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Irahel
1,724 years old
6ft 8in
1,724 years old
6ft 8in
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Irahel
A lithe female troll, minion to the evil with Helyn.
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by lostamongtrees
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Description
Personality
She's a wise ass, but normally keeps her mouth shut. The self proclaimed best friend of Helyn, she's spunky and loves to spar. Irahel has an acute sense of smell, and is a tough warrior.
Equipment
Double ended stone hammer
Poisoned blades (2)
HANDS
Satchel
-poison
-communication crystal
-food
Poisoned blades (2)
HANDS
Satchel
-poison
-communication crystal
-food
History
She was exceptional, there was no other word for it. Top of her class in her tribe, excellent with both bow and spear, proficient with a dagger or hammer.
On her 24th year, she met Helyn on the road.
Has been her minion for 1700 years, after being granted the gift of hands.
So begins...
Irahel's Story
Now hang on a-oof!
The wind picked up, and caught Irahel by surprise. At the same time, the sky darkened, and she blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light. Around her, the breeze kicked harder and harder. Buhhzlet buhhzlet buhhzlet! Grabbing onto a branch, she hoped at this point she didn't get blown away.
The wind picked up, and caught Irahel by surprise. At the same time, the sky darkened, and she blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light. Around her, the breeze kicked harder and harder. Buhhzlet buhhzlet buhhzlet! Grabbing onto a branch, she hoped at this point she didn't get blown away.
A tinge hit her gut, the woman spoke truth.
She hated to admit it, but she loved her youth.
If she could forever be strong, what a prize!
And if... to her hands she turned her eyes.
If this Witch could give her five fingers, hands,
She saw no reason to stray from her plans.
She hated to admit it, but she loved her youth.
If she could forever be strong, what a prize!
And if... to her hands she turned her eyes.
If this Witch could give her five fingers, hands,
She saw no reason to stray from her plans.
The setting changes from Twisted Path to Gambit's Bar
Irahel caught the motion out of the corner of her eye, returning the gesture with a curt nod of her own. She slid onto a bar stool, hunching over herself a bit. Being indoors always made her feel self conscious, for she was very tall.
Irahel slammed open the door to the bar, taking in the spectacle inside. She approached a booth and slipped inside, sniffing out the bar. Something smelled...like it should smell. What was that.
The scent was gone, it was apparent. Now what. She looked around, noticing smoke coming from around the way. She had best follow the scent while she could. Rising, Irahel made for the door.
Irahel snapped the beer out of the air. Still grinning, she snapped off the cap, and swaggered across the bar.
"Bastards indeed!" She said, knocking back the bottle and downing it in a single gulp.
"Bastards indeed!" She said, knocking back the bottle and downing it in a single gulp.
"The King? Ha!" She let out a laugh, smashing the bottle down on the floor.
"So bold, indeed! Perhaps that's why you're the King," She winked.
"So bold, indeed! Perhaps that's why you're the King," She winked.
Irahel felt the air begin to deplete of oxygen, but it didn't effect her all that much. At first she didn't even notice that she had begun to levitate, but once she did...
Swiftly from her side, she grabbed her double ended hammer, whipping one end into the bar counter. It was anchored there, and she held onto it, glaring over at Number 12 and the kid with the weird mask thing.
"What the hell?!"
Swiftly from her side, she grabbed her double ended hammer, whipping one end into the bar counter. It was anchored there, and she held onto it, glaring over at Number 12 and the kid with the weird mask thing.
"What the hell?!"
A human flopped on the bar not too far to her side, and she decided this was their cue to leave. However, as she looked at Dyrmuc and his stature, she realized he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Irahel grunted, spun her hammer and put it back in it's sheathe. So he wanted to stay? Fine! Stomping, she made her way towards the door.
"It's time to go," she said, sounding slightly impatient.
"Helyn rang," Irahel insisted, patting at her hip pouch.
"Helyn rang," Irahel insisted, patting at her hip pouch.
Irahel sighed, and hesitantly pulled a flat crystalline stone from her side pack. She placed it in Dyrmuc's outstretched palm.
"Whatever you're up to, I don't want to know," she stated promptly, and marched towards the bar to order a drink. Might as well blow some time.
"Whatever you're up to, I don't want to know," she stated promptly, and marched towards the bar to order a drink. Might as well blow some time.
Irahel opened the door to Gambits, sweeping the bar with a glare. She held it open for another to enter, and blinked at the sight of one in particular. Number 12.
Irahel clasped her hands together tighter, how she loved her extra two fingers!
"Helyn," She pleaded.
"Helyn," She pleaded.
Irahel glanced at Number Twelve, the look morphing into a glare. What the hell did this guy think he was doing? Was he drunk?
"Helyn, ignore him," She assured the witch, "Important things need discussing."
"Helyn, ignore him," She assured the witch, "Important things need discussing."
Irahel recoiled in the slightest in reaction to Helyn's outburst, but relaxed soon after. Helyn had a temper, yes, but wouldn't take it out on her dearest minion.
"It disappeared, from a stool over there," Irahel explained, gesturing with an elbow towards the bar, choking back laughter. "As for where he went," she sobered at the look on Helyn's face, and shrugged.
"It disappeared, from a stool over there," Irahel explained, gesturing with an elbow towards the bar, choking back laughter. "As for where he went," she sobered at the look on Helyn's face, and shrugged.