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Tira Tanae

The Insatiable Scholar

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a character in “Dead Soul”, as played by Hyperewok

Description

Name: Tira Tanae

Age: 25

Race: Elf

Faction: The Dragonscales (Mostly a formality, she has little commitment to them.)

Appearance:

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A skinny young woman, Tira dresses in simple traveling leathers that cover pale skin, worn with use and spattered with dirt. Her hair is tied back in a simple and practical braid. She looks upon the world with a curious and scrying gaze, as if trying to wrest its secrets simply by staring at it hard enough. She travels light, only with a pack of supplies, potions, and a couple spellbooks, along with a simple dagger and a staff with a magical focus for spells.

History: The daughter of a prosperous merchant in Jastor, Tira showed an affinity for magic at a young age and fortunately her father had the wealth to foster that talent. She studied every spellbook she could find throughout her youth, and made her way to Dragonstone Academy as soon as she was of age. Her insatiable thirst for knowledge and her thrill from the rush of magical power made Tira an excellent student. She graduated younger than most, departing from the academy with a few choice tomes ‘borrowed’ from the library, and set out to discover the secrets of the grandest magic lost over time. So far she has had little real success over the years, but her travels have given her important experience in the world and her magic has been furthered refined into a powerful tool.

So begins...

Tira Tanae's Story

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She was getting close. She could smell it. Of course, there was also the strong damp scent of the forest, but otherwise Tira could practically feel the subtlest hint of magic in the air. She knew it had to be her goal. South, to the lost city of Nyr and all it's secrets.

And thus here she was amidst a ragged caravan of all manner of people. Tira paid them little attention as she flipped through one of the tomes she had borrowed from Dragonstone upon her departure, carefully rereading for any other hints on Nyr's location. None of her research over the years at the school had found a definite spot, only a handful of passing mentions. But that was enough for Tira to piece together a broad region where Nyr was likely hidden and that was enough for Tira to set out.

She glanced up as she heard one of the guides speak. She continued to give him nor the other travelers little though. Tira was quite sure in her ability to manage for herself, but the local guides would be useful until she learned the lay of the land for herself. She had already paid the guide his fee, he asked no questions of her, nor she of him. Simple and forthright, as Tira preferred. She briefly mused why more humans couldn't be like that, she tired quickly of the inane questions she often received during her travels.

Standing up, Tira carefully placed the tome bag in her bag and picked up her staff from the ground. She slid behind a few other travelers, glancing around as the caravan began it's procession. She couldn't help but smirk ever so slightly to herself. Just a short while longer, Tira assured herself, ever confident of her destination.

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Character Portrait: Bran Folsin Character Portrait: Ceulan Anth Character Portrait: Lucia Eskerva Character Portrait: Tira Tanae
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"I do not mean to offend, but in my experience a man in top-heavy armor is just a strong push away from an unpleasant time."

Bran looked down, gazing at his scuffed black trousers and leather boots while the green tail of his surcoat fluttered behind him. "I spend quite a lot of time on my feet, never been one for horses or wagons. Boots and greaves wouuld just end up slowing me down. Truthfully, my boots and greaves were... stole some time ago. This armor has been with me through everything. To replace it wouldn't feel natural. I suppose that doesn't make much sense, but my armor was stolen nearly a decade ago, so I've learned to adapt." Bran chuckled to himself, realizing that he had given up the chase for his lost items some time ago. "It doesn't weigh me down as much as one would think it would." Bran looked back up, staring off into the great forest with tired eyes. "So, Paladin Initiate? Hows the Covenant holding up nowadays? I heard there was some trouble in Jastor..." Bran continued idly chatting with Ceulan.

(The sun has fallen over Amore)

Despite the sun just disappearing over the horizon to most, the forest had been blocking most of the light for nearly an hour already. The Dark Moon was high in the sky, signaling there would be little light tonight, only the stars to keep travelers company. Hamlin had stopped the company at a small, open area within the wood, likely the same one the two use with nearly every guide. Camp was made, though there was little to it, just a fire in the direct center with what little wagons there were shaped into a circle around the camp. The Merchants all had rolls to sleep on, chatting amongst themselves about what awaited them in Grazi, and sharing food between each other. Gerard and Hamlin made the fire for the travelers to cook any provisions, but would not supply any of their own to others, leaving the rest to fend for themselves. Bran had expected as much, but decided to save what little rations he had. In a profession such as his, one must learn to survive and fight for days with anything to eat. While he would prefer not to starve, he weighed it against the long trek that awaited him once he left the forest. Hamlin clapped his hands together, getting the attention of the group. "Alright everyone, get what rest you can. We leave at the Suns first light tomorrow." Bran sat on a nearby rock, using his sword to prop him up as he tilted his down to rest. He could feel the eyes of the forests creatures watching them. Truth be told, they were completely surrounded. However, acknowledging this fact would probably only scare the weaker travelers and cause the monsters to strike. For now he decided to go over his plan in his head one more time until he dozed off. With any luck, he would be alive tomorrow to carry on.

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" finally! A break "
the exhausted traveling merchant exclaimed as he shrugged off the loaded backpack and led it drop to the ground. He was fairly young, around 17 with short, tousled brown hair and dark eye; a lean build and adequately toned arms, legs and abs made it much easier to tote heavy loads such long distances, but with the size of the back bag almost mirroring his 6 foot even frame, it was easy to see why even a built young man like him was exhausted. He was not original meant to tag along with them but his mother insisted it was far too dangerous for him to travel alone through the Dead Wood and he just so happen to come across a Caravan with experienced swordsmen who just so happened to be setting out on a path through the Dark Wood to Grazi. He'd recently acquired some goods and trinkets that would fetch him a rewarding bit of coin there.

The young merchant laughed uncontrollably at a joke an older, more experienced merchant blessed them with; It involved a friend of his's mother and mating horses. Quite the laugh. " stop- enough-no more! I yield! " he begged between gasping breaths, his gut ached from the excess laughter and his bladder was teetering on the edges of explosive release. It was time for some privacy.

He stood up among the seated merchants " excuse me gents, I've gotta go drain the old dragon before I am made to wet myself " he said as he sauntered off through the clearing and into the thick of the forest, clutching his abdomen all the way as if to hold his bladder with the strength of his arms until he found a place secluded enough for sweet relief. After walking for roughly seven minutes after reaching the trees he checked behind himself to see if he was far enough away to be invisible to the group. Urinating in the company of others was his greatest weakness as it would stop all urine flow cold as if it were a tap, dried up useless. Oddly enough he couldn't see through the trees at all, even though the sun had set, with the lantern he'd brought with him he expected to be at least able to see them off in the distance. It had only been seven minutes into the forest after all. With a shrug he came to stop in front of the nearest tree, pulled down his trousers and let the liquid gold flow; He'd deduced that the trees were simply much to thick with leaves to see threw even at this distance. After that he gave no other thought to the anomaly because to him the ghost stories told about the Dead Wood was just to keep younglings from wondering out alone, and nothing more.

No more than forty-five seconds in he heard a rustling noise behind him that he assumed was one of his fellow merchants come to play a prank of sorts, still it stopped his steady stream cold and he jumped around to face the menace, trousers at his ankles and genitals in full view shouting " I'm armed, don't come any closer or you'll feel my wrath! " but there was no one in sight. He lifted his lantern outward for a better look and sure enough he was alone in the forest, however he could of sworn he could see a face on the trunk of one of the trees. "hmm...odd " he muttered as he turned again to continue the liberation of his full bladder, but just as he could feel the flood gates preparing to burst open and agonizing pain accompanied by a warm fluid struck his stomach. His head fell down to discover the culprit and he found himself impaled through the abdomen with the rusted remains of a broken longsword. He hadn't even the strength to turn and face his assailant before the world went dark and he dropped to his knees.

The young merchant jolted to consciousnesses with a sharp intake of breath before he began waling. He was subdued by the group of merchants formerly chattering about just a few feet from his bed roll; they told him he was only experiencing nightmares probably because of the evils of the forest, but it was much too vivid and even though there was no wound to prove they were wrong, every cell in his body told him what he saw was no mere dream.

" Don't let anyone piss alone out there, it's not safe " he demanded of the surrounding merchants, but they were no longer paying him any attention, they were focused on something behind him and he could tell by their horrified expressions that it was too late. He turned to see one of the larger man carrying the lifeless body of a white bearded man.

" H-he's dead " one of the merchants stammered. But he already knew that. At that moment the young merchant became aware of two things: He'd been cursed with a vision of the jolly old merchants death, probably moments before it happened. And that whatever the horrible face he thought he hallucinated out there was responsible.

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Tira had continued to keep to herself as the caravan progressed. The idle chatter of the merchants was of no interest to her, so she focused on the weaving path the guides led them on through the forest. When she returned north with all the magical treasure she could carry, Tira had no intention of letting some human forest dweller spy upon her newfound secrets. Fortunately, the day's journey was uneventful.

As they made camp, Tira made her perch by one of the wagons, curling up with her tome once again. She glanced around the camp's surroundings, the murky darkness of the forest giving her the slightest bit of concern. But Tira shrugged it off, confident that the two burly men in armor would handle any hungry wolves.

And then the scream happened a short while after that thought. Tira looked up, quickly stuffing her tome back in her pack and grabbing her staff. She weaved through the small crowd that was forming around the corpse until she was behind the bulky paladin and peering around him at the corpse. "Well, oh dear." She murmured. "I do believe he's dead." Tira stated dryly as she peered out into the thicket of trees. Unfortunately whatever was out there was not a wolf. "I would suggest more fires and a watch for the night. Obviously there is something quite dangerous lurking in the night"

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The young merchant had been staring down at his own lap through all the commotion, he barely took notice of the paladin initiate's attempts to take the reigns and seize control of the situation. It was not until the Laorcha, Bran, addressed him "You, boy. You said no one should leave the camp to piss. Why?" menacing in his size made even more imposing by the plated armor and fur cape, he felt obligated to finally speak up about what he saw, as if there would be hell to pay if he didn't.

" I-I seen it all happen " he said through clenched teeth as he watched his hands tremor uncontrollably. The young merchant clenched his fist, took a deep breath to gather himself before looking up into the eyes of the warrior " No, that aint quite right...I didn't just see it happen, it was like " the words caught in his throat, as if speaking of it would bring the images back to his mind. " I was there, I was him! I can almost still feel the blade in my gut "

The young merchant stood up on shaky legs and peered out into dark forest just as Bran had done " I...HE saw..something out there, a face in threes. You know when you the knots in a tree look a lot like faces? Well that's what he thought he saw before he was..." He couldn't say the words. " Look, I don't know what but something is out there and it 'aint human and it aint an animal neither. You know better than anyone that wound doesn't come from an animal. No man alive could survive out there long enough to do this, and there aint too many monsters with a knight's weapon. " He clutched the goddess charm that hung from his neck all the while he spoke. As a was a merchant that dealt more weapons than anything else he could tell it was a broadsword just by the look of the broken blade as it pierced his abdomen.

With that in mind he he knelt down and retrieved one of the short swords, as well as a sheath from his inventory. He placed the sheath properly around his waste so that he could draw and sheath from the left side of his body as he was right handed, he at least knew that much. However any experienced swordsmen could tell just by the way he held the blade that he hadn't the knowledge to defend himself properly with it.

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Tira shook her head as she listened to the merchant babble with fear. The poor fools never saw the dangers of the road until it was far too late. I wonder if he's foolish enough to think that sword has as much chance of saving him as a god's trinket. She then looked to the armored stranger as he spoke, raising an eyebrow at his callous offer. "I am a mage, yes. And as much as I would prefer not to have these fools draw the attention of whatever manner of creatures dwells within the woods, perhaps you should consider why we are a part of this group in the first place."

She gestured to the guides. "I would not have parted with my coin if I thought myself capable of navigating the woods." Tira then looked to the paladin, waiting for his moral stance of saving every fool in sight. "Among other objections, I would presume."