Drosarian
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: Unknown
Appearance: Drosarian's host is largely gGnarled, and spooky looking. He has Large, trunk-like legs, covered in broken bark, dead twigs, the odd bone, and a fine layer of old forgotten moss, all of which gives him an unnerving, ghostly presence.
His face is made up of dead, white bark, cracked and torn into a scary, hollow grin and three void-like eyes.
If that wasn't spooky enough, he also stands an incredible 10 feet tall.
Skills and Abilities: Drosarian has a ghostly existence as a forest spirit, making him effectively immortal. In his current form, he has incredible durability and strength, as well as some more woodland magics such as growth and animal communications.
Biography:
Drosarian is one of two forest spirits, a brother and a sister who escaped the cataclysm in a far off land. They travelled through the mist, slowed by its sapping properties, sapping them of strength until Drosarian’s spirit engulfed his sister’s, protecting her and her strength. It was slow going, but the pair of spirits, one navigating from within and the other beaten and bruised as it served as a shield, eventually made it through the mist and were met with a new, fresh, and vibrant land.
The spirits finally split, one being drawn to the lush forests in search of a new host, but Drosarian did not have the luxury of time. The mist’s beating was harsh and unrelenting, and if he did not find a new host fast he would surely die. While his sister had choices and time to spend looking for the right host, Drosarian was forced to the first he could find.
His spirit landed in the marshy wetlands, inside the area known as Usque. The air was thick with fog but it carried with it a sense that drew the weakened spirit towards it. Through the mangroves and reeds the spirit drifted, until finally it came across a dying tree. Age and neglect had left it cracked and without leafs, but its hollow voice sang loudest and closest to Drosarian. His spirit slipped between its cracks and travelled through its decrepit bark and rings until it found the heart. With his last bit of strength, his spirit entered the tree’s heart, becoming one with it.
Over weeks the tree began to shift and change. The tree gave Drosarian’s spirit a place to heal, and as he grew in strength, the tree’s roots pulled more and more fresh nutrients, giving them both new life in a new world. Eventually Drosarian awoke, clad in bare bark and frayed twigs. The tree’s trunk had split into two legs, and its many branches twisted and curled into a pair of arms, and close to the top its white bark had split and chipped away, revealing a mask-like face for the spirit within.
Drosarian begun to move, a renewed curiosity fresh in his mind. Where is this new place? How long had he hibernated? Would others find him fearsome as he did when he first looked into the water?
What he did know was that he could feel his sister and now others nearby… How wonderful!
Registered: Aug 16, 2023 15:36:53 GMT -5
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Post by Drosarian on Apr 8, 2024 15:48:23 GMT -5
“Ah…” a long sigh escaped from the holes up and down Drosarian’s body, shifting leaves and moss as it echoed around his insides. “Five hundred…” He considered that for a long moment before another groan seeped from him. “Drops of water in the sea of time…” One of his gnarled arms gestured across the waters around where he stood, rooted for the moment.
He stood back up straight and allowed the crow to return to his outstretched finger as he thought about her words. Such a small creature, but she spoke of so many others, the kinds of people he’d crossed paths with across many lifetimes. Fond memories… but all where memories belong, in the past. Their stories would be far too long for the moment. “I sympathise.” It was almost a whisper that carried through his gnarled body, and they almost seemed to snake across the waters. “Where I survived, my sister would not. A worthy sacrifice.”
He reached up and let the crow hop back onto his head, then he lifted a leg, dragging its roots along with it, and he took a step. “Perhaps you should move along…” he said as he started through the water. “This world speaks and has much to say. Stories that are as old as time… truly fascinating…” His arm reached down and gently nudged the boat towards the nearby shore. “More than you, or perhaps even I, will hear in a lifetime. The time we waste sleeping in boats… the time we lose learning…”
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Orwen
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 23
Appearance: She stands at an average height of 5'4", slightly petite but not too much. Her brown hair cascades over her shoulders and down to the small of her back when it is let down. Her build is average, her eyes are a soft blue color like the sky on a not so bright day.
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Equipment: Clothing consisting of leathers, hides, and homespun materials, plus a dress that is toga like.
Weapons: Dagger, Compound Bow
Misc Gear: Camping things, cooking things, trapping gear,
Bags of herbs and other remedies.
Skills and Abilities: Herbalism, Archery, hunting/trapping/gathering
Singing
Cooking to some extent
Registered: Aug 14, 2023 9:45:39 GMT -5
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Post by Orwen on May 1, 2024 20:33:36 GMT -5
When the boat rocked from the tree doing what he did. It infuriated her more. “You know nothing, you rotting old fool. I have been traveling for days, do you never try to find respite to get some rest? You should try it, perhaps your branches wouldn’t be so rattled.” She sniffed and then her nose went upward, and she began to stab toward him with the oar’s blade, which would neither hurt nor do the least bit of damage especially since she was obviously not trying to attack, only to ward him off like the annoyance he was becoming.
She then chucked a handful of water his way as if to emphasize the fact that he had annoyed her. And then she muttered an oath and maneuvered the small craft away from him enough that he would have to follow to have been able to reach her. She then smirked over her shoulder his way, lay back down, crossed her hands over her chest and gave a content sigh once she had gotten comfortable.
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