Description

Name: Elanor 'Swallowtail' Heathertoe
Age: Twenty-eight
Race: Halfling
Occupation: ~~Trickster~~ Entertainer

Appearance:
Like all halflings, the woman lives in a world ruled by giants, her body barely the height and weight of an average human child but that doesn't keep her from trying to be noticed. Elanor is a woman who has a natural charm about her, part of that may have got to do with her natural beauty that she knows how to use to her advantage. Her body is a shape with curves in all the right places, and with a cutesy smile that could enlighten anyone's day, it wouldn't be hard to pick the halfling out of a crowd. Her head is covered with a smooth, waist-length oak-brown hair that sways freely across her oval-shaped face, her emerald-green eyes peeking through, that glow with a certain... Glee.

Personality:
A natural liar and trickster of people. Elanor would be that person who approaches you with an innocent smile, and nicks every coin out of your pocket during a casual chit-chat. To say the woman is not trustworthy is quite the understatement, and would only justify a tip of the iceberg that is the halflings life of tricks and cheats. Her only concern is the well-being of herself and that of her dragon companion, all others are merely keys for their survival, which is actually hidden under a perfected act of the poor entertainer that is begging for scraps of food and free lodging.

Elanor wouldn't dare help others, unless she has a plan to get something out of it herself, which usually ends up with nicking anything her 'temporary' companions have and legging it as soon as things are starting to look grim.

.....

In truth, the halfling is trying to find her place in life, but fully believes she doesn't need a group of friends to find that place. Behind her trickery lies the heart of a cheerful woman, albeit a bit too friendly at times, that loves performing to no end. It just takes the right people to show her a path that doesn't involve ruining other peoples lives...

Equipment:
A pan flute that dangles around her neck, a lute that is carried on Elanor's back with a leather buckle. The halfling also carries a set of juggling swords, all three of them sheathed in the same scabbard that rests on the back of her hip.

Strengths/Abilities:
Elanor can keep quite the crowd entertained, whether it'd be with song, tales, or some arbitrary trick. The halfling is also a novice swords(wo)man, although without any real field-practise and only taught the basics, it is more of a... Precaution, as Elanor is more likely to either leg the scene or lie her way out of it.

Weaknesses:
While nimble and dexterous, and taking down the occasional drunken muscle-brain or angry guard without problem, Elanor lacks actual field experience for fighting against someone who knows what they're doing.

History:
That a life of tricks, lies, and exploitations has brought Elanor where she is now is not that much of a surprise. How she was put onto that path, is a different matter entirely. Found by a group of travelling minstrels, jesters and entertainers, the then little halfling was brought into their close family and raised as one of their own. The girl learned how to play a variety of instruments, and found herself to not be that terrible at singing either. The group travelled from city to city, making their living through use of their talents. A life to enjoy indeed.

That was, until a few year later. While the band of entertainers were a close family indeed, they had some... Darker goals, and as gullible as she was back then, Elanor did not hesitate one second to help her friends once more. The task? Stealing a valuable treasure from a nobleman's house. Surely that wasn't to strange, after all, the halfling had been around them long enough to know that stealing isn't all that bad. The richer society could miss it, and they were the ones who needed it.

What she didn't expect, was her only family abandoning her to her own fate when things had gone awry. As Elanor had successfully gotten a hold of the described pouch, she was caught as soon as she set foot out of the nobleman's estate. Her 'family' gladly taking the price before knocking the poor girl unconscious and leaving her for dead. The next thing the halfling knew, was that she had woken to the sight of a dark alley-way, broken and beaten and left to fend for herself.

Here she met her future partner-in-crime, a tiny gold dragon who she named Wily after taken it upon herself to take care of the poor creature. The years after that, Elanor wandered from town to town, brushing up her skills in both entertaining and trickery to make a living for herself and that of her new friend....

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Wily, Gold Dragon

So begins...

Elanor Heathertoe's Story

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#2012-10-14 00:57:57, as written by Byte

Standing on the top of a mighty hill, Kingsburrow peeked out from the top of the forest it was build in, standing high and mighty like it always did. The street crowded with its citizens and anyone visiting, merchant shouting their wares from their stalls that occupied the first few blocks of Kingsburrow.

Minstrels and entertainers were performing for large crowds desperately giving it their all to raise a wee bit of money for further journeys. One such entertainer, was Elanor, who had attracted quite the crowd with her singing voice and the lute that carefully assisted in telling the tale of the great bandit Gerralt who took from the rich and gave to the poor. The tale was almost at an end, a tragic end where Gerralt turned himself in, for he did not want his people to suffer in his name.

As the final chord rang through the ears of those who listened, Elanor was showered with applause and coin from her audience, a delightful feeling indeed. The halfling elegantly bowed to thank them, rising up to prepare for her most favourite act, the final act.

“Thank you, thank you. For my next act, I will juggle these swords with just a one hand.” As if that wasn't enough, a sneaky grin formed on the woman's face, amused by the many awes that had gotten a hold of the crowd. “While I balance on this sphere.”

The halfling revealed a minth-green ball that was decorated with white stars, so nice of the one jester to let her 'borrow' it for her show. With a wee-bit of struggle, Elanor managed to get her balance on the big sphere, slowly but surely getting out her weapons and began twirling them into the air one by one, catching them with the same hand and tossing them up once more.

Good, the crowd was more then focused on Elanor's act, so much that they didn't notice the tiny gold dragon sneaking through the crowd, picking their pockets and crawling back to his spot where he hid each capture behind a batch of barrels and crates that were located in a hidden alleyway.

A solid plan, really. Elanor would entertain a crowd, while her tiny pet dragon would attempt to nick as many coins as he could. Speaking of which, is wasn't long before someone got hold of the duo, although it wasn't one of the crowd.

“Oi! Thief! Gimme back muh stuff!” A flamboyantly dressed fellow, which Elanor could only recognize as the jester she borrowed the sphere from. Oh buggery. The halfling did not hesitate one second to hop of the sphere, gathering her stuff and legging it shortly afterwards. Though not without a big “Thank you,” and a wide grin directed at her crowd.

Yeah... Thanks for your time, but more importantly; your coin. Morons.

What followed, was a long Benny Hill-esque chase across Kingsburrow. Elanor desperately trying to shake of her pursuer, luckily the man was a smart as he sounded and looked like, and the trickster was rid of him by simply ducking behind one of the many crates that were scattered across to city.

“He was a persistent fella, wasn't he? Dumb too.” With a sigh, and a quick shift of her head in search for possible danger, Elanor traced her steps back to where her little companion was resting. No surprise, the dragon hadn't moved an inch and only perched up when he saw his friend approaching their meeting place.

Gently patting the dragon's head, Elanor reached out from behind the crates, revealing a leather purse that was now filled with hard-earned coin. “Quite a haul. Isn't that right, Wily?” The dragon flew around the halfling's head, squeaking with excitement, blinking his yellow eyes as if he was smiling. “Good job! A hundred gold coins! We got ourselves a fortune here.”

It wasn't much, but at least it would give the both of them something to eat and maybe a bed for the night. Giving her pet a kiss on the nose, Elanor turned around to stroll through the market, it was better to stay in a crowd as you wouldn't be caught as easily.

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#2012-10-14 08:37:31, as written by Beach-Born-Boy

Thane watched the show from afar. Truthfully, the only entertaining parts were the dragon's thievery and the ruckus with the jester. But then again, he wasn't an entertainer so he couldn't judge. As the crowd scattered, the Nephilim rose, accompanied solely by his dragon and a saddle filled with oddities, following the young entertainer into the throngs of citizens lining the streets. Itan, the pearl white dragon floated about fifty feet in the air above him, casting a fair shadow as they moved forward. Passing through the crowd was not difficult for the large man, as those who didn't step out of their way to gawk momentarily at the rarity before them, were bounced away and brushed aside by his massive size. Eventually, he caught up with the girl. "...We got ourselves a fortune here. He could hear her congratulating her dragon. "An entertainer by trade and thief by choice. Am I correct?" He asked with a laugh as he leaned on a crate. "All though I can't say I'm much better. We merchants are a bit more silver tongued than thieves, but at the end of the day, the goal is the same. Walk away with more coin in your pouch than the other guy." His hood fell away, loosing his short scarlet hair to the mercy of the breeze. "Don't worry I'm not going to hang you out to dry. I've gotten in my fair share of trouble here too. I'd go down fight alongside you. What's your name pickpocket?"

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#2012-10-14 11:27:44, as written by Byte

The duo's celebration of their haul was cut short when Wily nervously flapped his wings and practically hissed with anger at the mysterious man approaching his friend. Elanor could only cock her head to the side with a single raise of a confused eyebrow, her mouth uttering a weak “Huh?” before her body turned around to a deep voice and an amused laugh.

A rather tall, taller than the average human, cloaked man stood in front of the tiny little halfling. 'Twas... Shocking to say the least, the unpleasantly surprised expression on the woman's face emphasizing her first thoughts on the giant male, who didn't seem to notice her reaction as he simply rambled on and on about... Whatever.

The only words that Elanor could comprehend were 'Thief' and something to do with the mystery man being a merchant of some description.

Ooohh...! How she hated these blokes, always sticking their filthy noses in other peoples business. Still here? Didn't he have something better to do than to disturb an insignificant entertainer?

Shaking the shock off her face before the man could notice, Elanor quickly latched onto her all too well practised act. Her hands firmly grasping the coin purse that she had just gotten a hold of. “I don't know what you are talking about, sir...” She began, her words uttered in a whispering tone as her emerald-green eyes shyly peeked from underneath a few oak-brown strands of her hair.

“I earned this money by performing... I didn't take anything, and my friend only nicked a few coins. These people can miss it...” The crying voice, head low, and desperately clinging onto something. That was how it always went, and quite frankly it was a very effective act that could fool most who passed by.

“Please, sir, don't sell us out. You can have the money... We'll just stay out in the cold for the night...” With slight reluctance Elanor gently pushed the coin pouch into the man's direction, pouting as her eyes began to blur from forced tears. Inside, she was grinning with glee, a plan had formed in her head. Oh, if only the poor man knew what might await him. Here was hoping he was as easy to fool as the others.

With a weak smile, the halfling shifted her head to her dragon companion, the creature slowly flying towards his friend before landing on her left shoulder. “Maybe, if we're lucky, some of the taverns may have ditched a few leftovers in the back-alley.” The golden dragon snuggled with Elanor's right hand, who had been scratching the young dragon's chin.

And with a single flick of her hand, the sack of coins landed onto the cobblestone road, its former owner turning back to the strange man once more, uttering a few words before turning around to exit the scene.

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#2012-10-16 07:55:42, as written by Beach-Born-Boy

With a smile, Thane let loose a loud, shrill whistle. As soon as the noise faded, several dozen small objects fell from his dragon's saddle and into the street, stopping about half an inch from the ground and hovering in mid-air. For a moment, they hung suspended, then lightning quick, they knitted themselves into about six skeletal hands, each one rapidly clawing and scuttling its way to a different coin and then another. In a matter of seconds, the hands had collected the dropped money, a dark purple liquid oozing from the gaps in between bones. As soon as all the coins had been collected, the hands dropped them into the satchel and all but one immediately fell apart, the remains slowly dissolving into the liquid and the liquid into the ground until there was no trace left. The solitary hand wove the drawstrings of the satchel in between its finger bones and gently climbed its way up Elanor's leg and back until it reached her shoulder. "The sympathy trick would work on most people kid, but not me. And thievery or not, you worked for those coins. So take them." The hand dropped the bag onto her shoulder, then fell apart and to the ground following suit with the others.

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#2012-10-17 01:18:30, as written by Byte

Eerie, that was pretty much the word that could describe the disgusting touch of those skeletal hands. It would be wrong to say that Elanor did not feel frightened in the slightest, most magic had that effect on her, but Necromancy was just one to trigger said fear the most.

Every muscle in her body was shivering in fright for what may come, the dead probably playing a part in the lock-down of the halfling's body. Much the same with her companion, as the dragon too, did not move a muscle at the sight of bones and purple (Possibly toxic.) liquid.

And then... Silence, the soft cracking of bones crumbling to dust as Elanor now found the same pouch she had dropped back on her shoulder, the words uttered by the man only passing through in a weak whisper.

Locking the coin pouch in her grasp, Elanor clipped the money to her belt, turning around to the man who had given her money back. Well, not out of sympathy, though, he was no fool. But then again, neither was Elanor, and simply a mere comment does not make it true that she was, indeed, tricking him.

As if unfazed by the dark magic, the halfling sighed in a tone of relief while shyly smiling at the giant. “Thank you sir...” She whispered, passing him by to continue on her merry way. “Thank you for not selling me out.” And with that comment, Elanor gently brushed her hand across the man's waist, before disappearing into the darkening streets...

With the streets grown rather quiet, Elanor had opted refuge in the closest tavern she could find, grinning as she jingled a minuscule pouch with a flick of her left wrist. “Prick. I'll consider this compensation for scaring my knickers off.” The halfling muttered in an agitated tone as she approached the innkeeper who had eyed her curiously from the moment the crime duo entered the shack.

Which wasn't too strange, Elanor was pretty used to that sort of thing, it wasn't too common to see her kind walking among the taller species on this world. “Room for one.” She told him, dropping her recently acquired money on the counter. Guess the giant helped her after all, though not in the way the halfling had imagined. Ah well, if it ain't broken, don't fix it.

With that all said and done, Elanor snatched the key from the man's hand that was dangling in front of her emerald-green eyes like a toy would be dangling in front of a cat. The trickster was tired after a long day of work, and as soon as her body touched the bed her eyes closed almost immediately... Her mind wandering off to dreamland, as did the mind of her dragon who nestled himself near Elanor's head.

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#2012-10-20 01:54:12, as written by Beach-Born-Boy

Thane chuckled as she walked off. He knew she'd taken the pouch as he knew she would from the moment he saw her. Her thievery wouldn't get her too far though. He'd know better and saddled all the things he could use, including his money, on his dragon Itan's back. What she'd find in the pouch would maybe be enough for a hot meal, but that's about it. He'd been in big cities before and he knew better than to keep too much gold on him at one time so that he could avoid situations like this. With a shrill whistle, he called Itan down to the ground only long enough to pluck the goods and supplies he needed to open shop then sent the ivory beast out to hunt. In a matter of minutes, he had unloaded a tarp, tent, folding table and several boxes filled with jewelry and other miscellaneous items, all of which would sell rather quickly.

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As the day came to a close, Thane smirked at the profit he'd made. A few sacks full of cheap trinkets could pay off for a good merchant, and he was excellent at his profession. Another whistle brought Itan back as Thane folded the table, tarp and tent closed, eager to pack it up and head to an inn for some sleep. Deciding that the shop would be safer with the dragon rather than him, Thane told Itan to fly up to the foot hills and nestle the items with him for the night, something that the dragon was used to. With a smile, he watched his friend sail off into the night, then turned down the street, heading towards the nearest in. From that first step, until he was nestled in his room, the profits that he hadn't spent on his lodgings, safe with Itan, a tune crossed his lips. With a final tweet of a whistle, the thought of the small thief crossed his mind as he watched the embers in the fireplace slowly die.

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#2012-10-21 16:58:21, as written by Byte

With a loud yawn, Elanor rose up from her temporary sleeping accommodation, accidentally nudging Wily with her elbow. The dragon woke up from the shake, startled as he jumped into the air and nervously began to flap his wings.

“Heehee~ Morning sleepyhead.” The halfling whispered, running a hand through her oak-brown hair, while gently rubbing the gold dragon's head with her other. They probably both had a good night's rest. It wasn't too common for them to be able to hop into a comfortable bunk, after all. Not that it really mattered to her, Elanor preferred the stars to be her roof and the soft grass to be her bed. But hey, no complaints for some variety.

With one foot out of the bed, the trickster began her daily routine. Getting dressed, pack everything up, and get out. She didn't feel like spending one minute longer than necessary in Kingsburrow, and she decided to grab some bits here and there from the market for provisions, which wasn't all that much. But now she could simply pay for all of that, coin had to be spent on something of course.

With that done, the halfling casually strolled through the gates of Kingsburrow, waving it a grand farewell before heading off into the empty plains of the world.

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#2012-10-30 20:26:26, as written by Byte

“Here.” With a quick nosedive, Wily snatched the piece of bread from Elanor's hand, landing on the rock the halfling sat on for a much needed break. They had settled in the forest that housed Yeveen, another neutral city that may sate Elanor's needs for the time being.

It was one of the cities she thought to be safe, as with her trip, the halfling picked up some curious gossip on how a rebellion had began to tear down major settlements. From what Elanor could gather Skyfall had... Heh. Ironically, fallen. Not from the sky, though.

Whatever or whoever was doing this, Elanor figured the safest route to take was to keep away from aligned cities, and just stick to the neutral ones. That, wasn't the only reason Yeveen was her next stop, though. Some of her 'old friends', or at least people who were running under the same name, had been performing in Yeveen, and Elanor decided to check it out, maybe find a clue or two of their current whereabouts.

“C'mon, Wily,” The halfling spoke, jumping off of the boulder that stood on the side of the dirt road that lead to their next stop. The trip? Uneventful, as was always the case. Elanor did manage to strip a travelling merchant of a few apples, but that was about it. Entering the city, however, was another matter.

Elanor was unsure if the main entrance would be guarded, but opted not to go there in case it was. Instead, she was able to sneak through the steel bars that were blocking entrance to the sewers. It stank, yes, but the route was ten times better than being questioned by a bunch of guardsmen.

Or at the very least, that was what Elanor thought. Little did she know that Yeveen wasn't that large a town. Not like Kingsburrow, anyway. “Blergh! I got the stench of crap all over my clothes, as if they weren't dirty enough...” The halfling muttered, climbing out of the dumpsite and into an alley-way.

“Well then, let us see what trouble we can stir up. Ain't that right, Wily?” The woman grinned at her companion, the tiny golden dragon hastily flying around Elanor to express his excitement. It was a bummer that he couldn't speak, whether physically or mentally, but his flailing and excited squeaks made the creature all the more endearing.

Sighing in relief, both Elanor and Wily set foot onto the streets of Yeveen...

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