Alaylyne
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Guess who's finally done with the finals! :D
I've got certainly about 150+ pages of RP to read, so I'll be posting in a day or two, need to read all that XD Also need to find my chara sheets, it's been a while :')
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I'm really sad to see this RP go dead, as well, I was looking forward to RP-ing evuul Fletcher. And the reason I wasn't posting was because Al's waiting for Ruth to meet her at the docks and Flefy's...well, being Fletcher. I still want to keep the RP alive D:
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I'm going away - again! Anyways, going to Greece for a bit more than a week as a part of a school trip on Monday so probably won't be able to post anything tomorrow due to packing. You guys have fun while I'm gone :)
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The ginger arrived at the docks, surprised to see them lacking the redhead woman whose crew she joined. She wasn't completely sure about the whole becoming-a-pirate plan, but right now it was the best way to get two things she needed: to get out of Kirkwall and get some money. Starting to think the captain'd already set sail and left without her, the elf clenched her backpack tightly, leaning on her staff as she tried to seem normal and stay out of sight. Damn it, she even gave the captain her name in that letter and acted all friendly to try to get her to agree on taking her as a memeber of her crew. If the captain does show up eventually, she'll have to ask her not to address her with her name. Elf, knife-ear, healer, whichever, she didn't care, just as long as she didn't call her Alaila.
Thinking about her poor herbs closed in jars, the woman leaned against the nearest wall with a sigh, looking down the street in hope of spotting the readhead.
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Fletcher woke up in the morning to find the two girls from last night still lying in his bed, sleeping. Waking them up when he moved the thin blanket to half-reveal their bodies, he got up out of bed and pulled on his pants, throwing a bored look towards the girls. The blonde one with quite the assets was followed his example and picked her dress from the floor, throwing a few more glances in the man's direction. He may have been at least 10 years older than both her and her brunette friend, but the number of scars he had backed up his experience and the lacking loss of mobility.
"Come on, Sarah, up you go." The blonde woke up her still sleeping friend and threw her dress on her while she searched for her shoes, resisting the urge to throw them on her dumb friend, as well.
Despite having the reputation of a blonde, she wasn't the dumb one here. He was a mercenary of some sort and had quite a reputation in the inn, since all the employees knew better than to provoke him, including the old and ill-tempered bartender. And he was that kind of man that wanted to be left alone after he got what he wanted.
"Sarah, come on. You really are the dumbest of them all, not to mention the slowest." The brunette finally got out of bed and dressed up, being dragged away by her blonde friend who was still eying the Anders when she tried to say something to him.
Fletcher patiently waited for the two women to leave, glad the blonde had enough brain not to let her friend speak with him. He may have been in a good mood and interested in the job he was about to get, but he never did have patience to speak to women without slitting their throat after becoming bored and/or frustrated. So when the women left, the assassin let Ouray in, knowing the hawk prefered to stay outside during the night and never leave his side during the day.
The Anders got another message from his employer and was about to head out today, to the old meeting spot. If this job was paid so well, there also was a catch as large as the sum he will be paid once the job is finished. So hiring a few mercenaries to serve as cannon fodder would be a good idea, since they'll all die, one way or the other, so paying them won't actually be necessary. But that can wait...details, first.
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The ginger elf looked over the empty and deserted house which looked like no one's been in it for days except for some plants sitting in every corner. She knew her loved flowers and plants will die while she's away, but bringing them all with her really wasn't a choice. Her backpack contained a few packs of berries, a large collection of healing herbs, a knife, a little hand shovel, some thread for tying the herbs when she was drying them, mortar and pestle and a few glass jars for when they were again on the land, so she could refreshen her supplies.
After a few seconds of trying to make up her mind and pacing forward and back, the elf took out three jars out of the backpack and filled them with earth, leaving 2/3 of the jar empty. She then proceeded to plant the most vital herbs in the jars and closed the jars, piercing holes in the lid of the jars so the herbs could breathe. Statisfied she could at least bring that little of her plants, she put the jars carefully in the backpack, again making sure she took everything she needed.
In addition to her first aid kit composed of herbs, both fresh and dried, the woman filled the remaining empty space of the backpack with clothes, mainly ones for summer, a woolen sweater, few pieces of fabric should anything get torn, a needle and thread, another pack of berries though the ship should have its own supplies and tied the backpack, making sure it was as tight as it gets without crushing the glass jars.
It was about everything she needed to survive out there in the wilds, since the forest provided for those who knew what to search for. After hanging the backpack on her shoulders, the ginger also hanged a waterskin with fresh water around her, put the dagger on her belt and took her mage staff which looked like a nicely crafted walking staff. It was hot outside, but she still put on her cloak with a hood on, leaving her face exposed while she was still in town. A hooded elf would only attract more attention to herself, and attention wasn't something she needed.
Throwing one last look at her childhood home, Alaila walked out and closed the doors, knowing she won't ever return, with her mother or without. There wasn't anything in Kirkwall holding her back, not anymore. And if she got some money from that treasure hunt, she could...hire someone to track her mother, a ranger or a...but that would have to wait. After all, who is to say she'll even survive the whole treasure hunt?
Quietly with a firm step, the elf slowly started making her way out of the Alienage and towards the docks, avoiding meeting anyone's eyes. Few of the elves threw a curious look in her direction, but stopped paying attention to her after a while, already used to the ginger woman sneaking out of the city to look for herbs.
And so she left the Alienage the same way she returned just a few days before, without anyone noticing her arrival and departure.
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Posting it here, as well, just to be sure. I'm going away for a week on a vacation, so you won't be hearing from me. Anyways, Steffi knows what to do with Al since I sent her a message and Fletcher will be on hold for now since he's waiting for something anyway. Have fun, guys! :biggrin:
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Hey guys, just a little update from me...I'm going on a vacation tomorrow (which I found out today...gotta love my family) to the seaside and I'll be without internet connection for about a week, maybe a bit more. Anyways, Mythic gets Sefris and Neth can have Ane or have her follow around like a robot. Don't have too much fun without me ;D
And ouch. Almost lost my laptop to overheating, as well >_<
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Anemone followed Othos with Avira on her shoulder to the inn, immediately smiling at the sight. It's not been long since she last was in such a jolly atmosphere, but it was long enough for her to forget the feeling. Careful not to step on anybody, the genasi eventually made her way to a table that looked at least relatively clean, deciding it would be for the best not to order anything. The raven landed next to the woman and sat on the table, still seemingly grumpy because she was a bit wet from the rain.
"Everybody seems to be having a blast." Ane said cheerfully to Othos, glancing in the genasi's direction as she took off her hat and put it next to the bird.
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Sefris glanced irritatedly at the orc, clapping in an overly dramatic manner.
"My, my, an orc with a sense of humor. I thought they usually died young. It is not a surprise for one such as you, one focused so much on being a barbarian and chopping his way with an axe, to underestimate arcane power and those skilled in it such as I." the fey-ri replied poisonously, scoffing silently.
She did feel like tearing someone's head off after the little 'chat' with their newest member, but fighting an orc? Ugh. She wouldn't be able to get the smell out of her clothes for days.
"Mind over matter." the half-demoness added before continuing to walk down the hall, opening the first doors on the left. Empty, too small and pathetic-looking. She closed the doors a few seconds later, not considering such a room fit for her needs.
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Seeing how quick the woman was to recruit people she didn't know anything about, Alaila suspected there would be no troubles joining her crew. She wasn't without her skills and a healer - an herbalist, that is; she won't give away her magical abilities - is a practical person to have around, especially on a ship. She just needed to approach her when she was alone, there were far too many people around. Not to mention that templar. For now, she was just an elf quietly enjoying her tea.
Eventually the older bartender she was waiting for appeared and the ginger gave him the conconctions along with a few herbs and payed for her drink from the money he gave her, finishing it in one sip. She had a plan and work to do. How to get out of this city without attraction anybody's attention. It will require some risk, but being away from the templars on a ship is not a high price to pay.Neatly setting the mug down on the counter, the elf picked up her now empty basket and exited the tavern, heading back to her house.
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Few hours later, as arranged, the man was sitting in a small tavern in the very corner of the room, hood over most of his face and smoking a pipe. The hawk was sternly placed next to his master on a chair, not minding the smoke as his sharp eye watched everyone who dared pass too close by. A few minutes after sitting down, a young waitress soon made her way to the man's table, bringing him his drink.
"Your ale, sir. And a message."
The ranger paid no attention to the woman which simply left after gathering the coin he'd prepared on the table, reaching for the message first, unwrapping the little paper:
"I was not disappointed by your little show, Wolf. It's what they called you back in the Anderfels, right? You needn't persume hostility towards me just because poked around first. But I see you are as ruthless as the rumors say, and I can say I'm glad. The money will be waiting for you at the regular checkpoint, and I have a new job, if you're interested. I am willing to pay whichever sum you deem satisfying should you be able to accomplish this little job for me. It doesn't involve assassination, but retrieving a precious little something. Should anyone stand in your way, you're the best in disposing unwanted company. Should you be interested, I will find you at the same spot when I first contracted you within five days."
The Anders crumpled the message and put it in his pipe, burning the paper. Whichever sum, hmm? Now that must be something really big the contracter wants. No doubt there will be people after it, as well. But the hunt only made it much more interesting. He eventually decided to stay at the tavern for a few days, paying the whole sum in advance before taking the key and making his way upstairs.
His daggers can't ever be too sharp, after all.
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Sefris looked up when she heard Hexxol addressing her, one of her brows twitching in irritation. What did that orc want? Then again...having a potential ally couldn't hurt. She wasn't stupid to think of betraying Ravenna, but should she find herself in a tight situation...The orc seemed much easier to manipulate and not to mention a better ally than that undead filth.
"Orc. Spare me the ungeniune pleasantries." she scoffed, trying to behave. Potential ally, remember? Then again, compared to what she usually did to people, this was her best behaviour.
"I do not follow. I lead." The fey'ri added, crossing her arms on her chest. "Is there anything specific you want?"
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Anemone let out a sound somewhat similar to squeaking when it started to rain, laughing at the same time. Holding her hat tightly in her hands to stop the wind from blowing it away, she nodded in acknowledgement when Othos suggested going inside or at least somewhere drier. She bore no ill will towards the rain or the water element, but she didn't really like when it was present in this large of amount. Water below them, water around them, water falling down on them.
"Avira! Come on!" the genasi called the raven which seemed to be cawing at the rain, trying to avoid rain drops without much success. Once the raven was on her shoulder, the woman started running towards the door, looking around to see if Othos was following.
Getting soaking wet wasn't on today's agenda.
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I've been kind of away, sorry about that. Will post both here and in the Dragon Age RP a bit later today.
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Court mage! :biggrin: (who is secretly plotting against the queen :devil: )
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Sefris had marched off in the opposite direction of the two women, still throwing a poisonous glance in the vampire's direction until they disappeared. Gods, she can't remember when was the last time she wanted to tear someone apart so badly. The fey'ri barely glanced at the orc, only huffing when she noticed him. Well...maybe she can turn him against the vampire...that would be quite a show. But for now, she needed to adjust her chambers to her liking.
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Anemone smiled at Othos, knowing all too well what he means.
"It's like....all my senses are three times stronger during the storm. Just the feeling of such power in the wind gives me goosebumps." As her back was turned to the wind, the genasi's dark blue hair was flying towards the other genasi and partially covered her hair, which she tried to stop - with no success, of course. After a while she took off her hat so it wouldn't fly away and left the locks of her hair fly freely, giving up.
"This may sound strange, but I can't remember ever seeing another genasi. Not an air one, at least. I find myself highly curious when it comes to you, if that doesn't bother you." the woman chuckled, glancing at the see and the waves that clashed against each other like giants.
"Tell me about yourself; if I may inquire. Have you met a lot of other genasi?"
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"I suggest you watch your tongue, should you wish to keep it, you ignorant filth." The fey'ri hissed at the vampire when she heard her reply, taking another step towards her. After a long glare aimed in Quarylene's direction, the half-demoness scoffed and turn her back on the vampire, walking away in a don't-know-you-don't-care kind of an attitude.
Fine. Ravenna can do what she wishes, why wouldn't she take a vampire servant after having an army of filthy orcs? Gods. So she'll let the witch have her new shiny toy, but the sorceress herself would behead that little b&@*$ should she try to do something that doesn't suit her.
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Avira cawed at the genasi who offered her a hand, pretending to be offended by turned her back on him.
Anemone turned once she heard Othos' voice, not having noticed him before. She held her hand on her hat, since the wind was threatening to blow it away as she stood up, walking over to the other genasi and the raven.
"Seeing how she hasn't plucked your eyes out, I take it she likes you." Ane said as she petted Avira, to which the raven replied by biting the genasi's fingers lightly. The woman smiled and shooed the raven who only cawed at her, remaining on her place.
"Dinner?" she asked, looking at the pirate who came to bring the invitations. "Would you tell the captain I will pass, please? It is a rare opportunity for me to be on a ship when a storm is coming."
Anemone watched the pirate leave to bring the news to the captain, looking back at Othos once he was gone.
"You are here to enjoy the storm as well, I pressume?" the genasi asked with a smile, leaning against the railing, much to Avira's displeasure.
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Luckily for Sefris who wasn't as skilled in walking in heels as Ravenna was, the fey'ri avoided falling by simply flying a few centimeters above the ground with her large wings she once again released. The sight of the large fortress made the half-demoness smile - it's been a while since she's been in a building like that, after all. As Ravenna had her monologue with the flower, Sefris stood - or rather floated - next to her without a word, silently observing the little show. If needed, she could always torch the whole ground to give it more of a...homely atmosphere.
Once they were inside, the fey'ri now descended on the ground, but left her wings out in case she needed to avoid something again. The fortress truly was magnificent and just a place she imagined Ravenna in. The cold wasn't something she personally liked, preferring the chambers she resided in to be as hot as the hells, but it would do. The demoness can always adjust her room to her liking.
The appearance of the drow-vampire earned her a slight frown, staying silent at first as she talked to the witch. Ravenna actually knew her? And what is this about being dead and coming back to life? Ah, idiotic drow customs. When the vampire asked for Ravenna aid in return for hers, the fey'ri was somewhat alarmed, stepping before the newcomer while her heels angrily echoed across the main hall.
There was no need to hide her true nature here, as much as she liked fooling mortals, this one can't be fooled as easily. Her four fangs were visible when she spoke, her black claws irritatedly tapping against her corset and scales covered her skin - what could be seen from the clothing, of course.
"Are you seriously considering this...undead's request?" She asked the witch, glancing at the woman once again. "Vampires are not to be trusted - she'll betray us the first time she has a chance if staying involved endangering her existance."
Vampires may be fearless and feared creatures, but the sorceress stood proudly, not afraid of her. She's dealt with them before...she knew her weaknesses. Also, more competition? Tsk, tsk, she couldn't allow that.
"Test her. Why should we trust her? Or at least leave her coffin in your care, where you can easily reach and destroy it."
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"Were you truly surprised?" the fey'ri asked, crossing her legs as she leaned back. "She's a goddess. Gods are the ultimate manifestation of selfishness, greed and all the other sins they claim the mortals have. Revenge, though, is something we're better at." Sefris replied with a smile, looking at the witch. To hurt a goddess? Now that would be something far more interesting than just fighting that group of Doomguide's nuisances.
"We are close to out destination now, no?"
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Alaila looked oddly at the elf that entered the inn and started buying drinks for everyone. Way not to draw attention to himself. She also saw a Templar walk in, but he got no reaction from the ginger. She's seen so many Templars in the last few days she stopped paying attention to them. The first time she saw one, the elf nearly jumped out of her skin. It, by no means, meant she shouldn't be careful - she only learned how to act casually around them.
And on the other hand, why would any Templar even look at her? She wore commoner clothes and no other weapon other than a dagger around her belt, a basket with herbs next to her. If knowledge of herbs branded one as a mage, the Templars were really getting desperate. Knowing she'll have to wait at least another 20 minutes for the other bartender to appear, the ginger ordered a cup of tea, listening to the other people talk. What other was she supposed to do?
So there was a ship, a woman looking for a crew, something about treasure...? Among other things. Hmmmm. Maybe she'll ask around more about it later, once there weren't so many people around.
Woah, that escalated quickly. The ginger only shifted a bit away from the direction the elf was fighting the sailors, not looking away until she made sure a mug or any other piece of...anything, really, won't fly towards her. A pirate, hmm? They would smuggle an elf out of the ship - if payed, of course.
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It didn't took him long to find the noble's home and slaughter his way inside, getting rid of the guards before they even knew someone was there. It was always the same thing - if they saw him coming, they knew they'd be dead within seconds. If they didn't - they may as well be dead without noticing yet.
He had originally planned to kill the girl first, but a better idea tickled him mind. The woman was killed while the girl watched, tied to a chair in her own room with all the toys and other things their parents had bought her to spoil her, crying and screaming and rocking on the chair as she tried to get to her mother's - now lifeless - body. He could have killed her, but no...that would be too simple. So the Anders tied the girl to her mother's corpse, making her look at the mutilated face of a woman whom she once called 'mother'.
He left her there, knowing they won't find her for at least a few days. The noble's estate was small, insignificant, and away from the main roads. Perhaps some cousins or friends would pass by to see why the family hasn't sent any letters, but even if she was alive at that point, she'll wish she was dead. It was too bad he won't be able to see in what kind of a state she will be within the next few days. The stages of maddness were always so amusing to watch.
"Time to pick up the payment." The assassing said to the hawk sitting on his shoulder, putting his green hood back on. No giveaways, no evidence, no witnesses. He left the same way he came, silently and without a trace, disappearing into the forest.
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Well, on the bright side, Fletcher is a Templar-supporter. On the other side, he's a crazy psychotic killer |D
From Tristan and Isolde, of course. Pfff, like anybody reads that thing they call a book. -
"I bear no love towards any of the gods, aside for certain liking for Shar, but what has the goddess of beauty," the fey'ri started in a rather ironic voice after Ravenna finished her mad cackling that earned the witch a subtle eye roll from the half-demoness, "done to make you bear such ill will towards her? I do not think you've ever shared that little story with me."
She was interested in what would, exactly, take to turn one into a creature so twisted and evil. It seemed to be natural for Sefris, but not for the most of the humans, 'twould seem so.
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Anemone didn't notice the other genasi joining her at the front of the ship, looking at the waves. The way they crashed against each other and against the ship looked like a battle of giants, and they were sailing across them. One would overpower the other, but would be overpowered itself in the next second. The genasi chuckled as she observed, imagining one giant tripping as he tried to hit another. Now that would be an amusing sight.
Avira, on the other hand, wasn't so thrilled by the waves and wind that was getting stronger with every second, so the raven flew over to the railing, next to Othos. The bird tilted her head a bit at the other genasi, studying him as much as a bird could study anything. Being grumpy as she was, Avira usually didn't like other people, but she seemed to be drawn by genasi, so Othos' presence was could be tolerated.
The bird cawed at the planetouched, earning a chuckle from her genasi companion.
"Don't bug the sailors, Avira," Anemone called to the bird without turning around, "Even you couldn't fly forever if the ship was to sink."
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Thomas! :wub: :biggrin:
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"As hospitable as always, my dear Ravenna." Sefris added with an amused snort, entering the carriage after the witch. She returned to her elven appearance once she was inside, knowing she won't need to kill anyone while they're driving....unfortunately.
"What is the plan now?" she asked the woman after the carriage started moving, glancing at the witch between looking out of the window and at her dress.
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Anemone was glad the fighting ceased, for she truly disliked killing and hurting people - it was her job to offer help wherever she could. And not to mention working together sounded much better than trying to kill each other. The genasi glanced at the raven that was sitting on their former ship with her hat, but the bird was nowhere to be found. She didn't lose them, did she?
Caw!
The plantouched smiled at the sight of the grumpy old bird sitting on their - now new - ship, on top of her hat.
"Good grumpy bird!" She cooed to the raven, moving to where she sat with her hat. "Now be an even better grumpy and give me back my hat, please."
Caaaw!
"Oh pretty please, Avira, I did not mean to say you're grumpy, gods forgive. Can I have my hat back now, please?" The raven eventually gave up and let the genasi have her hat, to which the woman smiled victoriously. "Such a cute, grumpy bird you are."
Anticipating the coming storm, the genasi made her way to the beak head, as close as she could without being in danger of falling down, and sat down, enjoying the wind. She loved the smell of salt it carried with it, giving her solace even in a situation like this. Nobody seemed to need her poor healing skills, so perhaps she could enjoy these moments. The idea of speaking with Othos a bit later seemed interesting, but the place was too good for her to move.
The woman sighed dreamily, looking at the sky. A storm, indeed.
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With a sigh, the elf pushed herself away from the wall she was leaning on and emptied her basket, spending some time tending to the newly gathered herbs. It took her a few minutes to leave those that had to be dried in the sun next to the little window, while those that were to be used fresh were put in a jar according to their category.
She still had to deliver a package of herbs to a certain bartender to help him deal with hangovers. The woman picked herbs both from her collection of jars and those that were left to dry in the sun a few days ago, putting them all together in a larger jar she then put back in her - now empty - basket. She's been earning a few silvers by selling herbs and acting as an herbalist in the city, simply so she'd be able to buy what she couldn't catch in the wilds.
Again with the basket under her arm the elf departed, throwing another glance to the old and empty house she was residing in, closing the door behind her. Few minutes later she walked into The Hanged Man, quickly scanning the interior of the inn before she walked over to the bar.
"Ah, you again." The bartender said seeing the elf. "You'll have to wait a few minutes, Bart isn't here yet." The ginger nodded, quietly taking a seat at the bar. She spoted the hostile woman she had enountered while returning from the outskirts of the town as well as the other red-headed elf that was so unlucky to pass by the mentioned woman sitting next to two other women. Beside a pair of nobles and the regulars, nobody else was around, or at least nobody Alaila found interesting. The elf looked back at the bar as she waited, tracing the wood with her finger as she waited.
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Somewhere in the Free Marches
Fool. Running away isn't going to make his death any less painful. A man with a green hood was casually walking in the woods with an arrow notched in his bow, looking as if he was only hunting. What his prey was, though, is what made him odd. His prey was obviously lost in the forest, running around in circles, which amused the hunter. The noble he was hunting was so painfully obvious it almost made him laugh. His steps weren't as light and soft as the hunter's, leaving a trail even a child could follow.
On top of that, the running tired him out, so the smell of his sweat was another giveaway. And then there were the broken branches the noble had stepped on during his run, making the whole scene look as if a boar passed this way. And the fear. He could simply smell the fear, for this man seemed to radiate it in a 200 m circle. But soon enough he won't be able to run anymore, while his hunter was only getting warmed up."No! PLEASE!" the noble shrieked knowing his hunter was slowly closing in, "I have a little daughter! She's only 5, please don't let her grow up without a father! I beg you!"
The noble now fell on the ground, a log firmly quenched in his right hand. He's never carried a weapon in his whole life, but situations like this push a man to his limits. There was no answer as the noble backed against a tree, rapidly looking from left to right in desperate hope he'll spot his pursuitor.
"I have money! I'll double whatever they're paying you! N-no, I'll TRIPLE it! Whatever you want! Please...my little Angie..." the man's voice broke, turning into quiet sobbing.
"Don't worry yourself," the hunter now stepped into the light, putting the arrow back in his quiver and the bow on his back, "She won't grow up without a father."
The noble looked up, smiling as tears rolled down his cheeks. "S-she won't? So y-you'll l-let me g-go?"
The Anders man knelt down beside the noble, hands resting on his knees as he looked the man in the eyes with a quiet chuckle. "I'll just go visit your lovely wife and the little Angie after I'm done with you. Better not to grow up at all, thnn to grow up without a father, no?"
"N-NO! NO! I BEG YOU, DON'T KILL-" the noble's panic shrieking was cut off when one of the assassin's daggers found its target in the noble's throat, silencing any further begging. Maker, it was fun when they tried convincing him not to kill them. Begging was always so amusing.
When the man got up, leaving the warm corpse bleeding on the groud, a hawk silently landed on the man's shouler, awaiting his further commands. The ranger smirked, wiping the blood off of his dagger as he started walking down the path that led out of the forest.
"Come on, Ouray. We do have to inform the family, no? And take care of Angie dearest before her mother. Makes it so much interesting when a parent is watching..."
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Sefris chuckled at the situation, looking at her claws which were still covered in the lizard's blood. "Indeed, orc. Your troops seem to lack...fear." An army should be absolutely terrified of their leader and respect him fully. If it was her army...the wouldn't even dare look up while she passed by. Heh. 'Her' army. Now that would be an amusing sight.
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Anemone looked at the genasi that had jumped down next to her, smiling. She certainly was glad to meet another of her kind since it's been so long, and to meet one so friendly.
"I am glad, Othos." The genasi replied, watching him fight for a second.
The archers were a problem for the others, like Kowolj, who couldn't get across. In addition to that, it seemed one of her companions has already boarded the pirate ship and wasn't doing so well against such a large number of pirates.
"Avira!" the genasi threw her hat to the raven, the bird sitting down on it with an irritated caw! She then proceeded to grab a rope with a large hook one would use for catching really big fish, throwing it at the pirate ship after spinning it until it wrapped itself around the foremast, glancing at Othos for a second as she walked to the edge of the ship.
"I was told wind is amazing when you jump from one ship to the other." She said with a smile to Othos before jumping.
And so it was, making the woman yell with delight before she landed on the pirate ship, easing her landing in the similar way Othos did a bit earlier. She was immediately surrounded by a group of pirates, but the woman only smiled, pulling out her daggers again.
"Now....I spy with my little eye...pirates that are about to fall off of the ship." As they attacked, the genasi dodged or parried every one of them, since it was more of a dance for her than an actual fight.
"Oh my! Look at that!" she pointed at something up in the skies, and of course they all looked up, giving the woman needed distraction to disappear once more from the sight.
"Ye dolts! Get 'er!" One of the pirates yelled at the rest just a second before Ane pushed him in the water, much to the displeasure of the rest of the pirates who resumed their attacks.
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Anemone was enjoying the wind on the cutwater of the ship when the announcement of the attack reached her, the genasi grabbing her daggers as she ran towards the fight. Gods, she sure was fighting a lot in the last few days. Avira flew next to the woman as she ran, but decided not to engage into the battle - the raven was grumpy enough without trying not to get shot, stabbed or decapitated.
A few of the pirates jumped in front of the genasi, cutting her off of the main battle. She stopped running and looked at the three men, tilting her head a bit.
"You know, one thing about being on a ship is that I don't have to kill you - you can just go for a little swim." the woman said cheerly, truly disliking killling."Now you see me - now you don't." she added with a chuckle, disappearing in the shadows as she left the men wodering where she was. It was just seconds before one of them was already flying off of the ship and into the water with a shriek, the two other trying to do the same to the blue-haired woman who had pushed their mate.
The genasi disarmed one in the next few seconds, hitting the back of his head with her hilt to knock him out, watching the man fall down on the floor.
"...ouch. That had to hurt."
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Sefris
Name: Sefris (last name unknown)
GENERAL INFORMATION:
Gender: female
Race: fey'ri - an offspring of a sun elf and a demon (usually a succubi in male of female form)
Age: around 150, appearance as one in early twenties (fey'ri's life expectancy is the same as the one of a sun elf, a maximum age being around 1000 years, reaching maturity around 110th year of life)
Class: Sorcerer {Evoker} / Red dragon disciple (the sorcerer or bard with this prestige class gains special abilities, such as increased natural armor due to scales starting to grow over one's body, claws, wings, breath weapon {one can breathe a cone of fire}, blind fight, darkvision, immunity to sleep, paralysis, fire)
Alignment: Lawful evil - as most of the fey'ris, Sefris had one of the evil alignments due to her fiendish blood. She carries a great hate towards elves, especially Drows because of her half- sun elf heritage. Loyalty is one of her stronger sides but she does not care about one's freedom, dignity nor life. She will follow the rules as long as she has some benefit of it and will kill without mercy or compassion. Her word is something she rarely gives, but will respect it once it's given unless there's a legitimate way not to fulfill it. For her, society is one of the means of gaining whatever she desires and will help it out as long as she gains something in return, frequently thinking ahead and planning strategies.
Deity: Shar
APPEARANCE:
Height: 5' 10" high (177.5 cm)
Weight: 130 lb (59 kg)
Hair: Her long, wavy, raven-black hair is often let loose with only one braid on her right side. However, her hair has a lot of volume and often escapes whatever she ties it with, so she has to fix her hair all the time.
Eyes: This woman's eyes carry the hue of dark red, a color that would most likely resent the one of a fresh blood with somewhat narrowed pupils that remind of cat's pupils.
Skin: bronze, covered with small scales sharp to the touch
Handedness: ambidexterious
Scars/Tattoos: no tattoos, but one scar she hides with her alter self is that on her lower back, where her tail once was
General physical description:
With her high cheekbones and bronze skin, Sefris looks like a beautiful sun elf despite her unusual eye color. Her nails are also sharper than usual due to her Red dragon disciple class, which she often uses to justify her eye color. Alas, it is only a mask.
As all the fey'ris, Sefris has large red, bat-like wings, pointy teeth and scales all over her body which she hides with alter self (see Random), enabling her peaceful passage through cities as an elf instead of a half-demon, which the elves (especially sun elves) kill on sight. When in her true form, scales can be seen all over her body and most of them are slightly sharp to touch, which makes her skin lightly abrasive when touched. The above mentioned scales are mostly small and unnoticeable, but there are some exceptions, like the area around her wings, back side of her neck, cheeks and her forehead.
Sefris has a petite body like all the elves, her head constantly held high to both intimidate those who oppose her and to give the impression she thinks of them as the unworthy ones. Her body moves swiftly and elegantly despite her half-demonic heritage, making her body movements seem like a dance.
Voice:
Sefris' voice, as one would guess from her appearance, is rich and seductive, calculative as one of a demon, crimson red lips always in the shape of a light smirk when she's speaking.
Disabilities:
No armor – very exposed and vulnerable in close combat
Clothing/armor:
As of lately, Sefris has begun to pay more attention to what she's wearing, often seen in black-red combination of dress with a corset and feathers on shoulders.
http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z362/alaylyne/ss2014-06-05at042741_zps5ddd5cdb.jpg
Weapons/Equipment:
Silver spear, but her main weapon are her evocation spells
PERSONALITY
General Personality Traits:
As suggested before, Sefris does not care much for those in need, and looks out for herself first. She can be separated from her elven part because the sun elves spend most of their life gathering knowledge and leaving their body soft, whereas she enjoys taking one's life in a one-on-one fight. Her fiendish blood is also visible in her behaviour, for she considers herself more powerful that the rest of the species and does not care about the weak, but only about gaining more power. Her beauty has left her vain and sensitive to insults regarding her appearance. Provoking her in general is not a very wise idea, for she has a short temper and will use her fiendish features to scare the opponent. Other than that, she knows no love, for she had never experience it and thinks that feelings are a weakness and showing emotions even a greater one, near to fatal, for once the opponent knows your weaknesses, you're as good as dead. She is not kind to anyone unless she's trying to get something out of them, in which case she can be very charming or intimidating, depending on what kind of a touch the situation requires.
Likes/Dislikes:
Showing superiority, intimidating and humiliating people/any kind of bowing to another person and being caged in any way.
Fears:
Being caged like an animal
Attitudes towards friends/strangers:
She will manipulate strangers to get what she wants and leave once she's gotten it.
Opinion of the world:
Survival of the fittest
HISTORY
Past: A child of a nameless sun elf and a female succubi, Sefris was left in the woods right after her birth. A tiefling who was hiding nearby from his pursuitors found the baby and took her in, not quite realizing how demonic her heritage was. For a couple of years, Sefris was growing up in the forest with the female tiefling who took care of her, teaching her magic as soon as she had discovered she had the gift. Her mentor, however, was pushing the child away as she grew and her demonic features became more obvious. Sefris would then ask for more and more attention, but she got none. Eventually, at the age of 8, Sefris was wandering the forest when she ran into a group of scholars who were passing by and got lost when the wild animals attacked them. They were quite surprised when they ran into the little red-eyed girl with a bat familiar which reminded them of a elf with distant demonic heritage. Not suspecting her true nature (for the fey'ris are usually killed on sight), they took her in when she had shown them arcane talent. Sefris left her tiefling guardian without even saying goodbye, never to see her again.
Arriving to Yartar, the scholars introduced the girl to their mentor, an archmage. He immediately took interest in the girl and trained her until she was a fine sorcerer. Slowly growing up, Sefris had learned how to hide her appearance, for she realized she was everything but 'normal'. Continuing her life peacefully with the archmage and the scholars, Sefris soon grew tired of her monotone everyday and one day decided to break into the archmage's private library, where he kept all his most prized tomes, stealing the one about dragon disciples. After the archmage learned what she had done, he confronted her and they got in a bad feud. Sefris even attacked him when he requested of her to return the tomes, which she refused. In the middle of a battle, Sefris' wings had grown to their full size and she used them to scare the archmage and kill him. Returning to her normal sun elf appearance, she left the town before anyone even noticed the archmage is dead.
The next 100 years she spent in the woods, practicing her magic and developing the dragon disciple class. She grew tired of the woods and headed to Waterdeep, the City of Splendors as they called it, where she hoped to find something more interesting than life in the woods or with a selfish archmage.
Birthplace: High forest
Family/Relationships:
None that she knows of
Friends:
The closest thing Sefris has to a friend is a business partner, in which category Ravenna falls.
Enemies:
Quite a number of people whose friends/family/acquaintances she’d killed
OTHER INFORMATION
Skills and feats:
* Sorcerer:
Summon familiar – bat
* Dragon disciple:
Breath Weapon - the dragon disciple gains the ability to breathe a cone of fire
Blind-Fight - the red dragon disciple gains the ability to fight well, even if blinded or against invisible creatures.
Half-Dragon - the red dragon disciple's transformation is complete. They become a half-dragon and gains darkvision as well as immunity to sleep, paralysis, and fire.
* Fey’ri:
Alter self - granted by her fiendish blood that allows her to assume any humanoid form, which she uses for taking an appearance of a sun elf, simply hiding her scales, sharp teeth and red wings
Languages spoken - Common, Elven and Abyssal
Pets/Animal Companions:
bat familiar
Anemone:
Name: La'Niebelleta Anemone Siale
GENERAL INFORMATION:
Gender: female
Race: Planetouched (air genasi)
Age: 28
Class: Rogue(13)/Cleric (2)/Shadowdancer(5)
Alignment: Chaotic good
Deity: Shaundakul (The Helping Hand, Rider of the Winds)
APPEARANCE:
Height: 5’2" (158 cm)
Weight: 121 lbs (55 kg)
Hair: Cobalt blue, wavy hair that covers half of her back, worn loose with bangs that cover her forehead
Eyes: dark blue
Skin: pale white, a bit cold to the touch
Handedness: left
Scars/Tattoos: dark blue tattoos – for reference of their appearance look here https://d44ytnim3cfy5.cloudfront.net/assets/6167913/view_large/annonce_Pru.jpg?1346275422
General physical description:
As any other air genasi, she is short and surprisingly light due to her ‘windy’ nature. However, her slim body moves with surprising dexterity and precision, making a rogue class a perfect one for her. There is never a single stiff movement and her walk may somewhat seem as a dance for those who might be considered brutish and rely only on strength. Her big, blue eyes give her a slight child appearance, along with little pug. The color of her eyes completely match her tattoos and bring them out even more, thus making a contrast to her pale skin. There is an always present breeze around her and any sudden movement is accompanied by quiet whistling wind.
Voice:
Voice of this air genasi can be described as flickering as the wind, going from high pitched to deep tones depending on her mood. The most dominating one, though, is a light cheery tone, resembling the one of a young woman when excited about something.
Disabilities:
Short, fragile, Wind dependency - Air genasi are ill at rest when they are beyond the winds pull. While in a place without wind (such as underground or a well sealed fortress) air genasi are not only incapable of recovering hit points naturally but also take a -1 penalty to all rolls and the DCs of all if their abilities are reduced by 1.
Clothing/armor:
What matters the most to her is her swiftness and she makes sure that is depicted on her clothes. She doesn’t wear any armor, but prefers simple pants – its length depending on the season – with comfy boots and a sleeveless shirt during the summer and regular commoner shirt during winter, combined with a cloak depending on the temperature. Every piece of her clothes is either white or some tone of white, but the one thing she never leaves anywhere without is a white hat with a blue feather. Don’t touch her hat – she’ll get really angry, and you don’t want that.
Designed like this http://csd5.files.wordpress.com/2012/09/red-feather.jpg
Weapons/Equipment:
Twin daggers with a sapphire on their hilts
Visual appearance:
http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z362/alaylyne/Untitled_Nie_zps822514fd.png?t=1366488814
PERSONALITY
General Personality Traits:
Fickle as the wind, she is bored easily and will not take kindly when people try to make her do things. Never keeping her promises, she will always find a way to get out of them. Also capricious, she may change her opinion in the middle of an argument and even outright quit a conversation halfway if she finds something that looks like more fun. Most of her time she spends wandering aimlessly, always in search of adventure and new things to play with.
Likes/Dislikes:
Open spaces, wind, adventures, traveling/underground and closed spaces.
Fears:
Claustrophobia
Attitudes towards friends/strangers:
Mostly friendly and curious, but will leave quickly if she finds them boring.
Opinion of the world:
As any other air genasi, she doesn’t like dwarves because they live underground and thinks that air elements are mere brutes. Other than that, she doesn’t really care about people she meets and thinks of the world as her playground, full of adventures.
HISTORY
Past: That little about her past Ane still remembers is what her mother told her, since the genasi has never met her father. She was told – by her human mother – that her father was just like her, an air genasi, which eventually left given the nature of the planetouched to be fickle and leave just as sudden as they had come once they find themselves bored. Most of her childhood was spent travelling around the Sword Coast, never staying long in one place which suited her perfectly fine. At the age of 17 she left her mother to learn the skills of a rogue, staying in contact with her until a few years back when she stopped sending letters. Since then Ane’s been wandering around Faerun, coming and going as she pleases.
Birthplace: Sword Coast, though she can’t remember the place. Never staying long in the same place, she often says that the whole world is her home.
Family/Relationships:
Only knows her human mother, but she lost contact with her a few years ago.
Friends:
Random people – mostly other genasi, elves and halflings - she’s met over years of traveling, though she isn’t close to any of them – they’re more of acquaintances.
Enemies:
None, staying mad at the same person for a long period of time is too boring for her.
OTHER INFORMATION
Skills and feats:
* Rogue: Lock picking, Disabling traps, Stealth, Sneak attack, Diplomacy, Bluff
* Shadowdancer:
Hide in Plain Sight - A shadowdancer can hide from sight, even if he is being closely watched, as long as he is within 10 feet of shadows.
Shadow Illusion - A shadowdancer can create silent, illusionary images from shadows.
Summon Shadow - A shadowdancer can call upon a shadow, which becomes much like a druid's companion. The shadow shares the shadowdancer's alignment. As the shadowdancer becomes more powerful, his shadow companion likewise becomes a more potent force.
* Air genasi:
Summon gale – Once per day, an air genasi can call upon his elemental nature and summon a powerful blast of wind which can knock over foes who fail Fortitude save as well as disperse any harmful cloud effects in its path. This effect is similar to the ‘Gust of Wind’ spell.
Wind’s Guardian – An eternal wind seems to surround and protect air genasi, any ranged attack aimed at an air genasi has a chance to be deflected harmlessly.
Wind’s Dance - Once a day an air genasi can call upon the wind to increases their speed, gaining a 10 ft. bonus to their land speed for one round. They cannot use this ability while in a windless area.
Darkvision - is the extraordinary ability to see with no light source at all, out to a range specified for the creature.
Magic Items:
Ring of nine lives - If the wearer falls unconscious or dies, one of the ring's "lives" will be used automatically to cast a heal spell on the wearer. Also, if the wearer needs extremely quick reflexes, strong willpower or extreme fortitude, he or she can use one of the "lives" for this purpose.
Pets/Animal Companions:
A pet raven called Avira (f)
Other:
Blue pendant she wears around her neck - hand with wind around it --> Shaundakul's symbol