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Lauren Shrike

The bad tempered little bird

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a character in “The Path Well-Worn”, originally authored by BiaD, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Lauren Shrike

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GENERAL INFO
Full name: - Lauren Shrike
Alias/Nicknames: - Lar
Gender: - Female
Species/Race: – Human
Nationality: – Unknown
Birth Date: - Unknown
Age: - +\- 18
Zodiac Sign: - Unknown
Descendent(of): - Unknown
Current Residence: - None
Job/Profession: - Hunter/Tracker
Title: - Little bird
Allegiance/Alignment: - Chaotic good

APPEARANCE
Height: - 1,50m
Weight: - 42 kg
Build: - Lauren is really small for a 18 year old, she barely reaches 1,50m she also has short brown hair, her eyes are grey and she is not very voluptuous. But due to the archery training she has a good amount of strength in her upper body, specially her arms. Not that it stops people from confusing her with a 14 year old.
Eye Color: - grey
Hair Color: - brown
Handedness: - right-handed
Skin Shade/Color: - a little bit pale
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: - nonexistent


MENTALITY
Sexuality/Preference: - straight
Relationship/Marital status: - None
Family/relatives: - Unknown
Sanity: - Mostly sane, but has a trauma about abandonment
Friends: - None
Mental Skills: - Really good at navigating trough forests, or at finding tracks. Was taught how to read, but she isn't that great at it. Good at improvising
Likes: - Being outdoors, playing ocarina, hearing people talk, birds
Dislikes: - Being alone, being called small
Hobbies: - Hunting
Personality: – Lauren developed a kind of rude attitude, she gets especially mad when someone calls her tiny, small or little and she has the habit of starting to shoot arrows to whoever says that, most likely because the one person that used to call her that died, and she doesn't think anyone else is worth enough to have the right to call her small or anything similar. But even thought she doesn't show it, she is caring and gets worried a lot. She also doesn't like being alone, due to the fact she was abandoned as a child, so she is used to play her little ocarina in order to get some birds to make her company, but if that doesn't work and she get's left alone she can probably have a breakdown.


EQUIPMENT
Weapons: – Longbow (more like a shortbow for normal sized people) with 15 arrows, small knife she keeps in her right boot for safety
Combat Attire: – Brownish and used shirt, leather pants a grayish hooded cloak, and a pair of boots that reach her knees
Accessories: – None
Miscellaneous: – a little wooden ocarina

FIGHTING STYLE(S)
General/Preferred Style: – Archery
Hand-to-Hand: – She is really bad at hand-to-hand combat, but can stab people with her knife, as long as they don't move much
Weapons Style: – She can either stand and hit targets at great distances, or jump around and dodge as she shots arrows in a closer range, but with less accuracy
Special Abilities: – Has a special move in which she can shot all of her 15 arrows in a matter of seconds, but with little accuracy and in very close range

STYLES OF MAGIC
Chant Magic: - None
Rune Magic: - None
Elemental Magic: - None
Psychic Magic: – None
Conjuring Magic: – None
Enchantment Magic: – None
Space/Time Magic: – None
Arcane Magic: - None

HISTORY
Relationship Status: – single
Family: – Unknown
Known Languages: – English, Basic, rough understanding of elvish
Proficiency(Affinity): – Skinning and leather working, tracking, navigating trough forests and archery
Clans (Family Clan or Otherwise): - None
Personal History/Background: - She was abandoned in a forest when she was 6, but found out by a old hunter. The hunter took care of her as well as he could and told her to call him Daudt. One day she got lost in the forest and got completely frightened. Daudt found her and asked why she was crying. "I was alone again, I thought you had abandoned me." she answered between sobs. "That is not true. Look there is a little Shrike, that little bird kept you company didn't he?" Lauren looked at the little bird and then nodded, not sure about it though. Daudt then said that when he found her she also had a Loggerhead Shrike near her. Then he gave her a little ocarina and said "It looks to me that these little birds are your family, keep this so that you can call them when you fell alone ok?". Lauren received the ocarina and muttered a little thanks, before both of them went back to the hut in which they lived in. When she was 11 she asked if he could teach her how to hunt, so he did. He taught her everything he knew about hunting, navigation and surviving in a forest in general. But Daudt was old, so when Lauren made 15 years he passed away. She got incredibly sad that the only person who cared about her died, so she buried him and left the hut, she couldn't stand being in a place that reminded her so much about her protector. She wandered trough many forests and cities without direction but now she decided it's time to do something. Something meaningful, so that Daudt may be proud of her.

So begins...

Lauren Shrike's Story

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Character Portrait: Thoroark Kelhdrin Character Portrait: Michael Williams Character Portrait: Allan La'car Character Portrait: Zander Carter Character Portrait: Lauren Shrike Character Portrait: Kairon Drest
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Michael nodded at Thoroark's words. Trust was a precious thing, something you wouldn't give a stranger. And if anyone was going to be trusting, it sure wasn't going to be a sorceress. After years of guarding the secrets of their magic from prying eyes, most magicians that Michael had previously met didn't exactly invite him in for tea and muffins. As the noon sun sank in the sky, the merchant laughed when Thororak told him about travelling around at night.

"Well no shit. I've not traveled miles to be eaten by some damned mountain troll. Leaving or not I dare say I'll won't be snatched up in the night like some fool, thank you very much; I'll be staying right here." Shaking his head, the merchant moved to the nearby brush and snapped off dead branches. He was unafraid of another Treant showing it's face, it would have joined the other in the battle. Getting some good sized branches Michael went back to the camp and began to make a sort of nest, attempting to make some kind of cushion between himself and the ground so the cold earth wouldn't steal the heat from him as he slept. Now that'd kill me dead.

Before he could make another trip to further refine the bedding with more branches, the young warrior Allan spoke of some unseen figure behind them. Some kind of tail? The merchant's brow furrowed, the question intrigued him, but he managed to resist the urge to turn around.

"Good job Allan. Question is, what did you see? Could just be another adventurer. Alone could mean he's foolish or powerful. Could be a scavenger, seeing if the Treant did us in. Either way I'd like to find out before nightfall; getting a blade between the ribs wouldn't be good for my beauty sleep. Speaking of behind us, eh Thoroark? "

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"I can't be sure. it was to far away and to dark. I didn't want to risk giving myself away." He kept working at the arrows, not wanting to attract their stalkers attention. "However, anything that feels it can make its way up Willowspeak alone is either extremely cocky, or extremely dangerous. Possibly both, but not as likely." He held up the arrow shaft he'd been working on while they'd been speaking. After a few more slices, it was perfectly straight. He set it aside and started on a new one. "I suggest a small group of two move out west, then loop around behind our stalker. I suggest Lauren and one other who feels they can move quietly in the snow. Speaking of which, where is Lauren?" He looked around the camp frowning, not seeing her.

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#, as written by BiaD
The forest was silent, almost peaceful with the white snow glistering in the moonlight and some of the forest inhabitants peacefully grazing. A group of birds took flight, SWOOSH, and two birds fell in the snow with a loud thud as their dead bodies hit the snow.

"Dammit I only got two." cursed Lauren as she approached the bodies of her prey. "Well, two will have to be enough, I should get back to camp." she thought, so she withdrew the arrows from the two bodies and added them to her quiver, now she only had 8, since she missed one bird, and now was not the time to go looking for a stray arrow. As she started going back to camp she realized that in her hunt she had already made some sort of a circle around the camp, it shouldn't hurt to complete it. So Lauren continued her lap and eventually found the tracks that her group had made, but something was off.

"Something is following us." Lauren whispered, then she started to panic, what if "it" had already attacked the group? What if it had something to do with the crystal that the mage had received that Ark was talking about? Lauren decided she had been away from her friends long enough, she needed to help them. So she started following the extra track, from the snow impressions it was something with feet or boots, but it was hard to tell from the melted snow it weighted about 80 kg and was traveling at medium speed, probably the same as her group, but she could be wrong, some creatures can make very convincing fake tracks.

She was walking slowly, but very silently, she learned that when hunting wolves, so she could be so silent that a wolf wouldn't hear her, the problem was that wolves don't leave feet like marks on the snow. When she noticed a shadowy figure, she hid inside a bush. Lauren didn't knew if the thing was dangerous or not, but it was preferable to be safe than sorry, so she started getting an arrow ready, very slowly.

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#, as written by duramon
Thoroark continued sharpening the blade as he heard of the intruder,The Giant not even blinking an eye as he focused his ears on the surrounding area,picking up only faint noises after the thwack. The Giant nodded to the rest of the group and hoped to himself that Lauren hadn't gotten herself hurt. Willowspeak was even more dangerous at night.

"Right...Okay...Looping around,That might work if it's humanoid...However nothing's ever that simple on Willowspeak. I have a plan B. f you two get your weapons ready,and one of you can make a big fire of some kind, prepare whatever you need quickly and quietly....I'm going try and call whatever it is out,and use the Log as a shield. I'll be able to set it up if I'm pretending to cut it length-ways for fire-wood,and then I'll still have my blade. It's not an uncommon practice in Willowspeak or any of the surrounding villages. So if they're friendly or at least humanoid they shouldn't suspect anything. If it turns out to be something big and nasty,try and light the tree's and we can use the log as a fire-wall,it'll be a big enough flame to tell whatever else is on the mountain we mean business and it'll tell Lauren to hurry back. Then we can deal with it together,if it's friendly it should show up when I call it out." He whispered to the others,still keeping his eyes on his blade and the rock. As if they were simply having a normal conversation about something other then lighting trees on fire. He expected objections,maybe even cries of insanity or something of the like,at least from Michael,but that was why it was a suggestion. He was used to doing this sort of thing,it wouldn't be the first time he lit the mountain-side on fire to escape something deadly,especially when he was younger.

The Giant finally stopped sharpening his blade and inspected it, If Lauren was in the forest,she'd see the fire and either run around to get to them,or take out whatever fled through the darkness....He hoped....He realized a lot of survival on this mountain relied on luck and timing. He was kind of surprised he climbed the peak so many times,especially with all of Aisha's 'safety' precautions...He looked forward to heading back,who knew. Maybe he'd be able to stay there for good this time...He'd been saving coin for awhile now,All he needed was a reason. He instinctively brought out his coin purse and stared at it for awhile,most of his fortune was in that tiny little bag,Thank The Gods Theransted coin was so conveniently valued into Silvers,Golds and the like.

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"You'd burn down the forest around us as part of your battle plan?" The merchant stayed silent and placed his head in his hands, letting out a quiet sigh.

"You know," he looked up again, "when something like that is not the craziest idea you've ever heard, you know you need a vacation. I say go for it, but I think I have a crazier idea. That penny Allan used and those flash rings I made myself; actually, the archer should still have two of them. If you see white flashes in the woods around us you'll know who it is. Anyway, if I enchant some pennies to hold heat maybe I can give them to your sorcerer and he can super heat them and place them around the perimeter. Something big and mean gets near one I can release it and cook 'em. Of course, that'd be up to Zander. I wouldn't trust an enchantment so hastily crafted, but it would scare the hell out of whatever would attack us." Reaching into his pocket Micheal pulled out a few copper coins, something he kept for emergencies.

"Any objections?"

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"That sounds fine by me. Just make sure it doesn't notice." He inspected the arrow shaft he'd been working on. Perfectly straight. He placed it in the pile of finished arrow shafts and reached down, only to find he'd finished the entire pile. He then began cutting the slots for the arrow heads. It took less than ten seconds a shaft. "You'll have to take it up with Zander though. He might be wiped out from clearing us a trail." He stood up, picking up the pile of arrow shafts. "Sounds like you guys got this covered, so I'll be in my tent. Let me know if things get crazy." He grinned and walked off, slipping into his tent.

After lacing up the front of his tent, not to tightly in case he needed to get out quickly, he took of his pauldron and rubbed the paste he'd traded Lauren for. He shivered as he applied it. It was cold as the mountain peak, but it greatly eased the pain. It was warmer in his tent anyway, since it kept out the wind.

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#, as written by duramon
Thoroark stared upwards and pocketed his coin, nodding to Michael whilst still keeping his eyes to the sky. His gargantuan hands wringing together as he thought for a moment. Perhaps however...no such plans were needed, Thoroark smiled for a moment before that smile turned into a frown when he thought of his comrades. The sun was already rising, the world already beginning to lighten so soon.

"Welcome to Willowspeak....It's not just deadly because of the nasties or the cold, no...to climb it you have to deal with near on no sleep or rest. To set up camp at night is dangerous, to rest during the day....that's suicide. Everything can see us now,or at least they will when that sun hit's the Willows Horizon. A fake horizon that is. Magical mountain that this peak decides to be" He explained, standing swiftly and glancing to the tree's,expecting whatever beast that had relied on the shadow's to burst forth. "No objections to your plan Michael but...I don't think we'll have time anymore." He commented,his sword in hand he side-stepped a little and kicked lightly at the tent, hoping to get Allan up and moving as soon as possible despite the draining day.

The giant rubbed at his eyes once more and brought his sword in front of him, at the ready for an attack, chances were it was a troll or something of the like, and that meant having to treat infected wounds already. He just hoped whatever it was went down as quickly as the treant and that Lauren showed up sometime soon.

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#, as written by glmstr
"Oy, boss, do we go for em now?" A young man, no older than his twenties, peeked out from a bush, and towards the group they had been watching. They had counted five, one of them being a massive man, and another being a young girl.
"I want them alive. I'll chop off one of your fingers for every one of them that dies." Another figure spoke, in a deep bass voice that is coarser than sandpaper. The larger figure hoisted his axe over his back, and shambled away, back up the mountain.

Suddenly the younger bandit said in a hushed voice,
"Alright boys, get in position! Boss says we need them alive." He dusted off his clothing, a tattered jacket with various patches of random cloth sewn over the holes.

He cleared his throat, stepped out from behind a tree, and spoke, mainly addressing the largest member of the group (Thoroark)
"Good morning. However, this ain't a good mornin' for ya today. Yer going to come with us all quiet-like, or things might havta get a little rowdy around here. We want ya for ransom and for loot, not to kill ya. Just lay down yer weapons and come with us."
He snapped his fingers with the end of that sentence, and a few dozen bandits appeared from behind and inside trees, around corners, and even in fake rocks. They all were brandishing weapons of some sort: daggers, small axes, clubs, a few even had bows.

"So," The bandit extended his hand out and pointed at Thoroark,
"Are ye willin' to keep yer life and come with us?

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Needless to say, Michael was very much surprised. Surrounded as if by magic, the group of brigands popped up suddenly and without warning. A flicker of self-disappointment came and went for the merchant, but the time for such frivolous emotion was not at hand.

”Unless these folks are going to disagree with you, Thoroark, I do believe this confirms my suspicions of sabotage. I should have took bets while I had the chance.” Looking around slowly Michael counted about forty men, armed and dangerous. But whether or not their courage could hold was another story. That was not something Michael would usually leave up to chance.

”Gentlemen, if I may confer with my group for a moment I may be able to find a amicable solution to your demands.” Bringing his hands up above his shoulders to show he wasn't holding anything, Michael slightly leaned towards Thoroark and tried to keep a smile on his face.

”I could,” he spoke in a hushed tone,”try to convince them to take just me instead and let the rest of you go on with your mission. Depending on how much they ask, you may be able to pay using what's in the cart I came in on. Let's face it, I've spent most of my usefulness on that Treant and I don't believe I've got the constitution for a mountain climb. Plus you don't seem the type to just let me rot in shackles so I feel somewhat safe in that. Should I try or what?”

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He frowned as his tent was kicked and started pulling his gear back on, buckling his pauldron back into place as he heard the voices. Bandits this far up the mountain? Either they had followed the merchant's wagon, or someone had hired them to attack the group specifically. For some reason, he suspected the later. Slowly he lifted the very bottom of the back flap to his tent. Just from where he was, he could see three bandits spread out to surround the group. Well, they were in for quite a rude awakening. They didn't seem to be paying attention to the tent, perhaps not knowing he'd been inside. This was probably going to be his only shot!

He silently drew his sword and unlaced the back flap of his tent... Then he shot out from the tent like an arrow loosed from bow, covering the distance in less than a second. The first bandit died bloody, Allan's sword slicing him open from waist to shoulder, blood flying into the air and freezing as it hit the cold ground. He ran to the next one, but this bandit had time to raise his weapon, though his eyes were wide with shock. Allan charged at the man, but stepped off to the side as the bandit swung his weapon, then leapt through the air whilst slicing, neatly cutting the man's jugular. He landed in the snow and leapt again to the next man, flying nearly ten feet into the air! He kicked his heavily armored feet behind him, the force of that sending him into a sort of midair somersault with a sword attached to it. The bandit blocked, but the force of the blow broke the man's weapon and both of his wrists. Allan's sword kept going, cutting deeply into the man's collar bone and into the ribcage. Allan pulled his weapon out of the lifeless corpse and scanned the immediate area. Lots more bandits. Allan growled with rage and charged at the next bandit, sword at the ready. Allan disliked the idea of killing others, but by no means would he hesitate to send them all to their graves!

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#, as written by duramon
Thoroark grimaced as Allan leaped from the tent, killing the bandit's in a messy manner without half a thought. The giant growled and rushed forward towards his ally reaching his arm out and grabbing the young smith by his throat while he charged. Stopping the fool before he could hurt their chances anymore then he already had with his behavior. The giant instantly sheathed his sword upon his back and flung the boy behind him, utter disregard to where or how he landed. Looking directly at the bandit leader,his fist clenched tightly in anger,how could he have not seen this? He turned back to look at Michael and shook his head once before rolling his shoulders and straightening up.

"We have no chance against so many, They made it up to us and they don't look tired or injured at all, They either came from below or live in the peaks area...They are way out of our league....at least right now. This, is what is called a perfect trap on the peak....There ain't just monsters up here and I should have thought that through before bringing you ALL up here." He said, loud and clear before a stabbing pain filled his head, The giant pawed at his eye for a moment, his arm's tensing up as he fell to his knees. The pain spreading through him so quickly, so rapidly....It felt like an eel was tearing it's way through his body,writhing through his soul and his form couldn't take it. The giant thumped his fist into the ground and then just...fell. Collapsed and unconscious on the ground, a sickly black glow hidden and barely showing from under his eye.

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The black glow from under the giant's eyelid worried Michael immensely, but he wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't planned by the creators of the ambush. Thankfully, the giant still seemed to be breathing. Keeping his hands raised to show he wasn't holding anything, Michael shrugged his shoulders and looked to Allan.

"I don't think that sword will be much use. We can't defend Thoroark and they'll take him and I hostage to make you stop. I think our wizard and archer have thankfully both wandered off, but even if they were here we'd be in trouble."

The merchant tilted his head towards Thoroark and addressed what seemed to be the leader, hoping to be amicable and charm some information from the brigands surrounding them before he was jammed into some cage or prison to wait.

"That'll be from that crystal his employer got in the mail, right? Judging by you asking us to come along quietly, I'm guessing you wanted this group alive. Cursed to disable after being viewed, I'd imagine. Where'd you get it? I want one."