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 Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 11:02 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 11:04 am
 Laesara Wymrith Orderite Battler Apprentice, Unchosen Previous Adventures: NA  Zamanavyi "Red" Aiskala Dovaa Battler Adept Previous Adventures: Test of Courage
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 4:53 pm
 Shenra Silverleaf
Apprentance Civilian, Enginear/Tinker
Previous Adventures: N/A
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 7:04 am
Quote: You have traveled to Ayr, perhaps looking for dragons or rare herbs to find. As you are walking along a small trail beaten down by all the many warriors who come hunting here, a particularly strong wind storm whirls up. It pushes you down between the tall spires, forcing you off the beaten path and into the wilderness of Ayr. You try to fight it, but the wind seems too strong for you, almost like every time you try to go a different way, it's power strengthens and forces you the way it wants, herding you along. Battered and bruised from falling and being blown into the rocky spires, you eventually fight or fall down a narrow crevice in the tall rocky spires that make up Ayr. With the wind howling above you and only a narrow path in front of you to go through, what do you do? Try to go back up? Go To Windy
Continue down the path? Go To Path Hunts could be chaotic, and Laesara found herself separated from the others. She rode along the rocky roads for a time, before dismounting her hastar and leading it. Fortunately, it was an Ayr-bred hastar, used to rocky cliffs and hazardous paths, but Laesara was not, and she needed its expertise – especially since her bodyguard was not with her. She was not in a familiar place, but that was to be expected. She had a good sense of direction, so she had a general sense of where she was relative to the camp, though in a place as three dimensional as this such a sense of where was halfway useless. Still, she had a map, and would take it out and figure out a way back... Once this blasted wind died down. Her fiery hair swirled in the wind, lashing against her face. She fought it as it pushed at her, sticking close to her mount for security, but the wind was unrelenting – she felt herself pushed off of the path and towards another. Still, she fought it and, resisting, fell into a fissure. The hastar went with her, shoved past her, and – as if called - ran off, down the path she could see not far away. She looked up at the storm above, her sense of direction now even less useful. “Help!” she called out. Now, indeed, was the time to ask...
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 7:07 am
“So you wanted to see Ayr, eh?” Red said, grinning, to her young orderite companion, “Well this here is a proper Ayr storm.”
Red had decided she didn't dislike the city Orderite girl. She was young yet – she could be turned to the wild, and – besides – she was awfully cute. Red wanted to pinch her pudgy cheecks and coo at her.
“I don' mind 'em, but they can push ya off a path ifn' your not careful, and I don't got wings.” she commented, “So we'd best find shelter til it calms down.”
Fortunately the wind did wasn't pushing them off a cliff, so Red led Shenra along with it... but then she stopped, suddenly wary. “Ya hear that?” she said quietly, listening for someone over the roar of the wind...
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 9:52 am
Shenra had warmed to the crazy Dovva, then again it seemed this Dovva wasn't really crazy, just always looking for adventure. Her time on Ayr had been spent with Red looking for something to do while her father was away studying the ruins. Today Shenra had followed Red down one of the cliff paths. Apparently this had been a bad choice today with the winds. Shenra was sure they would pick her up and blow her away since she was so small! "Shelter sounds good! Even though I have wings, they would be little use in these winds!" Shenra tried to yell above the roar of the winds. Who knew if Red had heard her. Shenra bumped into Red as she suddenly stopped. Shenra shook her head trying to clear it and then twitched her ears as Red said she heard something. She had come to learn that if Red had heard it, then there usually was something there worth hearing. It was faint, but Shenra had heard something that sounded like a plea of help. "I think someone needs help!" Shenra yelled again trying to be heard herself over the wind. She heard another yell and said, "I think it's coming ahead on the path!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 5:31 pm
Help?! Why would someone need help? Because they're in trouble, dumbass Red admonished herself. And, hey – she wasn't that bad, right? If some idiot had gotten themselves half off a cliff or something, she could at least see if she could help. “Right.” she said, heading down the path, seeming otherwise unphased by the winds, “C'mon.” ~~~ Laesara tried to climb back up the chasm, but every time she did, the wind shoved her back down, as insistent as any maid she had ever had. “Help!” she shouted again. She was alone now, and she hoped there was someone out there to answer her. ~~~ This time Red heard it too. She zeroed in on it, perching over the chasm and looking down at... Well would you look at that. she thought, smirking, Another Orderite city girl. two in the same place – how about that. “Oi! Shenra!” she called to her companion, “Over here!” She peered into the darkness at the girl – who couldn't be too much younger than Shenra, if Red was any good at judging. Which she wasn't. “Hey, goldie!” she called out, “Looks like you've gotten yourself into a real sit-u-a-tion here!” she said, “You going up or down, girl? Pick one and stick to it!” she laughed again. Silly city girl was stuck halfway down a chute. ~~~ Laesara looked up at her possible savior, trying not to look as desperate as she was. It was unfortunate that her rescuer wasn't Mal, her bodyguard, which implied that he might have been killed in the fight against the dragon. Or not. Laesara had no way of knowing what had happened with the group. “Which would you suggest?!” she called out, trying to sound nonchalant, but frankly she knew her options were limited – try to go back up, against the wind, or follow the hastar and hope it led her true. Then again, what else was she to trust? A dovaa? They were beautiful works of living art, to be sure, but she knew hastar better... but could she climb down safely? ~~~ “Pick a way and I'll help you out!” Red called, and then sat on her haunches and waited, flashing Shenra a grin. “Hey, theres a path down there.” she observed, more quietly, to Shenra, as her long lock of hair and her pelt whipped around in the wind, “Never seen it before. Wanna explore it?”
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 7:25 pm
Shenra popped her head over the side of the cliff and looked around. She smiled as she saw the pretty orderite girl down at the bottom. "Hello!" Shenra said waving. Shenra hoped that her smile helped calm the girl. She always felt better knowing someone was near when she needed help, so she hoped the girl could relax as they figured a way to help her out. Shenra wished she had her gear with her, but then she didn't have a rope to help the girl. At Red's conversation with the girl, Shenra wanted to punch Red playfully on the arm to remind her of manners. Pa always said manners were a good way to make people like you. But then again, even with her short acquaintance with Red, Shenra knew that she probably shouldn't punch Red unless she wanted to get punched harder back. But then, Red's bluntness was something that made Shenra giggle, so she did so and then looked back down. "Hold on, we'll figure something out!" Shenra shouted down to the girl. As she sat back with Red, Shenra looked towards the path. Perhaps there was safety in numbers. She, Red, and this new girl would probably be safe together. "Sure!" Shenra nodded happily, "Let's hope it goes to our new friend!"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So after telling the newcomer that they would try to come down to her, she and Red made their way down. The wind was less of a problem here, but still overpowering. Shenra hopped down and saw the pretty orderite. She really was pretty, all nice and golden. "Hello again!" Shenra said planting herself in front of the girl, "I'm Shenra, and this is Red!" She looked around and said, "Are you alone? Don't wanna miss anyone in this mess."
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DraconicFeline rolled 2 100-sided dice:
78, 38
Total: 116 (2-200)
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2015 8:31 am
(Picking path) (Lae, Red rolls OOPS. and Divide by 10 i guess razz ) Quote: The long and winding path before you is bare of anything except moss and rocks. Wisps of mist float about, obscuring your view. As you continue down the winding trail, the screams of the wind are dampened until you can hear nothing except a soft sigh. After a few minutes of walking, you can smell something upon the small breeze that blows along the bottom of the crevice. It's enticing smell lures you onward. Suddenly looking out of the mist are two tall spires, odd only in the fact that carved into the very rock itself are the figures and shapes of animals, the spires have been completely sculpted. Roll 1d10: » 1-6: You notice nothing and continue forward between the carved spires. » 7-10: You notice silent figures crouched in the misty shadows by the spires, their eyes following you. Apparently they deem you harmless because they do not attack, but silently let you pass. Go To Hidden Village “Yes.” said Laesara, “I'm alone, aside from a hastar.” she pointed in the direction it went in, down the path. Down was really starting to look like the best option, and she climbed the last few feet to the becalmed ground. “My name is Laesara. Laesara Wymrith.” she said, introducing herself and – somewhat belatedly – realizing that out here her family name meant nothing. “I'm trying to find my hunting party – we were separated.” she explained, “There were dragons and very terrible winds.” she glanced upwards, Much like the winds now. “Can you perhaps help me?” ~~~ “Sure!” said Red, who had easily scaled the wall, “I know Ayr like the back of my hands!” except, apparently, for this part of it. “Come on, then, you two! The storm's gonna be a while and we might as well follow this!” Of course, the path was the only way out of the ravine, so it was that that Red went down. ~~~ Lae was aware, as this probably very adept guide walked off, that she likely had no better options. “Very well.” she said, stiffly. It couldn't be too bad, could it? Hastars, she knew, were generally of good instincts about this sort of thing and the ayran one had trotted off this way, happy as it pleased... ~~~ They walked a while and came to two spires, carved out of the living rock itself. “Ooo, neat.” said Red, grinning up at them before charging on ahead with an energy that the others might have found difficult to match or keep up with. So intent was she on the next interesting thing, that she missed the shadowy figures by the spires. ~~~ Laesara, however, did not. She moved closer to Shenra and put her hand on her dagger – her one remaining weapon after her shortsword had been taken by the dragon. “We should be careful...” she murmured, watching the figures warily, “I fear she may be leading us astray.”
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Apple Blossom19 rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 12:44 pm
Quote: The long and winding path before you is bare of anything except moss and rocks. Wisps of mist float about, obscuring your view. As you continue down the winding trail, the screams of the wind are dampened until you can hear nothing except a soft sigh. After a few minutes of walking, you can smell something upon the small breeze that blows along the bottom of the crevice. It's enticing smell lures you onward. Suddenly looking out of the mist are two tall spires, odd only in the fact that carved into the very rock itself are the figures and shapes of animals, the spires have been completely sculpted. Roll 1d10: » 1-6: You notice nothing and continue forward between the carved spires. » 7-10: You notice silent figures crouched in the misty shadows by the spires, their eyes following you. Apparently they deem you harmless because they do not attack, but silently let you pass. Go To Hidden Village Wthen the pretty orderite told them her name, Shenra tilted her head in thought. The last name of "Wymrith" sounded familiar... Shenra smiled and said, "Of course we can help you! Red knows her way around." She nodded saying, "She's ok."Used now to Red's proclaiming what they would do, and then doing it, Shenra smiled and placed her hand in Laesara's hand and walked along with her behind the crazy dovva. "Don't worry," Shenra smiled brightly at Laesara, "she is really good at finding her way. She also has a way with picking fights with things, but she can handle it!"After a while they came upon the most beautiful spires that were carved with animals. Shenra's eyes went wide with interest. She wondered how someone could do that! Ideas spiraled in her head, so much so that she did not see the guards in the mist that surrounded the place. However, feeling Laesara's uneasiness she smiled at the pretty girl and said. "She's fine. She knows how to get out of any danger. If there was, she would have told me to go and hide."But the girl still looked uneasy. So Shenra smiled and started a conversation to keep Laesara occupied and her mind off of things. "I must ask, but your last name is rather familiar... Perhaps you were a client of my mother's, Orina Silverleaf? She is one of the rare engineers that works in installing new plumbing in the houses of the Ashen City so that might be where I heard it before."She also smelled the most wonderful scent. Food. Someone was cooking up ahead, perhaps they would be willing to part with some. Shenra had some coins she hadn't spent yet, and would be willing to part with them for her friends if necessary.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 4:58 pm
Quote: As you enter the village, it’s almost like the mist is magically stripped away and before you looms a bustling village, full of Oblivionites, Dovaa, and hybrids. Several of the inhabitants look at you as you appear out of the mist, but then go back to their business. The others ignore you, apparently strangers aren't worth the time to stare and gawk. The first things you notice, other than the races, are the tattoos. Everyone has them, and they all have designs depicting animals and highly stylized designs, some of which reminds you of spells you have seen cast before. The inhabitants wear primitive clothing, often nothing more than some leather and fur pieces with leather straps holding it all together. Many of the hairstyles are long, and put up in complicated braided structures with bond and bead decorations. You also notice that most of them bear bows with the other weapons being clubs and stone maces. A small and ancient hybrid woman approaches you. Her hair has silvered with age, and it spills in an unruly mess down her face, obscuring one eye. Her gnarled horns curl up and behind her head, a pale gray color that reminds you of the mists outside. Her black skin bears white and red tattoos, all of which are stylized designs; there are no animals to be seen. Her clothing is long and robe-like, with many patches stitched on, it once bore the designs of dragons along the hems, but they have faded with time, leaving only the suggestion of shadowy dragons behind. Her black pits of eyes stare at you a small curl of gray mists seems to swell within them, forever spinning about in their pits of shadow. Her wrinkled face splits into a grin, reveling sharp pearly white teeth. "Ah, just what I needed, a set of hands to help me in my kitchen!" Her voice is a soft hiss, strength and power lay beneath her words. She may be old, but she is strong. "Will you come ‘n help ol’ Ysillivia bake?" Do you ask her to return you to the surface? Go To Flee Or do you agree to help her? Go To Agree to Help A fight, hmm? Laesara looked the Dovaa over, thoughtful. “If you say so.” she said. She wasn't so sure herself. The girl was scrappy, and definitely older, but she was also... Well... scrawny. Laesara kept her hand to her blade, her tension increasing as she realized where she was: a village, full of beings not of her own kind. It was a wholly alien feeling that she did not like, and she edged closer to Shenra. Of course, she could not hope to take on all of these strange people – Oblivionites and hybrids with strange spell-marks with wilderness experience and potentially unknown powers – though obviously the odds would be slightly better with the Dovaa assisting. Slightly. They still were not good. “Hmm?” she glanced at Shenra briefly before looking back at the villagers. Fortunately, they did not seem hostile, and as they proceeded to ignore her, she let her muscles relax. “Silverleaf?” she said belatedly, trying to focus on the conversation, “Mmm, Yes, I do believe so. Indoor plumbing?” She knew her attention was split, and it interfered with her conversation. “I do remember hearing that my Aunt had some features installed.” Her own father was reluctant, but... “That is quite prestigious.” she managed, catching sight of her hastar. That it wasn't dead yet was a good sign... ~~~ Sure as dragons, Red could handle herself in a fight! When she wasn't completely flabbergasted by the sudden appearance of a village. After a moment of exclamation and startlement, she relaxed. “Ohhh, Yeah. I know where we are. It's Stormheart Village. Huh.” she stared, unashamedly, at the people there, who stared right back and then proceeded to ignore her. “I've only ever heard of it. Never seen it. They don't like outsiders, so you mostly don't get to see it 'less they let you in!” she grinned, “I wonder if they need something killed.” That would be fun. Red looked around and grinned. “Oh, hey. It's an old lady.” she gave the lady a wave, “Hey! Need something killed?” she shouted. ~~~ The old hybrid lady stopped in her approach and laughed, a low laugh that had a tingle of power coursing through it. “Ah yes, much like your sister.” she smirked, “Almost exactly her question when she came here, though she was asking of healing, and you ask of healing. So similar... so different...” she chortled, “But no, no killing, though, my dear, I might need heavy lifting, if that suits you.” She turned to Shenra, “By any chance, girl, do you know how to bake? I know for a fact that neither of your companions...” she hesitated, and then – slowly, warily, she turned to Laesara. Her glowing, socketed orbs settled a moment on her face and she studied the young noble intensely. And then, with a visible easing of her shoulders and the tension in the air, the witch began to laugh. “Oh yes, yes indeed! You are her daughter! Saara's little golden-haired girl. Why, I haven't seen you since you were a wee fluff-winged golden babe in your ma's arms!” she cackled, “A shame we couldn'tve taken you in!” her eyeless gaze narrowed, “But 'twas a rock and a dark place situation, you know, and your mama – smart lady she was – chose the rock.” the witch looked her up and down, “Worked out well enough for you, dearie, hmmm... Though to be honest, that rock was in quite a dark place too. And theres more dark where that came from.” she shook her head, “Still, your mama made the better decision...” she appraised Laesara carefully, “Though I'd have taught you how to bake, but we'll put you to work.” her grin widened slyly, “I have something special waiting for you... Though the three of you each get a treasure from these old wrinkled hands and help getting back to your kin or people or wherever you're going... assuming, of course...” and here she gestured to the whole group, “That you help me out. Well? Will you?” ~~~ Laesara did not like this woman. Too many references to her mother, to darkness, to choices – a rambling stream of odd nonsense from which Laesara dared to glean only one truth: that her mother had known this woman. Mother likely knew many odd people. Who she never exposed me to. she noted, Likely a very good decision.However, the woman was offering a way home (whatever else she was offering) and it seemed to be the best idea yet. Laesara bowed. “If you promise to help me return to my hunting party,” she said, “I will gladly help you.” ~~~ “Heavy lifting? Sure. Why not.” It wasn't as fun as killing things, but maybe she could still impress the Orderites with her strength. Plus, presents sounded like a great idea. “What do ya need lifted?”
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 5:25 pm
Quote: As you enter the village, it’s almost like the mist is magically stripped away and before you looms a bustling village, full of Oblivionites, Dovaa, and hybrids. Several of the inhabitants look at you as you appear out of the mist, but then go back to their business. The others ignore you, apparently strangers aren't worth the time to stare and gawk. The first things you notice, other than the races, are the tattoos. Everyone has them, and they all have designs depicting animals and highly stylized designs, some of which reminds you of spells you have seen cast before. The inhabitants wear primitive clothing, often nothing more than some leather and fur pieces with leather straps holding it all together. Many of the hairstyles are long, and put up in complicated braided structures with bond and bead decorations. You also notice that most of them bear bows with the other weapons being clubs and stone maces. A small and ancient hybrid woman approaches you. Her hair has silvered with age, and it spills in an unruly mess down her face, obscuring one eye. Her gnarled horns curl up and behind her head, a pale gray color that reminds you of the mists outside. Her black skin bears white and red tattoos, all of which are stylized designs; there are no animals to be seen. Her clothing is long and robe-like, with many patches stitched on, it once bore the designs of dragons along the hems, but they have faded with time, leaving only the suggestion of shadowy dragons behind. Her black pits of eyes stare at you a small curl of gray mists seems to swell within them, forever spinning about in their pits of shadow. Her wrinkled face splits into a grin, reveling sharp pearly white teeth. "Ah, just what I needed, a set of hands to help me in my kitchen!" Her voice is a soft hiss, strength and power lay beneath her words. She may be old, but she is strong. "Will you come ‘n help ol’ Ysillivia bake?" Do you ask her to return you to the surface? Go To Flee Or do you agree to help her? Go To Agree to HelpShenra forgot all conversation as she looked around the village. She had never seen such a place. She had grown up in the Ashen City, Oblivionite and Hybrid was a word no one threw around lightly. Even though she had seen a hybrid before, she could only count them on one hand. Oblvionites were the source of curiosity as she had never even seen one before. She was shocked enough to see the old woman and that she seemed to be an Oblivionite hybrid in herself, but when she asked if she could bake, Shenra smiled. "Papa taught me some things! He makes good food!" she then whispered, "Don't tell mama, but he cooks better than her...""I'll go with them!" Shenra said smiling, "But please send me back with Red. I'm sure she can get me back to the Inn ok!"
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DraconicFeline rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 6:31 am
Quote: As you agree, she smiles and pats you upon the head or arm if you happen to be taller than her. "Such a nice child! Come this way then, little one." She cackles softly to herself as she leads you towards a round tent like structure in the middle of the village. As you look around you can see the houses here are all tent-like. They are hides of animals stretched across frames with wooden poles supporting the main frame. Any surface that can be carved is. And many of the hides are also dyed and painted with animals and designs. You can see that many of the people are about doing domestic work: cooking, cleaning, weaving, and many other chores. But they all bow respectively as Ysillivia passes by. As you get closer to her hut you again smell that tantalizing scent you smelled outside the village. It’s coming from her house. Roll a d10. » 1-5: You suddenly realize that this little old woman is the source of power that blew you here. That was no ordinary wind storm, but instead a spell to bring you here. » 5-10: You do not come to realize this. Go to House Ysillivia chuckled. “Oh don't worry, dearie.” she said, tweaking Shenra's chin, “I won't tell anybody, though maybe one day you can bring your papa up here so he could cook for Ysillvia. We'll see who bakes the better cookies!” she cackled madly. “Now” she said, scrutinizing all of them, “there's good children, yes. Helpful, smart souls.” She beckoned. “Come along, then! Old Ysiliivia has work for you!” ~~~ “Yeah, I'll get her back.” Red remarked, though she wished that the golden-haired girl was coming along with them. Oh well. One pretty girl was enough, she supposed. Red followed the old lady, stretching her arms above her horns as she walked. It was pretty interesting how everybody was bowing to her. But that made sense – her sister had half-mentioned that Stormheart's headwoman was an old wind-mage and, considering that she was obviously Ayrala, that meant that this old lady was probably her. Neat. If that storm was any indication, this lady was badass. Red wanted to see just how tough she was, but she supposed a fight would have to be later. Right now, she was being helpful. ~~~ Laesara followed, a little stiffly. She did not like the references to her mother, not at all, but she believed that this woman would keep her word and, moreover, was capable of bringing her home. The strange scent reached her nose again – of sweets and cookies and tasty things – and Laesara confirmed what she had suspected ever since the hybrid had approached them. This woman had caused the storm. This woman had brought them here. Laesara was not very dedicated religiously, but she uttered a prayer to Seren that she – and Shenra and perhaps Red as well – would survive this ordeal and whatever this woman decided constituted 'help'...
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Apple Blossom19 rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 4:43 pm
Quote: As you agree, she smiles and pats you upon the head or arm if you happen to be taller than her. "Such a nice child! Come this way then, little one." She cackles softly to herself as she leads you towards a round tent like structure in the middle of the village. As you look around you can see the houses here are all tent-like. They are hides of animals stretched across frames with wooden poles supporting the main frame. Any surface that can be carved is. And many of the hides are also dyed and painted with animals and designs. You can see that many of the people are about doing domestic work: cooking, cleaning, weaving, and many other chores. But they all bow respectively as Ysillivia passes by. As you get closer to her hut you again smell that tantalizing scent you smelled outside the village. It’s coming from her house. Roll a d10. » 1-5: You suddenly realize that this little old woman is the source of power that blew you here. That was no ordinary wind storm, but instead a spell to bring you here. » 5-10: You do not come to realize this. Go to House Shenra blushed a little and her wings popped out. She shook them out a bit in embarrassment, but soon her attention was drawn to her surroundings more than her companions. As she followed Red and Laerisa, and in turn followed the old lady, she saw that people's houses were made out of animal hide that was familiar. She had seen the traders in the market place trade pelts that looked like the animal hides stretched out to form houses. She liked the painting on those hides of animals and symbols. She found that the polls holding the houses up were carved in the same shapes, as well as on the trunks of large trees and even the rock walls of the valley where the village was situated. Her mouth gaped open in awe at this, and her wings fluttered in excitement. IT must have taken years for the people here to do such things! Soon she saw a large round tent in the middle of the village, the smell of baking seemed to be coming from there as it had grown stronger the closer they had gotten. Shenra smiled and happily skipped at the old woman's side as they approached the dwelling.
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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 13 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 1:56 pm
Quote: House As you enter her house, you notice many weird things. Strange glass jars containing plants and animal parts floating in a yellow liquid line a shelf to one side while many plants and herbs are in bundles hanging from the ceiling. Her house is so much larger inside than it appeared from the outside. The walls are actual walls, not just animal hide. The ceiling, or what you can see of it, appears to be made of wooden boards. There is a small beaten couch that is covered in hand stitched pillows and woven blankets. A deep red and brown rug covers the floor, its design mimics that of the stylized symbols you saw in the tattoos and carvings outside. The scent you smelled outside is stronger here and you can almost taste the sweetness that you smell. The old hybrid Mage cackles. "Have a seat for a second, I’ll go and get the kitchen ready for cooking!" And she leaves the room through an entry way that is covered only by a curtain of beads and bone strung along a thin strand. Do you: Explore? Roll a d100: » 1-81: Nothing for you to take. As you look around, exploring the creepy items she has about the place.. Like her collection of skulls, both Magescian, animal, and Drakein. She also has an entire box full of random bones, some that look like they have been gnawed on. You can hear her talking softly to herself as she is coming back and quickly sit down on the couch so you don't get caught with your hand in something it shouldn't be in. Go to Baking Or do you sit politely and wait for her to come back? Go to Baking Hide walls, strange things on shelves, Red felt (almost) right at home, though this lady's collection of random junk outshone, by far, her sister's treasure trove. Ysillivia gestured to a massive pile of junk and smirked at Red. “All right, get moving. That mess isn't going to clean itself, or why would I have blown you here?” she snickered. “Be good youn ladies and busy yourselves with that while I set things up in the kitchen.” “Sure, lady!” Red said, flexing her muscles, “I've got this.” She began moving things. There was apparently some kind of reason to the madness, and it somehow made sense to her as she grabbed items and put them in boxes, and grabbed boxes and put them into piles. Laesara watched, wary, not willing to dare the pile of... stuff. Mostly, she was hoping to get out of there alive, without being accosted by anything hiding in those treasures... By the time Ysillivia emerged, she had made some semblance of order out of the chaos, sweat beading her brow as she stood, proudly, before the slightly-less-mess of her handiwork. “All right, then!” said the Hybrid, “I need you three back here, I've got a mess and I can't be working my cooking magic in this thing. Get yourselves in here, and I'll put you to a task...” she grinned a broken-toothed smile at Red. “So that the rest of ye can earn your keep. (Red chooses to explore. Laesara chooses to remain patient)
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