Intrepid: Adventure runs like fire through her veins. If there are goods out there to be had she wants to go find them right that instant. Hidden items, gold, treasure, everything and anything of currency or emotional value. She will got to all kinds of lengths to aquire these items. Cliffs, mountains, diving, swamps whatever nothing she can't get around or through...eventually. It might just take a little effort that is all.
Extravagant: Having aquired said currency she immediately seeks out or refinds the buyer for it, so she can get her hands on something else. Usually something she has seen at market. She is good at her trade and a fair haggler as well. usually getting a fair price for her items. As such she is fairly well off and is able to spoil herself with fine furs and clothing which she adores. She is willing to sink large amounts of profit into a single item.
Perky: All days and indeed some nights are filled with opportunity. The sun, the rain, such things may reveal clues that otherwise would be overlooked. These clues lead to stories, people, items among other things. And along with all of those wonderful things why be gloomy? About the only thing that gets her down is people staring at her funny, but even that will probably change overtime. She is different and that is the way she likes it.
Personality: Overall she is a very bright and happy person, content to wander all around, market to market. Trading is one of her biggest joys while young and grows into a career as she gets older. She will most likely follow the Treasure Hunter path with a hobby in dance.
If she has a disagreement with someone or does not like said someone she will treat them to a deep silence and most likely do a good job of ignoring them overall. Her skin is a touchy subject still and she feels that people should either accept it or leave her alone. A few questions are tolerated especially if people are just curious, no its not a disease no it doesn't spread and har father has a patch too so its not THAT uncommon.
She likes to learn and delights in puzzles and riddles that occasionally come with seeking treasure and speaking with interesting people, which she commonly finds on her morning runs.
She loves Tale and feels its only problem is that it is not cold enough usually to warrent furs so the furs she does collect stay hidden away until she travels to Sauti or Zena where she will actually need them. For now its just fun to have them.
She is also a fan of interesting creatures the more rare the better. But occasionally such creatures can be more work then she is cut out for. And to avoid damage to herself or her precious items she will release them.
She is curious about the other peoples and has plans to help them find their treasures too. Distance from home usually equals more interesting things or at least that is her opinion on the matter. Description: See Image Clothing: See Image Accessories: See image
History: Irro grew up in Yera with her parents who doted on her. Her father possesses a patch like hers on his stomach so they think that that is where she got her patterning from. As far as her parents are concerned their daughter is just as beautiful as any other, even more so if anything. They made sure not to outright spoil her but she had always had a love of trinkets and markets. Some of their favorite family outings included visits to these places.
The war with Oba put a temporary halt to the large markets but now the new alliances promises new items and new trade and her whole family is excited to dive into this new venture. Her father is a treasure hunter where her mother is a dancer. She practices both but knows that the Treasure Hunter route is the one for her.
Because non of her immediate family were involved in the war they remained mostly untouched by its effect eccept the odd friend who participated. Therefore they are more open then not to the idea of Obans sharing Jahaur with the shifters and alkidikes. Irro's family has no quarrel with any of them and seem to get along rather well with those who visit.
Once a year the family takes a trip to a town outside of Yera for a change of scenery, they have been to quite a few towns in Jahaur and a few in Sauti. Irro looks forward to the expeditions to Zena and Oba. She has rescently become close to a cousin who is a merchent and has found a deal with a healer in which Irro will seek out herbs as a supplier. It wasn't treasure per say but it would get her out of the house and knowing a merchant could only be a good thing for an aspiring collector right?
She has no siblings but has a sneaking suspicion that her parents are trying. She is excited about this and hopes that she gets a baby brother. It was somewhat lonely for her as an only child with a difference so an addition to their family is something for her to look forward to. She has two close friends otherwise, both leaf ladies that are her best friends.
"The settlements of Tendaji all knew how to take care of themselves during the winter. Zena and Sauti received their usual snow fall, for Zena it was nearly year round and didn't faze them much at all; Tale and Jauhar seemed to retain most of their heat, dropping to milder temperatures; Matori and Oba seemed to flux between mild during the day and a sharp chill in the evenings. But usually it was all under control.
Word had passed through the elders and oracles and mystics that this winter was going to be a hard winter. The air would be sharp with cold and snow would fall in all areas of the world, something that had never happened before in Jauhar.
It came as a shock when the temperatures began to drop rapidly through the night. Most had thought that it was just a joke. There couldn't possibly be enough cold air to send snow to Jauhar. It was absurd. But it happened, and most of Tendaji wasn't prepared.
In the morning everything was frosted over, those in Zena and most of Sauti were barely able to open their doors the snow had risen so high overnight, and those in warmer climates could see the sheet of frost on the ground and the plants around them.
If the winter was going to be a long one, they would have to salvage what they could and come up with a plan... " Irro rolled out of bed in the morning to absolute quiet. Disconcerted by this oddity she rushed to the front of the hut to see what was going on. She cracked the door slowly and peeked through the crack to see an abnormal amount of white. She reefed the door open the rest of the way, this wasn't some freak remnant of the Oban war somehow transplanted into her home village, this was a miracle of nature...or maybe it would be a curse. Frost had covered everything, including the door frame. Her family wasn't in sight but tracks lead away from the house so she didn't think they had gone very far. Tentatively she stuck a foot out, hand braced on the door frame, and dunked her toe in the skiff of white just outside the door. Her foot was retracted quickly, cold and wet. Ick. She looked at her feet thoughtfully, the thin strips pf leather wrapped around them was beautiful but she needed something more substantial, she returned to her room and dug around in her leather collection. Cutting foot shaped pads out of the leather plate she proceeded to make herself a pair of sandals. That was the wonderful thing about her room. There was often something she could use hidden inside. Returning to the door she stepped out more confidently and delighted in the tracks she made, following her parents trail, she paused often to gaze at the new shapes the frost made on the trees she had grown up with. It was beautiful, but as she heard when she found her parents talking with others of the village it was also dangerous. If these conditions were to stay and get worse then their village would have to prepare now and gather tubers and roots, meat to smoke and salvage what fresh stuff they could to eat right away before the first made it inedible. Irrohnaghal turned herself around and immediately went scouting out for materials instead of enduring the odd looks form the villagers. They knew she lived here, knew she couldn't spread her discolouration but they still took every opportunity to stare which in light of the gravity of the situation she didn't feel like putting up with it and in doing so waste time standing around talking about something that could be fixed through immediate snd thorough action. Determination, cooperation and accomplishment would get her family through this winter. She started off down the family trail and started to dig out as many tubers as she could get her hands on. Soon her parents caught up and after a hug and praise for starting on her own, they all bent to their work. Her father and mother dug while Irro ferried their finds home to pile on a blanket to be washed and readied for storage later. The exercise did much to brighten her spirit, her heart pounded merrily, while her mother commented on her healthy flushed face. Then she had to avoid her silly father who tried to pinch her cheeks, her mother teamed up with her to fend her father off. He was mischievous to be sure, the brat. Her parents were a good family unit, without their love she would have been miserable. She hadan odd skin condition which they thought she had inherited from her father, it caused an odd mottling, which despite being somewhat pretty tended to scare people upon meeting her. It was sad, and she could spend her time sulking about it or she could get on with her life and live it. She had chosen the later and was much happier for it. Once most of that days work was done, Irro checked on Maeli and Tazi's families. Both of her friends were doing well and each paused for a quick chat before the end of the day meal needed to be prepared. Come what may, those closest to Irro were preparing as best as they could. Hopefully the long winter would pass peacefully. Maybe it wouldn't take as long as people were foretelling , she was old enough now to go on her own adventures but she was not prepared for frost, cold or heavy snowfall. She was quite used to the warm Tale weather and she quite liked it. It was one thing to travel somewhere cold like Zena to hunt for a special item but it was another to spend months in the cold. They needed to make furs and fuzzy boots as well as blankets and other warm things to. Work and live in this stuff. As it was, after a day in the stuff her family sat in a circle with their feet in hot water. It was the easiest and most effective way to get warm. Thankfully no one had gotten frost bite, but they were busily working on new warm boots for tomorrow , it wouldn't do to tempt nature for another day with careless action. Word Count :844
Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 11:00 pm
S002
Irro stepped lightly through the bustling market, her heart sang with joy over the prospects of new finds from foreign places, she had a bit of coin to spend too, so it was doubly joyous. Their stores, collected in haste had held them over until spring broke the choke hold of winter. This was the first market of the warm months and it seemed as though all the energy of winter that had pent up now released itself from the people of Yera. Raucous laughter, tipsy patrons and unceasing chatter assaulted the ears after so much maddening quiet. Irro sidled up to a food stall and got herself something to chew on while she perused the stalls. She paused to admire some fine leather from Sauti, a small chunk in particular caught her eye and she resolved to come back later and buy it that was if she didn’t find something more interesting along the line. It paid to visit the most interesting stalls first, least the best items be bought before one got there. It was a technique she had perfected while very young and it usually served her well. Ducking through crowds and squeezing between people she manoeuvred closer to other vendors, one of which had particularly fine leather journals, she couldn’t resist buying one, her modest pocket treasury limped along, but even if she found nothing else of interest today , the journal had delighted her enough to hopefully hold her until the next market happened. She rubbed the fine soft material and held it to her face to bask in the unique heady scent of the leather. It was a simple joy and all the more valued for it. She pranced around the odd looks effectively blocked by her good mood, nothing would ruin today for her. She saw a few more purchasable items of interest but non compares to the journal she had bough. A snippet of conversation caught her wandering attention and she drifted closer so she could hear all the words clearly. “Oh aye Oba be full o’ treasure, it’s the space them poor blokes be lacking. An old culture has lots o’ old secrets ya know.” A deep boisterous voiced man boomed to his curious audience. He was rather portly and was encased in rich reds and browns wrapped about his broad barrel chest. She rather fancied that his ensemble magnified his voice; well he looked like a drum, sounded like a drum, why not? This was the most exciting news all winter, treasure in a mysterious country? To her it definitely beat the gossip about who had dated whom recently, and it was ten times better then weather news which was talked about every day.
“Many tales, many tales, one in particular is most charming, ‘bout a sea prince, not one o’ them Matori folk see, this one had hisself a tail.” The merchant, (at least that was what he looked like), guffawed out a laugh.
“This prince he fancied hisself a fine Oban lass, and he could have her ‘cept her father demanded a hefty price, legend says she wanted all the gold in the sea for his daughter, cause he would lose her to the ocean never to be seen again. When the trade happened the treasure was so heavy it sunk most of the ships, all the ships..but one. The last ship called Rodegai, a sailing word meaning “Delivered of the Moon,” made it to the shore and unloaded its cargo to be stored away, never to be seen outside the Oban’s castle again.”
The crowd, lured in to the tail, was silent. Irro was enraptured, a boatload of treasure? She definitely had to check this out. Wondering how long the trip would be, how far was Oba anyway? She stopped again at the journal place and picked up another. A big trip would need a lot of writing space. Arriving at home nearly bursting with energy she told her parents where she was going. Hopping from foot to foot she stared at them hopefully. Her mother Saylie placed a hand on her father’s chest. They hadn’t seen their daughter this excited for a long time, and they were reluctant to dampen that enthusiasm.
“Sweetie, you couldn’t have picked a less mysterious place to go to?”
“What your mother is trying to say is that Oba hasn’t been explored all that much, therefore it might be much more dangerous than you think, you will also be travelling alone, and we worry! We are parents, that is what we do.” Her father Daiyrest pulled her mother close.
“Yeah I got that, I just need to go to this place. I think my destiny is there!”
Her father quirked a brow at her.
“Ugh Dad!”
“Alright, alright fine, but your taking a night to think it over.”
Rohna groaned as if this was a particularly firm and dreadful form of punishment. She scuttled off to her room all dejected like.
“You know Daiy, she’s going to sneak out in the middle of the night.”
“I know, best she start practicing her sneaking skills now, you heard that story today, she’s going after the treasure.”
When Irro slunk past the common area she saw a bag that hadn’t been there before, curious she peeked inside and found food and rope.
“Mom,” she whispered, smiling. They knew her so well, she would be careful for them, for herself. She stepped outside the door and planted a kiss on the frame. “Be safe,” she whispered and then skipped off into the night.
In the morning she made camp and got her bearings, she selected one of the journals and documented all that she had seen and heard so far. When she returned home she would have all of her memories for this trip to pour over later. She snuggled her journal close, her life was beginning, a new adventure. It was like the world had opened up , so many possibilities available for the taking. Her challenge was to find and acquire those awesome things, and if they belonged to someone else at least get a good look at them. She just knew they were all hidden out there in the nooks and crannies of Tendaji. It was about time she had gotten herself out of Yera. It was dead boring, but too dangerous to leave what with the heavy winter they had had. She had no siblings and her friends couldn’t always keep her company. Thank goodness spring had finally come to dispel the doldrums of winter. Once she had the proper direction and a nap she got back on the path and made good time. Her feet seemed to eat up the distance and despite the sores she had developed on them she was happy. So happy she glowed, what a glorious day! She twirled down the path, not a soul in sight, it was divine to just let loose. She could do what she wanted, when she wanted without worrying about keeping a proper image or worrying about what they thought of her. People could be so narrow minded it was so sad. But she would not think about that, she had adventure to find!
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2014 2:40 pm
S003 As she travelled south the climate got warmer and brighter, on the borderlands spring was more advanced and with rain the flowers bloomed madly, it was a beautiful place. The flowers soon thinned out giving way to hardy scrub bushes that could survive in these harsher environs, they were less pretty but very practical, they provided shade and seed for local rodents, which in turn fed larger and larger predators. She scouted areas well before resting and made a point of checking behind herself periodically. Predators tended to come from behind and she was not interested in becoming lunch. The sun blazed and became hotter and hotter, she sweated more then she thought possible, burning through her water supply. Fortunately two Oban brothers were heading in the opposite direction, having been born in Oba, they were much better prepared and gave her enough water to get her to a city, where she would be better able to provide for herself. When she finally stumbled into an oasis city she felt like kissing the ground... as long as that ground was in some shade. She almost fell into the fountain when she tried to get a drink, much to the amusement of a few onlookers. They no doubt had easily deduced she was not Oban, they neither hindered nor helped, just watched her foreign antics with much amusement. If her destination was in another city it would have to wait for a while as she would need to rest and recuperate from her ordeal. She was sunburnt on both skin types, both of which looked a bit lobsterish. Her lips were chapped, her eyes dry in fact the only thing that wasn’t dry and or crispy was her temper. How did anyone here live in this heat?! She looked around and found they thrived here, and they were beautiful. She kept her distance for the most part, hiding in her shawl, which was actually a blanket. Hot in the day, cold at night, the desert was a very confused place, she snorted. No doubt she would find it beautiful once she adapted somewhat to the dryness, for right now however, she was not a happy camper... at all. Searching out lodgings for the next little while she found that buildings were stacked like books on top of each other. No wonder Obans wanted more space if all their cities looked like this. It was loud, noisy, stinky, so different from her home. She purchased lodging for three days, usuing up most of her money, looks like she would have to sell some wares to fund her next expedition, hopefully this was the city the treasure was in. Upon inquiry of her new landlord she found out she was in Kalv, and with a little more prodding dashed with a bit of confusion. She found out that her treasure was in Jatine. After looking at a map of Oba her jaw dropped. Why so far away it was past the heart of the freaking coungry, she would have to shed an entire layer of skin to get down there. She groaned to her educators amusement, was everything she did amusing to Obans? Realizing she was about to go into an uncharacteristic snit she retreated up and up to her room. Flopping on the bed she burrowed under the thin cover and wrapped herself up, drawing on what comfort she could wring from it. She slept long and deep, grateful for the bed, which was delightfully not sand, she was resigned to finding sand everywhere for the duration of her stay in the desert. It seemed to fill into cracks in fabric when she wasn’t looking. In any case a long sleep on a real bed had greatly improved her temperament. Today was a new day in a new country, very different from her home which made everything very exciting. She had take part of her collection with her when she had left, now she would take a portion of it to trade for supplies. Upon arriving in the market area she was surprised at how many familiar items there were. No matter, she had some rare items that served her well in trade, perhaps a little less then what it would have brought from a city further from the border, but that was the way of trade, always complicated by time between caravans and the contents of said caravans, then to the quantity and quality of those items. It was a wonderfully lucrative system once one had gained enough intelligence on the systems. As she was walking back to her room with her haul of supplies, an old woman grabbed her arm spooking Irro. But the woman smiled kindly. “Don’t fear girl, my son was like you, he did well by those in this city. Here take this.” The woman placed a jar of salve in her hand and brushed a stray hair away from Irro’s face. “It will soothe the burn, Light Skinned One. Obans appreciate courage and respect. Respect us, respect yourself, act like you belong with confidence. People may bother you less,” It was such a kind act Irrohna was stunned. The woman smiled and melted back into the crowd. That night when Irro tried the cream on a small patch of skin with no ill effects she spread it all over and immediately its cooling effects eased the prickling pain of her burns. It was thick and gooey and had an odd musky odor, but it felt amazing. She sighed in relief. Maybe she would make it here anyway, it wasn’t so bad once you learned a few tricks. She used her last day to rest then stayed with a caravan heading for Jatine. It was safer this way and while she didn’t exactly trust those she was with, she trusted them enough not to let her die of thirst. A simple trade had brought her passage with the merchents. She had almost chosen this as a carreer but merchant trains were dreadfully slow and to her understanding the job also entailed a great deal of paperwork which she thought was distasteful, a little was find but the amounts she heard were involved seems more like a peculiar form of mental torture. Eventually after a long hard journey through the desert the city of Jatine came into view. Irro found that it was even bigger then Kalv had been, spawling out and up. She looked around with her jaw dropped, it was a stunning city by sheer magnitude. And to her great delight there was a seeming plethora of clear fresh water here turning the city green, with a vibrance not even Tale had had unless it was during the spring rains. It was truly a beautiful city, a wonder to behold in a vast harsh desert. She was here at last, at the location
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2015 11:53 am
Future Plans, return to jatine, find out about Qor, potentially visit matori afterward
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