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 May 1, 2021 19:20:03 GMT -5
Asadrack started seeing red when the creature attacked Tana, as the beast open its mouth for another attack, Asa thrusted his spear, aiming for its chest trying to hit the monster's heart with all his strength
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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 May 1, 2021 19:41:29 GMT -5
She gave a cry when the beast pounced her and tore her flesh. Then the beast gives an inhuman screech as Hrukka cut into its ankle. The monster could not see nor hear, so it did not know the spear was coming it's way, but the spear pierced what happened to be the beast's weak spot and it jerked off of the girl.
Tana scrambled to her feet, but stumbled back to her knees. The sand table had dug into her ribs and actually bruised a rib or two, lucky that was all other than the table being somewhat busted up. She was winded as she pulled the thing off.
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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 May 1, 2021 19:51:30 GMT -5
She gave a cry when the beast pounced her and tore her flesh. Then the beast gives an inhuman screech as Hrukka cut into its ankle. The monster could not see nor hear, so it did not know the spear was coming it's way, but the spear pierced what happened to be the beast's weak spot and it jerked off of the girl. Tana scrambled to her feet, but stumbled back to her knees. The sand table had dug into her ribs and actually bruised a rib or two, lucky that was all other than the table being somewhat busted up. She was winded as she pulled the thing off. Hrukka helped her, hauling the thing off her. He knelt down next to Tana. "Do you need help lass?" He asked softly. |
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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 May 1, 2021 20:06:08 GMT -5
As the beast fell Asadrack pierced again on the same spot to make sure, leaving the spear lodged on its chest. He immediately turned to Tana to check on her
"We need to get you back to camp right now, can you walk ?"
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Whiskers
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Appearance: A grey and white cat with piercing blue eyes. He sports a pirate outfit fit for the finest of crews. A large black captain's hat with crossbones, a caution to others. Is he a captain? No one really knows. Whiskers wears a black shirt as soft as cotton. The black sleeves embroidered with gold accents give way to white ruffled sleeve ends. The shirt has a cute white collar that Whiskers prefers to wear up. Did Whiskers dress himself, or has someone put him in it? No one truly knows.
Equipment: Whiskers takes with him a small pouch used to carry fish, papers, and other oddities.
Skills and Abilities: He does cat things since he is indeed a cat. In addition, he does occasionally deliver letters, but he himself is a true and through pirate.
Biography: meow meow meow meow meow. Meow meow! meow? MEOW!? Meow meow mrrrrr Meow.
Allegiances: anyone with a can of tuna
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 17:01:56 GMT -5
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Post by Whiskers on May 6, 2021 20:39:55 GMT -5
Whiskers follows up by scratching deep into the ankle wound before darting away to safety with a loud hiss.
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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 May 8, 2021 8:14:06 GMT -5
The beast was good and dead. If he hadn't been before, the cat scratch was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Tana was in a lot of pain, both in her ribs and the gashes in her arm. She looked up to the others with sweat already beading on her forehead. She did not shed a tear despite the massive searing of her flesh.
She took the offered help, there was not much else she could do.
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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 May 8, 2021 8:18:35 GMT -5
The beast was good and dead. If he hadn't been before, the cat scratch was the straw that broke the camel's back. Tana was in a lot of pain, both in her ribs and the gashes in her arm. She looked up to the others with sweat already beading on her forehead. She did not shed a tear despite the massive searing of her flesh. She took the offered help, there was not much else she could do. "Alright lass" Hrukka said, kneeling down, "Let me know if you want me to stop." He gently slid his arms underneath her thighs and back, and began to carefully lift Tana up. |
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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 May 8, 2021 9:43:52 GMT -5
Asadrack put one hand on Hrukka's shoulder " leave this to me, that spear is almost broken, it wasn't made from a sturdy enough tree, if anything else appears that won't do the trick again and you still have your weapon" he said pointing at the spear that was bended in the middle and had splinters already coming out from it
Assuming Hrukka would let him carry Tana Asa Said to her "same thing as he said okay, if it hurts you let me know okay."
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Whiskers
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Appearance: A grey and white cat with piercing blue eyes. He sports a pirate outfit fit for the finest of crews. A large black captain's hat with crossbones, a caution to others. Is he a captain? No one really knows. Whiskers wears a black shirt as soft as cotton. The black sleeves embroidered with gold accents give way to white ruffled sleeve ends. The shirt has a cute white collar that Whiskers prefers to wear up. Did Whiskers dress himself, or has someone put him in it? No one truly knows.
Equipment: Whiskers takes with him a small pouch used to carry fish, papers, and other oddities.
Skills and Abilities: He does cat things since he is indeed a cat. In addition, he does occasionally deliver letters, but he himself is a true and through pirate.
Biography: meow meow meow meow meow. Meow meow! meow? MEOW!? Meow meow mrrrrr Meow.
Allegiances: anyone with a can of tuna
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 17:01:56 GMT -5
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Post by Whiskers on May 12, 2021 14:27:43 GMT -5
Whiskers is just a cat and not much help but he will lick her hand that is hopefully uninjured to provide some type of sympathy.
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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 May 12, 2021 14:54:48 GMT -5
Asadrack put one hand on Hrukka's shoulder " leave this to me, that spear is almost broken, it wasn't made from a sturdy enough tree, if anything else appears that won't do the trick again and you still have your weapon" he said pointing at the spear that was bended in the middle and had splinters already coming out from it Assuming Hrukka would let him carry Tana Asa Said to her "same thing as he said okay, if it hurts you let me know okay." "I've got it lad, I appreciate the concern. However, I can move faster than you with her weight." He says, before he begins to carry her back.
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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 May 12, 2021 15:07:45 GMT -5
"Sure," he said to Hrukka, Asa pull the spear from the monster, broke it in half and took the pointed part with him
Asa looked at Tana, it seemed that she was unconscious "We got go fast," he said, he carefully picked up the cat, assuming the animal would let him he said "Hope you don't mind coming with us." Placing the animal on his shoulders
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Whiskers
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Appearance: A grey and white cat with piercing blue eyes. He sports a pirate outfit fit for the finest of crews. A large black captain's hat with crossbones, a caution to others. Is he a captain? No one really knows. Whiskers wears a black shirt as soft as cotton. The black sleeves embroidered with gold accents give way to white ruffled sleeve ends. The shirt has a cute white collar that Whiskers prefers to wear up. Did Whiskers dress himself, or has someone put him in it? No one truly knows.
Equipment: Whiskers takes with him a small pouch used to carry fish, papers, and other oddities.
Skills and Abilities: He does cat things since he is indeed a cat. In addition, he does occasionally deliver letters, but he himself is a true and through pirate.
Biography: meow meow meow meow meow. Meow meow! meow? MEOW!? Meow meow mrrrrr Meow.
Allegiances: anyone with a can of tuna
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 17:01:56 GMT -5
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Post by Whiskers on May 12, 2021 15:19:49 GMT -5
The cat meows but it doesn't seem like a complaint. Whiskers happily rests on Asadrack's shoulder. The cat is so happy that he begins the purr as the group move quickly in search of help. Poor Tana, Whiskers hopes that she will make it and recover well. All they can do now is hope they're quick enough.
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Axainne Snowfeather
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 24
Appearance: She is a delicate looking creature with hair of mottled silver, frosty blue eyes. She is a tall lithe form with long legs. Feathers appear to be in both her hair and wings, mottled white that span six feet across. Her feet are a mix between that of a snowy owl's and a human. Clothing is usually the gauzy silks of the nymphs
Equipment: ------
Enchanted spear
Light armor
Camping gear that includes cooking stuff and grappling stuff
Wooden flute
Skills and Abilities: Singing
Flying
Playing instruments
Biography: She only knows the Usque and the people there. When the great flood happened, her whole world crumbled beneath her almost literally. How long had she flown through the mist?
Axainne was raised by nymphs, an abandoned or lost child (they do not know) who had to watch birds to learn how to fly, otherwise her beautiful wings would be useless...
Registered: May 3, 2021 17:15:26 GMT -5
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Post by Axainne Snowfeather on May 17, 2021 19:30:12 GMT -5
Her muscles ached as she flew over the forest. She was losing steam… quickly. Out of breath, the exhausted duralam made a slow descent, not even on purpose, at first, and then her wings sort of just… gave out. The creature went crashing down, simply just relaxing and breathing into it. Luckily enough for her, the landing wasn’t harmful even if it took her breath away. She stumbled to her knees and fell to her hands, gasping for breath.
Axainne’s eyes squinted a few times as she saw spots before her. She could feel her wings sagging, too tired to even fold properly.
Her hands gripped at the foliage beneath her and she fell forward again, nuzzling her face into the soft moss against her cheek. She began to sob, for she was alive, and there was land beneath her.
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Tyndall of House Lyrr
Established
Roleplay posts: 38 
Appearance: Tyndall is a tanned, weathered sea elf with black hair and green eyes. He stands at 6'1" and 190lbs. He carries himself with the ease of one who has come to master all that he sets himself to, but there is a kindness deep in his eyes that only his closest friends have ever gotten a glimpse of.
Equipment: As befits his stature as a Royal of Lyrralium, Tyndall wears a very exquisite set of armor, studded leather with overlapping metal plates. A hand crossbow adorns one hip, while at the other is sheathed Eidolon, the Skybreaker. A blade whose monster-slaying deeds are second only to those of its owner. His ship is known as the Outcast, renamed by Tyndall when his family set him apart for not having the same sorcerous abilities as they.
Skills and Abilities: Tyndall is an adept bladeself, shooter, and ship captain. But above all else he is a consummate monster hunter. Exiled in all but name from participating in the usual Royal activities, he learned the art of monster and leviathan hunting from his former mentor. Dragons, krakens, vampires and more have all fallen to Tyndall and the ship(s) at his command.
Biography: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YJxwrOyIaNWCDpXdXVmO5dPpLlgn6cSe9cd3e_msfGs/edit
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:29:50 GMT -5
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Post by Tyndall of House Lyrr on May 21, 2021 9:20:57 GMT -5
Her muscles ached as she flew over the forest. She was losing steam… quickly. Out of breath, the exhausted duralam made a slow descent, not even on purpose, at first, and then her wings sort of just… gave out. The creature went crashing down, simply just relaxing and breathing into it. Luckily enough for her, the landing wasn’t harmful even if it took her breath away. She stumbled to her knees and fell to her hands, gasping for breath. Axainne’s eyes squinted a few times as she saw spots before her. She could feel her wings sagging, too tired to even fold properly. Her hands gripped at the foliage beneath her and she fell forward again, nuzzling her face into the soft moss against her cheek. She began to sob, for she was alive, and there was land beneath her. Another day, another foray into the woods for supplies. After yesterday's unique encounter with the snake-woman, the crew had not spent enough time trying to gather supplies. They had just made landfall when they saw the strange form crash into the foliage ahead of them. Tyndall sighed, "Come on lads, best to go check it out. Might be another strange crew member. Or at least something worth checking out." Tyndall led the way, headed towards where the strange figure had smashed through the trees. |
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Axainne Snowfeather
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 24
Appearance: She is a delicate looking creature with hair of mottled silver, frosty blue eyes. She is a tall lithe form with long legs. Feathers appear to be in both her hair and wings, mottled white that span six feet across. Her feet are a mix between that of a snowy owl's and a human. Clothing is usually the gauzy silks of the nymphs
Equipment: ------
Enchanted spear
Light armor
Camping gear that includes cooking stuff and grappling stuff
Wooden flute
Skills and Abilities: Singing
Flying
Playing instruments
Biography: She only knows the Usque and the people there. When the great flood happened, her whole world crumbled beneath her almost literally. How long had she flown through the mist?
Axainne was raised by nymphs, an abandoned or lost child (they do not know) who had to watch birds to learn how to fly, otherwise her beautiful wings would be useless...
Registered: May 3, 2021 17:15:26 GMT -5
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Post by Axainne Snowfeather on May 21, 2021 11:10:10 GMT -5
She panted after crying, feeling exhausted. She lay there for a time as she was, cheek pressed to the earth and eyes shut. Axainne heard the sound of approaching footsteps, however, and sat up weakly. She stumbled to her feet, feeling threatened already, for she did not know who approached. The duralam looked up at what looked to be a marked tree, a very tall one, and she attempted to scale it but her wings felt so useless that it was impossible and she only came crashing down again. Then she crawled and stumbled to her feet, talon toes curling into the dirt for purchase.
The snowy owl woman did her best to start running, but she was hampered by limp wings and feet that weren't exactly suited for running. She gritted her teeth and crashed through the brush, sobbing in fear and confusion.
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