Introduction
The Children of the Isles of Fa’rona, god blessed of the Wolf Goddess and her brother the Bear God. A proud and noble people who are one with nature, they who hunt the Isles of Fa’rona all may find a peaceful greeting with the exception of Plains Humans whom raid their fair lands to steal the enchanting Daughters of the Wolf for their own lords.
Their proud culture is slowly dying out as the Plains humans raid their to take their women to tame as trophy wives. Though there are few humans that stand a chance against the mighty Sons of the Bear they are given to the Kaxis by the pure number of Plains human soldiers.
Though now is not the time to let this ill thoughts dwell within the Orron Clan. For now the Chieftains daughter comes of age and thus celebrations are due. A great hunt shall ensue which will decide whom shall be given a day of personal time to try and win the Chieftains daughter’s heart. Though in the end it is entirely her choice whom she marries.
Races. ( * Means they are restricted, as the race in question makes them an important character. Which means I need to know they won’t leave in the middle of the role-play with out a legitimate reason.)
Children of the Isles of Fa‘rona. Referred to as barbarians due to their closeness to nature and hatred of cities. These humans can take on a bestial appearance. The Sons of the Bear are physically superior, but mentally weaker then plains humans. While Daughters of the Wolf are agile, fierce, and beautiful.
Average Appearance. (Sons of the Bear)
Eyes. Green/Blue
Hair. Blonde/Red
Skin. Bronzed
Height. 6’8-7’4
Creator God. The Bear God
Background. Powerful warriors born of the Isles of Fa’rona their word is their life, honorable and fierce their determination in combat is incredible, their deeds great. They are the warriors of the Isles and are in constant struggle with the Plains humans of the Humanic Empire.
Average Appearance. (Daughters of the Wolf)
Eyes. Blue/Violet
Hair. Blonde/Red
Skin. Bronzed
Height. 5’4-6’0
Creator God. The Wolf Goddess
Background. These warriors of the Isles of Fa’rona are considered the ultimate form of human beauty. Which is both a blessing and a curse, due to their beauty and commanding air they are often kidnapped during Humanic Raids to be taking as trophy wives under lords of Plains Humans… one must be careful even unarmed these agile women are capable of dispatching trained soldiers barehanded.
Kal’Jact. Spiritual guardians given the bodies of animals to defend their masters. They are fully capable of speaking fluently in most languages. They also are wise and stronger then the average animal in which they’ve taken the form of.
White Elves of Paladar. These elves are tall their skin and hair often resembling natural colors and plants. They often have oaken skin with hair to match wild flowers. Select few have eyes that hold every color of spring. Fierce warriors but prefer to refrain from blood shed. They are superior to humans in almost all conceivable ways. Minor to no magic ability.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Colors of Spring.
Hair. Hair that matches flowers and other natural colors.
Skin. oaken
Height. 5’4-6’4
Creator God. Paladar
Background. The White Elves are a race of order and light. They are filled with fervor and zeal as they honor and serve their lords to ensure their perfect lawful society and cities. While they enforce justice they are no where near as zealous in slaughter as Black Elves.
Black Elves of Na’Tally. These elves are tall their skin and hair often resembling the desolate and vile woods they live in. They often have darker tan skin their hair black or metallic. Select few have eyes that hold every color of Autumn. Deadly and vile Warriors that revel in the deaths of their hated cousins the white elves. Superior to humans they are some of the deadliest natural psions in the world.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Colors of Autumn
Hair. metallic
Skin. Dark oak
Height. 6’2-8’6
Creator God. Na’Tally
Background. Black Elves are of Justice by any means and the darkness that follows. Though considered an evil race they are not always the sadistic creatures that stalk the land spreading terror and destruction to enforce justice. Many are simply tricksters and though not as lawful and proud as White Elves they are not evil. Though those who are have built a stereotype of evil and destruction to all the Black Elves.
Horror Goblin. Small, Weak, and thought all around pathetic Horror Goblins have become nightmarish tales told to young children. These goblins are capable of becoming invisible at will. Their skin secrets a agent that causes extreme paranoia. Though even a human child could overpower these weak creatures physically.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Shades of Red
Hair. Black scraggly
Skin. Black with red clan marks
Height. 2’0-2’6
Septrinian*. A ancient and powerful races who receive the knowledge of their parents at birth. Fragile and weak Septrinian require flesh and bones of creatures, people, and plants to cast their devastating magic. They often like to play god creating and altering races and reality. As a evolution on their part Septrinian have large heavy set shells capable of holding off an elder ork. This thick armadillo like shell secrets long deadly spikes tipped with poison so potent it could drop an elephant in a minuet.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Grey
Hair. -
Skin. Black leathery scales
Height. 4’2-4’8
Anubian. A common term used to identify all beast folk. The Anubian consist of all forms of beast folk ranging from countless species. The only identification mark is they are sentient, walk on their hind legs, and appear more animal then human.
Mythical Creatures
Jarei. Small reptilian bird like creatures while not dangerous to creature such as Brekka their beaks are still capable of being lethal to anything they can get the drop on. Slightly smaller then a Red Brekka they are often used by humans as transportation when horses won’t cut it.
White Brekka. These lithe Brekka are long serpent like monsters capable of flying while worthless in melee combat they spit bolts of acid to kill and harass its prey and foes. White scaled with large white wings they are not as fast nor maneuverable as Jarei but they make excellent snipers in air to surface battles. Their saliva paralyses on contact.
Garon. Is the term used to classify the reaction when an animal drinks from certain hot springs which cause the animal to grow almost five to ten times its original size. Not even the Children of the Isles of found out exactly where these springs are but several lore keepers have scriptures of the ancients finding them and studying them. One such scripture speaks of the Son of Garon, a Son of the Bear whom drank from one of these springs and now guards them.
Gods. (Gods praised on the Isles.)
The Wolf Goddess. A deadly entity of beauty, agility, the hunter, and womanhood. She is praised by the beast, barbarian, and most females. She is seen as the ultimate form of feminine power. Her Disciples must be female though her prophet is a man..
Symbol. A Bow crossed with two arrows.
The Bear God. A Powerful entity of strength, combat, the warrior, and manhood. He is praised by the beasts, barbarians, and any form of combatant. He is seen as the ultimate form of humanity physical strength. His disciples must be male though his prophet is a woman.
Symbol. A shield crossed with a spear and a sword.
Garon. God of Luck, Fortune, and Privileged. Dressed as a harlequin he wields two sets of scales each tilting to one side. His face lacks eyes to show fortune is not predigest. Son of the Bear God and Zale(Goddess of the Sea/Ocean and Love).
Symbol. A four leaf clover tilting a scale one way.
Kaxis the Ferryman. Lord of the Ferries, the Reaper of Souls, the Nameless God. He who ferries the dead to the afterlife. Son of the Wolf Goddess and Dreaous. Only Children of Fa’rona know the name of this god, he reaps the souls of mortals and acts his avatar ferries Children back and forth from the Isles and the Mainland of Dophia. He is the only way one is legal allowed to cross unless on a war raid against the Plains Humans.
Symbol. A Scythe with a bale of wheat. (To represent the Harvest of Souls)
Marlis. The God of Disease, Famine, and Drought, the Bringer of Death. Twin Sister of Kaxis and daughter of Dreaous and the Wolf Goddess. She is gifted by farmers to ensure their harvest isn’t cursed with blight and famine and to defend against diseases to themselves and their families.
Symbol. A Scythe with a blade with a circle which is divided to form three tear drops one standing for the death of Famine, one representing Disease, and one representing Drought.
Kuraw. The Faceless lord, God of the Masquerade, Lord of Deception, God of Trickery, Deceit, and Comedy. Son of Na’Tally and Vexia(The Demon Lady of Lust)
Symbol Two Comedy Theater Masks with a violet ribbon entwining them.
Dragoul. The God of Honor, Judgment, Justice, Order, and Chivalry.
Son of Paladar. Born when Na’Tally(Elven God of Chaotic Justice, Deceit) dealt a devastating wound to Paladar(Elven God of Chivalry) the blood spilt formed Dragoul the light of his creation burned Na’tally’s armor Black and forced the fell knight away from Paladar.
Symbol. a Knight’s sword held in Salute.
The Fox Goddess. Goddess of Love, Unity, The mage, and Pride. Youngest Sister of the Wolf Goddess and Bear God. She is Septriss(God of Magic) Apprentice and those who praise her along with Septriss shall be capable of much stronger magical Capabilities then the average mage.
Currency.
Shal. Shal is the currency used on the Isles, sea shells gilded with silver. Everything is paid for in Shal or mutual beneficial trades.
Food. The food of the Barbarian people is usually very flavored. Using citrus sauces and herbs. Their meat is rarely ever served with out something to make the it sweet or tart.
Their greens are often served with sweet sauces and their deserts also focus around fruit as do almost all their recipes.
Clothing. In summer times the Children wear little preferring absolute agility and loving the feeling the warm sun against their skin. Though in the winter they often dress in thick fur clothing to keep warm in the harsh freezing cold of the Isles fridge winter.
Architecture. Their buildings are usually dome shaped and main constructed of wood, leather, and fur(For insulation). The only stone structures made by the children are the small Shrines and Idles to the Isle’s Gods.
Their proud culture is slowly dying out as the Plains humans raid their to take their women to tame as trophy wives. Though there are few humans that stand a chance against the mighty Sons of the Bear they are given to the Kaxis by the pure number of Plains human soldiers.
Though now is not the time to let this ill thoughts dwell within the Orron Clan. For now the Chieftains daughter comes of age and thus celebrations are due. A great hunt shall ensue which will decide whom shall be given a day of personal time to try and win the Chieftains daughter’s heart. Though in the end it is entirely her choice whom she marries.
Races. ( * Means they are restricted, as the race in question makes them an important character. Which means I need to know they won’t leave in the middle of the role-play with out a legitimate reason.)
Children of the Isles of Fa‘rona. Referred to as barbarians due to their closeness to nature and hatred of cities. These humans can take on a bestial appearance. The Sons of the Bear are physically superior, but mentally weaker then plains humans. While Daughters of the Wolf are agile, fierce, and beautiful.
Average Appearance. (Sons of the Bear)
Eyes. Green/Blue
Hair. Blonde/Red
Skin. Bronzed
Height. 6’8-7’4
Creator God. The Bear God
Background. Powerful warriors born of the Isles of Fa’rona their word is their life, honorable and fierce their determination in combat is incredible, their deeds great. They are the warriors of the Isles and are in constant struggle with the Plains humans of the Humanic Empire.
Average Appearance. (Daughters of the Wolf)
Eyes. Blue/Violet
Hair. Blonde/Red
Skin. Bronzed
Height. 5’4-6’0
Creator God. The Wolf Goddess
Background. These warriors of the Isles of Fa’rona are considered the ultimate form of human beauty. Which is both a blessing and a curse, due to their beauty and commanding air they are often kidnapped during Humanic Raids to be taking as trophy wives under lords of Plains Humans… one must be careful even unarmed these agile women are capable of dispatching trained soldiers barehanded.
Kal’Jact. Spiritual guardians given the bodies of animals to defend their masters. They are fully capable of speaking fluently in most languages. They also are wise and stronger then the average animal in which they’ve taken the form of.
White Elves of Paladar. These elves are tall their skin and hair often resembling natural colors and plants. They often have oaken skin with hair to match wild flowers. Select few have eyes that hold every color of spring. Fierce warriors but prefer to refrain from blood shed. They are superior to humans in almost all conceivable ways. Minor to no magic ability.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Colors of Spring.
Hair. Hair that matches flowers and other natural colors.
Skin. oaken
Height. 5’4-6’4
Creator God. Paladar
Background. The White Elves are a race of order and light. They are filled with fervor and zeal as they honor and serve their lords to ensure their perfect lawful society and cities. While they enforce justice they are no where near as zealous in slaughter as Black Elves.
Black Elves of Na’Tally. These elves are tall their skin and hair often resembling the desolate and vile woods they live in. They often have darker tan skin their hair black or metallic. Select few have eyes that hold every color of Autumn. Deadly and vile Warriors that revel in the deaths of their hated cousins the white elves. Superior to humans they are some of the deadliest natural psions in the world.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Colors of Autumn
Hair. metallic
Skin. Dark oak
Height. 6’2-8’6
Creator God. Na’Tally
Background. Black Elves are of Justice by any means and the darkness that follows. Though considered an evil race they are not always the sadistic creatures that stalk the land spreading terror and destruction to enforce justice. Many are simply tricksters and though not as lawful and proud as White Elves they are not evil. Though those who are have built a stereotype of evil and destruction to all the Black Elves.
Horror Goblin. Small, Weak, and thought all around pathetic Horror Goblins have become nightmarish tales told to young children. These goblins are capable of becoming invisible at will. Their skin secrets a agent that causes extreme paranoia. Though even a human child could overpower these weak creatures physically.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Shades of Red
Hair. Black scraggly
Skin. Black with red clan marks
Height. 2’0-2’6
Septrinian*. A ancient and powerful races who receive the knowledge of their parents at birth. Fragile and weak Septrinian require flesh and bones of creatures, people, and plants to cast their devastating magic. They often like to play god creating and altering races and reality. As a evolution on their part Septrinian have large heavy set shells capable of holding off an elder ork. This thick armadillo like shell secrets long deadly spikes tipped with poison so potent it could drop an elephant in a minuet.
Average Appearance.
Eyes. Grey
Hair. -
Skin. Black leathery scales
Height. 4’2-4’8
Anubian. A common term used to identify all beast folk. The Anubian consist of all forms of beast folk ranging from countless species. The only identification mark is they are sentient, walk on their hind legs, and appear more animal then human.
Mythical Creatures
Jarei. Small reptilian bird like creatures while not dangerous to creature such as Brekka their beaks are still capable of being lethal to anything they can get the drop on. Slightly smaller then a Red Brekka they are often used by humans as transportation when horses won’t cut it.
White Brekka. These lithe Brekka are long serpent like monsters capable of flying while worthless in melee combat they spit bolts of acid to kill and harass its prey and foes. White scaled with large white wings they are not as fast nor maneuverable as Jarei but they make excellent snipers in air to surface battles. Their saliva paralyses on contact.
Garon. Is the term used to classify the reaction when an animal drinks from certain hot springs which cause the animal to grow almost five to ten times its original size. Not even the Children of the Isles of found out exactly where these springs are but several lore keepers have scriptures of the ancients finding them and studying them. One such scripture speaks of the Son of Garon, a Son of the Bear whom drank from one of these springs and now guards them.
Gods. (Gods praised on the Isles.)
The Wolf Goddess. A deadly entity of beauty, agility, the hunter, and womanhood. She is praised by the beast, barbarian, and most females. She is seen as the ultimate form of feminine power. Her Disciples must be female though her prophet is a man..
Symbol. A Bow crossed with two arrows.
The Bear God. A Powerful entity of strength, combat, the warrior, and manhood. He is praised by the beasts, barbarians, and any form of combatant. He is seen as the ultimate form of humanity physical strength. His disciples must be male though his prophet is a woman.
Symbol. A shield crossed with a spear and a sword.
Garon. God of Luck, Fortune, and Privileged. Dressed as a harlequin he wields two sets of scales each tilting to one side. His face lacks eyes to show fortune is not predigest. Son of the Bear God and Zale(Goddess of the Sea/Ocean and Love).
Symbol. A four leaf clover tilting a scale one way.
Kaxis the Ferryman. Lord of the Ferries, the Reaper of Souls, the Nameless God. He who ferries the dead to the afterlife. Son of the Wolf Goddess and Dreaous. Only Children of Fa’rona know the name of this god, he reaps the souls of mortals and acts his avatar ferries Children back and forth from the Isles and the Mainland of Dophia. He is the only way one is legal allowed to cross unless on a war raid against the Plains Humans.
Symbol. A Scythe with a bale of wheat. (To represent the Harvest of Souls)
Marlis. The God of Disease, Famine, and Drought, the Bringer of Death. Twin Sister of Kaxis and daughter of Dreaous and the Wolf Goddess. She is gifted by farmers to ensure their harvest isn’t cursed with blight and famine and to defend against diseases to themselves and their families.
Symbol. A Scythe with a blade with a circle which is divided to form three tear drops one standing for the death of Famine, one representing Disease, and one representing Drought.
Kuraw. The Faceless lord, God of the Masquerade, Lord of Deception, God of Trickery, Deceit, and Comedy. Son of Na’Tally and Vexia(The Demon Lady of Lust)
Symbol Two Comedy Theater Masks with a violet ribbon entwining them.
Dragoul. The God of Honor, Judgment, Justice, Order, and Chivalry.
Son of Paladar. Born when Na’Tally(Elven God of Chaotic Justice, Deceit) dealt a devastating wound to Paladar(Elven God of Chivalry) the blood spilt formed Dragoul the light of his creation burned Na’tally’s armor Black and forced the fell knight away from Paladar.
Symbol. a Knight’s sword held in Salute.
The Fox Goddess. Goddess of Love, Unity, The mage, and Pride. Youngest Sister of the Wolf Goddess and Bear God. She is Septriss(God of Magic) Apprentice and those who praise her along with Septriss shall be capable of much stronger magical Capabilities then the average mage.
Currency.
Shal. Shal is the currency used on the Isles, sea shells gilded with silver. Everything is paid for in Shal or mutual beneficial trades.
Food. The food of the Barbarian people is usually very flavored. Using citrus sauces and herbs. Their meat is rarely ever served with out something to make the it sweet or tart.
Their greens are often served with sweet sauces and their deserts also focus around fruit as do almost all their recipes.
Clothing. In summer times the Children wear little preferring absolute agility and loving the feeling the warm sun against their skin. Though in the winter they often dress in thick fur clothing to keep warm in the harsh freezing cold of the Isles fridge winter.
Architecture. Their buildings are usually dome shaped and main constructed of wood, leather, and fur(For insulation). The only stone structures made by the children are the small Shrines and Idles to the Isle’s Gods.
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Orron Clan made its home upon the southern shores of the Fa’rona Isles on one of the larger islands that made up the who mass. Here they shared there home with three other clans. Raids from the vile Humanic Empire’s lords have left a ill foreboding over the Isles. Though these ill tiding shave been brushed aside by the smell of citrus flavored meats, sweet salads, and rich creamy pastries filled with fruit jelly. Goblets of pomegranate juice were passed around as the Chieftains eldest daughter’s birthday was held for she had come of age and thus she was to find a husband and take the place of her father. The old chieftain would then live his life in the solitude of the Bear God’s service, training to surpass all warriors so that the only enemy he need worry about was time.
We however must focus upon the festivities for now. Games of athletics and might were held in high regard from wrestling to archery, one of the more beloved actives was tree top running followed by tiger wrestling. Though of all things the Children of the Isles prided themselves upon the last events that would be held. Poetry, sculpting, singing, and nature echoing (Copying noises from nature to form into a song.) At such festivities one was bound to find something for everyone for even games of the mind were held, riddles, puzzles, and stories could be found everywhere. With the final activities would be the Wolf Goddess Priestess performing their ritualistic sword dance, and the Bear God Priests perform their feats of strength by attempting to hold Migal for ten seconds.
Migal lay curled up upon the large basin that served as his shrine. Here the massive red serpent dragon looked around at the festival in the Chieftains daughter’s coming of age. He lazily blinked with a loud yawn from his giant maw. Migal hated the last event where a Priest of the Bear attempted to wrestle him he’d yet to be captured for ten years since the son of the Bear known as Gurag had been felled by a ballistae round from a Humanic ship which had fired upon him after he had slain several ranks of soldiers. He missed Gurag he was a worthy warrior after all. Migal had grown tired of reminiscing and sitting around so he invoked his innate magic his form changing to a much smaller size. He smirked as he took his human form… it felt so frail like a tank had been turned into a glass. Disliking it he began to claw at his skin before he growled in pain as his nails cut through his skin. He shook his head until the pain left before darting off on all fours lightly brushing against Anyanka. His head on body were covered only by a deep crimson curtain of hair. His eyes where the same ice blue that they held as a dragon, and his skin was deeply tanned. Standing only five’ six this form was much shorter then even the Daughters let alone the Sons. “Good day…” He said with a soft humming that resonated from his throat. “How does it feel to finally be an adult?” He said with a bright smile of sharp fangs as his forked tongue shot out and back in quickly to get a better sight of everything around him. “I hope your sister is staying out of trouble… or was it you who gets in trouble… I forget… time goes by so quickly for me… I remember as if it only happened half a minuet ago you were a small adorable child. No… that may have been your mother I‘m thinking of… how hard it is to keep track of memories after one after fifteen hundred years…”
We however must focus upon the festivities for now. Games of athletics and might were held in high regard from wrestling to archery, one of the more beloved actives was tree top running followed by tiger wrestling. Though of all things the Children of the Isles prided themselves upon the last events that would be held. Poetry, sculpting, singing, and nature echoing (Copying noises from nature to form into a song.) At such festivities one was bound to find something for everyone for even games of the mind were held, riddles, puzzles, and stories could be found everywhere. With the final activities would be the Wolf Goddess Priestess performing their ritualistic sword dance, and the Bear God Priests perform their feats of strength by attempting to hold Migal for ten seconds.
Migal lay curled up upon the large basin that served as his shrine. Here the massive red serpent dragon looked around at the festival in the Chieftains daughter’s coming of age. He lazily blinked with a loud yawn from his giant maw. Migal hated the last event where a Priest of the Bear attempted to wrestle him he’d yet to be captured for ten years since the son of the Bear known as Gurag had been felled by a ballistae round from a Humanic ship which had fired upon him after he had slain several ranks of soldiers. He missed Gurag he was a worthy warrior after all. Migal had grown tired of reminiscing and sitting around so he invoked his innate magic his form changing to a much smaller size. He smirked as he took his human form… it felt so frail like a tank had been turned into a glass. Disliking it he began to claw at his skin before he growled in pain as his nails cut through his skin. He shook his head until the pain left before darting off on all fours lightly brushing against Anyanka. His head on body were covered only by a deep crimson curtain of hair. His eyes where the same ice blue that they held as a dragon, and his skin was deeply tanned. Standing only five’ six this form was much shorter then even the Daughters let alone the Sons. “Good day…” He said with a soft humming that resonated from his throat. “How does it feel to finally be an adult?” He said with a bright smile of sharp fangs as his forked tongue shot out and back in quickly to get a better sight of everything around him. “I hope your sister is staying out of trouble… or was it you who gets in trouble… I forget… time goes by so quickly for me… I remember as if it only happened half a minuet ago you were a small adorable child. No… that may have been your mother I‘m thinking of… how hard it is to keep track of memories after one after fifteen hundred years…”
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Anyanka was as usual up early on her birthday. It had become her habit over recent years to walk the paths of her clan's home village even as the sun rose to accompany her solitary meanderings. Looking outside the window of her circular home, part of a cluster that belonged to the leaders of the clan, or the head family as they were sometimes called, she observed that it had frosted over last night, and the crystals of ice were catching the light of the ascending fireball. Shiara probably found it beautiful or even magical, and Anyanka snorted softly at the very thought. The eldest daughter of the chieftain was more than a little on the practical side, and found many of the things her sister said or did to be frivolous.
For her, then, the frost simply meant that winter was approaching, and it would be to the clan's benefit if the rest of the harvest was taken in as quickly as possible; the hunters, too would be busy. Part of the reason this ceremony was so ill-timed. Nevertheless, it was one of those things that had to be done, else the clan would not continue to function in the proper way.
Anyanka donned her light armor and red cloak before stepping outside and onto one of several arboreal platforms, this one which held her house high in the boughs of a great oak tree. The entire village was structured much like this, with some buildings on branches and others on the ground. Wooden pathways of split logs led between them, traversed this early by nobody save herself and those few souls whose jobs necessitated it.
Though the chill in the air caused the breath escaping her lungs with each exhalation to cloud in front of her, Anyanka could sense that the day later would be largely warm. Indeed, the weather should be fine for the start of the festivities. Her feet carried her quite automatically to the temple of the Wolf Goddess. She was probably the single most frequent lay visitor, though given that her mother was its High Priestess, such a thing was not exactly a surprise.
On her way, she was passing by Migal's shrine when the serpent-dragon presented himself, in quite a distinct form, no less. "Good day to you as well, Migal," she replied. "It is ever Shiara who is the troublesome one, and not I, but you are perhaps excused from such knowledge given your rather extensive history." The slightest of half-smiles appeared on the woman's face. Migal was a family friend, after a fashion, but somewhat known for occasionally forgetting exactly who in the family was whom, though he never mistook an outsider for one of them.
"As for how it feels... I must confess that I feel no different this morning than I did when I fell into slumber last night."
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Shiara yawned widely, stretching languidly under the covers of her pallet, before sitting up, shoving the thick mass of red hair back off her face. So cold... the young priestess shook her head. She much preferred spring to any other season, though early fall was nice too.
Nevertheless, she forced herself to move, and bathed in magically-heated steaming water before shrugging into her robes, tying the long magenta sash about her midsection in front of a small mirror. She had early duties today, which meant assisting in the preparation for Anyanka's ceremony. Truth be told, the Fox Goddess would play a relatively minor role in this feast as She did in most coming-of-age events, those being primarily the provenance of her elder siblings. However, should a wedding follow eventually as was expected, there would be much more for Shiara and her sister priestesses to do.
Though ordinarily very fond of weddings, or bonding ceremonies as they were more commonly-called on the isles, she could not exactly say the same of this one. It was Anyanka, after all, and Shiara's face turned slightly morose at the thought of what that would mean. Likely, she would make her selection in the same way she did everything else: with no regard for anything but duty or tradition. It would be ever so typical of her, that much was indisputable.
Oh, Anya, when will you ever learn that there are more important things to be had than someone else's form of honor?
For her, then, the frost simply meant that winter was approaching, and it would be to the clan's benefit if the rest of the harvest was taken in as quickly as possible; the hunters, too would be busy. Part of the reason this ceremony was so ill-timed. Nevertheless, it was one of those things that had to be done, else the clan would not continue to function in the proper way.
Anyanka donned her light armor and red cloak before stepping outside and onto one of several arboreal platforms, this one which held her house high in the boughs of a great oak tree. The entire village was structured much like this, with some buildings on branches and others on the ground. Wooden pathways of split logs led between them, traversed this early by nobody save herself and those few souls whose jobs necessitated it.
Though the chill in the air caused the breath escaping her lungs with each exhalation to cloud in front of her, Anyanka could sense that the day later would be largely warm. Indeed, the weather should be fine for the start of the festivities. Her feet carried her quite automatically to the temple of the Wolf Goddess. She was probably the single most frequent lay visitor, though given that her mother was its High Priestess, such a thing was not exactly a surprise.
On her way, she was passing by Migal's shrine when the serpent-dragon presented himself, in quite a distinct form, no less. "Good day to you as well, Migal," she replied. "It is ever Shiara who is the troublesome one, and not I, but you are perhaps excused from such knowledge given your rather extensive history." The slightest of half-smiles appeared on the woman's face. Migal was a family friend, after a fashion, but somewhat known for occasionally forgetting exactly who in the family was whom, though he never mistook an outsider for one of them.
"As for how it feels... I must confess that I feel no different this morning than I did when I fell into slumber last night."
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Shiara yawned widely, stretching languidly under the covers of her pallet, before sitting up, shoving the thick mass of red hair back off her face. So cold... the young priestess shook her head. She much preferred spring to any other season, though early fall was nice too.
Nevertheless, she forced herself to move, and bathed in magically-heated steaming water before shrugging into her robes, tying the long magenta sash about her midsection in front of a small mirror. She had early duties today, which meant assisting in the preparation for Anyanka's ceremony. Truth be told, the Fox Goddess would play a relatively minor role in this feast as She did in most coming-of-age events, those being primarily the provenance of her elder siblings. However, should a wedding follow eventually as was expected, there would be much more for Shiara and her sister priestesses to do.
Though ordinarily very fond of weddings, or bonding ceremonies as they were more commonly-called on the isles, she could not exactly say the same of this one. It was Anyanka, after all, and Shiara's face turned slightly morose at the thought of what that would mean. Likely, she would make her selection in the same way she did everything else: with no regard for anything but duty or tradition. It would be ever so typical of her, that much was indisputable.
Oh, Anya, when will you ever learn that there are more important things to be had than someone else's form of honor?
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The small deer nibbled at blades of grass that poked through the morning frost, unaware of the danger coming towards it. The threat was silent as it approached, then crouched ready to spring. With a mighty roar, Bem jumped towards his kill, and then as it ran he took chase for a short distance before he slowed down huffing for breath. It was this damn cold that’s what it was! Took his breath away and stiffened his joints! “Eh, I’ll get the next one.” There was still enough time to bring in kills, winter was close but it wasn’t upon them yet. Despite not being a Child of the Bear or Wolf, he was still part of the tribe but only as a protector. This meant he had to help hunt to provide for all the members just like any of the other males. His first and foremost job was as a warrior and his eyes were always peeled, even when hunting for food.
He turned, his eyes scanning the woods before he was satisfied he could lean against a tree and relax for the moment. He couldn’t believe today was Anyanka’s birthday; it seemed only yesterday she was a small babe. True, he didn’t know her intimately but he had watched her grow from the outskirts of the tribe. He wouldn’t take part in the festivities but perhaps he’d wish her a well birthday if the chance arose. For the time being though, he would take a breather and enjoy the rising sun.
He turned, his eyes scanning the woods before he was satisfied he could lean against a tree and relax for the moment. He couldn’t believe today was Anyanka’s birthday; it seemed only yesterday she was a small babe. True, he didn’t know her intimately but he had watched her grow from the outskirts of the tribe. He wouldn’t take part in the festivities but perhaps he’d wish her a well birthday if the chance arose. For the time being though, he would take a breather and enjoy the rising sun.
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Two distinct sets of foot steps could be hear pounding against the forest floor, one of a four legged animal and one of a two legged. The brush began to rustle and shake as a squeal echoed through the nearby area. A boar came rushing through the brush running for dear life soon followed by Raos. The distance between them was neither growing nor shrinking and with hatchet in hand he aimed it for the animals hind leg. The hand axe whistled through the air before the audible sound of it cutting flesh and sinew could be heard. It was a hit, a little lower that he had aimed, but a hit the did it's job nonetheless immobilizing the boar. It was a magnificent specimen, just grown into a full sized adult, it's tusks were an off white due to dirt, but with a little shine the would be brilliant. Raos neared the boar as it still desperately tried to escape, he ended it's life swiftly before retrieving his weapon and carrying his spoil back towards the village.
This was simply training for him, training to gain an edge over his competition in the soon coming great hunt to honor the coming of age of the chieftain's daughter. Though his skills as a hunter was great just winning the the hunt was not enough to guarantee winning Anyanka's heart. Other things would have to be done to do that. Things he had not the slightest clue about.
This was simply training for him, training to gain an edge over his competition in the soon coming great hunt to honor the coming of age of the chieftain's daughter. Though his skills as a hunter was great just winning the the hunt was not enough to guarantee winning Anyanka's heart. Other things would have to be done to do that. Things he had not the slightest clue about.
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A small stream of leaves rained from the tree tops in a line as a flash of red could be seen among the branches. Running and jumping from tree to tree, Urara let the morning air caress her as she headed towards her destination. She would have never thought she would be running towards her home like this, but today was Anyanka’s birthday. Even if she didn’t know her personally, she was still a Daughter of the Wolf and this was to be a great day of festivities in her honor. Slowing to a stop, Urara stared towards the dawn greeting the day. With the frost lighting like true magic and a chill resting on her skin, she pulled down the red wrap around the lower part of her face and breathed in the air; enjoying the moment to its fullest. “Now this is true beauty. Not this.” Urara muttered to herself, holding up an end of her hair with a glare. With a sigh, the wrap was quickly pulled back into place and the leaves continued to rain down again in her wake.
Coming closer to the tribe, she caught a sight of something large and furry below her on the ground. Staying hidden among the leaves, Urara peered down to see Bem resting against the trunk. With a smirk and placing her spear to the holster on her back below the shield, she jumped down from the tree tops to land gracefully right beside Bem. “Beautiful morning. How has the frost been treating you in your old age.” Still holding her smirk, she waited for the reaction of her friend.
Coming closer to the tribe, she caught a sight of something large and furry below her on the ground. Staying hidden among the leaves, Urara peered down to see Bem resting against the trunk. With a smirk and placing her spear to the holster on her back below the shield, she jumped down from the tree tops to land gracefully right beside Bem. “Beautiful morning. How has the frost been treating you in your old age.” Still holding her smirk, she waited for the reaction of her friend.
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Migal looked up towards Anyanka’s face. “You did not feel the Wolf Goddess’ touch as she carried your soul to womanhood? Of coarse not… but surely you feel the difference… the scent of joy overcoming the slowly rising despair… joyous occasions warding away dark reality… ah yes… but enough of such talk… I wish you another year of peace and a present it is not much… but being a spirit means I don’t in general have much access to wealth…” He drew a slim dagger its hilt carved human skull, its blade curved and deadly in ceremonial make. The blade was the same color of Humanic armor and one could only assume that was what it was made of. “It was one of many soldiers I stumbled upon surveying the village… I decided to turn them into a gift for you.”
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Bem's ears perked as the sound of rustling leaves came to him, he rose up from the tree until a familiar scent hit his nose then he relaxed once more. He knew exactly who was coming towards him, Urara, he thought with a sigh as she dropped down. Smirking a bit he then soured his face at her comment. "Watch yourself cub. I might be slower because of the frost but that doesn't mean I couldn't snap you in two just by sitting on you." It seemed his comment was completely serious until he chuckled deeply. "What are you doing out so early in the morning running through the trees like a damn ape?" Bem found it hard to enjoy the company of most people but Urara was different. She didn't mind his biting comments and she even returned them often which entertained him to no end. Plus, she genuinely liked the stories he told and would even seek him out to tell her one when he was in a good mood.
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Anyanka accepted the dagger from Migal with a respectful bow. "I think you, Migal. 'Tis most gracious of you." Examining the blade, she found it to be true, and honed well at that. Few of her clan wold think any kind of gift more valuable than a good-quality weapon, and in this she differed not from her kin. Flipping it in the air and catching it a few times experimentally, she smiled at the balance and heft. Sturdy enough for combat, aerodynamic enough to use as a projectile. Then, of course, there was the fact that it was made from the bones of a trespasser. Something of a nice touch, that.
Politely taking her leave, the woman continued her trek through the village and to the shrine of the Wolf Goddess. While not as grand as the temple, in truth Anyanka preferred to pray here, away from the traffic of worshipers and the influence of her mother. Kneeling before the simple but well-crafted altar, she clasped her hands together and bowed her head in silence. Short blond hair curtained her face, underneath which her lips mouthed silently words of reverence and duty.
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Shiara was currently flitting about the center of town, overseeing and assisting with the setup of the banquet tables for the celebration, which would last for many consecutive days. Today would be the beginning of the contests, but the whole thing would not conclude with the evening as smaller festivals did.
Directing a group of musicians to the appropriate spot, Shiara shaded her eyes against the rising sun and let her purple eyes sweep over the tables. Each was decorated with fresh flowers, though nothing overly perfumatic. The Sons and Daughters were well-tied to nature, bu they were also in general a people who embraced an aesthetic of the simple and clean. In this case, Shiara had chosen white and red to be the main colors of decoration; white because of the crispness and red because she recalled it to be Anyanka's favorite color.
She wondered for a moment what her older sister would think if she knew that a lost relative felt the same way, but merely smirked a bit to herself and pushed the thought from her mind for the present.
Politely taking her leave, the woman continued her trek through the village and to the shrine of the Wolf Goddess. While not as grand as the temple, in truth Anyanka preferred to pray here, away from the traffic of worshipers and the influence of her mother. Kneeling before the simple but well-crafted altar, she clasped her hands together and bowed her head in silence. Short blond hair curtained her face, underneath which her lips mouthed silently words of reverence and duty.
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Shiara was currently flitting about the center of town, overseeing and assisting with the setup of the banquet tables for the celebration, which would last for many consecutive days. Today would be the beginning of the contests, but the whole thing would not conclude with the evening as smaller festivals did.
Directing a group of musicians to the appropriate spot, Shiara shaded her eyes against the rising sun and let her purple eyes sweep over the tables. Each was decorated with fresh flowers, though nothing overly perfumatic. The Sons and Daughters were well-tied to nature, bu they were also in general a people who embraced an aesthetic of the simple and clean. In this case, Shiara had chosen white and red to be the main colors of decoration; white because of the crispness and red because she recalled it to be Anyanka's favorite color.
She wondered for a moment what her older sister would think if she knew that a lost relative felt the same way, but merely smirked a bit to herself and pushed the thought from her mind for the present.
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Raos brought the boar into town, specifically to the area within the village where the feast wan being set up for the coming festivities. The boar was plump and one sure to be able to feed a few people and it ran with a great speed meaning it was healthy so the meat would be good as well. He was lead away from the main tables ans asked to place the boar on an unadorned table. It had some faint stains of blood so other kills had been set here. Raos did as he was told, but before leaving took a prize, the tusks of the boar.
His intentions were clear, he would offer this to the Wolf Goddess for a her blessing in the coming hunt. Of course Raos would not be the only one with the idea to pay the proper respect to the Wolf Goddess.
As he left the area pondering on his destination, he caught a glimpse of one of the Chieftain's daughter, Shiara, to be exact. She seemed busy helping along the preparations for her sisters coming of age celebration. Anticipating that he would not be the only potential suitor looking for a blessing from the Wolf Goddess he decided that heading for the small shrine would provide him with more time to prepare than going to the more frequented Temple. With his destination set he made his way to the shrine with all haste not a moment to lose in winning if he wanted to stand a chance at winning the hunt.
His intentions were clear, he would offer this to the Wolf Goddess for a her blessing in the coming hunt. Of course Raos would not be the only one with the idea to pay the proper respect to the Wolf Goddess.
As he left the area pondering on his destination, he caught a glimpse of one of the Chieftain's daughter, Shiara, to be exact. She seemed busy helping along the preparations for her sisters coming of age celebration. Anticipating that he would not be the only potential suitor looking for a blessing from the Wolf Goddess he decided that heading for the small shrine would provide him with more time to prepare than going to the more frequented Temple. With his destination set he made his way to the shrine with all haste not a moment to lose in winning if he wanted to stand a chance at winning the hunt.
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Urara smirked at her friend and crossed her arms behind her head as she leaned back against the tree. “Yes you could; but at least I can sit without every bone in my body popping. And I’m heading to the festival today. I was a ways off and it’s nicer to run when the weather’s still cool in the mornings. As for the trees, it’s quicker to go through them than around them on the ground. And who are you calling an ape, flea bag?” Closing her eyes to enjoy the weather before the heat of day set in, she still held the smirk on her face. “Are you heading to the tribe as well for Anyanka’s birthday? I could just stay with you then instead of wandering around aimlessly. There’s not really anyone I care to run into. Besides, you owe me a story.” Urara couldn’t help but give a genuine smile at the thought of more stories, even if her lower facial expressions were hidden except for what could be seen in her eyes. But she would much rather keep it that way until she was back among the Daughters and Sons.
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A soft chuckle rolled through the village as Midon silently dropped down from a tree. He looked around the village with the only eye he still had intact. “Tis a beautiful day… the air smells of… dragon…” He said turning to face Migal who had started to walk towards him. “Migal… I almost didn’t recognize you in such a strange form…”
“This is what I’d look like if I was human… I see no reason why it tis strange… as it is no different then any human… though many greetings old one… humans grow up so fast don’t they… I remember when her grand mother was but a pup…” He said with a sigh.
Midon nodded. “Yes… though I guess you know more then I… I’ve been here for less then half the years you have… I grow old while you stay forever the same… “
Migal shrugged. “What can I say… even time fears dragons.” He said with a smirk. “So what gift did you bring our soon to be new chieftain… I myself gave her a dagger forged from the bone and armor of enemies.”
Midon shook his head. “Nothing such as that… I did however made something quite special in its own way…” He said taking out a silver chained amulet, a clear tear dropped stone hanging from its end. “ A enchanted amulet its stone a solidified tear of a unicorn… enchanted to grant a single wish… it has a fair good have limits but it should otherwise be a nice gift.”
“You always have to use your magic to try and out do me… don’t you…” Migal said with a raised brow.
“Of coarse old friend… of coarse… it wouldn’t be fun if we didn’t compete against one another… else our competition would just die out far to fast…”
“This is what I’d look like if I was human… I see no reason why it tis strange… as it is no different then any human… though many greetings old one… humans grow up so fast don’t they… I remember when her grand mother was but a pup…” He said with a sigh.
Midon nodded. “Yes… though I guess you know more then I… I’ve been here for less then half the years you have… I grow old while you stay forever the same… “
Migal shrugged. “What can I say… even time fears dragons.” He said with a smirk. “So what gift did you bring our soon to be new chieftain… I myself gave her a dagger forged from the bone and armor of enemies.”
Midon shook his head. “Nothing such as that… I did however made something quite special in its own way…” He said taking out a silver chained amulet, a clear tear dropped stone hanging from its end. “ A enchanted amulet its stone a solidified tear of a unicorn… enchanted to grant a single wish… it has a fair good have limits but it should otherwise be a nice gift.”
“You always have to use your magic to try and out do me… don’t you…” Migal said with a raised brow.
“Of coarse old friend… of coarse… it wouldn’t be fun if we didn’t compete against one another… else our competition would just die out far to fast…”
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Anyanka rose from where she was kneeling beside the shrine and stood to her full height, throwing her head back to gaze at the sky and gauge the approximate time. doubtless, she would be called upon to prepare herself soon, something that she had to admit she was not truly looking forward to all that much. Things were so much easier when you were not immediately concerned with learning those things necessary to become clan leader, but she knew that it was her burden to bear.
Ordinarily, the proper successor would be decided by merit, but as Shiara had given herself to the service of the Fox Goddess, she could not also be a political leader. The gods tended to frown upon that sort of thing. Priestesses and priests could marry clan leaders if they chose, as her mother had, but they could not lead themselves.
The two had a third sister, but Katarin had disqualified herself long ago, were she even still alive, and nobody in the family spoke of her any longer. Which left the leadership squarely on her own shoulders, for the moment. It was something she was willing to accept, as she had something of an aptitude for it thus far, but even so, she wished she had had the chance to prove her worth as her father did, rather than simply falling into the role for lack of someone else to try.
the sound of movement reached her ears, and without turning, Anyanka spoke. "Who comes?"
Ordinarily, the proper successor would be decided by merit, but as Shiara had given herself to the service of the Fox Goddess, she could not also be a political leader. The gods tended to frown upon that sort of thing. Priestesses and priests could marry clan leaders if they chose, as her mother had, but they could not lead themselves.
The two had a third sister, but Katarin had disqualified herself long ago, were she even still alive, and nobody in the family spoke of her any longer. Which left the leadership squarely on her own shoulders, for the moment. It was something she was willing to accept, as she had something of an aptitude for it thus far, but even so, she wished she had had the chance to prove her worth as her father did, rather than simply falling into the role for lack of someone else to try.
the sound of movement reached her ears, and without turning, Anyanka spoke. "Who comes?"
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Raos traversed through the town quickly the excitement of the coming events thick in the air. The people traveled about with not a care in the world, it was good to have something enjoyable happen after all the raids on their homelands. The small shrine soon came into sight and without hesitation, Raos entered. He had made no effort to mask his footsteps, but still he was a bit surprised to see someone else here, not many still came to this small shrine. "Who comes?" he heard the commanding female voice echo through the shrine from the alter at which she was standing. "Raos Keizer. Here to bring an offering to The Wolf Goddess." he spoke at first not realizing that it was Anyanka he was speaking too.
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Bem laughed at Urara's insult, she was always full of comebacks and they always made him laugh. It was a rare thing and this young daughter seemed the only one to be able to pull the feat so far. "Flea bag is it? Be that as it may at least I'm not still the size of a cub despite being grown." Pushing himself off of the tree with a grunt, he began walking through the brush back towards the village. "Yes, I'm going back to the tribe. You can follow me if you wish cub, just don't make too much racket." A few more steps and he heard her tell him he owed her a story. He looked back at her at saw the light in her eyes that hearing his stories seemed to bring. It's why he never minded telling them to her, she honestly enjoyed them and seeing that could bring him out of any bad mood. "A story, well let's see here. What kind of story are you in the mood for today?"
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There was a slight pause before the response, and Anyanka turned in time to hear the Son announce himself. She had the fleeting thought that she might have seen him somewhere before, but then this was to be expected. Either way, she had not known his name.
"I see," she replied in modulated tones, offering a nod. "Then by all means, I'll not keep you from it. I must offer my apologies; so few people visit this place that I was surprised to sense another nearby." She stepped to the side, clearing the way for the man to make his offering, and turned to leave.
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Shiara surveyed the decorations laid out for the feast later that day and smiled to herself. She'd done quite the job at organizing, if she did say so herself. Seven massive tables lay covered with white cloth, floral arrangements scattered periodically along the wooden lengths. The chairs were simple, but comfortable, and the musicians' platform was placed just off to one side, so that all the guests, regardless of status or seating, would be able to hear.
"Right, now to tend to the prisoners." One of the less-pleasant aspects of belonging to Isles clergy was that you were responsible for looking after prisoners of war and criminals, which could get old, fast. Fortunately for them, Shiara was generally a patient sort, and quite a bit more merciful than some of her brethren would have been. Maybe that was why she always got stuck doing it, who was to say?
"I see," she replied in modulated tones, offering a nod. "Then by all means, I'll not keep you from it. I must offer my apologies; so few people visit this place that I was surprised to sense another nearby." She stepped to the side, clearing the way for the man to make his offering, and turned to leave.
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Shiara surveyed the decorations laid out for the feast later that day and smiled to herself. She'd done quite the job at organizing, if she did say so herself. Seven massive tables lay covered with white cloth, floral arrangements scattered periodically along the wooden lengths. The chairs were simple, but comfortable, and the musicians' platform was placed just off to one side, so that all the guests, regardless of status or seating, would be able to hear.
"Right, now to tend to the prisoners." One of the less-pleasant aspects of belonging to Isles clergy was that you were responsible for looking after prisoners of war and criminals, which could get old, fast. Fortunately for them, Shiara was generally a patient sort, and quite a bit more merciful than some of her brethren would have been. Maybe that was why she always got stuck doing it, who was to say?
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A rather overly muscle bound Son of the Bear stepped in front of Shiara as she approached the prison. “I am sorry priestess I can not allow you entry… we have caught a Kin Slayer Son… it is not safe for you inside… as such I can not let you in until Bear priest euthanizes him… I am sorry if it inconveniences you.” He said with a respectful partial bow as a full bow was out of the question due to his muscles.
Midon had excused himself from Migal and searched the city for a while until he found Anyanka. “There you are… I brought you something” He said taking out a amulet with a tear drop stone that was far to clear for any actual stone. “Now this is something special… I made it myself with magic… I’m sure you’ll love it.”
Midon had excused himself from Migal and searched the city for a while until he found Anyanka. “There you are… I brought you something” He said taking out a amulet with a tear drop stone that was far to clear for any actual stone. “Now this is something special… I made it myself with magic… I’m sure you’ll love it.”
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Anyanka took the gem into her cupped hands and brought it to the light, a flicker of surprise crossing her features when it caught the sun's rays and projected a prism of color. Normally, she was not too fond of ornamental things, but this one truly was a marvel, and she was not so crass as to be incapable of appreciating that.
"Trying to outdo Migal again, are we?" she asked, but the smile playing across her face belied the tone with which she said it. "It is truly marvelous, Midon, and I thank you for it." Unclasping the amulet, Anyanka affixed it about her neck, clearly pleased with the result.
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Shiara's eyes narrowed in a rare show of displeasure. She rarely bothered about her blood, but occasionally, when people told her what she could or could not do, her pride resurfaced. She did not wish to cause a disturbance, but not many bothered to look after the prisoners, and they were probably in need of sustenance. She would not deny them this, nor would she be denied in her effort to provide it.
"Forgive me, brother," she addressed the guard gently, "but I do not fear a traitor, especially not if he is imprisoned as you say. These souls will not be partaking of the feast this evening, and I must see to it that they are cared for anyway. Please, allow me to pass."
"Trying to outdo Migal again, are we?" she asked, but the smile playing across her face belied the tone with which she said it. "It is truly marvelous, Midon, and I thank you for it." Unclasping the amulet, Anyanka affixed it about her neck, clearly pleased with the result.
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Shiara's eyes narrowed in a rare show of displeasure. She rarely bothered about her blood, but occasionally, when people told her what she could or could not do, her pride resurfaced. She did not wish to cause a disturbance, but not many bothered to look after the prisoners, and they were probably in need of sustenance. She would not deny them this, nor would she be denied in her effort to provide it.
"Forgive me, brother," she addressed the guard gently, "but I do not fear a traitor, especially not if he is imprisoned as you say. These souls will not be partaking of the feast this evening, and I must see to it that they are cared for anyway. Please, allow me to pass."
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“Always…” He said with a smirk in response. “Now… a word of warning… it will grant -one- wish… that nature is capable of granting of coarse… it can’t kill but you could do something marvelous with it… imagine a grand harvest… the mind… nature… and non-lethality your only barriers.
“As you wish priestess… but your father told me you must be accompanied by at least four guards… you’ve seen traitors but I don’t think you fully understand how dangerous the Bull God’s fell children are… the Kin Slayers are made to kill the other Children… for the Bull Gods spite against his younger siblings…”
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“As you wish priestess… but your father told me you must be accompanied by at least four guards… you’ve seen traitors but I don’t think you fully understand how dangerous the Bull God’s fell children are… the Kin Slayers are made to kill the other Children… for the Bull Gods spite against his younger siblings…”
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Urara nimbly stood and was once again beside Bem. “Me not make too much racket? You’re the one who cannot stand without making a sound.” To demonstrate her point, she grabbed her spear and used it as leverage to back flip in front of Bem. Turning on her heel without a word, she thought about what story she would like to hear this time. “How about one about your favorite festivals. You have definitely seen enough of them, I’m sure. Speaking of which….” Spotting the outskirts of the village, Urara slowed down with a sigh. “Better get rid of this if I wish to enter without a fuss.” Pulling down the covering around her face, she completely removed the material this time and wrapped it around her waist. “One word and I shall have a new fur coat for winter.” With a side glare at Bem, she knew he would have some comment to make about her hiding. “And before I forget, I am no longer a cub nor am I the size of one; and if I do say so myself, I believe you are shrinking in your old age.” Finally able to show her smirk, she faced the village to return home after avoiding it for so long.
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Bem huffed and pinned his ears at Urara as she continued her jokes about his age. He relaxed though when she told him what story she wished to hear. "Well, let's see my favorite ceremony was after a battle when-" He abruptly stopped though when she removed her covering. It wasn't often she removed the cloth and these were the rare occassions he was able to clearly see his friend's face. Bem knew why she wore the cloth so wouldn't pick at her but at her last old joke he snorted. "Shrinking am I? Well, I promise I won't say anything. HOWEVER I see why you wear that." He then faked a shudder while looking at her face then smirked in a smug way at her, smacking her leg with his tail as he passed her. "So, have you made a gift for Anyanka yet? I gathered some stones that were pleasing to the eye and made them into a necklace." He then took the necklace out from the pouch he wore around his waist. It was simple, rough stones that had been looped on a piece of thin rope. There was nothing special or extremely appealing about the gift but it was the best he had and hopefully she would be pleased with it.
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Anyanka eyed the stone with a new appreciation. She should have figured that it would be useful as well as pretty; Midon would be the sort to create something like that. "Interesting..." she replied thoughtfully. "I'll keep that in mind. But I am being discourteous: how do you fare these days, Midon?" Her father was fond of telling her that it was on the days that we were most honored that we should take the time to honor our friends and allies. Perhaps it was the right time to take steps in that direction, and it had been a while since the elf had shown himself in the settlement, at least to the best of her knowledge.
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Shiara grimaced slightly, but held her tongue and accepted this for what it was: a safety measure. Her father would surely punish these men if she were allowed to go in without appropriate guard, and she had no wish to bring that upon them.
So she strode in front of the four of them, first making rounds to inspect the injured and apply a little healing magic here and there. It was a shame, but for whatever reason, the prisoners seemed to quarrel amongst themselves; not surprising when you considered the amount of disputes between the different groups represented. Sometimes, the only commonality between them was that they'd all in some way antagonized the Isles.
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Shiara grimaced slightly, but held her tongue and accepted this for what it was: a safety measure. Her father would surely punish these men if she were allowed to go in without appropriate guard, and she had no wish to bring that upon them.
So she strode in front of the four of them, first making rounds to inspect the injured and apply a little healing magic here and there. It was a shame, but for whatever reason, the prisoners seemed to quarrel amongst themselves; not surprising when you considered the amount of disputes between the different groups represented. Sometimes, the only commonality between them was that they'd all in some way antagonized the Isles.
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Urara glared at Bem for his joke and was ready to retort, but she soon found herself on the ground after the sweep of his tail. “Watch it, or I may just change my present to a new fur coat for Anyanka!” Glaring, she threw a nearby rock at the back of his head, and then innocently pointed up at a tree. “The bird did it.” With a smile, she quickly jumped up and caught up to her friend; opening the small pouch at her side and unwrapping it’s single content. “I actually found a sharpening stone; it works well enough but is easy to grip so your hands do not tire.” Showing the stone to Bem, she then wrapped it and returned it back to its previous place. Leaning to try and see Bem’s gift, Urara cocked her eyebrow. “I honestly do not know what to say; I’m not the necklace type…remind me not to ever let you get me a present, come to think of it.” With a playful smirk, she ran forwards and stood on the very outskirts; looking at all the preparations taking place within. “It has been awhile.” She whispered to herself before turning back to her friend. “Hurry it up! At this rate I’ll be as old as you by the time you get here!”
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Raos watched Anyaka leave gracefully leaving him alone to give his offering as planned. Maybe he would have better luck since she prayer here already, well it's good to hope at least. He moved to the alter and assumed the proper position before putting the two boar tusks atop the alter. There he sat his breath steady a look of calm concentration upon his face as he silently prayed for good fortune in the coming hunt. During this time he also took the time to plan out the rest of the of the details of the Hunt.
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Bem laughed at Urara's threat then turned with a growl as a small stone pegged his head. That little cub was getting more and more bold! With a snort he turned back around to walk then looked down as she showed him the gift she had for Anyanka. "Oh, I'm sure she'll have much use for that." He was beginning to wonder if his present was at all acceptable or not. That doubt deepened even more when Urara poked fun at his simple necklace. Narrowing his eyes, he snarled at her as she moved ahead. "Yea, yea I'm coming cub!" He walked behind her slowly into the village looking around at everyone busy with preperations. "Do you think you'll participate in any of the games today Urara?"
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“I fare as well as most bags of bones fare… rather well for their predicament.” He said with a half shrug, “I hear bad things from my kindred on the seas… several lords have joined forces… and plan to attack us for all their past failures… of coarse these are just rumors…but as a precaution you have been training in your combat skills like all Children must? Remember all Children are warriors first, and everything else second.” He said with a grin.
Several of the cells nearest the end were empty while the first ones were over filled, this may have been due to the rather large creature who sat in the last cell, his body had much more fur then a Son of the Bear while his hands were strange, a strange mix between flesh fingers and strange claws that reminded one far to much as hooves sharpened into deadly weapons. He snorted shaking his head his large horns clanking against the cage’s door as he turned his bloodshot eyes towards Shiara he let out a deafening roar clawing at the bars which bent in slightly from its weight. The guards which were with Shiara made sure to keep themselves between the monster and a priestess.
Several of the cells nearest the end were empty while the first ones were over filled, this may have been due to the rather large creature who sat in the last cell, his body had much more fur then a Son of the Bear while his hands were strange, a strange mix between flesh fingers and strange claws that reminded one far to much as hooves sharpened into deadly weapons. He snorted shaking his head his large horns clanking against the cage’s door as he turned his bloodshot eyes towards Shiara he let out a deafening roar clawing at the bars which bent in slightly from its weight. The guards which were with Shiara made sure to keep themselves between the monster and a priestess.
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Re: [OOC] Eyes of the Hunter
It would be late Summer or early Fall. Days are hot and Nights are cold enough for frost.
Re: [OOC] Eyes of the Hunter
Hmm what season is it right now? Just for a reference of type of weather and what type of game would be present.
Re: [OOC] Eyes of the Hunter
Yea thats what I was asking... and it was asking me to select a character from one of the ones' i already have created, so I guess I do have to make a new character on my profile?
Re: [OOC] Eyes of the Hunter
If you haven’t been on the role-play tab use the link on the first OOC post to get to it. Then go to the Character tab and fill out the character sheet, submit it and I’ll see if its good in which case it will be accepted.
Re: [OOC] Eyes of the Hunter
Guess it's been a while... so do I have to create a specific character under my profile for this roleplay, then click the "add character" above your ooc summary of the rp? Hmm... things have changed since I last roleplayed in the forums...
Re: [OOC] Eyes of the Hunter
Sheets submitted! If anything in the family history turns out contrary to what I have later, I'll fix it, but it was only pretty ordinary information anyway.
Re: [OOC] Eyes of the Hunter
The Chieftain is a male and no you don’t have to add an specifics about the Chieftains family incase someone wishes to be part of it later on. Whether his wife is still there is dependant on whether or not someone wishes to be her.
Re: [OOC] Eyes of the Hunter
Anything specific you want listed in the character profiles? Does the Cheiftain have a son, of course he probably has a wife I'm assuming... or is the Cheiftain female?
Re: [OOC] Eyes of the Hunter
Cool. I guess I reserve the chieftain's daughter and her sister, then. I'll try to have those profiles in tonight, but tomorrow at the latest. =)
Re: [OOC] Eyes of the Hunter
You may reserve characters here yes. As for the number of characters As long as you can manage them all I'm fine with it. With a few exceptions such as I don't really want say the Chieftain or Chieftains daughter being played by a person whom is also a suitor. Even if the player doesn't it still kind of makes one think their posts will be predigest. The only thing with Elves is that there names are structured a certain way.
Elven Names.
Elven Names consist of a three parts. Though the first is hardly used it is simply the name of their mother if they’re female or father if they’re male. The Second part is a three lettered word which is their clan’s name. The third is their own personal name. A full elven name would appear as such. Ferin’Zal’Rei.
You can make your own clans but these are the top ruling clans of the Elven people.
Renown White Elf Clans.
Gil’ (Paladin Clan)
Oru’ (Clerical Clan)
Gal’ (Warrior Clan)
Renown Black Elf Clans.
Zal’ (Na’Tally’s chosen. One is not born into this clan, they have to earn a place in it.)
Xia’ (Assassin Clan)
Xei’ (Clerical Clan)
Zel’ (Knight Clan)
Vel’ (Crusader Order)
Elven Names.
Elven Names consist of a three parts. Though the first is hardly used it is simply the name of their mother if they’re female or father if they’re male. The Second part is a three lettered word which is their clan’s name. The third is their own personal name. A full elven name would appear as such. Ferin’Zal’Rei.
You can make your own clans but these are the top ruling clans of the Elven people.
Renown White Elf Clans.
Gil’ (Paladin Clan)
Oru’ (Clerical Clan)
Gal’ (Warrior Clan)
Renown Black Elf Clans.
Zal’ (Na’Tally’s chosen. One is not born into this clan, they have to earn a place in it.)
Xia’ (Assassin Clan)
Xei’ (Clerical Clan)
Zel’ (Knight Clan)
Vel’ (Crusader Order)
Re: [OOC] Eyes of the Hunter
So is this where you want us to reserve and post our characters? I like this rp and have been browsing for something to join for a few weeks now. I would like to be maybe the first and closest cousin to the Cheiftains daughter... how do you feel about duel roles? I'd also like to hold a black elf character.
Re: [OOC] Eyes of the Hunter
Query: Is the chieftain's daughter a possible character? The idea actually works fairly well with what I was planning; I might actually create a pair of sisters. If it's reserved, though, I shall simply alter my plan slightly.
[OOC] Eyes of the Hunter
"Eyes of the Hunter"
This is another Role-play of mine based in my realm of Ithia. Which seems to run better then my other settings.
This is another Role-play of mine based in my realm of Ithia. Which seems to run better then my other settings.