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Adencia nodded. Her curse was a burden, but she wasn’t one to complain. Complaints made her angry so why do the same to others?

“The only problem is, I don’t really know who my blood ties are. A few months after I was born my parents went missing and I was left with another family. They raised me to be a fighter and sorceress. While I was going through training as a warrior the Bowen would have competitions with other classes of elves, dwarfs, and men. When I was fourteen I was to participate in one of these competitions. I beat the man I was against. He was so angry, that night he followed our troop through the woods and was somehow able to curse me. At first I wasn’t entirely sure what he did to me but I knew something felt different.

“My training as a warrior was soon complete and my people began to train me as a sorceress. I soon found what my curse was but was lucky enough to be able to run and hide it so no one knew. Then when I was sixteen I attacked someone. It was during the day and I was at my home. There were children playing in the streets and I transformed into a wolf. I killed a little boy. The same little boy I was trusted to look after and take to the schooling masters each morning . . .”

Adencia paused for a long time and sat in silence. This was the first time she had told anyone this in detail and, though it felt good for someone else to know, she didn’t like reliving it.

“That was ten years ago and now I’m seventeen (Our kind measure a year of aging for every ten years that have passed). I have been living on my own ever since that day. It was either stay in my village and be sentenced to death, or leave and never come back. I would have rather died. But the family that had raised me after my parents abandoned me refused to let me stay and forced me out. So I left, lived in the forests for the past ten years, and here I am now. Not the best story I have ever told but you can’t expect the life story of a cursed one to be very entertaining.

“Do you have family? If you would rather not talk about it, I understand, I was just curious.”

“I never knew my real parents either, both societies that they were from didn’t like the idea of the union between an elf and a human, and disliked the idea of a half-elf even more, in addition it seemed that they were doing something that would not allow them to keep their baby safe. They left me with their friend and my master, Merinas de Ku, the master of the Angona style of combat, she raised me and trained me. A few years later she also adopted an elf girl by the name of Zera, she is one of the Ilkales as she calls herself. While some of Merinas’ other students became friends of mine, she and Zera were my only real family. Merinas said she’d tell me about my biological parents when I was older, but she never got the chance.

“I was there when she was murdered, and I doubt she would have fallen there if I had not been. I was filled with rage, the only time it was entirely my own. I killed the murderer’s comrades and gravely wounded the murderer, he cursed me to always show the wrath I showed there, the energy it took from him drained the last of his life energy, robbing me of my satisfaction.” Kayoe grabbed his katana and pulled it from it’s sheath. “This was her sword. And just for that it is worth far more to me then what ever the Mithril it is made out of must be.” Kayoe put the sword away and took a deep breath, the memory of the event was going to make him angry if he kept talking about it. Taking another breath he decided to finish his story quickly before he could get angry. “Zera is the only real family I have left. I must rid myself of this curse as part of my attempts to become a better man for both her and Merinas’ sakes.

“It seems our stories do have some similar events that went on in our lives. If I was a superstitious man I’d say it was fate for us to meet here.”

Gaian Username: Lunar Wolf Goddess
Name: Timanki Yolts
Age: 17
Curse: The Curse of Suffering; slowly her organs are deteriorating at an undetermined rate, which causes her to have “Fits”. These “Fits” either minute, coughing up small amounts of blood; or severe, starts as coughing up blood then followed by vomiting it uncontrollably.
Weapon(s): A custom made bow, and arrows for long range, and 7 foot, wooden staff for close range in human form. Then teeth and claws in normal wolf form.
Appearance: Standing at five foot four, her heritage produces an hour glass figure that is voluptuous enough to hide her firm, toned muscles underneath. The large wolf ears and long tail copies the pure white color of her thick locks. Her short hair slanting foreword, the back touching her shoulders while her bangs reaches to the top of her breasts. A scar disables her left eye, reaching vertically from the midline of the forehead, to the apple of her cheek, causing discoloration of her mint green eyes. She covers the defect with a bandage that is wrapped around her forehead for support. Traveling around, she wears a kimono style outfit that reaches to her mid thigh and no sleeves, with capri-like pants that stop in the center of her shins. The top and pants are bound by the wrap around her waist. On her feet, she wears clothe that is bound around the ankle with strips of clothe that is the same as the on around her waist. Her wrists are bound as well, from the top of her wrist, to the end of the knuckles. The color of her clothing is a faded grey while the strips of fabric are a dirty white.
History: Timanki was born in to a small pack of lunar wolves (wolves of the moon) and was their future leader. A couple of years ago, her pack had been attacked by Sorcerer that was hired by hunters. She had been playing with the younger pups at the nearest pond, and had returned at the end of the slaughter. The sorcerer was just about to leave when Timanki had returned, with a sneer, he attacked them. Timanki defended her siblings with all her might, but to avail. He was able to get past her and instantly kills her siblings. Before leaving, he casts the curse over her weakened body and says, “Your Majesty, the last survivor and heiress to the pack, I give you the gift of a long and painful death. The date of when you die shall be unknown, and yet you shall never grow old.” With a menacing laugh, he leaves with the pelts of her loved ones. The scar on her eye is the symbol of this curse. Since then, she has wondering the land, in search of this Sorcerer, building her skills and strength so that she may carry out her revenge. Timanki swore that he shall die before she does, but now, she can feel that she would not be able to live up to her vow. About that time is when she heard of the crystal. She had missed that gathering and searches for the crystal on her own, but has accidentally stumbled upon the group.
Strengths: Speed, agility, quick reflexes, stealth great hearing and sense of smell.
Weaknesses: Burns energy quickly during fights (which usually triggers her fits) and is unable to swim.
Quirks: Timanki plays a flute that her father had made her when she came of age. She plays is during the times when she feels alone and discourage. Every full moon, she will play the song of her pack and dance as a tradition. Quiet and solitary, she now keeps her heart tightly shut, not allowing anyone in.

Adencia nodded and sat back comfortably.

"Fate . . . funny thing, fate." She said thoughtfully.

"GET OFF MY BACK ISA!" Could be heard echoing down the halls.

"Seems like Garren's back." Adencia said with a grin, "He's Isarelle's brother. You haven't met him, have you? You should probably know about their curse as well, seeing as they are our hosts for the time being. And I say curse singular because the curse affects them both."

Kayoe nodded.
“You’re right I’ll make sure to ask one of them about it at the first opportunity. However now might not be the best of times to ask, his sister seems to be irritating him at the moment. To some degree, I can understand that. When two people are around each other all the time they can get on each other’s nerves. On that note are they the only people who live here or is there another... family member who lives with them?” Kayoe was slightly hesitant to use the word family because he knew all too well that the word could mean different things for different people, but he said it in such a way that he figured Adencia would know what he meant.

Garren walked into the common room to see their guests, or more like Isarelle’s guests, settled in. He was just about to pass them up and leave when Isarelle tensed up inside him and forced him to stop.

“Garren, we can’t just leave them here. They probably have more questions.” Isarelle said softly, “Come now, Garren, just a few more minutes. Please? For me, Garren, just a moment.”

“Isa . . .” Garren groaned in a whisper, his back turned to the group, “You cannot shame me when I say I don’t trust these people. You are quick to judge and trust and that is not a good thing all together. We barely know them, and their curses . . . they’re dangerous Isa. This whole ‘quest’ idea is. You are not fit for such travels, and you are not fit to defend yourself against the wills of your guests whether they are being affected by their curses or not. I am trying to look after you, sister; I don’t want you getting hurt. Don’t be offended when I say you are too delicate and have gotten yourself in matters that will not ease up for your sake. You are a hostess, Isa, not a traveler, not a fighter, and definitely not a hunter. You may be a sorceress but your magic is still not strong enough for our journey. People like Khnui or—or Adencia who are strong and know most of the world cannot and will not be held back by a manor princess in a dangerous situation . . . Isa, I just don’t want you to get hurt. You are all I have, you are my little sister.”

“Little sister or not, I can take care of myself!”

“No, Isa. There is so much you don’t know.” Garren finished and took a few steps, heading for the door. Isarelle froze up again and stopped him.

“Don’t fight me, Isa.”

From Adencia’s discription of the nature of the siblings’ curse Kayoe could guess about what it was. It also seemed that his other host was in a slightly irritable mood, but that didn’t excuse Kayoe from any rudeness from one who’s home he was a guest in. Kayoe stood up and took a few steps toward Garren.
“I don’t believe we’ve met, my name is Kayoe. You are Isarelle’s brother, correct? I must thank you for letting us use your home to prepare for this journey. As I told your sister, it shall be an honor to lend my blade to this mission.”
Kayoe offered his hand for Garren to shake it. Even if his theory about Garren’s curse was correct it was still only polite to introduce himself directly to him.