The Beast of Tindalin Forest
Established
Roleplay posts: 20 
Age: 76
Equipment: Leather armor, short sword, dagger, a bow, quiver of arrows, and basic camping supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled survivalist, fighter, hunter, and thief with a natural ability to shape-shift into a Panther.
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Biography: Beast hasn't thought on where he came from in a long time, his early life nearly forgotten to the point he barely recalls his real name. He was taken captive by Dark Elves looking for slaves, dragged into the Under Dark he was sold to a fighting pit. He spent years trapped under the earth, barely surviving the sadistic events he was thrown into but they slowly turned him into an exceptional fighter. Eventually, he managed to escape the fighting pits fleeing into far more dangerous wilds of the Underdark.
It took him two years before he finally found a route to the surface, his survival a testament to his luck and adaptability. When he finally saw the sun again it nearly blinded him and it took him weeks to recover. He found himself in human territory, he remembered enough of his former life on the surface to know he needed gold and had spent so long underground he wasn't picky about how he got it.
Turning to banditry, he robbed those he came across on the road. Eventually, thanks to his ability to shape-shift into a Panther, he became known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest the massive expanse of woodland straddling two different kingdoms where he made his home. He attracted fellow outlaws and formed his own gang, which eventually turned mercenary when a war broke out and one side started offering hefty sums of money in exchange for his band scouting the woods for them. This shift into more legitimate employ remained after the war, he and his band spent a few years going from conflict to conflict.
Eventually he and his men, The Beast's Rangers, were camping on the side of the mountain travelling toward a new contract. A cloud settled down around them so thick that they could barely see and when it lifted they found themselves... elsewhere.
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Allegiances: Captain of The Beast's Rangers
Registered: Jan 29, 2024 18:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Beast of Tindalin Forest on Feb 16, 2024 21:13:19 GMT -5
The Beast's Rangers Camp The Current home of a band of twelve mercenary archers and their leader, an outlaw once known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest. The men here are a long way from home but the camp is lively, the sounds of laughter and song occasionally drift from it at all hours. For now, it is nothing more than a collection of tents set up in a forest a few miles from Port Argentium but in time it may grow to be more or eventually be abandoned. |
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Avarille Goldenthorn
Established
How does this always happen to me?
Roleplay posts: 23 
Age: 74
Appearance: Diminutive even for her particular species of Elf, Avarille is exactly five feet tall. She has a delicate bone structure that is rather in opposition to her toned musculature, developed from years of roaming around doing questionably intelligent things. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders and is a brilliant red-gold color, formed into wild curls and generally worn free. She has big brown eyes, so dark that they almost look black, that only make her look more innocent, especially when taken into consideration with her pixie-like features -- full lips that are almost always smiling, a button nose, and the high-arched cheekbones that most species of Elves seem to possess. Typically, she wears a pair of knee-high laced boots in tan, with breeches of the same color, a white shirt beneath a dark brown vest, and an odd short-cut green coat with long sleeves and a hood.
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Equipment: Ava carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, two long knives (the blades themselves are about two feet long) with brown leather-wrapped grips, worn in sheaths at either hip, and a belt with an assortment of pouches carrying spare bowstrings, a whetstone, and various shiny things she picks up during her travels. She carries a satchel where she keeps a length of rope and food supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Ava is an expert archer and an adept combatant. Like most Elves, she is skilled at blending into her surroundings and veritably disappearing when she wants to, especially in the trees. And that's about where her good traits end -- she's hilariously clumsy, especially for an Elf, and can't dance or carry a tune to save her life. A unique ability of the Neluri Elves, of which she is one, is the ability to transform into a feline shape -- in Avarille's case, it's an ocelot.
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Biography: Avarille was born in the Plains of Neluri as all her kind were, and she had a relatively happy life. Her mother was kind and gentle, her father stern and duty-driven, but they loved her dearly. She had a fairly carefree childhood, until the day when she was out in the Plains with her best friend, Erevin. A raiding party of Dark Elves appeared and took him captive, nearly getting Ava in the process. She managed to escape, but has lived with the guilt of seeing her best friend taken every day of her life. She had just reached adulthood when her parents announced that she was to marry the son of their peoples' leader, a prospect that horrified Ava, not only because she had no desire to marry, but *especially* not Maldreth Tanir. In the middle of the night, she packed her weapons and some supplies, and left. Venturing beyond the edges of the Plains of Neluri was forbidden to her people, but a need to escape her fate and a desire for adventure led her to do just that. She had many adventures and met many people, but bad luck seemed to plague her wherever she went.. which is what led to her ending up trapped in a box in her feline form, put on a ship, and sent to Goddess only knew where.
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Allegiances: Freedom!
Place of Residence: ..In a box.
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 13:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by Avarille Goldenthorn on Feb 18, 2024 20:22:28 GMT -5
Ava was lost. Again. Which was nothing new. For an Elf, especially one with a feline nature, she had an absolutely horrible sense of direction. After parting ways with that grumpy Elf, who was also strangely a feline shifter, she'd struck out in the exact opposite direction he'd gone, hoping she'd never have to see her again. It was while wandering that she ended up roaming through the woods, and as night fell, her sensitive ears picked up the sound of movement well before her keen eyesight located the glow of fires. She began heading that way, and as she came close enough, she peered around a tree at the camp. They.. didn't look like normal travelers. In fact, she'd seen enough to recognize a mercenary camp when she saw one. Which meant there was no way they'd left it unguarded. Which meant...
It came as no surprise when she heard movement behind her, and she sighed, not even bothering to turn around as she straightened and put her hands up to show they were empty of weapons. It also came as no surprise when they bound her wrists behind her and 'escorted' her into the camp, those who had been around the fire hooting and hollering about the pretty girl when she came into the flames' glow. Well, at least these ones wouldn't try to sell her for her fur...
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The Beast of Tindalin Forest
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 76
Equipment: Leather armor, short sword, dagger, a bow, quiver of arrows, and basic camping supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled survivalist, fighter, hunter, and thief with a natural ability to shape-shift into a Panther.
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Biography: Beast hasn't thought on where he came from in a long time, his early life nearly forgotten to the point he barely recalls his real name. He was taken captive by Dark Elves looking for slaves, dragged into the Under Dark he was sold to a fighting pit. He spent years trapped under the earth, barely surviving the sadistic events he was thrown into but they slowly turned him into an exceptional fighter. Eventually, he managed to escape the fighting pits fleeing into far more dangerous wilds of the Underdark.
It took him two years before he finally found a route to the surface, his survival a testament to his luck and adaptability. When he finally saw the sun again it nearly blinded him and it took him weeks to recover. He found himself in human territory, he remembered enough of his former life on the surface to know he needed gold and had spent so long underground he wasn't picky about how he got it.
Turning to banditry, he robbed those he came across on the road. Eventually, thanks to his ability to shape-shift into a Panther, he became known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest the massive expanse of woodland straddling two different kingdoms where he made his home. He attracted fellow outlaws and formed his own gang, which eventually turned mercenary when a war broke out and one side started offering hefty sums of money in exchange for his band scouting the woods for them. This shift into more legitimate employ remained after the war, he and his band spent a few years going from conflict to conflict.
Eventually he and his men, The Beast's Rangers, were camping on the side of the mountain travelling toward a new contract. A cloud settled down around them so thick that they could barely see and when it lifted they found themselves... elsewhere.
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Allegiances: Captain of The Beast's Rangers
Registered: Jan 29, 2024 18:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Beast of Tindalin Forest on Feb 19, 2024 11:37:52 GMT -5
"Lookit what we found lads!"
There had been two men who'd stumbled upon Ava. One was a hulking man with broad shoulders who looked as though he could have headbutted a boulder and come out on top. He wasn't the one who spoke, that was the smaller of the two. A man with curly black hair that framed a handsome face complimented by his swarthy complexion. He was walking ahead while Ava was pushed along by the brute.
"Perhaps we can have some fun with her tonight?" The swarthy man said as he shot Ava a lascivious smile. This got a response from the big man who spoke in a slow pondering voice. "Rosco, don't tease her like that. You'll scare her." The shorter man, Rosco, let out an annoyed sigh and said. "Oh, come on, Jed I know you don't like that kind of humor but let the rest of us have some fun, at least until the Captain shows up. Could have had the girl in a tizzy before then."
"The captain doesn't like that humor either. You shouldn't joke about breaking the rules." Jed said which got a groan from Rosco who waved his hand in irritation. "Yes, yes, I know. But the captain doesn't have a sense of humor does he? A little bit of teasing never seriously hurt anyone and considering how long we've been out in the wilds just having a bit of fun with a lady would have been nice."
As the two men bickered, Jed didn't seem to have any issue with tying Ava to a log that had been half buried in the dirt. It seemed to be there for exactly this purpose as she was rendered immobile with her back pressed against it and her arms wrapped backward around it. Not a painful position for them but far from pleasant.
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Avarille Goldenthorn
Established
How does this always happen to me?
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 74
Appearance: Diminutive even for her particular species of Elf, Avarille is exactly five feet tall. She has a delicate bone structure that is rather in opposition to her toned musculature, developed from years of roaming around doing questionably intelligent things. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders and is a brilliant red-gold color, formed into wild curls and generally worn free. She has big brown eyes, so dark that they almost look black, that only make her look more innocent, especially when taken into consideration with her pixie-like features -- full lips that are almost always smiling, a button nose, and the high-arched cheekbones that most species of Elves seem to possess. Typically, she wears a pair of knee-high laced boots in tan, with breeches of the same color, a white shirt beneath a dark brown vest, and an odd short-cut green coat with long sleeves and a hood.
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Equipment: Ava carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, two long knives (the blades themselves are about two feet long) with brown leather-wrapped grips, worn in sheaths at either hip, and a belt with an assortment of pouches carrying spare bowstrings, a whetstone, and various shiny things she picks up during her travels. She carries a satchel where she keeps a length of rope and food supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Ava is an expert archer and an adept combatant. Like most Elves, she is skilled at blending into her surroundings and veritably disappearing when she wants to, especially in the trees. And that's about where her good traits end -- she's hilariously clumsy, especially for an Elf, and can't dance or carry a tune to save her life. A unique ability of the Neluri Elves, of which she is one, is the ability to transform into a feline shape -- in Avarille's case, it's an ocelot.
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Biography: Avarille was born in the Plains of Neluri as all her kind were, and she had a relatively happy life. Her mother was kind and gentle, her father stern and duty-driven, but they loved her dearly. She had a fairly carefree childhood, until the day when she was out in the Plains with her best friend, Erevin. A raiding party of Dark Elves appeared and took him captive, nearly getting Ava in the process. She managed to escape, but has lived with the guilt of seeing her best friend taken every day of her life. She had just reached adulthood when her parents announced that she was to marry the son of their peoples' leader, a prospect that horrified Ava, not only because she had no desire to marry, but *especially* not Maldreth Tanir. In the middle of the night, she packed her weapons and some supplies, and left. Venturing beyond the edges of the Plains of Neluri was forbidden to her people, but a need to escape her fate and a desire for adventure led her to do just that. She had many adventures and met many people, but bad luck seemed to plague her wherever she went.. which is what led to her ending up trapped in a box in her feline form, put on a ship, and sent to Goddess only knew where.
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Allegiances: Freedom!
Place of Residence: ..In a box.
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 13:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by Avarille Goldenthorn on Feb 19, 2024 20:41:09 GMT -5
It might surprise them that Ava was entirely unfazed by their insinuation that they were going to do unsavory things to her, even before the one protested that no such thing would happen, and that even joking about it was apparently taboo by their leader's orders. Truth was, she'd been in worse scrapes before, and if she really got desperate, they couldn't exactly keep her there. But honestly, she was glad to no longer be alone, and she hoped that whenever their 'captain' returned, he'd set her loose. Or.. something. Shoot, at this point, if he asked her to join up, she'd probably say yes. Wouldn't be the first time she'd done mercenary work.
She sighed as she was bound to the log, but didn't protest. In fact, she just.. sat there. Looking resigned. This was, sadly, not her first rodeo.
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The Beast of Tindalin Forest
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 76
Equipment: Leather armor, short sword, dagger, a bow, quiver of arrows, and basic camping supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled survivalist, fighter, hunter, and thief with a natural ability to shape-shift into a Panther.
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Biography: Beast hasn't thought on where he came from in a long time, his early life nearly forgotten to the point he barely recalls his real name. He was taken captive by Dark Elves looking for slaves, dragged into the Under Dark he was sold to a fighting pit. He spent years trapped under the earth, barely surviving the sadistic events he was thrown into but they slowly turned him into an exceptional fighter. Eventually, he managed to escape the fighting pits fleeing into far more dangerous wilds of the Underdark.
It took him two years before he finally found a route to the surface, his survival a testament to his luck and adaptability. When he finally saw the sun again it nearly blinded him and it took him weeks to recover. He found himself in human territory, he remembered enough of his former life on the surface to know he needed gold and had spent so long underground he wasn't picky about how he got it.
Turning to banditry, he robbed those he came across on the road. Eventually, thanks to his ability to shape-shift into a Panther, he became known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest the massive expanse of woodland straddling two different kingdoms where he made his home. He attracted fellow outlaws and formed his own gang, which eventually turned mercenary when a war broke out and one side started offering hefty sums of money in exchange for his band scouting the woods for them. This shift into more legitimate employ remained after the war, he and his band spent a few years going from conflict to conflict.
Eventually he and his men, The Beast's Rangers, were camping on the side of the mountain travelling toward a new contract. A cloud settled down around them so thick that they could barely see and when it lifted they found themselves... elsewhere.
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Allegiances: Captain of The Beast's Rangers
Registered: Jan 29, 2024 18:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Beast of Tindalin Forest on Feb 20, 2024 19:43:22 GMT -5
"So what was a pretty girl like you doing in a strangely barren stretch of country like this?" The question came from a handsome young man with a winning smile and a lean build. There was some hooting from the others when they noticed he'd sidled up to the prisoner.
"You just can't help yourself can ya Kynder!" An older man said, the family resemblance between himself and the young man was obvious and was confirmed as Kynder shot back. "I've got to take my chances with beautiful girls while I can dad. I'm not so old it doesn't work anymore unlike some people." Which got a growl of annoyance from the older man but that was cut off as a panther suddenly waltzed into the middle of the camp.
None of the bandits reacted and the reason, if it wasn't obvious from the start, became clear as the same elf who'd held her at bow point appeared. "What are you lot on about?" He asked as his gaze wandered across the camp before it landed on Ava, his expression was mildly surprised and he said.
"Why have you got Twitch tied up?" He said as he recognized her, her defining characterization in his mind had been how twitchy she was and so he'd just called her that, to make it clear to them he'd seen the girl before. That would probably raise some questions but those would have come anyway once she started talking.
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Avarille Goldenthorn
Established
How does this always happen to me?
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 74
Appearance: Diminutive even for her particular species of Elf, Avarille is exactly five feet tall. She has a delicate bone structure that is rather in opposition to her toned musculature, developed from years of roaming around doing questionably intelligent things. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders and is a brilliant red-gold color, formed into wild curls and generally worn free. She has big brown eyes, so dark that they almost look black, that only make her look more innocent, especially when taken into consideration with her pixie-like features -- full lips that are almost always smiling, a button nose, and the high-arched cheekbones that most species of Elves seem to possess. Typically, she wears a pair of knee-high laced boots in tan, with breeches of the same color, a white shirt beneath a dark brown vest, and an odd short-cut green coat with long sleeves and a hood.
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Equipment: Ava carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, two long knives (the blades themselves are about two feet long) with brown leather-wrapped grips, worn in sheaths at either hip, and a belt with an assortment of pouches carrying spare bowstrings, a whetstone, and various shiny things she picks up during her travels. She carries a satchel where she keeps a length of rope and food supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Ava is an expert archer and an adept combatant. Like most Elves, she is skilled at blending into her surroundings and veritably disappearing when she wants to, especially in the trees. And that's about where her good traits end -- she's hilariously clumsy, especially for an Elf, and can't dance or carry a tune to save her life. A unique ability of the Neluri Elves, of which she is one, is the ability to transform into a feline shape -- in Avarille's case, it's an ocelot.
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Biography: Avarille was born in the Plains of Neluri as all her kind were, and she had a relatively happy life. Her mother was kind and gentle, her father stern and duty-driven, but they loved her dearly. She had a fairly carefree childhood, until the day when she was out in the Plains with her best friend, Erevin. A raiding party of Dark Elves appeared and took him captive, nearly getting Ava in the process. She managed to escape, but has lived with the guilt of seeing her best friend taken every day of her life. She had just reached adulthood when her parents announced that she was to marry the son of their peoples' leader, a prospect that horrified Ava, not only because she had no desire to marry, but *especially* not Maldreth Tanir. In the middle of the night, she packed her weapons and some supplies, and left. Venturing beyond the edges of the Plains of Neluri was forbidden to her people, but a need to escape her fate and a desire for adventure led her to do just that. She had many adventures and met many people, but bad luck seemed to plague her wherever she went.. which is what led to her ending up trapped in a box in her feline form, put on a ship, and sent to Goddess only knew where.
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Allegiances: Freedom!
Place of Residence: ..In a box.
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 13:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by Avarille Goldenthorn on Feb 20, 2024 20:13:33 GMT -5
"Being lost."
Her reply was simple. It was also the truth. And she was very clearly not at all swayed by the handsomeness, or the friendliness, of this fellow called Kynder. Especially because she could smell something. Something out of place, but familiar. Feline. Her gaze zeroed in on the panther as it appeared, and then promptly turned into the asshole who'd hunted her down.
Then he said something that made her go still as stone and stare at him with wide eyes. She spoke quietly, but knew he'd be able to hear her with his keen Elven senses.
"..What did you just call me?"
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The Beast of Tindalin Forest
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 76
Equipment: Leather armor, short sword, dagger, a bow, quiver of arrows, and basic camping supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled survivalist, fighter, hunter, and thief with a natural ability to shape-shift into a Panther.
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Biography: Beast hasn't thought on where he came from in a long time, his early life nearly forgotten to the point he barely recalls his real name. He was taken captive by Dark Elves looking for slaves, dragged into the Under Dark he was sold to a fighting pit. He spent years trapped under the earth, barely surviving the sadistic events he was thrown into but they slowly turned him into an exceptional fighter. Eventually, he managed to escape the fighting pits fleeing into far more dangerous wilds of the Underdark.
It took him two years before he finally found a route to the surface, his survival a testament to his luck and adaptability. When he finally saw the sun again it nearly blinded him and it took him weeks to recover. He found himself in human territory, he remembered enough of his former life on the surface to know he needed gold and had spent so long underground he wasn't picky about how he got it.
Turning to banditry, he robbed those he came across on the road. Eventually, thanks to his ability to shape-shift into a Panther, he became known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest the massive expanse of woodland straddling two different kingdoms where he made his home. He attracted fellow outlaws and formed his own gang, which eventually turned mercenary when a war broke out and one side started offering hefty sums of money in exchange for his band scouting the woods for them. This shift into more legitimate employ remained after the war, he and his band spent a few years going from conflict to conflict.
Eventually he and his men, The Beast's Rangers, were camping on the side of the mountain travelling toward a new contract. A cloud settled down around them so thick that they could barely see and when it lifted they found themselves... elsewhere.
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Allegiances: Captain of The Beast's Rangers
Registered: Jan 29, 2024 18:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Beast of Tindalin Forest on Feb 20, 2024 22:04:29 GMT -5
"Aye, we found her wandering around the woods near camp. But how do you know her captain?" Rosco asked eyeing Beast who shrugged his shoulders. "She can turn into a cat like I can, I was curious so I tracked her down and had a conversation with her." He said as he walked over to Ava's side and crouched down.
"Twitch, because you are twitchy." He said with a shrug, it just seemed to fit her and he wasn't in the habit of second guessing himself. He was very clearly unaware that Erevin, the elven boy she'd known so long ago had called her the same thing and for the exact same reason.
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Avarille Goldenthorn
Established
How does this always happen to me?
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 74
Appearance: Diminutive even for her particular species of Elf, Avarille is exactly five feet tall. She has a delicate bone structure that is rather in opposition to her toned musculature, developed from years of roaming around doing questionably intelligent things. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders and is a brilliant red-gold color, formed into wild curls and generally worn free. She has big brown eyes, so dark that they almost look black, that only make her look more innocent, especially when taken into consideration with her pixie-like features -- full lips that are almost always smiling, a button nose, and the high-arched cheekbones that most species of Elves seem to possess. Typically, she wears a pair of knee-high laced boots in tan, with breeches of the same color, a white shirt beneath a dark brown vest, and an odd short-cut green coat with long sleeves and a hood.
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Equipment: Ava carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, two long knives (the blades themselves are about two feet long) with brown leather-wrapped grips, worn in sheaths at either hip, and a belt with an assortment of pouches carrying spare bowstrings, a whetstone, and various shiny things she picks up during her travels. She carries a satchel where she keeps a length of rope and food supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Ava is an expert archer and an adept combatant. Like most Elves, she is skilled at blending into her surroundings and veritably disappearing when she wants to, especially in the trees. And that's about where her good traits end -- she's hilariously clumsy, especially for an Elf, and can't dance or carry a tune to save her life. A unique ability of the Neluri Elves, of which she is one, is the ability to transform into a feline shape -- in Avarille's case, it's an ocelot.
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Biography: Avarille was born in the Plains of Neluri as all her kind were, and she had a relatively happy life. Her mother was kind and gentle, her father stern and duty-driven, but they loved her dearly. She had a fairly carefree childhood, until the day when she was out in the Plains with her best friend, Erevin. A raiding party of Dark Elves appeared and took him captive, nearly getting Ava in the process. She managed to escape, but has lived with the guilt of seeing her best friend taken every day of her life. She had just reached adulthood when her parents announced that she was to marry the son of their peoples' leader, a prospect that horrified Ava, not only because she had no desire to marry, but *especially* not Maldreth Tanir. In the middle of the night, she packed her weapons and some supplies, and left. Venturing beyond the edges of the Plains of Neluri was forbidden to her people, but a need to escape her fate and a desire for adventure led her to do just that. She had many adventures and met many people, but bad luck seemed to plague her wherever she went.. which is what led to her ending up trapped in a box in her feline form, put on a ship, and sent to Goddess only knew where.
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Allegiances: Freedom!
Place of Residence: ..In a box.
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 13:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by Avarille Goldenthorn on Feb 22, 2024 19:52:05 GMT -5
She stared at him very intently as he came closer, and once he was crouched beside her, she spoke a single word in a very soft voice.
"Erevin?"
It had to be him. They'd been best friends as children, and he'd only rarely called her Ava. It was almost always Twitch, because she had an impossible time being still. She was always running around, or fidgeting. Even now, her ears were twitching beneath her hair, and her fingers were wriggling where she was bound. And as she searched his face, she saw some of the boy she'd known in this hard man before her. Or so she thought.
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The Beast of Tindalin Forest
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 76
Equipment: Leather armor, short sword, dagger, a bow, quiver of arrows, and basic camping supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled survivalist, fighter, hunter, and thief with a natural ability to shape-shift into a Panther.
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Biography: Beast hasn't thought on where he came from in a long time, his early life nearly forgotten to the point he barely recalls his real name. He was taken captive by Dark Elves looking for slaves, dragged into the Under Dark he was sold to a fighting pit. He spent years trapped under the earth, barely surviving the sadistic events he was thrown into but they slowly turned him into an exceptional fighter. Eventually, he managed to escape the fighting pits fleeing into far more dangerous wilds of the Underdark.
It took him two years before he finally found a route to the surface, his survival a testament to his luck and adaptability. When he finally saw the sun again it nearly blinded him and it took him weeks to recover. He found himself in human territory, he remembered enough of his former life on the surface to know he needed gold and had spent so long underground he wasn't picky about how he got it.
Turning to banditry, he robbed those he came across on the road. Eventually, thanks to his ability to shape-shift into a Panther, he became known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest the massive expanse of woodland straddling two different kingdoms where he made his home. He attracted fellow outlaws and formed his own gang, which eventually turned mercenary when a war broke out and one side started offering hefty sums of money in exchange for his band scouting the woods for them. This shift into more legitimate employ remained after the war, he and his band spent a few years going from conflict to conflict.
Eventually he and his men, The Beast's Rangers, were camping on the side of the mountain travelling toward a new contract. A cloud settled down around them so thick that they could barely see and when it lifted they found themselves... elsewhere.
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Allegiances: Captain of The Beast's Rangers
Registered: Jan 29, 2024 18:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Beast of Tindalin Forest on Feb 22, 2024 21:16:47 GMT -5
Beast looked at Twitch, his expression was puzzled as he stared at her like she had said something profound. "Why are ya staring at her boss? Finally found a girl ya like?" One of his men said and he looked at the old man and shook his head. "She said a name, Erevin. Ring any bells with any of you lot? It sounds familiar but I can't place it."
There was a chorus of nos, haven't heard of thems, and other failures to offer up helpful information. "Name rings a bell but I can't place it, whose Erevin?" He asked as he worked the knots of her bindings, it didn't take him long to undo them and push himself upright. He didn't offer her a hand up, just folded his arms and waited for her to answer the question.
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Avarille Goldenthorn
Established
How does this always happen to me?
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 74
Appearance: Diminutive even for her particular species of Elf, Avarille is exactly five feet tall. She has a delicate bone structure that is rather in opposition to her toned musculature, developed from years of roaming around doing questionably intelligent things. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders and is a brilliant red-gold color, formed into wild curls and generally worn free. She has big brown eyes, so dark that they almost look black, that only make her look more innocent, especially when taken into consideration with her pixie-like features -- full lips that are almost always smiling, a button nose, and the high-arched cheekbones that most species of Elves seem to possess. Typically, she wears a pair of knee-high laced boots in tan, with breeches of the same color, a white shirt beneath a dark brown vest, and an odd short-cut green coat with long sleeves and a hood.
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Equipment: Ava carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, two long knives (the blades themselves are about two feet long) with brown leather-wrapped grips, worn in sheaths at either hip, and a belt with an assortment of pouches carrying spare bowstrings, a whetstone, and various shiny things she picks up during her travels. She carries a satchel where she keeps a length of rope and food supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Ava is an expert archer and an adept combatant. Like most Elves, she is skilled at blending into her surroundings and veritably disappearing when she wants to, especially in the trees. And that's about where her good traits end -- she's hilariously clumsy, especially for an Elf, and can't dance or carry a tune to save her life. A unique ability of the Neluri Elves, of which she is one, is the ability to transform into a feline shape -- in Avarille's case, it's an ocelot.
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Biography: Avarille was born in the Plains of Neluri as all her kind were, and she had a relatively happy life. Her mother was kind and gentle, her father stern and duty-driven, but they loved her dearly. She had a fairly carefree childhood, until the day when she was out in the Plains with her best friend, Erevin. A raiding party of Dark Elves appeared and took him captive, nearly getting Ava in the process. She managed to escape, but has lived with the guilt of seeing her best friend taken every day of her life. She had just reached adulthood when her parents announced that she was to marry the son of their peoples' leader, a prospect that horrified Ava, not only because she had no desire to marry, but *especially* not Maldreth Tanir. In the middle of the night, she packed her weapons and some supplies, and left. Venturing beyond the edges of the Plains of Neluri was forbidden to her people, but a need to escape her fate and a desire for adventure led her to do just that. She had many adventures and met many people, but bad luck seemed to plague her wherever she went.. which is what led to her ending up trapped in a box in her feline form, put on a ship, and sent to Goddess only knew where.
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Allegiances: Freedom!
Place of Residence: ..In a box.
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 13:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by Avarille Goldenthorn on Mar 19, 2024 19:39:52 GMT -5
He said it rang a bell! She began visibly squirming with excitement, her pretty little face lit up with delight at the prospect that she might actually be right for once.
"Erevin was my best friend as a child. He was taken by Dark Elves while we were playing in the Plain. I think you're him. He used to call me the exact same thing, for the exact same reason."
When he untied her, she stood up, rising up on her toes so that she could look more intently at his face. He had to be Erevin. He just had to.
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The Beast of Tindalin Forest
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 76
Equipment: Leather armor, short sword, dagger, a bow, quiver of arrows, and basic camping supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled survivalist, fighter, hunter, and thief with a natural ability to shape-shift into a Panther.
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Biography: Beast hasn't thought on where he came from in a long time, his early life nearly forgotten to the point he barely recalls his real name. He was taken captive by Dark Elves looking for slaves, dragged into the Under Dark he was sold to a fighting pit. He spent years trapped under the earth, barely surviving the sadistic events he was thrown into but they slowly turned him into an exceptional fighter. Eventually, he managed to escape the fighting pits fleeing into far more dangerous wilds of the Underdark.
It took him two years before he finally found a route to the surface, his survival a testament to his luck and adaptability. When he finally saw the sun again it nearly blinded him and it took him weeks to recover. He found himself in human territory, he remembered enough of his former life on the surface to know he needed gold and had spent so long underground he wasn't picky about how he got it.
Turning to banditry, he robbed those he came across on the road. Eventually, thanks to his ability to shape-shift into a Panther, he became known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest the massive expanse of woodland straddling two different kingdoms where he made his home. He attracted fellow outlaws and formed his own gang, which eventually turned mercenary when a war broke out and one side started offering hefty sums of money in exchange for his band scouting the woods for them. This shift into more legitimate employ remained after the war, he and his band spent a few years going from conflict to conflict.
Eventually he and his men, The Beast's Rangers, were camping on the side of the mountain travelling toward a new contract. A cloud settled down around them so thick that they could barely see and when it lifted they found themselves... elsewhere.
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Allegiances: Captain of The Beast's Rangers
Registered: Jan 29, 2024 18:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Beast of Tindalin Forest on Mar 24, 2024 14:18:44 GMT -5
"Oh." He suddenly found her face unnervingly close to his as she got up on her tiptoes. "Huh," when she'd pitched the idea before he'd thought it unlikely, now he found it more plausible but he wasn't sure what difference it made. "Maybe, if I am what of it?" He wasn't sure how he should feel about this, his curiosity was piqued but he hadn't had a friend since... Well, since he'd been taken by the dark elves.
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Avarille Goldenthorn
Established
How does this always happen to me?
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 74
Appearance: Diminutive even for her particular species of Elf, Avarille is exactly five feet tall. She has a delicate bone structure that is rather in opposition to her toned musculature, developed from years of roaming around doing questionably intelligent things. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders and is a brilliant red-gold color, formed into wild curls and generally worn free. She has big brown eyes, so dark that they almost look black, that only make her look more innocent, especially when taken into consideration with her pixie-like features -- full lips that are almost always smiling, a button nose, and the high-arched cheekbones that most species of Elves seem to possess. Typically, she wears a pair of knee-high laced boots in tan, with breeches of the same color, a white shirt beneath a dark brown vest, and an odd short-cut green coat with long sleeves and a hood.
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Equipment: Ava carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, two long knives (the blades themselves are about two feet long) with brown leather-wrapped grips, worn in sheaths at either hip, and a belt with an assortment of pouches carrying spare bowstrings, a whetstone, and various shiny things she picks up during her travels. She carries a satchel where she keeps a length of rope and food supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Ava is an expert archer and an adept combatant. Like most Elves, she is skilled at blending into her surroundings and veritably disappearing when she wants to, especially in the trees. And that's about where her good traits end -- she's hilariously clumsy, especially for an Elf, and can't dance or carry a tune to save her life. A unique ability of the Neluri Elves, of which she is one, is the ability to transform into a feline shape -- in Avarille's case, it's an ocelot.
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Biography: Avarille was born in the Plains of Neluri as all her kind were, and she had a relatively happy life. Her mother was kind and gentle, her father stern and duty-driven, but they loved her dearly. She had a fairly carefree childhood, until the day when she was out in the Plains with her best friend, Erevin. A raiding party of Dark Elves appeared and took him captive, nearly getting Ava in the process. She managed to escape, but has lived with the guilt of seeing her best friend taken every day of her life. She had just reached adulthood when her parents announced that she was to marry the son of their peoples' leader, a prospect that horrified Ava, not only because she had no desire to marry, but *especially* not Maldreth Tanir. In the middle of the night, she packed her weapons and some supplies, and left. Venturing beyond the edges of the Plains of Neluri was forbidden to her people, but a need to escape her fate and a desire for adventure led her to do just that. She had many adventures and met many people, but bad luck seemed to plague her wherever she went.. which is what led to her ending up trapped in a box in her feline form, put on a ship, and sent to Goddess only knew where.
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Allegiances: Freedom!
Place of Residence: ..In a box.
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 13:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by Avarille Goldenthorn on Mar 26, 2024 10:18:22 GMT -5
"I've spent the past thirteen years searching for Erevin. If you're him, I'm going to make you remember me."
There was a ringing note of determination in her voice. She was dead set on making him remember her, on getting her best friend back. Life had been miserable in the Plains after he'd been taken, and she wanted a semblance of that happiness again. She knew he wasn't the same, he was a grown man instead of a boy, but friendship was forever.
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The Beast of Tindalin Forest
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 76
Equipment: Leather armor, short sword, dagger, a bow, quiver of arrows, and basic camping supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled survivalist, fighter, hunter, and thief with a natural ability to shape-shift into a Panther.
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Biography: Beast hasn't thought on where he came from in a long time, his early life nearly forgotten to the point he barely recalls his real name. He was taken captive by Dark Elves looking for slaves, dragged into the Under Dark he was sold to a fighting pit. He spent years trapped under the earth, barely surviving the sadistic events he was thrown into but they slowly turned him into an exceptional fighter. Eventually, he managed to escape the fighting pits fleeing into far more dangerous wilds of the Underdark.
It took him two years before he finally found a route to the surface, his survival a testament to his luck and adaptability. When he finally saw the sun again it nearly blinded him and it took him weeks to recover. He found himself in human territory, he remembered enough of his former life on the surface to know he needed gold and had spent so long underground he wasn't picky about how he got it.
Turning to banditry, he robbed those he came across on the road. Eventually, thanks to his ability to shape-shift into a Panther, he became known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest the massive expanse of woodland straddling two different kingdoms where he made his home. He attracted fellow outlaws and formed his own gang, which eventually turned mercenary when a war broke out and one side started offering hefty sums of money in exchange for his band scouting the woods for them. This shift into more legitimate employ remained after the war, he and his band spent a few years going from conflict to conflict.
Eventually he and his men, The Beast's Rangers, were camping on the side of the mountain travelling toward a new contract. A cloud settled down around them so thick that they could barely see and when it lifted they found themselves... elsewhere.
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Allegiances: Captain of The Beast's Rangers
Registered: Jan 29, 2024 18:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Beast of Tindalin Forest on Apr 8, 2024 14:07:53 GMT -5
"Huh," he wasn't sure how he felt about that. He didn't personally care if he remembered her or not but she seemed pretty determined to do it. He weighed his desire to be obstinate, against his desire not to be bothered, against his mild curiosity to see where this all went. "How are you going to do that? And can you be useful while you are doing it?" Really, that was what he cared about most if she could do whatever she was planning without being too much of a bother he supposed he'd let her do what she wanted. That was how most people had joined his band, they just insisted on hanging around him and he let them as long as they made themselves useful.
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Avarille Goldenthorn
Established
How does this always happen to me?
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 74
Appearance: Diminutive even for her particular species of Elf, Avarille is exactly five feet tall. She has a delicate bone structure that is rather in opposition to her toned musculature, developed from years of roaming around doing questionably intelligent things. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders and is a brilliant red-gold color, formed into wild curls and generally worn free. She has big brown eyes, so dark that they almost look black, that only make her look more innocent, especially when taken into consideration with her pixie-like features -- full lips that are almost always smiling, a button nose, and the high-arched cheekbones that most species of Elves seem to possess. Typically, she wears a pair of knee-high laced boots in tan, with breeches of the same color, a white shirt beneath a dark brown vest, and an odd short-cut green coat with long sleeves and a hood.
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Equipment: Ava carries a short bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, two long knives (the blades themselves are about two feet long) with brown leather-wrapped grips, worn in sheaths at either hip, and a belt with an assortment of pouches carrying spare bowstrings, a whetstone, and various shiny things she picks up during her travels. She carries a satchel where she keeps a length of rope and food supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Ava is an expert archer and an adept combatant. Like most Elves, she is skilled at blending into her surroundings and veritably disappearing when she wants to, especially in the trees. And that's about where her good traits end -- she's hilariously clumsy, especially for an Elf, and can't dance or carry a tune to save her life. A unique ability of the Neluri Elves, of which she is one, is the ability to transform into a feline shape -- in Avarille's case, it's an ocelot.
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Biography: Avarille was born in the Plains of Neluri as all her kind were, and she had a relatively happy life. Her mother was kind and gentle, her father stern and duty-driven, but they loved her dearly. She had a fairly carefree childhood, until the day when she was out in the Plains with her best friend, Erevin. A raiding party of Dark Elves appeared and took him captive, nearly getting Ava in the process. She managed to escape, but has lived with the guilt of seeing her best friend taken every day of her life. She had just reached adulthood when her parents announced that she was to marry the son of their peoples' leader, a prospect that horrified Ava, not only because she had no desire to marry, but *especially* not Maldreth Tanir. In the middle of the night, she packed her weapons and some supplies, and left. Venturing beyond the edges of the Plains of Neluri was forbidden to her people, but a need to escape her fate and a desire for adventure led her to do just that. She had many adventures and met many people, but bad luck seemed to plague her wherever she went.. which is what led to her ending up trapped in a box in her feline form, put on a ship, and sent to Goddess only knew where.
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Allegiances: Freedom!
Place of Residence: ..In a box.
Registered: Dec 8, 2023 13:12:48 GMT -5
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Post by Avarille Goldenthorn on Apr 21, 2024 18:32:54 GMT -5
"I'm not sure, but I figure if I stick around long enough, it'll jog loose your memory simply being around someone familiar from your childhood. We were practically inseparable."
She couldn't count how many times she'd simply refused to go to her various lessons and ended up out in the Plains with Erevin. They'd pretended to explore distant lands, fight monstrous beasts, or simply chased each other around. It had frustrated her mother to no end that she'd refused to behave like a little lady. As for the second question he'd posed to her... She shrugged.
"I've worked with mercenary bands before, and I'm not afraid of combat. I'm a passable cook, and I know how to mend armor and clothing. I can be useful."
And she'd damn well do her best if it meant she got to be around him. She'd make him remember her, or die trying.
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The Beast of Tindalin Forest
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 76
Equipment: Leather armor, short sword, dagger, a bow, quiver of arrows, and basic camping supplies.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled survivalist, fighter, hunter, and thief with a natural ability to shape-shift into a Panther.
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Biography: Beast hasn't thought on where he came from in a long time, his early life nearly forgotten to the point he barely recalls his real name. He was taken captive by Dark Elves looking for slaves, dragged into the Under Dark he was sold to a fighting pit. He spent years trapped under the earth, barely surviving the sadistic events he was thrown into but they slowly turned him into an exceptional fighter. Eventually, he managed to escape the fighting pits fleeing into far more dangerous wilds of the Underdark.
It took him two years before he finally found a route to the surface, his survival a testament to his luck and adaptability. When he finally saw the sun again it nearly blinded him and it took him weeks to recover. He found himself in human territory, he remembered enough of his former life on the surface to know he needed gold and had spent so long underground he wasn't picky about how he got it.
Turning to banditry, he robbed those he came across on the road. Eventually, thanks to his ability to shape-shift into a Panther, he became known as The Beast of Tindalin Forest the massive expanse of woodland straddling two different kingdoms where he made his home. He attracted fellow outlaws and formed his own gang, which eventually turned mercenary when a war broke out and one side started offering hefty sums of money in exchange for his band scouting the woods for them. This shift into more legitimate employ remained after the war, he and his band spent a few years going from conflict to conflict.
Eventually he and his men, The Beast's Rangers, were camping on the side of the mountain travelling toward a new contract. A cloud settled down around them so thick that they could barely see and when it lifted they found themselves... elsewhere.
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Allegiances: Captain of The Beast's Rangers
Registered: Jan 29, 2024 18:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Beast of Tindalin Forest on Apr 22, 2024 18:37:21 GMT -5
Scratching his neck Beast considered her and finally said with a shrug. "Alright, you are in." He turned and started to point about the room. "That's Big Jed and Rosco." He started with the ones she was already somewhat familiar with. "Kynder and his dad Hershall." Then his gaze shifted to some who hadn't drawn attention to themselves yet. "Those are the Paul's, Slow, Ugly, and Tall." The nicknames weren't creative but it was fairly easy to figure out which was which. Ugly hadn't been born that way, but he'd been mauled by some animal and was missing his eye and had scars all over his face. Tall was a lean and lanky man who had more than a head over the next tallest man in the camp. The last one must be slow though the only hint to that was a slightly sleepy expression.
"Hostler is our quartermaster, Sejek is our cook." The former appeared to be a half-ling in his late fifties, he looked like every grizzled drill sergeant she'd ever seen but half the size. Sejek, by contrast, was a half-elf with skin the color of dark chocolate, not the distinctive purple of a drow. "Grussan is our fletcher." A young dwarf, or at least his short beard made him look young, waved and smiled at Ava. "Finally we've got Lox and Vox, they are lieutenants." A man and a woman looked at her suspiciously, they both had blond hair tied back in elaborate, proud angular features, and cold blue eyes. They were definitely related, probably siblings, Lox the man was a big burly brute of a man and while she was more lithe and supple she was carrying serious muscle as well.
"Don't attack anyone else in the troop, don't do anything that will make trouble for the troop, and don't hurt kids. Thems the rules. Punishment is whatever makes the most sense at the time. You don't get paid until you prove you are worth more than what you eat, but you do get to eat. Any questions?"
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