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Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: King, Kila
Characters involved: Charlie (Kila), Vioroll (King)
Setting: The family shrine in the War Fortress
Time: Late morning to early afternoon on the 23rd of Ganthor
Weather: Ash and thunder storms.

<b>Thread Status:</b> CLOSED
<b>Players involved:</b> Rogue, Kokopuffs
<b>Characters involved:</b> Naren (Rogue); Akeme (Kokopuffs)
<b>Setting:</b> Sondaryn Forest, near Oslark
<b>Time:</b> Current, around midday
<b>Weather:</b> Balmy summer temperatures, with a few wispy clouds but not much to fear. The forest is particularly lush.

Naren was broke, and hungry. Sure, he could go off into the forest and find some edible plants, but it took no small amount of effort, and he had become accustomed to eating delicious, varied food. Not whatever he could root out the ground and char over a fire. That would take hours of effort harvesting, preparing and cooking, which wouldn't really satisfy his current aching for something hot. A little morsel of pastry perhaps, with cheese and sweet tomatoes.
His mouth watered at the very thought of it. 

However, the forest road barely offered more than spiked rocks underfoot and unripe fruits hanging from the trees that bent down overhead. Not a delicious meal. Perhaps give it another half a season, and then things would be starting to look more promising... Perhaps when he passed back this way again come the autumn there would be better pickings. But again, it didn't satisfy his current cravings. There were too many birds around as well, tiny little ball-shaped things that flitted between the branches above and shouted obscenities at one another. They'd have the best of the fruit before he could get at it, especially if he wasn't hanging around the area. No, it was useless trying to find anything himself here. Anything edible would have gone to the forest creatures as soon as it appeared- and if they hadn't had it, no doubt travellers previous to himself would have taken the ripe pickings. He grumbled to himself and hoped that the road led somewhere soon, where he could beg some lunch off a tradesman or inn in return for a song or two. Perhaps three, if they had something tasty with cheese involved.

Character's Name: Asy

Nicknames: N/A

Age: 53

Gender: Female

Species: Binturong Kelahati

Abilities: Herbalist- Asy has a way with plants, creating healing potions and pulses from plants she grows or finds. She enjoys making things grow. She's also weirdly adept at climbing trees.

Appearance: Asy is quite striking to pass, with fairly visible Kelahati traits. Her eyes are bright gold and her skin very pale, contrasting with her dark black hair. She wears it long and straight, perhaps with parts tied up in braids. The top half of her hair is a light purpley-grey. Her forearms are edged with silvery fur down to her wrists, as are her lower legs. She has a tail about the same length as her torso, dark black and prehensile. 
Asy is 5'7 in her human form, and prefers to wear pale, form-fitting clothes. 


A binturong, or bearcat, is part of the civet family. Asy is a length of around 2ft, and is about the same size as a collie dog. They typically have blue-black fur tipped with silver, golden-brown eyes and long white whiskers. They are excellent climbers and like to sleep draped over branches. They are omnivores, but the greater proportion of their diet is fruit, as well as some protein from caught prey, and live in rainforests. They smell like buttered popcorn.



Personality: 
Composed | Devious | Graceful | Patient | Proud

Asy is coldly devoted to bettering herself and securing herself a good position in the world. She takes great pride in her appearance and her work, presenting herself in a certain way that is crisp and controlled. She has a long-term goal for herself, although is reluctant to share her own ideas and motivations. She is adept at redirecting a conversation to the partner, making sure to squirrel away information that she could use at a later point in time. 
She is fiercely protective of her herbal remedies and the recipes for her works.

<b>Thread Status:</b> Open
<b>Players involved:</b> Lielixthe
<b>Characters involved:</b> Ivankelle
<b>Setting:</b> West Sleibte, Madefactus Lake
<b>Time:</b> Two hours before nightfall
<b>Weather:</b> Lightly snowing

- BOOM - 

The explosion was nothing like her usual fireworks. Those were more bark than bite, meant to bedazzle and entertain. This one, this one was meant to hurt. Ivankelle's entire arm was tingling; she wasn't used to firing off blasts at such close range. It had been something close to reflex; sheer instinct as she reacted to the threat of being plunged into ice-cold water. Cold and deep enough to drown in. Pushing through the aftershocks of the blast, she stumbled forward to the fallen figure on the ground. 

He was in far worse shape than her, handsome face scratched with dirt and clothes singed in places. The teen had been unable to put up much of a fight as she pulled them further away from the bank of Madefactus, though an attempt was made to get away as she clinically divested him of any belongings apart from the clothes on his back. Said attempt earned him only a quintet of fiery rings encircling him, tightening in threat whenever he so much as breathed too deeply. 

"What? Only this much? Che..." Ivankelle gave the items an disparaging kick, sending up a flurry of snow that settled starkly against the hems of her clothes. She sighed, muttering to herself."At least that means there weren't any other victims...hopefully." The softness in her voice was gone when she addressed her then-assailant-now-prisoner, going on a guess and hoping to intimate the blonde-haired teen into telling the truth.

"Tell me! Where are the others!"

Thread status: Closed
Players involved: Sparx, Kila
Characters involved: Heather, Rah-juh 
Setting: The docks of Roryd Lake
Time: Current
Weather: Cloudy with some sprinkling

This was not the kind of rut she had expected to fall into when she left her small home lake in search of something new. Heather had made for the sea with little experience with both humans and other mermaids, completely naïve to the nature of the rest of the world. Unfortunately, that's meant that while she knew that men were easily persuaded by a pretty girl who batted her eyes at them, she did not know that merpeople should be extra cautious around fishermen, and most people in the general world overall.

This lack of worldly knowledge was what had gotten her caught in a net mid-conversation and then bagged and dragged off in a cart. Before she knew it, Heather was being thrown in a far-too-small and poorly filtered display tank in the middle of a market on a dock she knew wasn't close to home. With so little space, she could hardly move around, let alone build up enough momentum to throw herself out of this humiliating glass prison.

The mermaid's captor was a smug looking human fisherman, a man whom had seemed helpful and concerned when Heather had first approached him for help in her travels but now seemed slimy and twisted. Though muffled through the glass, Heather could hear him throwing pitches at every passerby, trying to earn a pretty penny off either her flesh or her "services" or both, depending on the look of the potential buyer.

Oh, if only she could reach him somehow, she would make him regret everything!

But as things were, Heather was horribly cramped and her body aching. The water, unsuited to her or any marine creature for living, was making it difficult for her to breathe. Ramming against the glass in a desperately attempt to free herself was only exhausting her. And even if she did get out, then what? There were too many land-dwellers that would probably snatch her up again, and if she got past them, she would have to swim through the ocean waters in her weakened state, which would probably Ben impossible for a freshwater creature like her.

With a cry of frustration, she banged her fists against the glass one last time. What was she going to do?

Character's Name: Naren

Nicknames:N/A

Age: 85

Gender: Male

Species: Visek Elf

Abilities: Naren is a bard. He also has arcane magical talents, which he generally applies to creating illusions. He is particularly skilled at manipulating noise, concealing or creating noise. He can apply his magic to music, enhancing his skills and turning a dull melody into one that can captivate and bewitch. Instruments he may not have the raw skill to play, suddenly become tuneful in his hands, with a little magical touch.

Appearance:

Naren tends to wear wide, flowing trousers and always carries a large bag with him, stuffed full of musical instruments of all types. He is seen most often with a rebec and a pipe chanter. He is tall, with pointed ears and short-cut hair, especially at the sides. 

Personality:
Self-indulgent | Arrogant | Mellow | Lyrical | Disciplined | Debonair

From a young age, Naren has been dedicated to his music, and it has shaped his personality. He is incredibly disciplined when it comes to practicing his instruments, becoming completely engrossed in tuning and tweaking this or that, and running over bars for hours at a time. As such, he is confident in his abilities and happy to show them off; Naren has been known to wildly overstate his abilities and boast constantly. His outlook on life is positive, consistent in his belief that the best will come his way, as due to such talent and skill as his. If he wants something, he will have it; why should he, a delight, be denied anything the world cared to offer? As such, he can be rather demanding at times, although outside of his needs, he is a relaxed and easygoing fellow who exudes a certain charm whereever he goes.