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 Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 11:05 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 11:08 am
 Malta of Katangi Ysali Orakovan Civilian Alchemist Previous Adventures: Aiding an Alchemist x2 Herb Hunting x1 Pearl Diving x1 Spring Cleaning x1 Marketplace x1
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 5:01 pm
 Criani
Peisio Battler Lv. 6
Previous Adventures: N/A Honoka
Gaili Orakoir Battler Lv. N/A
Previous Adventures: N/A
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 6:56 am
Apple Blossom19 (I leave the choice up to you) 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 Malta was glad that her two new, young companions had agreed to go with her on a detour into the mountains to find a few rare herbs for her trouble. She felt she had to get something out of this trip, since she'd come this far. Her Giogimar trotted along at an aloof pace behind her, keeping an extra pair of eyes out for herbs. Malta knew he preferred her current company to the magescian she had hoped to see, and that was find. Siksyl was entitled to his opinion. She had seen a well-wooded area out of the way of the hunts, and had heard that some herbs might grow there. It was linked to the ruins by a trail, a small one along a cliff face with a few outcropping paths that led into a nearby canyon complex. “Thank you for coming with me!” she chirped, turning to her companions, “It would be such a shame to leave without finding something...” she smiled at the younger one, with her new Ikri. She'd found something. It would be fantastic if Criani found something as well. Suddenly, she was forced to huddle under her own wings as a sudden wind buffeted her. “Keep to the wall!” she cried. Fortunately, if they got blown off, they had wings – even Honoka could at least break her fall. The wind was relentless, and she found herself turning, inadvertently, towards one of the offshoot paths...
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 9:12 am
DraconicFeline Continue down the path! Definitely. Cause nothing can ever happen that way xD Criani was delighted to be doing something other than hunting. She loved the hunt, but there had to be other things to do besides hunt all the time. Weather a taming or hunt, something had to break the monotony of that life! So when Malta sugested herb hunting, it was with pleasure Criani agreed. Not only was this to break Criani's boredom, but she thought this a great way to repay the sweet natured khehora for her trouble with helping secure a Ikri for Honoka. When Malta expressed her thanks, Criani beamed with a smile. "It was our pleasure, though I think Honoka is more enamored with her pup at the moment!" Criani chuckled and said, "It is refreshing to go on an adventure that doesn't require one to hunt." Criani smiled a bit, "Memories are treasures too. I would't mind leaving with a few reminders myself."As soon as she said that, the wind picked up and did indeed keep her towards the wall. She looked back and pulled Honoka closer with her tail. She saw Honoka grasping her pup close to her, the normally wiggling thing quite still for once. Criani turned and followed Malta. It would be best if they stuck together.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 9:54 am
Honoka paid no mind to the two adults ahead of her as they walked along the path. She was playing with her pup and that's really all that mattered. She was happy that Malta and Criani allowed her to keep it, since it seemed to have as much energy as she did! Wouldn't mama be surprised?!
Suddenly the wind picked up. She grabbed ahold of the Ikri pup and told it to hold still. It seemed to know what she meant, or that it was best at the moment to stop wiggling, since it was still and allowed Honoka to carry it.
The young khehora placed a wing up to shield her just as Criani's tail grabbed a hold of her. She felt safer now knowing she was with Criani and wouldn't get lost.
She followed Criani down the path. Hopefully the wind would stop soon.
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DraconicFeline rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 5:08 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 Malta would have happily agreed – she had never thought of memories as treasures before, and the thought was endearing. They made her, her after all. However, she was too busy trying to find a break in the wind and the next step of the path. She could swear that they were being herded, that every movement of theres was being dictated by a capricious intelligence behind the wind. Finally, the wind died down, and Malta turned around to do a headcount. Crian: Safe. Honoka: Safe. Puppy: Safe. She sighed. “Oh. Good.” she said, “We made it.” She looked around at the crevice around her. “Well, this could be sheltering, if we wanted to wait out the storm.” she thought aloud, “It isn't safe to fly in something like that.” It was a bit narrow for Malta's taste, however. “Lets scout ahead... see if theres a bigger space...” and food. If they were waiting out the storm, they would need food. Three khehora and an ikri did not do well when starved, she assumed, and Malta had no desire to see it for herself. Something tickled her nose, and she sniffed the air. “Oh! Thats interesting!” she said, surprised, “It smells like...” Baking?! She trotted ahead a little faster, past two sculped and beautiful spires and what appeared to be magescians guarding them. That they didn't attack her and the others meant that, maybe, they would be friendly magescians, who would use their powers to help. Magescians could be frightening, but they could also give them chance of finding a safe way to Serenia and out of the Ayran storms. “Lets go see what we can find here!” she called back to her companions.
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Apple Blossom19 rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 4:06 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 Criani followed Malta with narrowed eyes to keep out the dust and sand that the wind was kicking up. She was glad that the khehora sort of contrasted with the surroundings. When the wind finally died down, Criani saw Malta ahead, and so tugged Honoka up to the patch of calmness near her. She was glad to see the Ikri pup was behaving in Honoka's arms. She gave Honoka a pat on the head with the tip of her tail for being good, then turned to Malta again. "Yes, and Honoka has her puppy to worry about. She's still new to the flying business." Criani said smiling. Criani sniffed the air at Malta's words. She cocked her head and sniffed again. Who would be around baking here? "Perhaps if someone is baking, we can see if they will lend us some lunch." Criani wrinkled her nose as she trotted next to Malta, "I can conjure some water from the moisture in the air if I must, but it won't be much."As they entered a canyon, there were the most beautiful spires reaching up to the sky. She admired these, and wondered who could have carved such things.
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Apple Blossom19 rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 4:29 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 Honoka allowed Cri to pull her along to a safe place. After Cri had made sure she was safely near and patted her head for behaving, Honoka spoke to the wiggling puppy in her arms. "You can't get down yet. I don't want you going back into that storm. I wouldn't be able to find you and you'd get lost!"The puppy seemed to understand and licked Honoka's face. She giggled and trotted as fast as she could after the adults. She then smelt the wonderful scent of food. Her tummy gave a rumble, and she blushed. As the two adults slowed down to admire the carved spires in the canyon, Honoka saw two figures by the spires watching her as she scurried along after the adults. So did the pup apparently as he gave a little wine. Honoka ducked her head, rather scared at the figures, and hurried along after Cri.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 4:31 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 “And I can conjure plants to eat, but not much grows here and it wouldn't be very nutritious anyway.” Malta added, “So I really hope that they will be kind enough to offer food...” And not murder them. She waited for Honoka to catch up, noting the youngster's fear and covering her with a protective wing. “We'll be all right.” she reassured her. It was nice to not be the one terrified for once. She stopped short, bristling, as the mist and storms lifted suddenly. “It was magic.” she accused, looking around her warily, “The storm must be protecting this place...” It was, she could see, a village of some sort. The power in the air – and the baking – was very strong now, and Malta could feel it reacting with her own magic, poking and prodding and touching it inquisitively. She grouped closer to the other khehora. If the village was so protected, then they were likely to not leave it without the Magescian's permission... which might not mean alive. We'll get out of this Malta thought, glancing at the baby of the group with her pup for courage, If I have any say in this, we will get out of this alive.That the Magescians were not attacking or otherwise hostile was a good sign, though the old woman approaching did give Malta a start. “Well, well, well...” crowed the wizened old lady, cackling, “I summoned hands, and I get claws instead.” she snickered, appraising the khehora. Malta appraised her back, putting herself between Criani, the old woman, and Honoka. She was powerful, a terrifying hybrid of Magescian power. Malta felt her soul quail and she wanted nothing more than to run away from this monster and hide behind a stone. But there was Honoka to worry about. “Hmmm. Well. At least one of you knows about cooking, yes?” she said suddenly, knowingly, “Or all three. It's so hard to tell sometimes. Will you come and help an old woman with her chores? There's a reward in it for you if you do!” she laughed again, winking. Malta paused. It was an odd request... very odd. She glanced at her companions askance, moving closer to them for safety...
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 4:57 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 HelpCriani felt the sudden shift. It hadn't been the weather, even though the mist fled, could it have been magic as Malta said? Whatever it was reviled the village, most likely the source of the baking smell. People, apparently of all races, some mixed she could see, mingled below. "Whatever it was, we now have company." Criani growled lowly. She didn't care what races were there, it was the fact that they suddenly appeared that worried her. She could smell the baking heavily now... her tummy rumbled, but she ignored it. The magic in this place made her's quiver. It was a neutral quiver, not good nor bad, just alerting her that there was strong magic here. The old woman appearing didn't help maters with Criani as well. She moved before Honoka and glared at the woman as she spoke, aware Malta had the same feeling of needing to protect. It did no seem that the woman meant harm, but magical power radiated from her almost choking Criani. She didn't have fear of the people. If they were to attack they would have shown signs of it. At least with more than one old woman to greet them. "Cooking!?" Criani choked out. She was all ready for a fight, not this from the powerful woman. Criani knew how to warm meat. That's about it. "What exactly do you mean by 'Cooking'?"The old woman cackled at that. Criani just lifted an eyebrow. She looked at Malta, and shrugged. If all the old woman wanted was company, she wasn't about to begrudge her. Also, she smelled like whatever baking smell had lured their stomach there. Couldn't be that bad could it.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 5:10 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 HelpHonoka had felt something. It was strange to her young body. But the mist had lifted and she saw a whole village. Her tail wagged in delight as did the Ikari puppy. New friends! She let go of the puppy, and as it ran ahead, it stopped short of the skirts of a woman. It barked at her, then scampered back to Honoka and hid between her legs. Such power, the poor thing wanted something bigger to hide behind. Honoka looked up at the old lady and sniffed. She smelt like baking! She took her puppy into her arms again and sat down smiling. The adults were acting weird. She didn't smell bad. So Honoka smiled brightly at the new comer. "Hello! I'm Honoka!" Her tail wagged. "I don't know much about cooking, but I'll try to help the best I can!"She had watched Mama cook, but so far had no inclination to do so other than seasoning her meat.
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DraconicFeline rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 6:47 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 “I can cook. A little. If you...” Malta swallowed, “If you show me how, I'll do the best I can.” And thus prevent any harm from befalling the group. This magescian was making a deal and it was best to go along. Malta hoped that the woman meant reward whens he said reward and not... well... servitude. Or death. It was obvious to the Ysali that this woman was the source of the storm, and not surprising: she must be a leader among magescians, a potent power that Malta knew to fear. “Well, my green-scaled dearie, you'll just have to do. I'll find a use for the rest of you, don't you worry, and there'll be rewards for all to go around, don't you worry your little horned heads about any of that nonsense...” she chuckled, the laugh dissolving into a cough and re-forming again as she beckoned. “Come along, then, dearies.” Malta followed obediently, past the tents of the village and the intricate carved statues, the villagers only confirming her suspicions – this woman was a leader, a powerful being. But Malta could not escape, not now. She just had to hope that they – the three of them – would get out of this alive and free...
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Apple Blossom19 rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 2
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 1:43 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 Criani was still wary as she followed the old woman to her tent. She seemed to have some respect in the village, just how much, Criani didn't know. She loved looking at the dwellings the village boasted. Colored hide tents with polls that were carved, the rock walls surrounding the tent village were carved with more magnificent shapes and stories. Even the trees, large living trees, had carved trunks. Criani shook her head amazed at it all. The people here must trace their ancestors back a long time if they could accomplish such feats. As they came to a large circular structure in the middle of the village, Criani's stomach rumbled with hunger as the smell of baking got stronger. She did hope that they were not intruding besides the ask of help from the old woman.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 2:00 pm
Honoka let go of her puppy and they both trotted after the old woman. The lady must have some status in the village, for others would stop what they were doing to bow their heads, and some asked questions that the old woman would stop to answer quietly.
Honoka noticed all the carved things in the village, even the trees and rock walls of the valley the village was nestled in were carved! The tanned leather that made cover for the houses were painted with like wise symbols and animals.
As they reached the center of the village, Honoka saw that the old woman was leading them to the largest and most decorated structure in the place. Now Honoka knew she was a woman of power, and perhaps was even the one who gathered them here. She had seen a healer in a village her mama had taken her to once and she accorded all the same sort of things this woman had: People's respect and the most largest and most accessible place in the village
But this house also boasted the best smell of all: The sweet smell of baking!
She called her puppy to her, and they both waited till they were asked to go inside.
Could three khehoras fit in there?
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