Caria
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 19
Appearance: She appears to have soft, reddish curls that tumble down her back in a shining mass. Her dark eyes are almost coal in color, though they do sometimes sparkle like black gems. She is of a taller height, perhaps, with curves that have not yet come to full bloom. She can be seen wearing the toga like clothing of her people.
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Equipment: A simple bow and arrows,
general stuff made by her people in the time before the cataclysm, a few changes of clothing and various small blades for the purposes of eating, hunting, and melee.
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Skills and Abilities: She is able to communicate with a companion animal through both signs and word commands.
Fishing, hunting, scavenging, scrounging, herbalism, cooking.
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Biography: She was a child of the Usque, part of the now dwindled army of women born in the vast, enchanted forest from the world before. She is a daughter of the Usque and fiercely devoted to those that had once ruled the forest.
Now she was on a new chapter in life. Very little else is known about her, as she keeps quiet for the most part.
Registered: May 23, 2023 13:55:44 GMT -5
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Post by Caria on May 23, 2023 16:03:29 GMT -5
The garden is built in a small section of land beyond the village. It has been taken care of by all the people in the village
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Caria
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 19
Appearance: She appears to have soft, reddish curls that tumble down her back in a shining mass. Her dark eyes are almost coal in color, though they do sometimes sparkle like black gems. She is of a taller height, perhaps, with curves that have not yet come to full bloom. She can be seen wearing the toga like clothing of her people.
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Equipment: A simple bow and arrows,
general stuff made by her people in the time before the cataclysm, a few changes of clothing and various small blades for the purposes of eating, hunting, and melee.
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Skills and Abilities: She is able to communicate with a companion animal through both signs and word commands.
Fishing, hunting, scavenging, scrounging, herbalism, cooking.
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Biography: She was a child of the Usque, part of the now dwindled army of women born in the vast, enchanted forest from the world before. She is a daughter of the Usque and fiercely devoted to those that had once ruled the forest.
Now she was on a new chapter in life. Very little else is known about her, as she keeps quiet for the most part.
Registered: May 23, 2023 13:55:44 GMT -5
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Post by Caria on May 23, 2023 16:32:14 GMT -5
She had made no effort to do more than sleep for the last several days, held down by the residual effect of the mist that still gripped at her mind. Caria had come close to madness, but the little fox that trotted about, sniffing at the air in as much curiosity as she. The woman knelt next to a rather healthy plot of root vegetables that reminded her of carrot. She picked at a yellow leave as one would, and let it fall to the ground beneath the rest of the plant to keep the circle of nourishment going. Then she straightened her form and headed toward a tree that was at the treeline, very obvious and very edible looking berries, she thought, seeing that there were a few baskets beneath that waiting for harvested fruit.
The fae woman fairly floated over and reached up to pluck a berry from the tree before popping it into her mouth. It was delightful. She picked several more before moving on at a sedate walk. She sampled a few of what the land seemed to have to offer, following the newly formed path that led through parts of the island. She claimed a basket from beneath one of the trees and began to pluck things from trees, leaving plenty for others, of course, as was the custom for her people for this was shared food and anyone could take something if they needed.
Soon enough, she found a spot in the shade, bursts of colors filling the landscape as the wild flowers reached toward a thickening canopy. There was a newly constructed bench. She sat and sampled at the variety she had plucked from the plants both in and out of the garden. Her eyes closed wearily, and her fox skittered about as foxes were wont to do.
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Shay, Night-Walker
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 21
Appearance: Shay is a man of average height, but he has a toned exterior from years of rigorous training and campaigning. He has fair skin, although his face has been kissed by the sun. His often-scruffy beard is brown like an oak, with eyes as blue as a clear sky. Due to his training, Shay's eyes sometimes glow with magic.
Equipment: Shay wears light armor, traveling boots, and a hood. He also carries with him a bow, a quiver of arrows, a set of javelins, a small shield, and a shortsword.
Aside from those items he also carries a number of pendants and other talismans that help him use magic.
Skills and Abilities: Shay is an excellent light-infantryman who uses his lightning-fast speed and attacks to fight in rough terrain, including forests, hills, mountains, and swamps. He is also a great horseman.
Shay was trained as a Night-Walker, a sect of Usquean warriors that practice 'moon magic'. Moon magic involves spells of mischief and trickery, alteration and illusion. At night they are most effective, even more so during a full moon. Additionally he can commune with fallen spirits.
Biography: Shay's mother died in childbirth and his father was killed in battle. He was orphaned and lost whatever birthrights he might have had. He fell into a group of mischievous troublemakers as a kid. Once he was caught and was given the choice of imprisonment, banishment, or serving with the kerns. He chose the latter, opting to protect the Usque against invaders, bandits, and wild beasts.
During his initial training his talents were recognized by the Night-Walkers, who inducted him into their ranks. He learned discipline, honor, and respect while serving with the group.
When he first joined the Night-Walkers he met KIMMIE. After mustering the courage to speak to her the two began to spend time together and they developed strong feelings for each other. They had many happy years together, training in their respective orders.
Over time, however, a rift began to form. The Night-Walkers and the fae did not get along, for one. Differences in the direction both groups wanted the Usque to go in drove a wedge between them. Campaigns away from each other caused their love to wilt. Finally, their overseers were hesitant to let them see each other. Eventually the happy relationship turned sour and they split.
Allegiances: Usque
Place of Residence: Vinya Lhann
Registered: May 23, 2023 13:46:57 GMT -5
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Post by Shay, Night-Walker on May 23, 2023 17:26:01 GMT -5
Caria.
The name echoed in his mind, over and over. For the last few years he had pushed any thought of her to the back of his mind, unwilling to subject himself to heartbreak and frustration. He was determined to forget her completely, for he never intended to cross paths with her again. But now that void he had created was being flooded with her name, her face, her voice, and her figure. It was the only thought he had now, and there was nothing he could do to clear his mind.
He had only recently returned to the village of Ma'ar. Not many Night-Walkers had made it to the Mistborne Isles, and those who did were responsible with patrolling the surrounding forests. Caria's boat washed ashore during one of those patrols, so she had been in the village for a couple days by the time Shay arrived. He was happy to learn that other Usqueans had arrived, and was eager to know if any could join his patrols. However, Caria's name escaped the lips of those in Ma'ar, and it shook him to his core. Could it be - his Caria? That beautiful red-haired maiden he had fallen madly in love with?
He wasn't sure how to feel. The two had fallen for each other years ago, just as Shay began his Night-Walker training. They were inseparable and completely devoted to one another, despite their youth. However, the bond was strained by the customs of the Night-Walkers and the Fae. The ideals of their respective groups clashed, and soon they did too; both began to grow distant as they served the Usqueans in various ways. It soon became clear that they were not happy with the way things were; they grew frustrated and ultimately had a falling out. Neither had seen the other for several years.
But now, both were here, in Ma'ar, far away from home in this strange world. He would have tried to avoid her, but the settlement was small and it would only be a matter of time before they ran into each other. If it was inevitable for them to meet each other face-to-face again, he thought, they might as well get it over with.
She was at the gardens when he found her. He paused before entering, leaning upon a tree as he watched. It had been a few years and she had certainly grown into a woman by now; he wanted to get a look at her before approaching. He sighed, shook his head, then decided to enter the garden and began walking towards her.
He removed his hood so she could see him. By now she was seated on the bench as her fox ran through the groves. He was taller than she might remember, leaner and stronger too. He had washed his hair, beard, and face as best he could, but he still looked travel-worn.
"Caria," he simply said, loud enough for her to hear, but with a shakiness in it that indicated his nervousness.
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Caria
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 19
Appearance: She appears to have soft, reddish curls that tumble down her back in a shining mass. Her dark eyes are almost coal in color, though they do sometimes sparkle like black gems. She is of a taller height, perhaps, with curves that have not yet come to full bloom. She can be seen wearing the toga like clothing of her people.
******
Equipment: A simple bow and arrows,
general stuff made by her people in the time before the cataclysm, a few changes of clothing and various small blades for the purposes of eating, hunting, and melee.
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Skills and Abilities: She is able to communicate with a companion animal through both signs and word commands.
Fishing, hunting, scavenging, scrounging, herbalism, cooking.
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Biography: She was a child of the Usque, part of the now dwindled army of women born in the vast, enchanted forest from the world before. She is a daughter of the Usque and fiercely devoted to those that had once ruled the forest.
Now she was on a new chapter in life. Very little else is known about her, as she keeps quiet for the most part.
Registered: May 23, 2023 13:55:44 GMT -5
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Post by Caria on May 23, 2023 18:08:19 GMT -5
It was a quiet voice that trickled into her ear as she tiredly gazed off, her eyes somewhat listless with the grip of the Mist still curled around her form. She did not look up at first, but it registered to her that it was a somewhat familiar voice that greeted her. Confusion set in. That could not be... Her eyes lifted to a face that had haunted her dreams for quite some time during that long boat ride. The handful of berries that were in her palm scattered from her hand in her startlement, the fox gleefully taking the cleanup seriously as those berries were delectable to the little animal with the same fiery tone as Caria's.
She stood slowly, but her knees buckled before she could straighten up. That this would still happen even after all the rest she had gotten. She fell to the grass on her hands and knees, sweat beginning to glisten upon her forehead. Now she must be hallucinating, she thought. She had to be.
The redhead pushed herself back to her feet and looked at him again, “I watched you die,” she said upon a whisper. Indeed, she had mourned him so very much when he'd been pushed over the side of the boat some months ago. Her lips trembled. It simply couldn't be.
The woman took a few, hesitant and stumbling steps toward him, then found some inner strength to close the distance as rapidly as she was able. “I don't understand,” she breathed after stopping about an arm's length from him. He knew her name, his voice was softer though, but he looked the same yet the scent of him, or whatever she could smell, was slightly different yet familiar at the same time. She closed the space between them even more, a sob tearing through her throat as she couldn't help but fall toward his form, hallucination or not, his name tearing from her lips as the grief poured from her. “I watched you die..” she repeated, her fingers shaking violently as they reached to trace the familiar angles of his face.
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Shay, Night-Walker
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 21
Appearance: Shay is a man of average height, but he has a toned exterior from years of rigorous training and campaigning. He has fair skin, although his face has been kissed by the sun. His often-scruffy beard is brown like an oak, with eyes as blue as a clear sky. Due to his training, Shay's eyes sometimes glow with magic.
Equipment: Shay wears light armor, traveling boots, and a hood. He also carries with him a bow, a quiver of arrows, a set of javelins, a small shield, and a shortsword.
Aside from those items he also carries a number of pendants and other talismans that help him use magic.
Skills and Abilities: Shay is an excellent light-infantryman who uses his lightning-fast speed and attacks to fight in rough terrain, including forests, hills, mountains, and swamps. He is also a great horseman.
Shay was trained as a Night-Walker, a sect of Usquean warriors that practice 'moon magic'. Moon magic involves spells of mischief and trickery, alteration and illusion. At night they are most effective, even more so during a full moon. Additionally he can commune with fallen spirits.
Biography: Shay's mother died in childbirth and his father was killed in battle. He was orphaned and lost whatever birthrights he might have had. He fell into a group of mischievous troublemakers as a kid. Once he was caught and was given the choice of imprisonment, banishment, or serving with the kerns. He chose the latter, opting to protect the Usque against invaders, bandits, and wild beasts.
During his initial training his talents were recognized by the Night-Walkers, who inducted him into their ranks. He learned discipline, honor, and respect while serving with the group.
When he first joined the Night-Walkers he met KIMMIE. After mustering the courage to speak to her the two began to spend time together and they developed strong feelings for each other. They had many happy years together, training in their respective orders.
Over time, however, a rift began to form. The Night-Walkers and the fae did not get along, for one. Differences in the direction both groups wanted the Usque to go in drove a wedge between them. Campaigns away from each other caused their love to wilt. Finally, their overseers were hesitant to let them see each other. Eventually the happy relationship turned sour and they split.
Allegiances: Usque
Place of Residence: Vinya Lhann
Registered: May 23, 2023 13:46:57 GMT -5
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Post by Shay, Night-Walker on May 23, 2023 18:24:10 GMT -5
Shay expected a startled reaction, but he still started for her as she collapsed to the ground. Before he could make it over she had already got back on her feet. He took her arms into his hands, if only to keep her from falling again. However, she began to sob as she came into his arms so he took her. He did not expect such a reunion, but her presence was too much for him to let go. He surrendered himself to emotion and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close. He buried his face in her neck before kissing it several times over. A hand reached up to stroke her crimson hair. The touch of her form, her smell, it all came rushing back to him. There was a certain mixture of chaos and peace that was hard to explain.
He didn't know what he wanted before, but he knew now he wanted this.
"I watched you die..." she repeated.
"I watched the world die," he responded, remembering the day the mist claimed all. He was alone in his journey to this place. "I never thought I would see you again." He leaned in for a kiss, intended to be a short one, but if she would have him he would lock lips for a moment longer.
This sudden rush of emotion guided his thoughts and movements. His coarse and rough edges were nonexistent in his presence as he touched her gently and consoled her like a living saint. Soon, thoughts of the past entered his mind. Memories of their fallout began to take the place of emotion. He loosened his hold on her and took a step back.
"Caria..." he began, a tear leaving his eye. "I'm sorry about... before." He didn't know if she wanted to be with him again or not. In spite of her current reaction, he wanted to gauge her thoughts.
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Caria
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 19
Appearance: She appears to have soft, reddish curls that tumble down her back in a shining mass. Her dark eyes are almost coal in color, though they do sometimes sparkle like black gems. She is of a taller height, perhaps, with curves that have not yet come to full bloom. She can be seen wearing the toga like clothing of her people.
******
Equipment: A simple bow and arrows,
general stuff made by her people in the time before the cataclysm, a few changes of clothing and various small blades for the purposes of eating, hunting, and melee.
******
Skills and Abilities: She is able to communicate with a companion animal through both signs and word commands.
Fishing, hunting, scavenging, scrounging, herbalism, cooking.
******
Biography: She was a child of the Usque, part of the now dwindled army of women born in the vast, enchanted forest from the world before. She is a daughter of the Usque and fiercely devoted to those that had once ruled the forest.
Now she was on a new chapter in life. Very little else is known about her, as she keeps quiet for the most part.
Registered: May 23, 2023 13:55:44 GMT -5
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Post by Caria on May 23, 2023 18:45:55 GMT -5
It was him.... yet it wasn't. As soon as he kissed her, her belly clenched with the emotion she felt at being kissed by her late husband. And then after their shared moment and he apologized, she thought he was apologizing for his own death. “Why would I not stay with you? I've loved you for years... You must be a dream... I must still be trapped in the mist...” she gasped and let him go, stumbling back, still unsteady on her feet. Down she went, once again, her face ashen. “We rolled you off the boat when you took your last breath... I don't understand.” Panic took her, then, she was trembling heavily as her gaze transfixed upon him. “You can't be real, this is a dream... It has to be a dream. We buried him at sea. He's been gone for many months. He succumbed to the Mist.”
And then she covered her face and wept, mourned as if the wound had been ripped anew. The young widow took some steadying breaths... In... out... She peeled the fingers from over one eye and looked at him again. “I would never leave you, you're my husband and I love you. But you died, I watched you die... I...” It was clear she was telling the truth of it. “You can't be real,” she whispered, “You just can't be.”
Tears of palpable grief flowed freely from those charcoal eyes of hers, and then... she fainted. It was definitely more the fault of the mist than her hysterics, she was yet weak
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Shay, Night-Walker
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 21
Appearance: Shay is a man of average height, but he has a toned exterior from years of rigorous training and campaigning. He has fair skin, although his face has been kissed by the sun. His often-scruffy beard is brown like an oak, with eyes as blue as a clear sky. Due to his training, Shay's eyes sometimes glow with magic.
Equipment: Shay wears light armor, traveling boots, and a hood. He also carries with him a bow, a quiver of arrows, a set of javelins, a small shield, and a shortsword.
Aside from those items he also carries a number of pendants and other talismans that help him use magic.
Skills and Abilities: Shay is an excellent light-infantryman who uses his lightning-fast speed and attacks to fight in rough terrain, including forests, hills, mountains, and swamps. He is also a great horseman.
Shay was trained as a Night-Walker, a sect of Usquean warriors that practice 'moon magic'. Moon magic involves spells of mischief and trickery, alteration and illusion. At night they are most effective, even more so during a full moon. Additionally he can commune with fallen spirits.
Biography: Shay's mother died in childbirth and his father was killed in battle. He was orphaned and lost whatever birthrights he might have had. He fell into a group of mischievous troublemakers as a kid. Once he was caught and was given the choice of imprisonment, banishment, or serving with the kerns. He chose the latter, opting to protect the Usque against invaders, bandits, and wild beasts.
During his initial training his talents were recognized by the Night-Walkers, who inducted him into their ranks. He learned discipline, honor, and respect while serving with the group.
When he first joined the Night-Walkers he met KIMMIE. After mustering the courage to speak to her the two began to spend time together and they developed strong feelings for each other. They had many happy years together, training in their respective orders.
Over time, however, a rift began to form. The Night-Walkers and the fae did not get along, for one. Differences in the direction both groups wanted the Usque to go in drove a wedge between them. Campaigns away from each other caused their love to wilt. Finally, their overseers were hesitant to let them see each other. Eventually the happy relationship turned sour and they split.
Allegiances: Usque
Place of Residence: Vinya Lhann
Registered: May 23, 2023 13:46:57 GMT -5
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Post by Shay, Night-Walker on May 25, 2023 13:33:22 GMT -5
"I know it seems impossible," he tried to ease her mind, "but it's me, I'm here, and I'm alive and well." He assumed she was surprised that he was here in the Mistborne Isles. Shay was oblivious to why she was really overwhelmed. "Rolled me off the... the boat? Last breath? Caria, love, what are you talking about?"
He remembered his journey to the Mistborne Isles. There was a great downpour, and he was forced to find higher ground to escape the danger of a flash flood. A mysterious mist soon blanketed the world; if it were not for a small rowboat that drifted into view he might have succumbed to drowning - as the waters were rising higher and higher. He rowed for what seemed like days until he finally spotted a shoreline. Fortunately he had arrived near a band of other Usqueans and quickly found the village of Ma'ar.
Before she could dispel his confusion she fainted. Shay's natural reflexes kicked in and he caught her in his arms. Cradling her in his arms he lifted her up and carried her over to the bench she had been sitting on previously, where he laid her down. He sat there for a moment, looking over his features; it had been years since he had seen her face, and now here it was, pretty as ever, but with signs of maturity. The sense of compassion that once burned inside of him for her seemed to reignite.
His eyes darted around to find her fox, and he hoped he would be able to call it over; perhaps its presence would offer some relief or sense of calm. In the meantime he began to gently stroke her hair.
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Caria
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 19
Appearance: She appears to have soft, reddish curls that tumble down her back in a shining mass. Her dark eyes are almost coal in color, though they do sometimes sparkle like black gems. She is of a taller height, perhaps, with curves that have not yet come to full bloom. She can be seen wearing the toga like clothing of her people.
******
Equipment: A simple bow and arrows,
general stuff made by her people in the time before the cataclysm, a few changes of clothing and various small blades for the purposes of eating, hunting, and melee.
******
Skills and Abilities: She is able to communicate with a companion animal through both signs and word commands.
Fishing, hunting, scavenging, scrounging, herbalism, cooking.
******
Biography: She was a child of the Usque, part of the now dwindled army of women born in the vast, enchanted forest from the world before. She is a daughter of the Usque and fiercely devoted to those that had once ruled the forest.
Now she was on a new chapter in life. Very little else is known about her, as she keeps quiet for the most part.
Registered: May 23, 2023 13:55:44 GMT -5
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Post by Caria on May 26, 2023 17:46:45 GMT -5
She did not stir as he carried her back to the bench and rested her there, he'd be able to feel she was somewhat feverish by her warmth. Her eyes remained closed, and he might notice as a beam of sun hit her face that her veins were somewhat more visible on her face, which was ashen in comparison to before. The lines of grief were slightly etched upon her skin, though not so deep as to label her old. The fox slunk up to her and could do nothing but look on, she knew, and it was reflected within her warm eyes as she gazed at her caretaker.
The fox's head shifted suddenly and the sound of earth underfoot could be heard as rapid footsteps brought a youth with an elder in tow. “I saw her go this way... I told her she should still rest as you bade me to tell her, but she insisted on getting in a walk without company in tow. I couldn't just leave the other—” and then the young man stopped, spying both he and the woman ahead.
He rushed over while Moir took her time since she hadn't much choice in the matter with the gnarled looking walking stick in almost equally gnarled fingers. The youth knelt next to the pair, the fox skittering beneath the bench to get out of the way. She was, after all, a normal fox. The boy, worried about the woman, did not look upon the man at first, “She nearly gave in to the mist after her mate died. They'd only just married... She's very...” then the boy turned his head to look at the stranger, his words trailing off. “Oh... B... But you...” This was a boy who recognized him, but probably would not be familiar. He looked almost as if he could be her kin. But not enough to be her brother... a cousin, perhaps.
Moir, the old crone of the village nearby, finally reached the group of people accumulated and she started to shoo them out of the way, nudging specifically at the boy who skirted back at her command. “Stand back, please,” she murmured to the man she had not yet met since there were groups of Usqueans from all parts of the forest arriving, even from different realms than the others. “Poor dearling,” she crooned, “Lost her husband as the boy just said. She's not yet better from the sickness. Och, I need you to help me get her back to my home... I have not yet gotten your name, young man... Forgive an old woman any formalities for the moment, but the lass needs to be put to bed. Could you kindly carry her?”
She put a hand to the woman's forehead and tisked, “She's warm again. Och, Tobi, go fetch Uma and have her gather things for a tincture. Then I need you to fetch some cool water and a rag.” She frowned and pondered what she could do that would dispel the effects of the mist from the poor woman. Indeed, the prone figure began to stir only a little, sighing and then breathing steadily. She slept now.
Assuming he did as she asked, the old woman led him toward the oblong hut that was freshly built enough that it was clear it hadn't been up for a year yet. A small baby lay in a cradle off to one side, tended to by one of the younger lasses of the village, while a few others lay prone on pallets on the dirt floor. Beds were not yet a thing for them, though there was evidence of civilization building up using everything they took from the island as much as they could without disturbing the way things worked too much. The baby babbled and Moir cooed at her, praising the queen's little one for her beauty. The sick were on one side of the large, one roomed hut while the child was away from them at a good distance, for she was quite healthy looking indeed.
The fire pit was built in the center of the building, not only used for making things, but for keeping the hut warm. The boy was already approaching with two wooden pails that were glued together with tree sap, it seemed if one could even see it. He would set one next to the fire pit, then he would set the other on the table that was being used to prepare things like food and medicines. Currently, another woman sat there, pale herself, but well enough to sit and help prepare food.
Moir gestured to the pallet nearest the back wall where the garden lay behind. She said, “Lay her there...”
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Shay, Night-Walker
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 21
Appearance: Shay is a man of average height, but he has a toned exterior from years of rigorous training and campaigning. He has fair skin, although his face has been kissed by the sun. His often-scruffy beard is brown like an oak, with eyes as blue as a clear sky. Due to his training, Shay's eyes sometimes glow with magic.
Equipment: Shay wears light armor, traveling boots, and a hood. He also carries with him a bow, a quiver of arrows, a set of javelins, a small shield, and a shortsword.
Aside from those items he also carries a number of pendants and other talismans that help him use magic.
Skills and Abilities: Shay is an excellent light-infantryman who uses his lightning-fast speed and attacks to fight in rough terrain, including forests, hills, mountains, and swamps. He is also a great horseman.
Shay was trained as a Night-Walker, a sect of Usquean warriors that practice 'moon magic'. Moon magic involves spells of mischief and trickery, alteration and illusion. At night they are most effective, even more so during a full moon. Additionally he can commune with fallen spirits.
Biography: Shay's mother died in childbirth and his father was killed in battle. He was orphaned and lost whatever birthrights he might have had. He fell into a group of mischievous troublemakers as a kid. Once he was caught and was given the choice of imprisonment, banishment, or serving with the kerns. He chose the latter, opting to protect the Usque against invaders, bandits, and wild beasts.
During his initial training his talents were recognized by the Night-Walkers, who inducted him into their ranks. He learned discipline, honor, and respect while serving with the group.
When he first joined the Night-Walkers he met KIMMIE. After mustering the courage to speak to her the two began to spend time together and they developed strong feelings for each other. They had many happy years together, training in their respective orders.
Over time, however, a rift began to form. The Night-Walkers and the fae did not get along, for one. Differences in the direction both groups wanted the Usque to go in drove a wedge between them. Campaigns away from each other caused their love to wilt. Finally, their overseers were hesitant to let them see each other. Eventually the happy relationship turned sour and they split.
Allegiances: Usque
Place of Residence: Vinya Lhann
Registered: May 23, 2023 13:46:57 GMT -5
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Post by Shay, Night-Walker on Jun 11, 2023 15:24:04 GMT -5
Shay was kneeling beside the bench, caressing Caria's feverish forehead with the back of his hand. Her pale exterior and expression concerned him; he wanted to go find help, but he also did not want to leave her alone. Soon enough, the young boy and Moir appeared. Feeling that these two newcomers were probably acquainted with her since her arrival he shuffled aside - but not too much, for he did not want to get too far from her.
As the boy went on about Caria's 'lost husband' Shay was at a loss of words. Had she married someone else in his absence? Moir had managed to hobble over to the bench too. "I... my name is Shay. I am a Night-Walker. I haven't been in the village much since my arrival." The old woman would understand that he had been patrolling the outskirts of the village, as many other Night-Walkers and scouts had been assigned to do.
"Yes, yes, absolutely," he answered Moir's request, and carefully lifted Caria up. He may have been a rough character to some, both inside and out, but in the presence of his love, Caria, he was as gentle as a light breeze. He carried her in his arms and followed the old woman to her hut. All the while he barely took his eyes off of her face; he lifted his arms to bring her closer and kissed her gently on the forehead.
He followed the woman through the hut to the back wall and carefully laid her on the pallet. "Please, do whatever it takes." Shay tried to steel himself and stay calm, but there was a mixture of agony and worry in his voice as it wavered. "And tell me what I need to do - I'll do anything I can."
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Moir
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 79
Appearance: She is an old woman who stands at a stooped and petite height. Her eyes are both covered in cataracts, making them appear milky.
Registered: Jun 14, 2021 9:45:10 GMT -5
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Post by Moir on Jun 16, 2023 18:05:58 GMT -5
After the youth returned, he pulled the old woman away just after the man had spoken of doing what he could. She watched for a moment as he kissed a woman he clearly loved. The boy tugged on her sleeve and brought her attention from the pair to himself. "Moir, he's he husband but I don't think he knows that. We all watched him die. I don't know if he is the same man, but he looks like him. If he answers to the name of Shay, that is him for certain. I wonder if he survived after all... The mist has strange properties, it could be he is a different version of himself."
Moir, startled, glanced back at the pair. They obviously belonged together by the looks of it. She nodded and patted the youth on his arm before waddling back. The cane thunked upon the packed, dirt floor as she approached. She said to Shay, "I don't think she is the same woman to you as you think she is. You've been identified as her husband. But her husband had perished in the mists. Did you survive, then?"
The woman's gaze was curious in their rheumy state. She watched his expression carefully.
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Shay, Night-Walker
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 21
Appearance: Shay is a man of average height, but he has a toned exterior from years of rigorous training and campaigning. He has fair skin, although his face has been kissed by the sun. His often-scruffy beard is brown like an oak, with eyes as blue as a clear sky. Due to his training, Shay's eyes sometimes glow with magic.
Equipment: Shay wears light armor, traveling boots, and a hood. He also carries with him a bow, a quiver of arrows, a set of javelins, a small shield, and a shortsword.
Aside from those items he also carries a number of pendants and other talismans that help him use magic.
Skills and Abilities: Shay is an excellent light-infantryman who uses his lightning-fast speed and attacks to fight in rough terrain, including forests, hills, mountains, and swamps. He is also a great horseman.
Shay was trained as a Night-Walker, a sect of Usquean warriors that practice 'moon magic'. Moon magic involves spells of mischief and trickery, alteration and illusion. At night they are most effective, even more so during a full moon. Additionally he can commune with fallen spirits.
Biography: Shay's mother died in childbirth and his father was killed in battle. He was orphaned and lost whatever birthrights he might have had. He fell into a group of mischievous troublemakers as a kid. Once he was caught and was given the choice of imprisonment, banishment, or serving with the kerns. He chose the latter, opting to protect the Usque against invaders, bandits, and wild beasts.
During his initial training his talents were recognized by the Night-Walkers, who inducted him into their ranks. He learned discipline, honor, and respect while serving with the group.
When he first joined the Night-Walkers he met KIMMIE. After mustering the courage to speak to her the two began to spend time together and they developed strong feelings for each other. They had many happy years together, training in their respective orders.
Over time, however, a rift began to form. The Night-Walkers and the fae did not get along, for one. Differences in the direction both groups wanted the Usque to go in drove a wedge between them. Campaigns away from each other caused their love to wilt. Finally, their overseers were hesitant to let them see each other. Eventually the happy relationship turned sour and they split.
Allegiances: Usque
Place of Residence: Vinya Lhann
Registered: May 23, 2023 13:46:57 GMT -5
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Post by Shay, Night-Walker on Aug 11, 2023 15:42:03 GMT -5
Shay shook his head, confused. He wondered what Moir and the boy were talking about. Had he died? Was his journey in the Mist some sort of passage to the afterlife, or some form of it? Had he lived a separate life from the one that Caria had lived? He wasn't sure.
"I... I don't know. I don't know." It was all the words he could find. His attention was diverted to Caria more than the reply that Moir sought. He shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. "I did not perish. But we all arrived in this world by mysterious and unexplainable means. Perhaps the Mist had something to do with it." He wondered if the Mist somehow altered the courses of himself and Caria to bring them together in this world, as they had been separated in their previous worlds. "Only time will tell. But maybe Caria knows more. Tell me how I can best tend to her."
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Moir
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 79
Appearance: She is an old woman who stands at a stooped and petite height. Her eyes are both covered in cataracts, making them appear milky.
Registered: Jun 14, 2021 9:45:10 GMT -5
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Post by Moir on Aug 11, 2023 17:08:34 GMT -5
"If it is your wish to take care of her, then take her to a hut that hasn't been claimed yet and do so, it'd be better if she was in a less crowded abode. Unless you already have a roof over your head and wish to share your space with her? You must tell her the truth so she doesn't assume you know things from her version of the world. I can tell you that there are many people from different timelines of our forest seeming to come in, as well as parallel situations, perhaps. It's still rather perplexing." She looked over to the girl, and then said softly into the man's ear, "She is worth it, I think. She's a kind soul and it would ease the sting to be with someone she knows in a way. We can take her there if you'd like on a board, perhaps. I don't want her on her feet, she is very much sick and she does have signs of being with child as well."
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Shay, Night-Walker
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 21
Appearance: Shay is a man of average height, but he has a toned exterior from years of rigorous training and campaigning. He has fair skin, although his face has been kissed by the sun. His often-scruffy beard is brown like an oak, with eyes as blue as a clear sky. Due to his training, Shay's eyes sometimes glow with magic.
Equipment: Shay wears light armor, traveling boots, and a hood. He also carries with him a bow, a quiver of arrows, a set of javelins, a small shield, and a shortsword.
Aside from those items he also carries a number of pendants and other talismans that help him use magic.
Skills and Abilities: Shay is an excellent light-infantryman who uses his lightning-fast speed and attacks to fight in rough terrain, including forests, hills, mountains, and swamps. He is also a great horseman.
Shay was trained as a Night-Walker, a sect of Usquean warriors that practice 'moon magic'. Moon magic involves spells of mischief and trickery, alteration and illusion. At night they are most effective, even more so during a full moon. Additionally he can commune with fallen spirits.
Biography: Shay's mother died in childbirth and his father was killed in battle. He was orphaned and lost whatever birthrights he might have had. He fell into a group of mischievous troublemakers as a kid. Once he was caught and was given the choice of imprisonment, banishment, or serving with the kerns. He chose the latter, opting to protect the Usque against invaders, bandits, and wild beasts.
During his initial training his talents were recognized by the Night-Walkers, who inducted him into their ranks. He learned discipline, honor, and respect while serving with the group.
When he first joined the Night-Walkers he met KIMMIE. After mustering the courage to speak to her the two began to spend time together and they developed strong feelings for each other. They had many happy years together, training in their respective orders.
Over time, however, a rift began to form. The Night-Walkers and the fae did not get along, for one. Differences in the direction both groups wanted the Usque to go in drove a wedge between them. Campaigns away from each other caused their love to wilt. Finally, their overseers were hesitant to let them see each other. Eventually the happy relationship turned sour and they split.
Allegiances: Usque
Place of Residence: Vinya Lhann
Registered: May 23, 2023 13:46:57 GMT -5
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Post by Shay, Night-Walker on Aug 11, 2023 19:00:28 GMT -5
"With child!?" Shay exclaimed. It was shocking news. Was it... his? In a sense it could be, he figured, but it was a confusing thought. He had so many questions, and couldn't wrap his head around the concept. However, he felt it was more important to treat Caria's health.
"Yes... yes," Shay said, moving into position to help place Caria on a board. "I have been living in the temporary tents on the outskirts of the village." Like the other Night-Walkers and sentinels, Shay spent most of his time patrolling the outskirts, and resting in small sleeping tents when rest was necessary. He had no permanent residence of his own. "If you know of a place I could stay, we can take her there."
He looked down upon Caria's pretty face, a sense of calm and love washing over his figure, as he awaited an answer.
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Magda Ashwynn
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Appearance: One thing you might notice about Magda is her plain brown hair and dark brown eyes. Though she is mousy, she is not plain. Her face is pretty, and she stands at an average height of 5'5". Magda is athletic in form.
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Equipment: Staff
Short Sword
Rucksack filled with various necessaries such as rope, grappling hooks, cooking equipment, whatever she can carry.
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Skills and Abilities: Melee combat, better with the staff than the sword, for she has been using the staff for a long time.
Cooking
Identifying flora and fauna
Plant manipulation
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Biography: She was born in the wilds of the Usque and raised to be one of the many young women in the Guardians. When the second Cataclysm came, she was one of few, including Tana the Tonguetied, who survived.
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 15:37:34 GMT -5
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Post by Magda Ashwynn on Apr 1, 2024 21:02:35 GMT -5
She and some of the others had been working on covering their supply of plants as a sand storm was about to roll in. They had worked hard for their foods and such but the thought of losing plants to that wasn't doing them any favors.
She was the last remaining at that time. She tightened a few final cords, making sure tarps were secure. The sand was starting to smell thicker in the air so she tied a cloth over her face and moved to sit on a nearby bench.
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Sora Owaru
New
Roleplay posts: 1
Age: ???
Appearance: A tall man with a slender, lithe, yet powerful build. He has long jet-black hair, a smooth face without a beard and beautiful features. He moves with a calm, smooth grace, not making a sound.
Registered: Apr 4, 2024 0:56:46 GMT -5
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Post by Sora Owaru on Apr 4, 2024 1:23:38 GMT -5
It was just sand started to stir, and the wind started whipping up a bit more that Mag'da would see a tall figure glide into view. He wore simple white robes that flapped in the wind lightly, as did his long jet-black hair. Even while tied back in a pony-tail, it seemed quite long, most of it flowing beneath his robes down his back. He had a simple corded rope belt wrapped around his waist that held a blade in a sleek bone-white sheath against his side, as well as held his robes closed. He had a piece of white cloth tied around his face as well to help breath in the sandstorm, but he now untied it tucking it away in a flowing sleeve as he spoke a greeting to Mag'da, he seemed relieved to see her, and this settlement.
"Hello, I am sorry to bother you - I have shipwrecked here a few days ago and have walked since then to find this place, do you know where I am and if I can... perhaps stay here. Even if only to rest a few days, I can repay you in work, and then be on my way."
He gave a small bow, "My name is Sora Owaru," he added, rising again and meeting her gaze with his mysteriously friendly yet neutral in color and intent grey.
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