.
Pushing past her injuries, the woman flicked her tail and explored the pond. There was likely a passageway into the ocean from here. She flipped over every rock and explored every crevice over the next hour. It was not a big pool of water, much to her chagrin, and other than the lily pads, there weren't any places to hide or squeeze through to escape. This made no sense. Perhaps some of the man's friends found her and tried to kill her? Maybe they deposited her here as punishment. Did that mean they were coming back? She was sure she cleaned up the scene. She was always so good at it. No one could ever suspect-
Earlier...
There was a rushing. What was a sunny day became a torrent of wind and rain, splattering her with icy cold water. There was a loud crash, taking her attention out to sea, toward the horizon. The scene in the distance was incomprehensible. Two giant beings fighting in the water? It goaded enough of her attention that she paid no mind to the receding water, leaving her stranded and vulnerable in the tide pools. It was only when the smaller being was crushed in the hands of the other that she saw the tsunami heading straight for her with no way to swim deep enough to escape.
She could scream, but that was all she could do when the waters took her.
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145 
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Feb 20, 2023 17:36:47 GMT -5
It was such a nice day.
At the very least, it was now. The freak storm from earlier still lingered at the edges of Sylvanie’s mind, as much as she made the attempt to push it away. Something about it just refused to leave her. The thundering, the torrent. The massive wave she could see on the horizon. It called back awful memories. And that wasn’t even mentioning the figures in the distance, though she wasn’t sure if those were real or merely figures of the storm. It was hard to tell through the tears and panic screams.
But that was no matter. What was more interesting to her, though, was the magnificent scene she’d stumbled upon on the day’s walk. Life in the Israns’ town was grand, and her regular trips to help the foresters was usually enough nature to calm her, but today she was yearning for something to be like it used to. The forest, she thought, would provide that.
And provide it did, providing her with a beautiful pond adorned with lily pads and dappling sunlight. With glorious rocks and abandoned homes to climb about, and with a lovely dock to walk along. A lovely place to sit and simply kick her feet in the water.
Which is what she decided to do. Sylvanie skipped over to the edge of the dock, humming a tune as she did so, and sat with her feet over the edge, playfully kicking at the surface. Enjoying the forest that oh-so reminded her of where she used to be.
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Maiden
New
the Maneater
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 27
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Appearance: Unlike most Tueima, Maiden carries a more human complexion alongside her vibrant blue akin. To add to her many oddities among the fishfolk, she possesses a pair of breasts similar to a human's, though they are half-formed and covered in scales. She has no legs, propelling herself forward with a powerful tail instead. From the sides of her head she has two large spinous fins, several of which show up along her body in various shades of blue, either taut or soft to help her swim with ease. Her hair is the same color as her scales but does not have the same texture as human hair, replaced instead by fine blades that help her slide through the water instead of weighing her down.
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Skills and Abilities: Maiden makes use of a good amount of magic, but it is hardly at the forefront of her repertoire. It is only used for the most resilient of sailors who decide to resist her natural charms. Otherwise, she hides a neurotoxin in her sharp bite, and while it would take quite a bit of effort to make it fatal, it can make moving so exhausting that wading through the water would become too much of a chore to bare.
Registered: Jan 4, 2023 3:52:56 GMT -5
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Post by Maiden on Aug 26, 2023 20:36:36 GMT -5
It had been hours.
The mermaid sulked at the bottom of the pond, debating her options. In truth, she had none. There was no telling how far away the sea was, even if she was desperate enough to wriggle her way across land long enough to find it. She couldn't hear it from where she was, which was a bad enough sign. At the very least, no one was coming by to hunt her, but what would she do if no one came by at all?
It was then that a splash and a hum disturbed the water above. Startled, the fishfolk whipped beneath a tangle of watery plants, only her eyes peeking out from the rich greens and reds of the foliage. Those feet looked... human, but smaller. Perhaps it was a child? And maybe a child would be easy to grab and hold hostage so she could get help. No, no- she was getting ahead of herself. Better now to investigate, make sure of her situation.
Slowly, she waded out from her hiding spot but kept to the sides of the pond. When it looked like the small being's head was turned, she ascended gently, until the first half of her face was barely above the water.
Those eyes widened.
Wings? A fairy? She had never witnessed one in the past! The sight had her staring a little too long.
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Aug 28, 2023 20:48:01 GMT -5
Sylvanie giggled as she watched the bug flit about around her. It reminded her of a dragonfly, a beautiful little creature she’d seen back home, but something about it was different. The wing shape, or maybe the colors. Her memory of the original was too foggy to pinpoint.
As her attention turned away from the insect, a new shape out the corner of her eye caught her attention. She turned around to look at it, before gasping. A new person! One she hadn’t met before. Something about her seemed different, as well. Less like the people of Port Argentium. Different from them much in the same way she was. That spoke to her.
The faeschild rolled over, landing on her stomach with her head propped up on her hands, feet now kicking in the air as her wings fluttered with excitement. “Oh hello!” She said cheerily to the nice lady in the water. “I’m Sylvanie. What’s your name miss?”
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Maiden
New
the Maneater
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 27
_____________________
Appearance: Unlike most Tueima, Maiden carries a more human complexion alongside her vibrant blue akin. To add to her many oddities among the fishfolk, she possesses a pair of breasts similar to a human's, though they are half-formed and covered in scales. She has no legs, propelling herself forward with a powerful tail instead. From the sides of her head she has two large spinous fins, several of which show up along her body in various shades of blue, either taut or soft to help her swim with ease. Her hair is the same color as her scales but does not have the same texture as human hair, replaced instead by fine blades that help her slide through the water instead of weighing her down.
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Skills and Abilities: Maiden makes use of a good amount of magic, but it is hardly at the forefront of her repertoire. It is only used for the most resilient of sailors who decide to resist her natural charms. Otherwise, she hides a neurotoxin in her sharp bite, and while it would take quite a bit of effort to make it fatal, it can make moving so exhausting that wading through the water would become too much of a chore to bare.
Registered: Jan 4, 2023 3:52:56 GMT -5
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Post by Maiden on Oct 10, 2023 18:05:01 GMT -5
With a definitive bloop!, the blue mermaid retreated beneath the water, her eyes staring at the fairy from just below the lilypads. Nothing about the creature was threatening, it just... surprised her, is all. After a solid moment of observing, the Tueima woman rose slowly out from the water, parting two of the lilypads as she did. She was hesitant and narrowed her eyes.
"... we speak the same tongue," she pointed out, keeping her distance. "I thought fey spoke in the language of madness." As she was always told by Legend and the older Tueima.
"You can call me Maiden. Where... are we?"
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Sylvanie Autumndaughter
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 145
Age: 43, though she looks closer to her mid twenties, going by human standards
Appearance: She has auburn hair, like that of fall leaves, that falls down to about her waist, as well as a golden-yellow pair of eyes and pale skin. Her clothing is very nature inspired, appearing to be made of sewn leaves and tree bark, as well as vines for straps and a belt. She usually goes around barefooted(though she has a vine tied around her left ankle) and comes no taller than 5'4" She has a thin frame and clear skin, except for a very slight scar on the top of her right hand, and she bares a pair of translucent wings similar to those of an insect, like a butterfly, though they appear too small to lift her.
Equipment: As she arrived on the Isle she had no equipment to write about, other than the clothes on her back and what appeared to be a dagger made out of wood.
Skills and Abilities: Before arriving here, she could commune with nature and help plants to grow, as well as speak with animals, fly, and cast a variety of nature and illusion based spells. Since arriving, most of her magic has waned significantly. If her spells work at all they take much longer to take hold, her understanding of animals has become much more broken, her flight has left her entirely, and the trees here seem to fall quiet or silent to her ears. Annoyingly, she still seems to hold the allergy to iron and steel that her mother's blood gives her.
Biography: Born of a human father and a fairy mother, Sylvanie was known in her world as a Faeschild. Raised by her mother in the world of magic the fairies inhabited, she learned many things about nature and magic, such as the fairy's ability to commune with it, the animals' nature as a part of it, and humanity's great fear of it. She was always quite naïve and fiery, her heart thirsting for adventure. However, she didn't get the chance before...it happened. She isn't entirely sure what it was, or what happened, but the next thing she new, she was coughing up seawater on the shore of a strange island. Who knows where it'll take her next?
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 0:02:55 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvanie Autumndaughter on Mar 30, 2024 19:32:02 GMT -5
Sylvanie giggled as Maiden went back into and came back out of the water. It seemed playful, in a way. Almost like a friendly, teasing gesture. At least to her eye. “Madness?” She questioned, tilting her head to the side. “No silly, the fae talk like nature! The trees, the grass, the birds, the tongue they speak. But that doesn’t mean we can’t speak the common tongue, too!”
She paused for a moment, bringing her hand to her mouth as she thought. “I’m not really sure what here is, Miss Maiden. Other than really pretty, at least!” She took a moment, looking around, before quickly turning back to Maiden, having realized something. “Oh! But there is this really nice city a ways north of here! Have you ever been to Port Argentium? It’s really nice. Not as nice as here though.” She took a deep breath, admiring the surroundings even more. “Oh! Actually, how’d you get here?”
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