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
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Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Skills and Abilities: ***********
Class: Cleric
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Music: Plays the flute
Drawing
Elemental magics, specifically healing
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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 14:48:11 GMT -5
She blushed a little more and bit into her bottom lip. Tana shifted on her knees and looked at him with question in her eyes as if asking, "What are you going to do for me?" without voicing it out loud. Her mouth quirked and she kind of grunted at him. She then stood and took off the sandals she had fashioned out of grass and reed, and she stuck her feet in the water.
Then she did something unexpected; she hummed prettily, sitting down on her butt and idly kicking her feet in the water. From there, she began to braid her hair. She was getting comfortable around him, it seemed. But she was still quite bashful, it also seemed.
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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 14:58:19 GMT -5
Asadrack watched as she sat down on the water and did the same sitting by her side."So" he said,"I don't know how exactly, but I want to help you relax a bit, people seem to rely on you and it would be bad if you had a breakdown, I just want to help you relax, help you carry the weight on your shoulders"
A gentle breeze hit both of them, as he listens to the humming, he looked at her while running his hands through the water then said "so, anything you would like to do for yourself in this pretty day ?"
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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 15:20:23 GMT -5
She wished she could tell the story of how they came through the mists, but it would take so long for her to tell it. A frown touched her face and she stopped humming for a moment, then looked over to him, giving a light shrug because she wasn't sure what to ask for. Then she began to sign slowly, pointing to him, shaking her head and then pointing to him, as if to say that he could not help her. In truth, what she wanted was for some normalcy.
Then she slowly turned her head to look at him, and it was one of those long and slow looks. She had done it a few times since their first encounter. And why not? She was warm-blooded. He wasn't hard to look at. Her eyes stopped at his mouth, pausing for a long time. Tana looked away, sighing softly. No, he couldn't help her, she thought, suddenly standing up and gesturing for him to follow her.
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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 15:38:10 GMT -5
Asadrack watched as Tana signed to him, trying to pay attention to the gestures, not being sure what exactly they meant, then he noticed her looking in his eyes then his lips, Asadrack's heart skipped a beat,"I must be imagining things" he thought to himself, after the she suddenly got up, he followed, his mind racing with reasons why she look at him that way."do I have something in my teeth" or "does my breath smells bad ?" Where some of the thoughts he had
Asadrack couldn't understand why she was so kind, he had bad experience with monarchs, yet she was the opposite of them.
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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 9, 2021 15:33:52 GMT -5
It'd been two weeks since she had led the big man to the encampment. With or without his help, there was a lot of activity where the camp was being built. If he chose to stay, well, he would be in good company with the blacksmith and such. He wouldn't want for eye candy either, for there were several pretty, fae looking lasses in their remains of their armor. Most notably was the woman they called queen, a shy pretty thing who rarely spoke. She was nowhere to be found that day, having taken off with Asa. They would likely be back soon enough, for they weren't too far from camp.
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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 9, 2021 16:51:48 GMT -5
He didn't pay much attention to the women themselves, rather paying attention to their handiwork.
"Not bad...." he thought to himself, "tents could stand to be spaced out more. Don't want them to catch fire all at once. Perhaps a few ramparts or pallisades would help. All in good time."
He suddenly remembered where he was, and turned to his companion. "This the place yeah?"
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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 9, 2021 19:36:18 GMT -5
The camp was kind of cramped, but there were an increasing number of people showing up as of late and things needed to be fixed. These people were used to sleeping in tree houses, so the tents were placed all wrong. The biggest tent was the only one set apart from the others and that was for a good reason. The queen slept in that tent.
There was a makeshift forge off to one side.
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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 9, 2021 19:57:12 GMT -5
"You lot need to space these tentz out. And why the zog do they look like they were put by a cat blindfolded!?"
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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 9, 2021 20:08:25 GMT -5
"We were once in a forest with tall trees, we make tree houses, not tents," said the girl he was speaking to. "But they do fine for what they are. It gets cold at night and these tents help keep us warm despite how they look."
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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 9, 2021 20:10:31 GMT -5
"Well zog it, you should have told me that. You lot need tree houses, I can build ya zogging tree houses." Hrukka said with an air of exasperation.
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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 9, 2021 21:42:02 GMT -5
"We were going to start building soon, but some of us are sick from the mist," said the girl. "There aren't many of us left."
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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 9, 2021 21:46:56 GMT -5
"Zoggin.... you lot need to rest. I can build treehouses for you lot, you all shouldn't be exerting yourselves. How many of you are there, and how man of ye are still healthy?"
He admired their bravery, but if they're going to kill themselves trying to get here....
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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 10, 2021 11:15:57 GMT -5
"There are at least twenty of us, more coming hopefully. Four or five infirmed, one child, one old woman, the rest are occupied with trying to hunt and trap or gather things to build. But we're tired, you're right." Something about the mist had stuck with them and they hadn't had any good sleep since who knew how long?
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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 10, 2021 11:42:36 GMT -5
"There are at least twenty of us, more coming hopefully. Four or five infirmed, one child, one old woman, the rest are occupied with trying to hunt and trap or gather things to build. But we're tired, you're right." Something about the mist had stuck with them and they hadn't had any good sleep since who knew how long? "Zogging.... You lot are busy. How about this, you take me to da bozz, And I'll see about getting to work." Hrukka decided, "I'll build the lot of ye the best zoggin house ye could ask for." |
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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 10, 2021 14:44:39 GMT -5
"Bozz?" she asked in confusion... Then she realized he must be talking about Tana. "Ohhh, she is hunting right now, but she will be back soon enough."
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