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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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Club 47 Main Floor
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by lostamongtrees
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
"Yes this is a house of booze!" She shouted exasperatedly towards Number 12, then turned wide eyed back towards Helyn. She didn't mean to outburst, but it called for it.
"I'm sorry, madame. Yes. His death must come."
"I'm sorry, madame. Yes. His death must come."
Irahel didn't know Helyn drank. No matter, she listened closely to her prose. Her eyes widened at the mention of the lotus. She had heard of that before! Was Helyn serious? Surely Holutu could do this task...
Irahel watched has Helyn poured her a glass. Permitted to drink on the job, now, eh? She raised a brow, and suppressed a smile.
"That is something I've always wanted to learn," Irahel murmured. Drat! Of course the Witch knew that.
"That is something I've always wanted to learn," Irahel murmured. Drat! Of course the Witch knew that.
Irahel entered the Bar, holding the door open for the woman behind her. She scanned the room with a scowl, not noticing anything rowdy going on. What a relief.
"Hm?" She could tell by her best friend's face that the woman was pissed. She delicately sat in the booth, which was an awkward process for the troll. Once she was seated she took up most of the booth. One of her legs was extended, foot dangling over, and the other foot was planted on the floor. Thankfully, there was enough room for her knee between the table and herself-Wait was Helyn smirking?
"What's on your mind?"
"What's on your mind?"
Irahel shot an inquisitive look at Helyn, what was the woman up to now? She sighed and waved an arm in the air, hailing down a waitress. It appeared they were going to be here for a while, and she might as well have a drink.
"Rocks, please," She was hungry, and kept her eyes on Helyn. The waitress left with their order, but still Irahel watched the witch.
And then her eyes locked with Helyn's, for she had heard the same thing.
And then her eyes locked with Helyn's, for she had heard the same thing.
Irahel slid her leg out to be straight, and hunched up the one that was extended over the seat. She tried to make room for Dyrmuc, but the troll was large. So Tyli was the girls name? She didn't care, and stared off over to two bickerers across the bar. After a moment of listening, she phased out, instead staring at Dyrmuc's ear.
Irahel had caught herself watching the bar scene again as an irritating voiced teen cheekily left the bar. She snorted, and looked towards the young squirrel-girl named Tyli. Oh! Her rocks were here! The waitress set down a bowl of Hot Granite Chunk, and a small pitcher of mead. Perfect! Grabbing up the mead, she poured it over the rocks, picking out the wet granite with her hands and popping them into her mouth.
The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to Worn Path
Irahel stomped up the path, admiring her hands. Oh how glorious were her thumbs! The cool breeze of the afternoon did nothing to disturb her temperature, for her skin was thick like leather. Pausing for a moment, she looked from left to right, eyeballing a medium sized boulder. With another triumphant glance at her thumbs, Irahel made her way to the rock and lowered herself upon it. Ahhh, thumbs!
She was admiring her thumbs still when two things became apparent. The first, she was surely not alone, and the second, someone was smoking nearby. Cigarettes, by the sniff of it...
Breaking sight of her hands, Irahel looked around curious. Voices could be heard somewhere over there, and...What the hell was that? Not common to see bright orange in the middle of nowhere like that, She thought to herself as she peered down the path.
"'Ey?" Irahel called to...whoever. Her voice was deep, as deep as a human males, but still had a slightly feminine touch . Slightly.
Breaking sight of her hands, Irahel looked around curious. Voices could be heard somewhere over there, and...What the hell was that? Not common to see bright orange in the middle of nowhere like that, She thought to herself as she peered down the path.
"'Ey?" Irahel called to...whoever. Her voice was deep, as deep as a human males, but still had a slightly feminine touch . Slightly.
Irahel caught the eyes of the one in orange, oh did he seem menacing. A sideways grin creeped on to her lips as he broke eye contact, he seemed to be caught up on the two approaching strangers... And what was that in his hand?
She decided it to be most wise to remain on her rock, and began scanning the ground for a munch. Perhaps there was a chip of granite, or maybe even volcanic rock! The men seemed not a threat to her, and she seemed as no threat to them...yet. Ohh! Conglomorate suprise! The troll leaned to the side and swooped up a stone, whcih was really a cluster of pebbles held together by...Well, who cares! Popping it into her mouth, she crunched the treat contented.
She decided it to be most wise to remain on her rock, and began scanning the ground for a munch. Perhaps there was a chip of granite, or maybe even volcanic rock! The men seemed not a threat to her, and she seemed as no threat to them...yet. Ohh! Conglomorate suprise! The troll leaned to the side and swooped up a stone, whcih was really a cluster of pebbles held together by...Well, who cares! Popping it into her mouth, she crunched the treat contented.
The setting changes from Worn Path to Gambit's Bar
Irahel entered the bar, completely non-complacent. The owl had requested her presence here, for reasons she had yet to understand. Why she even listened to the ruddy bird was beyond her- Oh yeah, he was her best friend's pet. With a sigh, the troll stomped over to the bar, seating herself next to the owl.
"Evening," Irahel grunted back, her voice deep like a human male's. Situating herself on the too-small-for-a-troll stool, she leaned over the bar and ordered some freshly cut granite.
"Now, what didja want me for, owl?" Her request was in no way polite, and she had meant to make it that way.
"Now, what didja want me for, owl?" Her request was in no way polite, and she had meant to make it that way.
Irahel narrowed her eyes, brows knitting together more than they already were. She flattened her palm on the counter, drumming her fingers.
"Whaddayamean?" She was skeptical of his words.
"Whaddayamean?" She was skeptical of his words.
Irahel watched the owl for a moment, and then realized she wasn't getting a response. Sighing audibly, she fished out a rock chip from the bowl placed before her and popped it into her mouth. Loud crunching could be heard as she consumed the stone, but it didn't seem to bother the owl. Figures.
She then turned her attention to the door, wondering what could possibly be making all that racket. What, did someone lock the door? With an eye roll, she turned her attention back to the bowl of granite. So Dyrmuc was missing. That gargoyle really had a knack for trouble!
In a flat voice, she asked Holutu, "Where was 'e last seen, d'ya know?"
She then turned her attention to the door, wondering what could possibly be making all that racket. What, did someone lock the door? With an eye roll, she turned her attention back to the bowl of granite. So Dyrmuc was missing. That gargoyle really had a knack for trouble!
In a flat voice, she asked Holutu, "Where was 'e last seen, d'ya know?"
"Real helpful," Sarcasm was her deserved response for ambiguity. So he was last seen in the woods, great. That could be practically anywhere. Crunching on the rocks, she tried her best to imagine all the places he could have possibly been. She was just in the woods earlier that day, and hadn't run into him. Figures, Dyrmuc was never one to stick to the beaten path.
Irahel sighed, and retrieved from her pocket a round, flat crystal. It was the communication crystal, and worked as a two way contact between her and her best friend, the Witch. Tapping it once, she placed it on the counter and spoke into it.
"I summon you, Helyn,
To Gambits Bar,
The matter is important,
Er," She always had trouble rhyming, "I hope you're not far."
As her words ceased, the flat crystal began to glow with warm hues. After a couple moments, it turned stark yellow. This caused Irahel to smile, and after a moment, the glow began to rapidly fade.
"I summon you, Helyn,
To Gambits Bar,
The matter is important,
Er," She always had trouble rhyming, "I hope you're not far."
As her words ceased, the flat crystal began to glow with warm hues. After a couple moments, it turned stark yellow. This caused Irahel to smile, and after a moment, the glow began to rapidly fade.