Campfire Chronicles [Journal]

[Syrcaid]

The collective stories, histories, and profiles of Syrcaid's adopted Cein-Isle 'taurs.

Links:
- The Personalities
- Elyssian Fields
- Witch in Boots
- The Handsome Thief


When they play...
Elyssia speaks gently as such.
Tassos plays like this.
Mannah hunts as this.
Victor seduces as such.
Brynna sends you sweet kisses.
Sirocco conspires in this fashion.
Alyxus ponders this way...  

[Syrcaid]

Name: Elyssia
Gender: Female
Personality: Naive, bashful, day-dreamy.
Friends: -none yet-


Name: Kytrin
Gender: Female
Personality: Inquisitive, generally good-natured, playful.
Friends: Lycoris


Gender: Male
Personality: Flirtatious, a bit of a playboy, amiable.
Friends: -none yet-


Name: Renfe Bremensong
Gender: Female
Personality: Gentle, sincere, playful.
Friends: -none yet-


Name: Tassos of Tangles
Gender: Male
Personality: Naive, stubborn, impatient, gets lonely easily.
Friends: -none yet-


Name: Mannah Sweetheather
Gender: Female
Personality: Lighthearted, thoughtful, trustworthy.
Friends: -none yet-


Name: Brynna Swiftchild
Gender: Female
Personality: Flirtatious, playful, inquisitive.
Friends: -none yet-


Name: Alyxus Greco
Gender: Male
Personality: Thoughtful, gentle, sincere.
Friends: -none yet-


Name: Sirocco
Gender: Female
Personality: Vicious, cunning, seductive.
Friends: -none yet-


Name: Mubrook
Gender: Male
Personality: Unstable, greedy, selfish.
Friends: -none yet-


Name: Warren Locke
Gender: Male
Personality: Tactician, ambitious, playful.
Friends: -none yet-
 

[Syrcaid]

Elyssia's Tale
She never really had nightmares... She didn't know what nightmares were. Innocence at its purest state to the point of near impossibility, but such a thing only held itself aloft on a spider's silk.

It was inevitable that it wouldn't last, as Elyssia would mature to be a grown Unitaur and now reality. But for now the Elders left her to her own devices, too confused in their own breaking of dreams to offer consolation to a child who had no concept of death - nor that she was orphaned.

For a long time, perhaps aeons, there had been conflict with the Naga. A conflict that still sparked encounters even to this day in sporatic bursts, their treaty shaking unsteadily on its crumbling last legs. One of these conflicts, as you may have guessed, ended in the untimely demise of Elyssia's mother and father who fought to protect what was their own.

Leaving the unknowing child in the care of the Elders, Elyssia had become accustomed to this long ago. Often her parents sought time to themselves and no one among them was considered a stranger. Everyone knew everyone else, Elyssia was in good care at all times. Together, her parents went to stave off the savagery of a Naga with a thirst for new control.

Needless to say, they never returned. The Elders were at a loss and somewhat carelessly they allowed Elyssia to raise herself as they began to speak amongst eachother as to what was to be done should the Naga seek power once more.

It was in this newfound freedom that Elyssia found a wanderlust, and so she began to slowly venture out further and further from the comforts of home. What -was- home, anyway? Where had Momma and Papa gone? And can I find them on my own? No one else seems to want to. Why not?

Rumors were inevitable now that Unitaur were still alive as one of the smallest among them began to slowly venture out.
 

[Syrcaid]

Kytrin's Tale
By comparison, Kytrin's world may well have been the other side of the moon. In the parts of the day where she was particularly rambunctious and cheery, she'd wander and gather the necessary ingredients for her wild concoctions she'd come to call her "potions". Currently, they were nothing more than mildly potent placebos.

She'd been studying, as always, by experience. On those moments not spent basking in sunshine or night traveling, she would do a little socialising and learning the more domestic art of...

"What are you doing?" her friends would ask incredulously.

"Knitting! What's it look like!?" was always the answer.

It was no secret, Kytrin's passion was learning to knit scarves, socks, handbags, and whatever else that could possibly be made by looping rolled fibers together. For every friend's birthday, there was bound to be a package from Kytrin without the slightest doubt that it'd be a knit scarf or two pairs of socks.

Aside from gathering herbs for her so-called potions, she'd gather the necessary pigments needed to make dyes she used for her knitting skeins.

Her true magic was a near mastery in the "star signs" or using the position of the stars and other heavenly bodies to determine what magic worked best and where. It was a kind of magical geography and astrology. Spending so much time as she did searching for plants that grew only in certain places and during certain parts of the year, naturally the two fell into place.

For all she could knit she could not for the life of her cook anything beyond the world of her dye-making abilities. Her potions were in dire need of a more skilled craftsman and were subjected to Kytrin's whim with growing frequency. She felt that if maybe she made them often enough and experimented more that she was bound to learn both cooking and potions in one go. Only time could tell now what the end results would be.
 

[Syrcaid]

Elyssia sat in serenity, she always did. Her mind elsewhere, dreamily watching the clouds crawl overhead. Fall was turning into winter, she knew... somewhere inside she knew, though the rest of her didn't seem to care. She was born almost so impartial to anything that the elders had worried. Even the day when they began to raise her when her mother and father had left this world.

Sitting alone and unafraid she let the wind dance through her long, long tendrils of hair. Mellow baby blue eyes twinkled of their own accord like sleepy stars, she rarely blinked.  

[Syrcaid]

Elyssia sat in the cold snow, apparently unafflicted by it, though bitter and biting as it was. Something kept drawing her out into the open, perhaps it was loneliness or perhaps it was because something called to her inside.

"Water..." she kept saying to herself.

The Elders for some reason did not discourage her wanderlust, as small and naive as she was. They were heartbroken and had lost hope, the whole of their forest felt very much like a tired, careworn place though the flora and fauna were carefree and lively. Elyssia had no love for her old forest, though the part that was hers was inherited. It never felt like hers.