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Ziara

Ziara is a talking winged tigress, a member of the Galimeta tiger clan who serve the forest guardian.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by ncfwhitetigress

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The Galimeta are a race of talking winged tigers who serve the forest guardian of the Bez Daha Trees of Ellaria, their native forest home.

Description

NAME: Ziara

GENDER: Female

APPROXIMATE AGE: 4

SPECIES: Tiger

NATIONALITY: Gaian

RACE: Galimeta

ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good.

A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. She is devoted to helping others. She works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against order.

PERSONALITY:

Coming soon!

APPEARANCE:

Ziara is a young tigress with striped feathered wings and bright blue eyes. She weighs in at 150 pounds, her body stretching 8 feet in length nose-to-tail. Her wingspan is an impressive 20 feet.

STRENGTHS:

Coming soon!

WEAKNESSES:

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HISTORY:

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So begins...

Ziara's Story

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Another Ellyrian roe buck had died mysteriously. The corpse lay all alone and with no obvious signs of injury in a small forest clearing. This one was even smaller and skinnier than most, which could either be a sign of immaturity or of ill health. It was hard to say from mere visual cues. Big, healthy game were becoming scarcer by the day, or so it seemed. Ziara's olfactory senses were of little help in determining the source of the creature's demise. Indeed, it had to be a radical new disease of some kind, but she could not identify it. It was almost as if the animal's spirit had just up and left the body for no earthly reason at all. The tigress stretched out one of her striped wings and used the tip to close the creature's lifeless eyes respectfully. "By Gaia's grace may you rest in peace. For reasons of caution, I cannot honor you with consumption of your flesh. Please forgive me and my kindred. If this has happened to you, we have failed to do the duties given us by the carnassial goddess," she spoke in an almost ceremonial chant. Ziara bowed her head woefully and turned northward to continue her patrol of the territory. She knew she was going to have to report the death to the local forest guardian, who was already troubled enough by a recent series of events that had begun to plague the woodland. Strange weather, disappearing game, and invasive vegetation, among other signs, pointed to trouble on the horizon. What was the source of these misfortunes and how could Ziara and the other forest keepers even hope to combat them? Ziara did not know, but she was willing to do whatever it took to find out.

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The great shadow over the growing mountains to the north shifted in a way ever so peculiar. The trees cried out for any that would hear. The sky opened and a benben descended into the Quaking Oaks.

The setting changes from Bez Daha Trees to Weargtooth Mountains

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#, as written by Sigurd
Thunder and lightning...

The skies were furious with their display of lights and shadows. Down below, the mountains trembled with the clammering of thunder and lightning. The misty rainbow which formed over the waterfall at Kadota Peaks had disappeared, though the river still flowed. Deep within the rockface, inside the Weargtooth Mountains, another presence was felt. The chaos and loud bellowing of the mountains had disturbed Asvith Thrym from his slumber. The enormous frost jotunn had been sleeping for centuries, appearing to those around him as just another snowcapped mountain. But as one of the large rock formations began to move, soon the mountain was turned sideways as Asvith Thrym lifted his head to sit up and open his giant eyes for the first time in eons.

Asvith yawned deeply, the sound carrying for miles over the mountain tops, echoing throughout the many nearby lands of Ellaria where they could be felt from across the sea. His breath was like a cold blizzard, his mouth as wide as a gaping cave, his eyes as large and icey as Gaia's moons. He had a forest of trees for hair, large giant roots dangling from his rocky hands and feet, and a long frozen white beard formed from the centuries of ice and snow. Asvith Thrym was a giant among giants, an enemy of Asgard since the days of old, banished to Gaia at a time that had long since been forgotten. As he sat up slowly, his massive head stood at eye level with the surrounding mountains. Even now, sitting down, the jotunn was mighty and terrifying to behold.

He would slowly rub his eyelids and look around as small boulders, rocks and earth fell from his head and shoulders like dandruff, smashing and crushing the ground below. The massive rock giant was too large to notice the elves and dragons, and other creatures in his vicinity. Confused and still waking up, Asvith was incredibly slow but incredibly mighty, an echo of legendary gods from ancient times. He would briefly swat at a large dragon as it circled around his head and soared above the sky into the clouds, as if shewing away a common gnat or mosquito. But just like a mosquito, the dragon was much faster and likely able to dodge his enormous hand with relative ease as it soared past him and disappeared.

Taking a moment to gather his strength, Asvith looked down at the settlements below. Noticing a rather large redwood tree sticking out of the forest, he reached over and plucked it from the ground by its roots, as if picking a small piece of broccoli from a salad. The tree itself was enormous, over a hundred feet tall and as wide as a house. But the jotunn would bring the leafy substance to his lips and bite down on it with his sharp jagged rocky teeth, snapping branches and crushing the tree in half with one big crunch. He then chewed the sustenance slowly, the sound of grinding rocks and wood carrying over the forest below until he had devoured the whole tree. Afterwards, he would slowly turn over and bring himself up to his hands and knees before pushing himself to his feet. As he stood up, his silhouette could be seen from miles and miles away, his frame now larger than even the highest mountains as he stood with his head in the clouds.

Asvith Thrym had awakened...