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“Hey, about damn time you got moving my dear, thought you were going to sleep through all the fun.” a quickly balding dusk said as he walked over to her, the top of his hair missing with a patch over his right eye, his one good working eye staring at her with a playful smirk. | “Hey, about damn time you got moving my dear, thought you were going to sleep through all the fun.” a quickly balding dusk said as he walked over to her, the top of his hair missing with a patch over his right eye, his one good working eye staring at her with a playful smirk. | ||
− | “You really think I'd miss this dad? My first big hunt? And you wanted to leave me back home with mother... how dare you think of such a punishing notion | + | “You really think I'd miss this dad? My first big hunt? And you wanted to leave me back home with mother... how dare you think of such a punishing notion Vorsaile?” mimicking his grin and he burst out laughing. |
“Oh come now my dear, you know I would never do such a heinous thing.” His voice filled with a teasing sarcasm. | “Oh come now my dear, you know I would never do such a heinous thing.” His voice filled with a teasing sarcasm. | ||
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“Unfortuantely we have to scour the area until we can confirm whether or not the beast is even here in this section of the Shroud before we move onto another portion, likely the Western. We have our orders not to engage any of our brethren as we do not want to bring attention to our group.” he explained, moving towards three other dusk, grappling hooks, short bows and twin blades equipped for combat in amongst the trees. | “Unfortuantely we have to scour the area until we can confirm whether or not the beast is even here in this section of the Shroud before we move onto another portion, likely the Western. We have our orders not to engage any of our brethren as we do not want to bring attention to our group.” he explained, moving towards three other dusk, grappling hooks, short bows and twin blades equipped for combat in amongst the trees. | ||
− | She looked at the group her father had gathered and gave a wave, and looked towards her father and one addressed the two approaching dusk. “You still sure you want to bring your daughter along | + | She looked at the group her father had gathered and gave a wave, and looked towards her father and one addressed the two approaching dusk. “You still sure you want to bring your daughter along Vorsaile. She may get hurt.” one smirked while the other two burst into a friendly laughter. |
− | + | Vorsaile tapped his chin, looking towards his daughter with a judgmental look. “I don't know, maybe I sho- Ow!” as she slugged him in the ribs. Which drew another bout of laughter from the group. “Alright alright miss high and mighty. You have forward scouting.” he shot back at her and the two locked eyes. | |
She grunted and nodded. “Fine.” Slinging her bow across her shoulder. “We're to head across Sorrel Haven yes? So avoiding the Morbols that like to nest in the southwestern pools and the gazes that nest at the sanguine perch. Am I getting that right?” Glaring at her father. | She grunted and nodded. “Fine.” Slinging her bow across her shoulder. “We're to head across Sorrel Haven yes? So avoiding the Morbols that like to nest in the southwestern pools and the gazes that nest at the sanguine perch. Am I getting that right?” Glaring at her father. | ||
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A few bells had gone by, thankfully uneventful as they'd finally crossed into the grove surrounding the Everschade, hiding amongst the trees the group began to take points along the outer edges, looking for heavily pressed grass or rocks simply brushed aside by movement. | A few bells had gone by, thankfully uneventful as they'd finally crossed into the grove surrounding the Everschade, hiding amongst the trees the group began to take points along the outer edges, looking for heavily pressed grass or rocks simply brushed aside by movement. | ||
− | + | Vorsaile and his daughter had regrouped just beyond the southern expanse, following portions of broken skin that had been found against a rather large boulder, it seemed the beast was in the middle of shedding its akin but had failed to do so on the previous boulders, which left a small glimmer of hope that they were on the right track with their prey, Vorsaile brought out a small whistle which gave off the sound of a Velociraptor, a signal to their comrades that they had found something and were currently following it. | |
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“Tall grass, and none of it has been pushed aside. Yet the trail leads further in.” looking back at him with a cursory glance. “How did we want to proceed, surely we don't just follow it into the grass where we can't see above it...?” she asked. | “Tall grass, and none of it has been pushed aside. Yet the trail leads further in.” looking back at him with a cursory glance. “How did we want to proceed, surely we don't just follow it into the grass where we can't see above it...?” she asked. | ||
− | + | Vorsaile shook his head with a sigh. “Unfortunately not~ Following the great beast in there would be suicide... We'll just have to wait on the others, speaking of which.” Giving his whistle three short blasts, signaling for the group to collect on their location. “We'll have to wait for th-” A hissing broke his train of thought as they both instantly drew their bows, backing away from the grass, the source of the sound. | |
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− | + | Vorsaile nodded towards his daughter, nocking an arrow, trained on the grass, waiting for something to emerge. They didn't have to wait long. | |
− | At blazing speeds, a giant serpent crashed through the grass, following its own depression back towards the two, | + | At blazing speeds, a giant serpent crashed through the grass, following its own depression back towards the two, Vorsaile ducked to the right, towards the more stable river bed while his daughter panicked, ducking to the left towards the muddy embankment and he gasped as the serpent came charging through. Both Elezen starred in awe as if charged on by, over forty yalms in length and about two yalms in width of pure muscle. The ground rumbled as its massive head came up off the ground, staring down at the two Elezen menacingly, looking between them as its tongue tasted the nearby air. |
She broke the sudden silence created by the massive serpent, nocking an arrow from her bow, the steel tip burying itself deep into its left eye and it let out and ear screeching hiss of pain. It looked back towards her with a deep seething hatred, its maw opened wide and it dove without a care. An instant later she tried to dodge, but her feet were caught in the deep mud of the terrain and all she could do was stand their as the maw descended like a lightning bolt, slamming down around her and suddenly she was, floating? The serpent decided to fling her up in the air, she dropped her shortbow for her blades in a moment of clarity, falling feet first into the serpents open maw. | She broke the sudden silence created by the massive serpent, nocking an arrow from her bow, the steel tip burying itself deep into its left eye and it let out and ear screeching hiss of pain. It looked back towards her with a deep seething hatred, its maw opened wide and it dove without a care. An instant later she tried to dodge, but her feet were caught in the deep mud of the terrain and all she could do was stand their as the maw descended like a lightning bolt, slamming down around her and suddenly she was, floating? The serpent decided to fling her up in the air, she dropped her shortbow for her blades in a moment of clarity, falling feet first into the serpents open maw. | ||
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Revision as of 01:17, 6 January 2015
Contents
Character
Appearance
Weight: 190 Ponze (lbs)
Height: 72 Ilms (Inches)
Body build: Athletic
Eye color: Lavender
Glasses or contacts: None
Skin tone: Ashen
Distinguishing marks: Scar across left side of her nose, purple lightning tattoo across right eye.
Hair color: Purple with white Highlights
Type of hair: Smooth
Hairstyle: Long
Voice: Elize Ryd (E.g. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhCX67q4X1o)
Physical disabilities: None (Currently)
Usual fashion of dress: Light Mail armor or flowing white robes depending on situation
Favorite outfit: Gloam
Jewelry or accessories: Two rings and two stud earrings
Personality
Good personality traits: Loyalty, Determination
Bad personality traits: Lack of Patience, Short fused
Mood character is most often in: Stoicisim
Sense of humor: Dry
Character’s greatest fear: A Serpent large enough to swallow someone whole.
Character is most at ease when: Her mind is occupied (Busy)
Most ill at ease when: Her boredom fills her head with past events she'd rather forget
Enraged when: Manipulated
Life philosophy: There is no freedom, only survival
If granted one wish, it would be: Invisibility (Not due to being socially awkward or being an introvert. It would make her job easier)
Character’s soft spot: Musical Instruments
Is this soft spot obvious to others? Depends on the situation
Greatest strength: Her agility
Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Lack of ability to learn any sort of magic
Character’s darkest secret: In Origin tale below
Does anyone else know? Only her parents a few select conjurers
Alignment: True Neutral
Tendencies
Plays a musical instrument? Flute, Harp
Smokes "Not public knowledge": A little bit of pipeweed once a week.
Drinks: Very little amounts of Alchohol
Extremely skilled at the use of: Lances, dual blades, Close quarters combat, Bows
Extremely unskilled at the use of: Magic
Nervous tics: Deadly gases, a sense of electricity in the air
Usual body posture: relaxed
Most Prized Possessions: Her mother's harp, a Music box next to her bed (Contained song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCM8KIeicCI)
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Relationships
- ♥ Romantic Interest ♥ Sexual Desire ♥ Platonic Love ● Good Standing ● Neutral Standing ● Poor Standing
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A Trail of Dusk - Origin Tale
Beginnings
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Beginnings(2)
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Vorsaile/Mianne(1)
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Amien(1)
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Vorsaile/Mianne(2)
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Amien(2)
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Vorsaile/Mianne(3)
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Amien(3)
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Vorsaile/Mianne(4)
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Amien(4)
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Vorsaile/Mianne(5)
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Tales from the Black book
The Hissing Abyss(Nightmare)
Visions of the Twelve
Intro
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Nymeia, the Spinner
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Menphina, the Lover
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Oschon, the Wanderer
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Halone, the Fury
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Llymlaen, the Navigator
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Thaliak, the Scholar
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Byregot, the Builder
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Nald'thal, the Traders
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Nophica, the Matron
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Althyk, the Keeper
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Outro
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