Tana the Tongue-Tied
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Appearance: ***********
Age: 19
Race: Human
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
***********
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Skills and Abilities: ***********
Class: Cleric
***********
Music: Plays the flute
Drawing
Elemental magics, specifically healing
***********
Healing: Healing can be done in four ways for her...
Depending on the strength of the magic, she will:
If no magic is necessary, she will make a tincture, potion, elixer, or salves of varying strength with herbs.
If the wounds are of a moderate state, she may use a combination of the prior stated, and magic of various strengths depending on severity.
If the wound is severe, i.e. life threatening, she relies only upon magic
Biography: ***********
Mute
Inquisitive
Intelligent but not genius
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Tana is a young, shy girl who has a voice but doesn't use her vocal chords to produce it. She was born deep in the usque, a tribe of Humans who had descended from fae of the Usque. She has such a stutter that she chooses not to speak for she was perpetually tongue tied, but instead does her best to communicate in her own version of sign language.
In the wake of the next cataclysm, she and a few of her people drifted through the mist... Not many people made it out alive, or in the same area.
Allegiances: Usqueans
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:50:44 GMT -5
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Apr 8, 2021 12:04:13 GMT -5
Tana had gone for a walk along the beach to let off some steam, exhausted and grumpy feeling. She waded in the water for a time, listening to the sound of the surf. Her foot hit something eventually and she reached down into the water, pulling out a piece of the spear that the man must have been talking about. She frowned and studied the piece, and decided at least the tip could be salvaged to make a new spear.
His cry alerted her, she blinked. What was he doing up? She shook her head, scowling. Stubborn men. She kind of stomped toward Asa and pointed toward temporary camp, for now she had to check his wound to make sure no stitches were popped!
Assuming he followed her back to camp, she nudged Moir awake. The old woman groaned and then sat up.
With a volley of gestures coming at her, the old woman decided it was best just to translate.
First to Asadrack: "She says you must rest! You could have hurt yourself more."
Then to Duen the old woman kind of yelled so he could hear: "She says that you could have simply helped yourself to the soup any time you wanted to and she even offered you a bowl earlier."
And finally, the shattered spear was returned to its owner. Or what remained of it.
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Asadrack
Dedicated
Dead inside
Roleplay posts: 283
Age: 23
Appearance: Brown eyes, meium to long black hair, full bearded, average height, old but very good maintained white shirt, black pants, black shoes
Equipment: Spear
Skills and Abilities: Proficiency with spears and other spear like weapons, pickpocketing, charisma
Biography: Born without a father and abandoned by his mother, asadrack was forced to live in the streets. He wasn't the strongest kid so he turned to pickpocketing and trucking others so he could survive, when he hit the age of 7, he was failed to steel from an old man who after seeing asadrack trying to fight his guards with a broom, using it as a makeshift spear, decided to adopt and train asadrack properly after seeing t fire in asadrack eyes. Asadrack choose the spear for his physical ability areni the best and he could keep his enemies away while he fights them, after his training he joined his adopt father, William stoneray's mercenary group, then, the most came, after losing his father when boarding a ship, after fighting t his life in the small sail boat and being thrown overboard, he washed ashore in this new wori
Registered: Apr 6, 2021 18:29:33 GMT -5
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Post by Asadrack on Apr 8, 2021 12:55:35 GMT -5
After following Tana to a camp, the woman made gestures to an old lady who then translated back to Asadrack, he sighed."I suppose that's true"
Asadrack wasn't the type to sit around but he also knew he wasn't in the position to do otherwise
"It's broken ? Well, at least I still have it" he said after being gii his spear, he smiled gently thanking Tana again then asked where he could rest.
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Hrukka
Committed
Roleplay posts: 79
Age: 34 years
Appearance: Large, burly and green. Nearly 7 feet tall. Wears ragged underclothes and large plate armor painted yellow. His inner self is only 7 inches tall.
Equipment: Heavy plated armor. Small bag of "snacks". Battle axe and near claymore-length sword he wields one-handed. Pocket knife (or rather, a dagger by a human's point of view) he uses for carving wood. Small wooden charm on a necklace his "Mudda" gave him.
Skills and Abilities: Skilled woodcarver and carpenter. Extremely strong for his size, as well as a high pain tolerance. (After all, his main body is fungi, with limited pain receptors.) The ability to regrow limbs of his large body after eating some of his "snacks".
Biography: A fairly simple git,(His words, not mine) Hrukka spent most of his life in his village in the outskirts of the town of..... "Grrharglakka". At the age of 21, he set out to seek his fortune, working as a combat engineer of a local warlord. He went home years later to see his ailing mother, only to find his village burned down by the very warlord he was working with. After he "krumped" the warlord, he built a rough ship, and sailed off to find his future.
Registered: Apr 8, 2021 12:29:02 GMT -5
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Post by Hrukka on Apr 8, 2021 14:59:06 GMT -5
Further up along the shore, Hrukka's sloop hit the sand. He jumped off the side of the small ship, and began heaving it further up shore and dropping the anchor into the sand.
"Roight, I guess I'll set up me hut here." he stated to himself. Talking to himself was a habit of his. He never associated himself much with his coworkers when he was working under the Warlord Harulugthalla. Crude brutes they were, not worth the braincells. So instead, he talked to himself.
He grabbed his axe from the ship, and surveyed the immediate area for good land to begin building. He found a nice spot, a bit inwards from the beach. So, he took his axe, and began looking for wood an bamboo.
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Düen Mossbeard
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78 
Age: Old enough.
Appearance: Short, bearded, and tired of your shit.
Equipment: Like I'd tell ya.
Skills and Abilities: I'm a ranger and I'm a dwarf. If ya can figure out what I'm good at that's yer own damn fault.
Biography: Mind yer own business.
Allegiances: I don't mind them Usque folk.
Place of Residence: My Cave
Registered: Mar 27, 2021 10:36:02 GMT -5
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Apr 8, 2021 17:02:18 GMT -5
Tana had gone for a walk along the beach to let off some steam, exhausted and grumpy feeling. She waded in the water for a time, listening to the sound of the surf. Her foot hit something eventually and she reached down into the water, pulling out a piece of the spear that the man must have been talking about. She frowned and studied the piece, and decided at least the tip could be salvaged to make a new spear. His cry alerted her, she blinked. What was he doing up? She shook her head, scowling. Stubborn men. She kind of stomped toward Asa and pointed toward temporary camp, for now she had to check his wound to make sure no stitches were popped! Assuming he followed her back to camp, she nudged Moir awake. The old woman groaned and then sat up. With a volley of gestures coming at her, the old woman decided it was best just to translate. First to Asadrack: "She says you must rest! You could have hurt yourself more." Then to Duen the old woman kind of yelled so he could hear: "She says that you could have simply helped yourself to the soup any time you wanted to and she even offered you a bowl earlier." And finally, the shattered spear was returned to its owner. Or what remained of it. Düen catches the old woman's words and scowls at her. Then with an affronted harumph he turns to Tana and quickly signs out to her: It ain't payment if I get it myself. He was done with this nonsense of her talking through intermediaries. Rangers invented hand talking, it was the best way to communicate with a partner without alerting your quarry. Vital on dangerous jobs like heading into the underground back in the Usque. He'd learned it from his master as well as all the tricks of the trade. |
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Appearance: ***********
Age: 19
Race: Human
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
***********
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Skills and Abilities: ***********
Class: Cleric
***********
Music: Plays the flute
Drawing
Elemental magics, specifically healing
***********
Healing: Healing can be done in four ways for her...
Depending on the strength of the magic, she will:
If no magic is necessary, she will make a tincture, potion, elixer, or salves of varying strength with herbs.
If the wounds are of a moderate state, she may use a combination of the prior stated, and magic of various strengths depending on severity.
If the wound is severe, i.e. life threatening, she relies only upon magic
Biography: ***********
Mute
Inquisitive
Intelligent but not genius
***********
Tana is a young, shy girl who has a voice but doesn't use her vocal chords to produce it. She was born deep in the usque, a tribe of Humans who had descended from fae of the Usque. She has such a stutter that she chooses not to speak for she was perpetually tongue tied, but instead does her best to communicate in her own version of sign language.
In the wake of the next cataclysm, she and a few of her people drifted through the mist... Not many people made it out alive, or in the same area.
Allegiances: Usqueans
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:50:44 GMT -5
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Apr 8, 2021 18:12:13 GMT -5
She blinked when he signed to her, then scowled herself and planted her hands on her hips. She then gestured to him, "Well, why didn't you say you could understand me?" Her head shook and she threw up her hands. Then she gestured some more, "You would have me look like a fool this whole time, you grouchy fart. You would have thrown the bones away anyhow." She made a harumph sound.
The old woman gave a snort and turned to Asa. "Things just got interesting in this unknown land," she cackled and flopped back down. Then Tana harumphed again, getting Moir's attention. The woman spoke for her again when she gestured wildly at the man, "She says you're to take her bedroll, it's the only one left. Now lie down so she can check your wound and make sure you didn't pop a stitch."
Tana gestured to the dwarf again, "As you can see, while you have been setting up your camp, I have been busy. I have a wounded man here, a stubborn one who won't lie still, that I have to keep watch over. Will it make you happy if I give you my portion of soup?"
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Asadrack
Dedicated
Dead inside
Roleplay posts: 283
Age: 23
Appearance: Brown eyes, meium to long black hair, full bearded, average height, old but very good maintained white shirt, black pants, black shoes
Equipment: Spear
Skills and Abilities: Proficiency with spears and other spear like weapons, pickpocketing, charisma
Biography: Born without a father and abandoned by his mother, asadrack was forced to live in the streets. He wasn't the strongest kid so he turned to pickpocketing and trucking others so he could survive, when he hit the age of 7, he was failed to steel from an old man who after seeing asadrack trying to fight his guards with a broom, using it as a makeshift spear, decided to adopt and train asadrack properly after seeing t fire in asadrack eyes. Asadrack choose the spear for his physical ability areni the best and he could keep his enemies away while he fights them, after his training he joined his adopt father, William stoneray's mercenary group, then, the most came, after losing his father when boarding a ship, after fighting t his life in the small sail boat and being thrown overboard, he washed ashore in this new wori
Registered: Apr 6, 2021 18:29:33 GMT -5
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Post by Asadrack on Apr 8, 2021 18:18:54 GMT -5
"I'll lie down, but won't take the bedroll" then he looked at it, it was blooded for he was lying on it in the beach, he grunted, I'll wash it for you later then sat down and let her look at the wounds
"Btw, thanks for saving me" he said facing the woman "both of you" turning to the dwarf.
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Düen Mossbeard
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: Old enough.
Appearance: Short, bearded, and tired of your shit.
Equipment: Like I'd tell ya.
Skills and Abilities: I'm a ranger and I'm a dwarf. If ya can figure out what I'm good at that's yer own damn fault.
Biography: Mind yer own business.
Allegiances: I don't mind them Usque folk.
Place of Residence: My Cave
Registered: Mar 27, 2021 10:36:02 GMT -5
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Apr 8, 2021 18:44:25 GMT -5
"Ain't no one making ye look the fool but yerself. Not like ye thought ta ask iffin I could." Düen says with a grunt of amusement at the girls affront. "And ye are right, I would have thrown the bones away. But ye offered ta pay fer them and ye should remember ta pay yer debts yerself on yer terms. Not ta wait for someone ta take what was promised from ye, otherwise they might take a damn sight more. Naw eat yer own damn soup." He says with a snort as he turns away from the camp.
He is stopped by the voice of the wounded man. "I ain't done nuthin fer ye." He says with another wry snort. The only person who'd actually done anything for the human was Tana. He finishes his soup, returns the bowl to the camp, and then settles back in with Basco. The bear was still slumbering soundly so he would get no rest just yet.
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Asadrack
Dedicated
Dead inside
Roleplay posts: 283
Age: 23
Appearance: Brown eyes, meium to long black hair, full bearded, average height, old but very good maintained white shirt, black pants, black shoes
Equipment: Spear
Skills and Abilities: Proficiency with spears and other spear like weapons, pickpocketing, charisma
Biography: Born without a father and abandoned by his mother, asadrack was forced to live in the streets. He wasn't the strongest kid so he turned to pickpocketing and trucking others so he could survive, when he hit the age of 7, he was failed to steel from an old man who after seeing asadrack trying to fight his guards with a broom, using it as a makeshift spear, decided to adopt and train asadrack properly after seeing t fire in asadrack eyes. Asadrack choose the spear for his physical ability areni the best and he could keep his enemies away while he fights them, after his training he joined his adopt father, William stoneray's mercenary group, then, the most came, after losing his father when boarding a ship, after fighting t his life in the small sail boat and being thrown overboard, he washed ashore in this new wori
Registered: Apr 6, 2021 18:29:33 GMT -5
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Post by Asadrack on Apr 8, 2021 18:51:01 GMT -5
"well, thanks anyway sir" said Asadrack with a smile
He thought to himself "I hope to the gods I'm right"
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Appearance: ***********
Age: 19
Race: Human
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
***********
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Skills and Abilities: ***********
Class: Cleric
***********
Music: Plays the flute
Drawing
Elemental magics, specifically healing
***********
Healing: Healing can be done in four ways for her...
Depending on the strength of the magic, she will:
If no magic is necessary, she will make a tincture, potion, elixer, or salves of varying strength with herbs.
If the wounds are of a moderate state, she may use a combination of the prior stated, and magic of various strengths depending on severity.
If the wound is severe, i.e. life threatening, she relies only upon magic
Biography: ***********
Mute
Inquisitive
Intelligent but not genius
***********
Tana is a young, shy girl who has a voice but doesn't use her vocal chords to produce it. She was born deep in the usque, a tribe of Humans who had descended from fae of the Usque. She has such a stutter that she chooses not to speak for she was perpetually tongue tied, but instead does her best to communicate in her own version of sign language.
In the wake of the next cataclysm, she and a few of her people drifted through the mist... Not many people made it out alive, or in the same area.
Allegiances: Usqueans
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:50:44 GMT -5
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Apr 8, 2021 19:18:39 GMT -5
She followed the little man and waited until she had his attention again before harumphing and signing, "I offered you a bowl earlier, silly fart." Then she flailed her arms in frustration and walked away. "N-n-not... m-m-my... f-fault-t y-you didn't-t-t eat-t-t." She sniffed after she muttered that under her breath. She moved to the wounded man again and checked to see if he popped a stitch.
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Düen Mossbeard
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: Old enough.
Appearance: Short, bearded, and tired of your shit.
Equipment: Like I'd tell ya.
Skills and Abilities: I'm a ranger and I'm a dwarf. If ya can figure out what I'm good at that's yer own damn fault.
Biography: Mind yer own business.
Allegiances: I don't mind them Usque folk.
Place of Residence: My Cave
Registered: Mar 27, 2021 10:36:02 GMT -5
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Apr 8, 2021 19:22:58 GMT -5
"I only seem ta recall you offering me to go get my own bowl of soup." He grumbles back at her. The girl wanted to claim she offered, and maybe she had, but she clearly hadn't gotten his attention in the doing.
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Asadrack
Dedicated
Dead inside
Roleplay posts: 283
Age: 23
Appearance: Brown eyes, meium to long black hair, full bearded, average height, old but very good maintained white shirt, black pants, black shoes
Equipment: Spear
Skills and Abilities: Proficiency with spears and other spear like weapons, pickpocketing, charisma
Biography: Born without a father and abandoned by his mother, asadrack was forced to live in the streets. He wasn't the strongest kid so he turned to pickpocketing and trucking others so he could survive, when he hit the age of 7, he was failed to steel from an old man who after seeing asadrack trying to fight his guards with a broom, using it as a makeshift spear, decided to adopt and train asadrack properly after seeing t fire in asadrack eyes. Asadrack choose the spear for his physical ability areni the best and he could keep his enemies away while he fights them, after his training he joined his adopt father, William stoneray's mercenary group, then, the most came, after losing his father when boarding a ship, after fighting t his life in the small sail boat and being thrown overboard, he washed ashore in this new wori
Registered: Apr 6, 2021 18:29:33 GMT -5
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Post by Asadrack on Apr 8, 2021 19:55:38 GMT -5
"hello" he said, he had poped one stiche throwing his journal away,"I'll be fine, I had worse, well, not actually sure if I had" he said while grunting because of the pain, then he looked her in the eyes, blushed a little and said "well, at least you can look at my wounds without me bothering you" as he slowly passed out he left her with the words "don't worry, I wouldn't die one on a beautiful woman such as yourself" words he wouldn't remember after the waking up
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Appearance: ***********
Age: 19
Race: Human
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
***********
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Skills and Abilities: ***********
Class: Cleric
***********
Music: Plays the flute
Drawing
Elemental magics, specifically healing
***********
Healing: Healing can be done in four ways for her...
Depending on the strength of the magic, she will:
If no magic is necessary, she will make a tincture, potion, elixer, or salves of varying strength with herbs.
If the wounds are of a moderate state, she may use a combination of the prior stated, and magic of various strengths depending on severity.
If the wound is severe, i.e. life threatening, she relies only upon magic
Biography: ***********
Mute
Inquisitive
Intelligent but not genius
***********
Tana is a young, shy girl who has a voice but doesn't use her vocal chords to produce it. She was born deep in the usque, a tribe of Humans who had descended from fae of the Usque. She has such a stutter that she chooses not to speak for she was perpetually tongue tied, but instead does her best to communicate in her own version of sign language.
In the wake of the next cataclysm, she and a few of her people drifted through the mist... Not many people made it out alive, or in the same area.
Allegiances: Usqueans
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:50:44 GMT -5
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Apr 8, 2021 20:18:15 GMT -5
She sighed, shaking her head. She would staunch the bleeding again, and decided to fix the stitch. Then she found a tree to lean against, close enough to the fire to stay warm but not close enough for it to catch fire. She wrapped her tattered cloak about her as best as she could and leaned back against the tree, head bowing forward. She soon fell into a deep sleep along with the others.
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Usque
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Biography: This is the NPC account for the people of the Usque
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island and Sindarin
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 9:55:43 GMT -5
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Post by Usque on Apr 8, 2021 20:25:06 GMT -5
Further up along the shore, Hrukka's sloop hit the sand. He jumped off the side of the small ship, and began heaving it further up shore and dropping the anchor into the sand. "Roight, I guess I'll set up me hut here." he stated to himself. Talking to himself was a habit of his. He never associated himself much with his coworkers when he was working under the Warlord Harulugthalla. Crude brutes they were, not worth the braincells. So instead, he talked to himself. He grabbed his axe from the ship, and surveyed the immediate area for good land to begin building. He found a nice spot, a bit inwards from the beach. So, he took his axe, and began looking for wood an bamboo.
There was a youngish lass who was walking through the forest toward the beach. She carried a deteriorated looking basket on her head, and a spear in her free hand. Her obvious intent was to fish. For the moment, she did not see Hrukka, so intent was she on catching breakfast. But she was not far from where he had chosen to hunker down.
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Hrukka
Committed
Roleplay posts: 79
Age: 34 years
Appearance: Large, burly and green. Nearly 7 feet tall. Wears ragged underclothes and large plate armor painted yellow. His inner self is only 7 inches tall.
Equipment: Heavy plated armor. Small bag of "snacks". Battle axe and near claymore-length sword he wields one-handed. Pocket knife (or rather, a dagger by a human's point of view) he uses for carving wood. Small wooden charm on a necklace his "Mudda" gave him.
Skills and Abilities: Skilled woodcarver and carpenter. Extremely strong for his size, as well as a high pain tolerance. (After all, his main body is fungi, with limited pain receptors.) The ability to regrow limbs of his large body after eating some of his "snacks".
Biography: A fairly simple git,(His words, not mine) Hrukka spent most of his life in his village in the outskirts of the town of..... "Grrharglakka". At the age of 21, he set out to seek his fortune, working as a combat engineer of a local warlord. He went home years later to see his ailing mother, only to find his village burned down by the very warlord he was working with. After he "krumped" the warlord, he built a rough ship, and sailed off to find his future.
Registered: Apr 8, 2021 12:29:02 GMT -5
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Post by Hrukka on Apr 8, 2021 20:47:52 GMT -5
There was a youngish lass who was walking through the forest toward the beach. She carried a deteriorated looking basket on her head, and a spear in her free hand. Her obvious intent was to fish. For the moment, she did not see Hrukka, so intent was she on catching breakfast. But she was not far from where he had chosen to hunker down. [/div][/quote] From behind her she would her the pounding of a wooden mallet, striking hard against other wood or bamboo. If she looked, she would see a large humanoid, at least 7-8 feet tall. He was covered in various plates of metal, painted various yellows. He was currently pounding a peg into place into a small bamboo and wood platform, a pile of thatch lying next to it. He hadn't noticed her. |
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Usque
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Biography: This is the NPC account for the people of the Usque
Allegiances: Tana the Tongue Tied
Place of Residence: Trinity Island and Sindarin
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 9:55:43 GMT -5
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Post by Usque on Apr 8, 2021 20:52:25 GMT -5
The lass would gasp at the sound and nearly drop her basket. She moved toward that sound and then saw the humanoid at work. "Hello?" she called out.
He wasn't the first to show up where he was, and he wouldn't likely be the last.
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