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Elmina Rhoswen Godfry

"From warriors ravens grew red, And with their leader a host attacked." -Taliesin

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a character in “Varnic: The Massacre of the Throne”, as played by BumbleDrop

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Name: Elmina Rhoswen Godfry
Age:21
Gender: Female
Height: 5’4
Weight: 133
Hair Color: medium brown hair that is in low pigtails
Eye Color: Blue-Green
Distinguishing Marks: She has a scar starting from her elbow going up to her shoulder.
Current Occupation: Baker/Sword trainer
Goals: To become one of the greatest Swords Fighter

Personality

Elmina is a spirited young-woman who is bold and sometimes has to bite her tongue. She loves to travel around, seeing new things, but she always seems to return back to her home town. She is truthful, but not to the point where it would seem like she was arrogant. Her bright spirit is an unusual find, as she never seems to let the faults and darkness of the world bring her down, as she seems to be an optimist, and naïve despite her many experiences. In a way, she is living by her own definition of what justice is, because she opposes those she herself deems corrupted in the open and aims to put them in their places.

Equipment

Armor and clothes: Elmina usually trains with a Broadsword, the light weight sword is easy to handle and a lot safer to weild when dealing with her trainees. She usually carries around her Longsword underneath her dark tan hooded cloak. Underneath her cloak she wears a forest green, semi-long sleeve shirt. When in the bakery or just walking around in town she wears a sapphire blue long skirt with black boots. When Elmina is training, at the house, or traveling she wears dark tan pants.

So begins...

Elmina Rhoswen Godfry's Story

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Character Portrait: Doriann Ebonhawke Character Portrait: Elmina Rhoswen Godfry

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It seemed like the hottest and busiest day Popelina’s Bakery had seen in some time. Usually they would only sale around thirty baskets a day and they were now only down to two. Elmina was in the back kneading the dough and placing it on the wooden board, than placing it in the oven. By the time she was finish with making all the extra dough and placing them in the stove oven, the people had dwindled down and her hands felt like they would fall off. She quickly took her hair and wrapped it into a high bun with a piece of leather that was wrapped round her wrist, before walking out to the front of the bakery.

It was awfully quiet, despite the hustle and bustle of the travelers and town’s people. The orphans that usually occupied the front of the bakery at this time were now cuddled into a group on the side of it. Elmina stepped out of the bakery and walked up to the group, smiling softly and knelt down beside them, “What causes current actions? Please reveal tongue and expose reasons.” She asked them. Their eyes shot past her and she turned. There stood a man, a good bit taller than her, who seemed to be homeless and possible a threat to the children. One of the kids tugged at her shirt and looked up, his caramel brown eyes shining with tears, “"Monster spoken by the town stand tall, right?” He whispered. She had seen an Arkarian once. Elmina made a mistake of going too far on a trail to practice her sword fighting, an Arkarian trader was making its way down and if it wasn’t for the thick forest on the side she might have been kidnapped, or worse, killed.

“He is merely without a home, and thus you shall not bother with him. Now, hurry along, bread and milk awaits you lot in the bakery. “If you naught a single coin and your stomach empty, my bread and milk are of no charge.” She said simply before disappearing into the bakery. The kids sat at small table in back corner and chattered about kid things. Elmina placed the bread and milk in front of each kid. If she could keep them all for herself she would in a heartbeat, but for now she did what she could.

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Character Portrait: Doriann Ebonhawke Character Portrait: Pantaleon Katanes Character Portrait: Elmina Rhoswen Godfry

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In truth, Doriann had lost consciousness long before either people even paid the slightest bit of attention to him. His exhaustion far exceeded anything his body had ever experienced before, and as such, it simply had to rest. When he awoke, it was to the smell of baking bread and the sound of some horn of sorts being blown all throughout the town proper. He could not explain it, not in good faith anyway, and a dark haired man limping out of sight seemed to be in a hurry...

"What be this, abandoned on the dirt of the earth?" He wondered aloud, picking up the strange package, which, to his surprise, smelt deceptively wonderful. It reminded him of his old Master's fields to a degree. With naught a shrug, he simply pocketed the poultice, thinking that at the very least, he could sell it off for some extra currency. Maybe he could, if he tried exceptionally hard while here, achieve two of his goals, though that was unlikely to say the least. In all honesty, he was wondering what he really should do, from now until he obtained the means to achieve his dreams. He could not simply keep wondering around, aimless, easy prey. He had to find pay, to proper prepare for the next time he set out. A rumble in his stomach uninterrupted his thoughts, and Doriann nearly lost consciousness once more, struggling to get to his feet and stretch.

"Lords that may be, grant one the strength to endure the world..." The young boy muttered as he walked around to the bakery's only noticeable entrance and looked around. It was quint, to say the least. Small, but Gods, the smell was overwhelmingly mouth watering. With a shake of his weary head, Doriann opened the door and proceeded to walk inside, eyes adjusting to the dimmer light. At first, he saw no one, and them, a woman, with orange hair like fire. He immediately felt his tongue swell in his mouth, nervous beyond comprehension...so he decided it best to not say a think, and awkwardly meander about the shop until approached...

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Character Portrait: Artanis Meridius Character Portrait: Doriann Ebonhawke Character Portrait: Pantaleon Katanes Character Portrait: Elmina Rhoswen Godfry

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Artanis stepped out of his forge to get a catch of fresh air and heard the horns in the distance with drums again but louder this time. Citywatch were scrambling in the streets, with spear and shield in hand, towards the direction the horns and drums are coming from. They were urging everyone to stay inside while further investigation was made at the origins of the approaching horns and drums. When Artanis was a child he heard stories from his father regarding their enemies during the Great Sand Wars that destroyed their old homeland. The beating of drums and rippling bass of the horns were what his father described to him that came before an onslaught of destruction. The memories and words of his dead father sent a chill down his spine.

Quickly stepping back inside the forge, the young blacksmith doned his armor, broad sword, and steel shield and stepped back outside of his forge taking deep breathes. He was experiencing a mixture of heightened emotions of fear and excitement gripping him the most. Everything came together and clicked the moment a massive fiery ball starts flying towards him and over his forge into a butcher’s building and explodes on impact. Screams of horror and fear ripped through the city while Artanis could see more citywatch in larger numbers rush to where the source of the fiery ball came from. He came to the conclusion that something or someone is attacking the city and people were running away from the source of it in panic.

At this point Artanis was moving through the streets towards the source of the attack and noticed a massive dark green skinned humanoid, with patches of scales all over its body, was ripping through citywatch formation lines with a massive morningstar. It wore a breastplate style armor made of darkened steel and the skull of a creature with lots of fangs along the upper jaw and horns protruding upwards. There were several of these dark green skinned creatures smashing city watchmen and moving into the city to attack the civilians and destroy buildings. It was instinct for Artanis to turn and run to help as many people around the city as he can and he knew that there was a baker that often fed children and it was a good place to start.

Moving with the crowd of fleeing Riv’narian citizens, the blacksmith closed the gap between where he originally was and Elmina’s bakery, he stuck his head inside. “The city is burning and under siege. Escape to safer location must be taken while opportunity allows!” he urged to Elmina, the children, Pantaleon and Doriann while outside buildings could be heard exploding from the same attack Artanis witnessed from the distance.

Fear. This emotion was the facial expression Artanis was showing and not before long after he stared into the bakery did the ground below the market area begin to rumble slightly with each explosion. The forge that Artanis was working in earlier had been struck with one of those flaming bolder-like projectiles and parts of the structure and blown all over the nearby area. Taking a look down the market street, Artanis could see more of those large dark green skinned creatures charging through the city smashing everything and everyone in their path. Artanis drew his sword and stepped into the bakery and positioned himself along the wall on the right side of the doorway. The light and smell from the doorway would entice the creature to explore the building. If the others saw Artanis, he would signal them to remain quiet while the inhuman warriors ran past them, however, one of them did stop outside the building he was in. It smelled the bread and sniffed the air while slightly grunting as it approached the building slowly.

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Character Portrait: Artanis Meridius Character Portrait: Doriann Ebonhawke Character Portrait: Elmina Rhoswen Godfry

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It seemed to worry Elmina that the man had not appeared yet, but she was too busy tending to the shop and kids to go back out and check on him. She had just pulled out her armor when finally the man walked in and did an internal sigh. She broke off enough bread to fill him up and then some with some milk and walked over to him. Handing him the food and drink she quietly left to finish up. Elmina was someone who only spoke when she had something to say and right now her words had failed her. The man seemed innocent enough to her that is. The children ate their bread cautiously, their eyes watching his every movement. Elmina let out a small giggle and strapped on her armor and carefully placed her sword on her hip. She never left home without it, not only for her safety, but for these children.

About two years ago the first child, Silas, in the group arrived in front of the bakery skinny and sick. Elmina took him in and cared for him until he was better. Ever since then a few more started showing up and she couldn’t just say no. Now she feeds them every day after the bakery closes.

The screams of the town’s people drew her out of her memories and back to reality. The kids were frozen in fear and huddled together. Elmina was about to step outside when the blacksmith, Artanis poked his head in, warning her of what was happening and to leave. Nodding she hurried to grab as much bread as possible and then ran over to the children, “Perilous events are upon us, obtain this bread and hasten.” She grabbed the smallest child and placed her on her hip and grabbed Silas’ hand. The other children held on to each other’s hands and followed her away from the danger that threatened the town. Elmina looked back and watched as buildings burned down and held back the anger and tears for the sake of the children.

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Character Portrait: Artanis Meridius Character Portrait: Doriann Ebonhawke Character Portrait: Elmina Rhoswen Godfry

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Doriann has barely obtained his precious, wonderful food. For free as well. Milk, and bread. In all honesty, the food was wonderful, better than any he had had in weeks, to say the least. He at voraciously, starving to the point that the sudden ingestion was almost too much for his fatigue and shrunken stomach to stand. He had to choke down the food, and tears as well, or else they would both come to the surface. The screams from outside were lost to him, due to his concentration, however, now more than ever, he was hearing them.

Especially after the armed and armored man stepped into the shout, raising an alarm. He felt fear rise in the back of his throat, replacing the rebellious food. This couldn't be happening. The city was supposed to be his refuge for just a while, and now, fate was once again throwing his ideas out by the wayside in reward for more chaos. He smelled the smoke. He felt the heat. He quickly followed the woman who had fed him, having no other idea of where to go for now. Doriann did not know the geography well enough to find his own way. And even if he did, or even if he wanted to help, how could he? He was weak, unarmored, with nothing but ideas and a notched, nearly broken wood cutter's axe. Useless.

However, these were all back ideas to the current situation. Right now, it was all about survival. Part of him wanted to run past the children, but...he suppressed those thoughts. They did nothing to earn his ire, and he should not take his frustration out on them. No, he was better than that..."Pray tell, to where is this group headed in its haste?"