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Vladimir Rostovii

"In order to gain peace, you must destroy the causes of war..."

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a character in “The Tribes of Imos 2”, originally authored by Weilacca, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Full Name: Vladimir Rostovii
Eventual titles: Lord Rostovii, The blind guardian.
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Tribe: The Earth Tribe
Position in the Tribe: Leader

Negative Traits:
Vengeful
Blunt
Uncaring
Short Anger

Positive Traits:
Understanding
Kind (at times)
Selfless
Vengeful (counts as positive I guess)

Fears: Destruction of the lands
History:
Vladimir was born with a natural deformity in his eyes, where his eyelids were stuck together at random parts, along with making them seem much less human. (Basically it's not a good sight, pun intended). And so, he was forced to wear a blindfold to make it easier for him and others around him. Of course, being 'blind' at such a young age has allowed him to accustom to his disability. He had quickly learned the ability to connect to plant life around him and use them as a way to see. Along with gaining a heightened sense of hearing to allow him to survive.

At the young age of 16, Vladimir had already mastered the arts of sword fighting, despite his blindness, he was considered one of the best sword fighters in the area. Of course, this was all forgotten when he was defeated by his rivals in the Capital of the Earth Tribe. This may have caused a few years of depression for Vladimir, but he had soon come out from this sulking after a few years.
From the age of 18, Vladimir worked hard towards politics and leadership, he had chosen to fight for his tribe through leading instead of the front line. After all, there was no way he would be accepted into the military with the disability...

Finally, after several years of campaigning and giving large speeches, Vladimir was finally accepted into the governing circle of the Tribe at the age of 24. His great abilities in leadership and politics had caught the eye of the past Leader of the tribe. Vladimir had managed to solve the food crisis of the Earth Tribe during the extra long winters, he had saved several villages from destroying themselves or from the invasion of wildlife. Vladimir had even given suggestions on how to discipline the military to allow them to fight more efficiently. However, his suggestions on war and the military was always ignored...

At the age of 29, Vladimir was finally granted leadership over the Earth Tribe. The past leader had died of disease, left over from the last epidemic. The past leader's will contained allowing Vladimir to gain leadership over the tribe. Finally allowing Vladimir's campaigns and goals to begin to be worked on...

Likes:
When things go as planned
Feeling useful/needed
The people of the Earth Tribe
The land and plants

Dislikes:
Men of war
Arrogance
Ignorance
Destruction
Loud noises
Cockiness
Basically everything else.

Dreams/Goals:
To restore the land to it's former glory, to rid the lands of war and enforce peace, to unite all tribes as a whole single nation.

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Unknown
Tattoos/Markings: Nothing of significance
Height: 6'1''
Brief Appearance Description:
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Carrying: (Eventual weapons, herbs, and so on.)
Two scythe-swords. (Basically longswords with the blade of a scythe stretching out from the end of the blades).

Strength/Abilities:
Holds a small understanding on the great healing ability of Earth uses, but refuses to use it until it has been made sure that it's safe.
Very agile and swift.
Can use the surrounding plants and foliage as means to see.
Weakness:
Not that strong, blind.
Depends on plant like to see.

Other:

So begins...

Vladimir Rostovii's Story

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Character Portrait: Anastasia Campbell Character Portrait: General Zaheed Thanos Character Portrait: Cailu Elre Character Portrait: Lord Vinicius Character Portrait: Ara Cilivren Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Bellistrad Indorial Character Portrait: Sholeh Kanaka Character Portrait: Alois Munsee Character Portrait: Nanoka Dene Tha Character Portrait: Vladimir Rostovii Character Portrait: Helina Dynaris Character Portrait: Frosten Character Portrait: Talaya Character Portrait: James Goldsworth
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When Cailu entered the house he had grown up in, the place that now belonged to him, the tribe leaders house. Even if it made him feel uncomfortable to stay there since it felt like it wasn't really his, he still liked it since it made him able to stay with the only family he had left since his younger siblings had decided to travel together to study other techniques and learn more. Because he still had Ara here with him, on the upper floor and when he returned home from meetings he usually always walked up the narrow stairs to knock on her door. He didn't wait for her to open or call out that it was okay to come in because they both knew that it was, so he just opened the door and lowered his head as he walked inside seeing her sit by the small window as she usually did.

"How did it go?" Ara didn't turn her face towards him as she spoke, obviously too mesmerized with the scenery outside to bother with such unnecessary gestures. Cailu could hear how important the question was anyway, he knew it even before it was brought up that it would be the first thing she would speak of.

"I think it turned out fine."

Ara turned her gaze from the window, as did she turn her body towards him. Looking directly at him with a wrinkle between her eyebrows, clearly not satisfied by the answer. But Cailu was happy anyway because she didn't look that worn out at the moment. Even if they were concerned at the moment her eye's still looked lively. "What do you mean?"

With a small smile Cailu stroke the back of his neck, "Well... I didn't really remember what you told me to say so I improvised... But they decided to keep on trading with us so it's good, right?"

Ara blinked a couple of times, confused by what she heard, surprised even, "You improvised? Do you know what problem that may have caused us if you hadn't succeeded?"

"Of course I do, I can think for myself you know."

"This is not about you and your thoughts, this is about you almost making us lose a trading partner."

Cailu quietly looked away, he knew there was nothing that he could say that would make her believe that he could handle the situation by himself. Ever since he had told her about how anxious he had felt about the leader position being put over him, how he felt crushed be the pressure of the expatriations she had been controlling his every move as the leader. Sure, he had appreciated it at first, to get that help, to not feel like he had the whole tribe positioned on his shoulder. Getting more pressed towards the ground by every single day that passed by, but now it felt like it was Ara that pressed him towards the ground more and more by every single thing he had to do. But it was not like he could take that away from her, he knew it was the thing she appreciated the most, to feel needed even when sitting in this room every single day. Even he would try to revolt it wouldn't bring him anything more than perhaps an angry mob chasing him out from the tribe. He knew that if he displeased her so she could easily take the position from him since she had the tribe’s approval and love. She could easily take his place without doing more than just ask their tribesmen to do it for her, she wouldn’t even need to raise up from the chair.

"I'm sorry for forgetting," Cailu walked over to her and lightly picked the flower she had in her out from it just to replace it with a new one, mumbling while doing so, "I'm very sorry."

Ara waved away his hands from her face and shook her head quietly, "Fine. Even if you didn't listen to me you still succeeded and that is all that matters," As soon as she had uttered the sentence her face lightened up by a smile as she leaned back in the chair again, "So now tell me about what happened, who did you meet? How did it look? Oh, Anastasia was with you right?"

Cailu just chuckled slightly at the questions that continued to be sounded be Ara's mouth as he took the second chair in the room and dragged it over to her. When he had placed it beside her before he sat down and started to try to form some sort of answer to the questions that had always been voiced while more continued to come to life.

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It was surprising, overwhelming, a shock.
It had only been a single day since the old man faded away into a lifeless bag of meat, leaving nothing but memories and a piece of paper behind. Of course, curiosity instantly causes the living to see what was written... A will.
The next day, he was dragged into the ceremony. Forced to wear the annoyingly loose ceremonial robes, robes too big to walk in without tripping. Forced to sit in the funny shaped wooden chair cut into a dead tree. Forced to speak some words which approved his new power;
"Uh... I shall continue the legacy of the old man, I shall meet his goals, I shall become the savior and guardian of this tribe. Leading the world into a new age of peace and prosperity. No flags, no lines drawn in the sand, all united. I, Vladimir Rostovii, accepts the position of Tribe leader!"
It was amazing what words he could think up in just a matter of minutes, perhaps this was a side effect of being a natural leader. Or maybe from being quick witted... Probably the latter. The improvised words which was poorly thrown out of the mouth of the new leader drew the masses to break into applause. The words somehow touched them, somehow...
Either way, the blindfolded leader was growing restless and wanted to get out of those damned robes, he looked from left to right at the elders, hoping they would take him away. And they did!

About a week had passed after the strange ceremony, the streets of the tree city of Shadowfen had been cleared of stalls and celebratory decorations. Memories of how drunk the people got and how much fun they had still lingered in the air.
Vladimir, dressed back into his usual black clothing, was sitting in his funny shaped wooden chair, resting his legs on the table pushed in front of him. His left hand lightly touched the petals of a potted flower, his right hand tapping on the armrests.

"... That's about it." He finished his large lecture he was giving the two governors which stood before him.
"I see, this all seems a bit farfetched, sir." One of the two replied,
"I don't care." Vladimir quickly replied, "It will work."
"With what you say, you will probably be killed. Plants don't exist everywhere, you can't always depend on them to see."
"Then I'll carry this potted plant with me." Vladimir gestured to the flower he was lightly touching, then broke into a small laugh which lasted a few seconds, "Trust me, I know what I'm doing."
The two governors bowed to Vladimir, "Would you like us to grab the healer, Helina?"
"Ah, that, yeah might as well... She deserves to know."
With that, the two governors quickly left to fetch the healer, both wishing they could get all of their jobs done in one day so they could slack. Too bad their new leader always had work for the people, not like the past leader who was all laid back. But that didn't matter, Vladimir knew of what he was doing, and was doing it all very well...

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Character Portrait: General Zaheed Thanos Character Portrait: Lord Vinicius Character Portrait: Sholeh Kanaka Character Portrait: Vladimir Rostovii Character Portrait: Helina Dynaris
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Helina Dynaris


“Mr. Forsberj, you have to let me change the bandage or your wound will get infected. Then you'll die.” Although Helina Dynaris was sorely tempted to throw up her hands and leave the old man to his fate, she knew she could never live with herself if she did.

“Good. Get out of my house.” Said 'house' that Mr. Forsberj was referring to was really more of a one room shack that had a bed and a chest. He had moved there when his wife died a couple years ago in order to wallow alone in his misery. He was now laying on his bed with his arms crossed defiantly.

Standing over him with her hands on her hips, Helina glared down at him. “Well, as your healer, I forbid you to die. Now move your hand. And stop drinking!” With his free hand, he had grabbed a bottle of who-knows-what and started to chug it. She snatched it from him and tossed it out the window. “If you weren't drunk every second of the day, you wouldn't have this wound in the first place!” She was there when he had passed out on top of a broken bottle during the celebration of the new tribe leader. She patched him up while he was still unconscious, and a guard had to carry him home.

While he was sputtering in disappointment over the loss of his drink, Helina set about removing his hand from his wounded leg. She had managed to pry it off, but was backhanded in the face. Surprised by the strength in the seemingly frail old man, she actually fell to the floor. Her face stinging, and her hair bun in a mess from the impact, she had had enough.

“You stubborn old man! Do you think your wife would want this? Slapping women around, being constantly drunk, and having a death wish?”

His face consorted in pain as he thought about it, and never answered. Helina's anger evaporated, and her face softened. She stood up and put her hand on his. “No. She would want you to be safe and happy.” He still didn't respond, but he did remove his hand from the wound. Smiling in relief, she set about her work, cleaning it and applying the paste, then wrapping it up in a fresh bandage. As she was finishing up, a knock came at the door.

Knowing Mr. Forsberj never got visitors, Helina frowned in confusion and opened the door. The two guests were the tribe leader's governors.

“Lord Rostovii requires your presence,” one of them said bluntly.

Her eyebrows shot up. Most unexpected. “Uhh, very well. Let me finish up here, and then I will...go to him.” The governors nodded, and left without another word.

She finished dressing the old man's wound and quickly gathered her things. As she was heading out, she received a light swat on the bum from Mr. Forsberj, who winked at her. She laughed in spite of herself, said goodbye. At least he was feeling better.

A few people greeted her as she made her way through the city. Just a quick hello as they went about their daily lives. Being the healer, she knew most of the people in Shadowfen, so she saw a friendly face around every corner. When she arrived at her destination, she remembered that her bun had fallen apart, and her cheeks pinked when she realized that she had just walked through the city with messy hair. She quickly fixed it and stepped inside.

“You summoned me, my lord,?” she said to the new tribe leader.




Sholeh Kanaka


“I'm going to leave you behind!” Sholeh called out to her sister, Serafina, who was lagging behind her. “The ceremony is starting soon, and I'm supposed to be with the military. So move your ass before I leave you, and you have to go with one of your boyfriends.” Sholeh smirked. “Or should I say, clients?”

Serafina just rolled her eyes. “I'm coming.” She picked up her pace slightly, but not enough for her sister. Who groaned.

“Come on! Mom and Dad even made it before you did! And they're old as dirt!”

“Alright, calm down. Look,” Serafina said, pointing ahead, “I can see it from here. Just go!”

Sholeh wasted no time speeding off toward the palace, roughly shoving some people out of the way in order to make it to the group of soldiers marching inside. She quickly slipped into the ranks, but did not go unnoticed. Several of her comrades turned to give her dirty looks for being late. She stuck her tongue out, but otherwise ignored them.

As they walked into the throne room, Sholeh had to resist the urge to whistle in appreciation. It was so much fancier than the little farmstead she had grown up on. She had been inside several times, but it managed to astound her every time. As the soldiers took filed in, she saw that she was lucky enough to get a spot close to the throne. From her position, she would be able to see everything.

More people began to pile in. First the nobles so they would have the better positions. The commoners then came in, and Sholeh shamelessly waved to her family when she saw them bringing up the rear. Beside her, one of her comrades, Kieran, elbowed her in the side.

“Ow!” she protested to him, rubbing her hurt side. She glared at him. “What was that for?”

He gave her a look. “You broke formation.”

She huffed in irritation. “I was just waving to my family.”

“General Zaheed will punish you if you break formation.”

Sholeh looked around the room in an exaggerated manor. “Well, I don't see him! So mind your own business!”

Kieran mumbled something probably offensive, and turned his attention away from her. She didn't stay quiet for long though. “How much longer until it starts?” she asked him.

He growled in annoyance. “When Lord Vinicious arrives.”

A few moments passed. “Do you think he'll be a good leader?” she asked him.

Her comrade looked at her in disgust. “Hold you tongue woman! You tread very close to speaking treason!”

Extremely put off, Sholeh looked away and let the matter drop. She didn't understand why her question was so offensive. She had no idea what kind of leader he was going to be, so it would be natural for her to be curious about it. And it was not like she was suggesting he not be the leader, or anything.

Suddenly, the doors swung open, and revealed Lord Vinicious. She grinned as he passed by, unlike the other soldiers who stayed as serious as always. She saw General Zaheed take his place in front of his troops, and forced down the temptation to stick a tongue out at his back.

'Well,' she thought, 'Lord Vinicious certainty couldn't be a worse leader than his brother would be.

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It had only been a few minutes since the two idiots left the main building. Within this time, the table in which Lord Rostovii's feet were rested on had become cluttered with papers. Notes, maps, statistics, some food, wine, and of course, many potted flowers strategically placed so Vladimir could quickly change positions and still see what was on the table.

Hard work had begun. Vladimir was constantly on the move, circling the table. As time passed, every single piece of paper on the table had become edited. Laws, taxes, jobs, war. The last factor was of great importance, Vladimir had been strategically planning every single move for what would happen in the near future. "Hm... It would be a good idea to contact those guys... Just gaining an open borders contract or even a military alliance would be perfect for this..." Vladimir spoke to himself as he stood back, placing his hand on his chin as the thought. He had instantly lost the ability to see after this, his sight only containing outlines of the scenery around him due to his heightened hearing. Suddenly, his blind image on reality was broken by the unexpected voice of the one he had summoned.

“You summoned me, my lord,?”

Vladimir quickly turned to face the visitor, surprised. The loose ends of his bandaged eyes swiftly swung around with his body. Before speaking, Vladimir fumbled around for a potted flower and picked one up. Holding the pot with his left hand and lightly touching the flower with the other, allowing him to see.
"Ah, Healer. You came." He spoke, his words monotone, his face expressionless.
"I'd like to gain your opinion on things, along with giving you some jobs. You think you could do that?" He asked as he moved around the table, placing the flower back in it's respective place and using another flower on the other end of the table to see.

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Character Portrait: General Zaheed Thanos Character Portrait: Lord Vinicius Character Portrait: Kalagisa Character Portrait: Canowicakte (Good hunter of the forest) Character Portrait: Sholeh Kanaka Character Portrait: Vladimir Rostovii Character Portrait: Helina Dynaris
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Helina Dynaris


"I'd like to gain your opinion on things, along with giving you some jobs. You think you could do that?"

Helina bit her bottom lip as she pondered his words. She of course had no problem giving her opinions, sometimes she had to restrain herself from doing so, but the jobs could potentially be troublesome. She had a few apprentices but, and not that she was bragging, but she was far superior to them, and there were some wounds only she could heal. But she was not about to turn down the tribe leader.

“I will do whatever you ask of me, my lord. Uh, within reason, of course,” she couldn't stop herself from adding. It was true, though. She wasn't about to go frolicking through the streets naked just because he told her to. She saw a chair nearby and automatically went to sit down, but changed her mind in case it would be seen as disrespectful, and settled for placing her hands on the back of it.

She remembered that it was his governors had retrieved her, and a question sprang to her mind. “Is this about the war, my lord? Are there injuries I need to attend to?” It hurt her to know that people getting hurt, or worse, dying in this war, but she knew that it was sometimes necessary. Sometimes children needed to be punished so they'd behave, and she supposed nations were no different. It was just a shame that men were killing men when they should be helping each other survive natural dangers, like disease, deadly animals, and natural disasters.




Sholeh Kanaka


When Lord Vinicious finished his speech, the room exploded with cheers and clapping. The crowds' excitement got to Sholeh, who screamed and clapped, and even jumped and shot sparks from her hands. The joy at having a new leader again after they lost the last one was enormous. Celebrations began immediately, the people mingling, talking and laughing, servants walking by with trays of wine. Sholeh did not hesitate to take a glass of wine in each hand and scurry over to her family, who looked so out of place and uncomfortable. Well, except Serafina, who had snatched a glass of her own and was flirting with some noble man.

“Having fun?” she asked her parents, who looked they were trying to merge with the wall. They shook their heads at her and gave her looks that could only be described as guilty.

“We're sorry dear,” her father said, “We just don't belong here. We're going to go on home now.”

Sholeh was taken aback. “You're not even going to stay long enough to watch me pledge my loyalty to the new tribe leader with the rest of the soldiers?”

“We really are sorry,” her mother said. “If only your brother, Vukan, had been here.” Sholeh watched her parents push through the crowd and the door as fast as they could. Her excitement dampened a little bit, She downed both of her glasses of wine, set them on a nearby table, and went back to stand with the soldiers.




Kala


Kala sat in her hut at the edge of the village, sitting on the floor with her legs crossed and Lnoli napping on her shoulders, communicating with the spirits. Or rather, trying to communicate with the spirits. They weren't being particularly chatty at the moment.

“Spirits, I seek guidance. I seek to know if Lami has your blessing in letting all the livestock loose in the outsider village that tried to steal her spirit animal last week.” Kala went silent, waiting for a sign. When none came, she cried out in frustration, “Spirits, why won't you answer me?”

“Perhaps because you ask them a question every five minutes. Maybe you've them into silence,” she heard Lnoli say.

She snorted. “Perhaps they mistook your snoring for a demon and fled.”

She heard a wheezing sound that knew to be his laugh. “Perhaps,” he allowed.

Suddenly, the wind outside picked up, make a slight whistling sound. Kala grinned and clapped in glee. “Did you hear that, Lnoli? that's a yes! Thank you Spirits.”

“My joy is unrivaled,” the black fox said lazily.

Kala ignored him and posed her next question. “Spirits, will the war between the tribes end soon?” Suddenly, the wind picked up even more, taking off a small piece of her roof. She frowned. “That is not a good sign.”

She gently put Lnoli on the floor, and stepped outside her hut, though with that hole in her roof, she could still see inside. She was unsure whether it was fortunate or unfortunate that the Great Spirits said no often, but she did have the means the fix her roof handy. She carefully climbed up and set about fixing it with grass and paste.

When she was about halfway done, she looked up to see Chief Canowicakte making his way into the village. She called out to him as he passed. “Welcome back, Chief! Did you have luck on your trip?”

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“I will do whatever you ask of me, my lord. Uh, within reason, of course,”
These words instantly grabbed Vladimir's attention, causing his head to quickly snap toward the healer. His hand pulled back from using the flower to see, instantly allowing his vision to fall back to crude outlines of his surroundings via sound. Of course, this allowed him to pay more attention to the sound of his company, the sound which is emitted from the whole of existence. Her heartbeat, the sounds of her footsteps, rustling clothes, gentle hands meeting the chair...

"You can sit if you wish, I just see no point in sitting unless rest is needed..." Vladimir spoke, before listening to the next statement intently.

“Is this about the war, my lord? Are there injuries I need to attend to?”

Vladimir's expressionless face twitched a little, as if trying to smile, "You have a sharp mind." He stated, carefully choosing his footsteps as he maneuvered himself closer to Helina. "I may have gained my power only recently as your leader, but I prefer to be seen as an equal. All lives are of equal value, afterall." He sighed a little, stopping in his tracks as he looked blindly towards the left, not really paying attention to the lack of things he could see (pun not intended).
"I would like to ask your opinion on risking many lives to end this war. I wish to regain peace across the land, the most efficient and quick way I have figured out would indefinitely compromise the lives of our people..." He paused again, moving his attention back to Helina, he began moving again and stopped once he was within arms reach of the healer.
"The job I have for you would be a lot of work. This includes gaining many followers to teach them how to heal others. Of course, those who have gained a considerate healing ability would be sent to the front lines. We simply need more and more healers, more soldiers, more hope..." Vladimir explained as he lowered himself down onto one knee, he then proceeded to place his arm across his knee and bow down to Helina.
"I apologize for any forms of annoyance or inconvenience this has caused. You may decline if you feel as you surely can't."

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Character Portrait: General Zaheed Thanos Character Portrait: Lord Vinicius Character Portrait: Kalagisa Character Portrait: Canowicakte (Good hunter of the forest) Character Portrait: Sholeh Kanaka Character Portrait: Vladimir Rostovii Character Portrait: Helina Dynaris
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Helina Dynaris


"You have a sharp mind," Lord Rostovii said to her. Helina blushed slightly at the compliment, and replied, “Thank you, my lord. I certainly like to think so.” And now it sounded like she was bragging, which made her even more embarrassed.

Lord Rostovii must have sensed her unease, because he moved closer to her and said, "I may have gained my power only recently as your leader, but I prefer to be seen as an equal. All lives are of equal value, afterall."

His words did make her feel more relaxed, and she loosened her body from its stiff posture.

"I would like to ask your opinion on risking many lives to end this war. I wish to regain peace across the land, the most efficient and quick way I have figured out would indefinitely compromise the lives of our people..."

He moved even close to her, and she looked at him straight on, where she would have looked at him in the eyes if she could see them. He continued his speech.

"The job I have for you would be a lot of work. This includes gaining many followers to teach them how to heal others. Of course, those who have gained a considerate healing ability would be sent to the front lines. We simply need more and more healers, more soldiers, more hope..."

Helina frowned in thought. Did she think that risking the lives of soldiers in hopes that they would be able to heal should they incur mortal wounds was worth it? Yes, she absolutely did. If there was a chance for thee soldiers to live long enough to win the war, then it was absolutely worth the risk. Although, it did lean heavily on her teaching skills, for which was up for debate.

The blind man must have taken her frown for rejection, as he proceeded to get down on one knee and bow. "I apologize for any forms of annoyance or inconvenience this has caused. You may decline if you feel as you surely can't."

The gesture put Helina back into a flustered state, as she was not used to such treatment. ”Oh, uh, of course I will do it! Nothing would make me happier! Do you already have people in mind?”





Sholeh Kanaka


Somewhere between leaving the spot where her parents had been and returning the troops, Sholeh had picked up another glass of wine, and was sipping it with one hand and fending off the advances of a comrade with the other.

“Come on, this is a night of celebration! I'm drunk, you're drunk. Spirits are high, and all that. Let's celebrate together!” He tried to cop a feel under her sorry excuse for a top, but she easily batted his hand away.

“One, I'm not drunk,” she said, in a completely steady voice. “I'm only on my third glass of wine, and my limit is in the six or seven range. Two, it is almost unbelievable that your opinion of your manhood is so low that you would bed a woman who not only beats you in hand to hand combat daily, but also one who's fire abilities far exceed your own.”

Her comrade only smirked. “What can I say, I have no pride.” He tried to touch her again, but again she slapped it away.

Just then, Lord Vinicious and General Zaheed made their way over to the troops. Sholeh quickly set her glass on the floor and knelt with the rest of the soldiers. As she was on her knee, she distinctly felt a hand on her rear. She quickly kicked her foot roughly behind her, making contact with a hard body. She was rewarded with pain filled grunt, which made her smile in triumph.

"Who in here is brave enough to challenge Lord Vinicius to a wrestling match? All for good fun of course. Anybody? Anybody with the sheer amount courage and valor?" she heard General Zaheed boom loudly.

Things could not have taken a better turn. A wrestling match was right up her alley. She bolted right up from her kneeling position and pumped a fist in the air. “I challenge him!”

She immediately ran out to the center of the hall and put her hands on hips. “I gladly challenge you to a wrestling match! And please don't insult me by saying you won't fight a girl, because I've taken down most of those men!” She indicated the soldiers by nodding her head to them, then then punched her fist into the palm of her hand for emphasis.




Kala


"Make your way to the Longhouse with the others of your ilk! I will address the Elders and the council!"

With a slightly raised eyebrow, Kala watched the Chief disappear into the Longhouse, then jumped down from the roof. She grabbed the attention of a nearby child. “Ero, go tell the other shamans to meet in the Longhouse.” The boy nodded, and scampered off to do as he was told.

She went back inside her hut to retrieve Lnoli, who seemed to be more alert after his quick nap. “Come on,” she told him. “Chief is calling a council meeting.” She exited her hut and started walking towards the Longhouse, Lnoli pattering beside her. He did not stay quiet for long.

“Its about the lack of food.” It more more a statement than a question, but Kala answered anyway.

“Yes, I suspect that as well. I hope a solution is found, because although I know you don't mind eating insects, I would prefer not to.”

They entered the Longhouse ahead of the other shamans, and Kala took a seat as far away from the rest of the tribe as she could, Lnoli curled up on her lap. Its not that she disliked her tribe, quite the opposite, but sometimes they were uneasy around her, so she found it much easier to just keep her distance. It wasn't long before the other shamans had shuffled in around her, and the meeting began.

The Chief addressed the issues of lack of resources like she thought he would. When he mentioned a diplomat going to the Air and Earth Tribes, she became excited. She had been hoping to get out of the village and see the world a bit, and here was the opportunity offered to her on a silver platter. She quickly stood up and said, “It would be my honor, Chief, to be said diplomat to the Air and Earth Tribes. I promise I will broker peace and come back with what this tribe needs to endure.”

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Vladimir could not see any of the flustering which Helina was experiencing, he wasn't in contact with any plants. But that didn't matter, her following words was enough tallow him to rise from his bow. His face still emotionless. After facing Helina for a few moments, Vladimir turned away and headed back to the table, placing his hand on one of the flowers to see again.

”Oh, uh, of course I will do it! Nothing would make me happier! Do you already have people in mind?”

After being able to see, he faced Helina once again. He could easily see her without turning around, but this was more professional and proper. "I do have a few people in mind. The rest of the front line soldiers will be rallying at the western gate tomorrow for dispatch. I want you to pick out any soldiers which you see capable for learning simple healing abilities. Along with that, I want you to pick out any worthy people from the city. We need all the healers we can get." He paused a little, taking into consideration Helina's feelings, "Of course, don't push yourself..."

Vladimir's plan was very dangerous. And of course it would involve a lot of casualties, with what he wants to happen, healers will definitely be needed. With Helina holding the best healing abilities in the tribe, she is a very important person to him. "Don't worry, you won't be sent to the frontlines. You're indispensable. I'm gonna have you assigned to the support lines, alongside me."

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Helina Dynaris


"I do have a few people in mind. The rest of the front line soldiers will be rallying at the western gate tomorrow for dispatch. I want you to pick out any soldiers which you see capable for learning simple healing abilities. Along with that, I want you to pick out any worthy people from the city. We need all the healers we can get. Don't worry, you won't be sent to the frontlines. You're indispensable. I'm gonna have you assigned to the support lines, alongside me."

That was a relief. Helina doubted she could last five minutes on the battlefield. She was neither strong physically, nor in her abilities of earth manipulation that didn't involve healing. None of her fellow tribesmen who came to mind for healers could do it, either, or they would have already joined the army. But the Earth Tribe army was nothing to be scoffed at, so she wasn't concerned on that front.

She smiled widely and her face lit up when he said she was indispensable. The people were always, well mostly, grateful for her work, she would even sometimes receive gifts as a thanks, but she had never been described as indispensable before, and especially not by someone with as high a station as Vladimir.

“Do you also wish to learning the art of healing, my lord? I don't have any other appointments today,” she said. “I would like to start immediately teaching you and the soldiers if that is alright with you. I can send my apprentices to teach some basics to some civilians.”