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Munroe
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 | Subject: Terri Solana  Tue Jan 10, 2012 9:48 pm | |
|  This picture was created by one "quickreaver". I apologize that this picture is slightly misleading, as this character does not use a mace, but it was hard to find a suitable picture and this was the best I came up with. Also, a thanks to Psyche for his huge album of character pictures.
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Birthplace: Jheran, Sanctimonia
Skills:- Knives & Knife-throwing, Unarmed Combat
Growing up in Jheran requires tenacity and combat acumen. Terri is by no means an expert in any fields of combat, but could defeat an average opponent.
- Swordsmanship (Sabre)
Terri is trained in the use of a sword, though her technique could use some work. An enthusiast in the art would have no trouble besting her.
- Magically Attuned
Terri has no formal training in magic, but may have potential. As of right now, she can only sense magic, not use it.
- Stealth
Terri can move silently when the occasion calls for it. While she isn't perfect at this art, she is above average.
- Gun Training (Matchlock Pistol)
Terri knows how to load and operate a Matchlock Pistol. Shooting a target is a different story.
Biography: - Summarized Version:
Terri was the child of a prostitute Mira and a father she never knew. She spent most of her childhood living in the streets of the sprawling, crime-infested Jheran. She learned self-reliance and the basics of thievery, skills she needed to survive. When she was older, her mother was sold into slavery by her master, Nerav, and Terri managed to convince a caravan to allow her to accompany them to Sida. After years in Sida as a sellsword and caravan guard, Terri discovered her mother's fate, and set out in search of her father, whom she knew was from Surna.
- tl;dr and Spoilers Version:
To say Terri had humble beginnings would be putting it mildly. She was born penniless, to a prostitute, Mira, and an unknown father. The pair lived in a brothel, disguised as a curiosity shop run by a man named Nerav Grayson. Terri's very existence put considerable strain on her mother's pitiful earnings, and Nerav was exceedingly cruel to the both of them.
For years this persisted, and it took its toll most heavily on Mira, who forsook meals to feed her starving daughter, and was abused for her lack of devotion to her occupation. Nerav threatened to sell both of them to the Sidans, or worse. He sometimes got angry enough to assault her.
At age 8, Terri left. In her naivete she thought she could find a better life outside the walls of her home, and perhaps save her mother. But for someone as young as her, this was impossible. It was a constant struggle to find food and places to sleep, in a large, threatening city. She was spared from the thieves because she had nothing worth stealing, and ended up becoming one herself. She beat the odds and survived, trying not to think about what her mother was going through, or if she was even still alive. Going back wasn't an option, as there was no telling what Nerav might do as punishment...
Terri turned 16. In the 8 years she had spent living in the streets of Jheran, she learned a lot. The layout of the city, the way its people thought and acted (which she came to believe was the way of the world), and how to fight. Fighting was sometimes unavoidable. She was no longer a child who could slip away and live under the radar, she was a young woman living among the worst people Aeria had to offer. One day, Mira entered her mind out of the blue, and spontaneously she decided to return "home". Now, at least, she might stand a chance against her old master.
She came to the brothel, not sure what to expect. Nerav was just inside, behind the counter. He had aged considerably in the past 8 years, and upon seeing her, he squinted. "You look familiar..." he slurred, his breath smelling of alcohol. Nothing new.
He seemed intent on making her one of his whores, but, strangely, didn't force the issue. Perhaps the knife at his throat had something to do with it.
All Terri extracted from his drugged, drunken mind was that her mother was no longer there. A year or so after she left, he finally acted on his threat, and sold Mira on the black market to Sidan slavers. She would be almost impossible to find, assuming she was alive at all.
Terri came close to killing Nerav, but seeing how pathetic he looked on the floor, his face a bloodied mess, stayed her hand. He couldn't possibly harm her any more, and wouldn't.
There was only one thing to do: travel to Sida.
...
Getting there proved difficult - of the few caravans heading that way, only one would even allow passengers. Using her life savings (which didn't amount to much), she managed to buy her way onto the caravan. In return for her money, she was provided the necessary supplies to make the journey, and allowed to travel with the caravan and its guards.
The caravan travelled over the mountains, on the way to Narvik, its first stop. Terri intended to take those few days to track down any leads on the slavers who bought Mira. It was a long shot, but she had no other choice if she wanted to see her again. Of course, when the caravan did arrive safely in Narvik, and after a few days, resumed its course, Terri had found nothing. She had boldly ventured into the shadiest places, asking questions, but got only laughs or a trip to the ground outside, or both. No one took her seriously, but then, why should they? Even if she could figure out where Mira was, what then? Heroically break her out of her bonds and make a daring escape? Those things just didn't happen, except in old tales.
She was greatly discouraged by these relentless thoughts, but didn't give up. The next stop was Cramiche - while not a Sidan city, it was on the way to their ultimate goal: Nasii, the capital of Sida.
In addition to there being demand for goods brought from over the mountains, Cramiche's merchants were also open to buying items from their close neighbor, Sida. Black powder, weapons, exotic foods and spices were some of the things Sida had to offer. Loaded up on supplies from Narvik, the caravan had all the more reason to stop therre.
The caravan did not take as much time, as it was eager to begin the next leg of its journey. Again Terri found nothing, but she wasn't surprised. Perhaps in Mahjipal she would find something.
Assuming she made it there alive. For the caravan's luck finally ran out one day, and appearing on the shimmering desert horizon were nearly a dozen bandits on horseback.
...
"Don't worry, we outnumber them," she heard someone say.
"They're on horseback. They'll cut us down."
"Stay close to the wagon, we'll be fine."
Terri could only watch helplessly as events unfolded. The horsemen charged into the group, taking a few guards down with their long sabres. They came around for another pass, but this time the guards were prepared. Swords were parried, and a few of the horses reared, spilling their riders to the sand. An arrow appeared in the neck of one of the raiders, and another was cut by a sword.
Suddenly, Terri was on the ground. One of the fallen riders had grabbed her ankle. He was reaching for his sword, intending perhaps to take her hostage. Without thinking, she grabbed her knife, and stabbed the man's hand. He yelled in pain, releasing her. As she scrambled to her feet he scrambled for his sword. Quickly, she thrust the knife down towards his body. He grabbed her hand, still reaching for his sword with the other. His hand trickled blood everywhere. His face was gaunt and tired, his eyes had a look of desperation. He couldn't overpower her.
The caravan survived the encounter, but was down several men. The bandits all lay dead or dying. Not one had retreated.
"These guys must have been desperate," someone said, kicking a body. The corpse was dangerously thin, skin a dark brown from constant exposure. Terri looked at the man she just killed. She knew that feeling.
"You okay?" one of the guards was standing behind her.
"Yeah."
He pointed at the man she just killed. "His?"
"His what-" she had blood all over her clothes. "-yes."
"Might want to clean yourself up. And you'd better take this." He handed her one of the bandits' swords. "Not like he'll be needing it."
"I don't know how to use one of these."
"I can show you. We've lost a lot of guards, so if we want to survive this trip, everyone's going to have to start taking guard duty."
...
Terri looked down at her hands. The knife was still sticking out of the man's gut, fresh blood coming in spurts. She saw his face, a mix of pain and resignation.
Then she woke up, soaked not in blood but in sweat. After catching her breath, she laid back down, resigning herself to another sleepless night.
In the days that followed, she learned much from that caravan guard. He was an older man, who looked more than ready to retire. Yet he had the patience to teach not only her, but every other hapless merchant and civilian on the trip. Swordfighting, shooting, how to survive if cut off from the group. He'd undoubtedly spent much time in Sida, as he knew exactly how to endure the harsh conditions, and even a good chunk of the local language.
The Caravan made good time, but as soon as it reached Mahjipal it was announced that this would be the last stop before heading back. The loss of the guards made the road to Nasii far too dangerous. So, after selling what they had, and taking a few days to rest, the caravan left. Minus Terri.
Her snooping had finally led to something. A man named Rashad Hakim claimed to have been Mira's owner.
"She was skinny when I bought her, but a little extra food corrected that." Like the other traders Terri dealt with, this man spoke in the Common tongue, albeit with a thick accent. "She was obedient, but always seemed unhappy about something. I never did know what, until now. When she started getting older, I sold her off. I wasn't expecting much, but there was this man. He was dressed in black. He paid very generously for her. I didn't ask any questions, he scared me."
She had been alive, and in Mahjipal, as recently as less than a year ago. But now that the caravan was gone, her search would have to wait. She was alone in a strange town, in a strange land, with hardly a coin to her name.
When searching for a career, it's best to find something you're good at and stick with it. Terri was good at stealing, but only did so out of necessity. She had also just learned how to be a good caravan guard. So, that was what she chose to be.
It wasn't easy for a girl on the cusp of 17 to convince caravaneers she was a capable fighter, but it also wasn't impossible. Hers wasn't the only caravan to fall prey to bandit raids. For whatever reason, their frequency had spiked, and caravans across Sida were either destroyed and looted or left severely crippled and undermanned.
Terri did find out the reasons behind all of this, but that wouldn't be until later...
...
7 years later. Terri had reinvented herself as a caravan guard and sellsword, and made an honest living. Whenever she could, she continued her investigation, though by now she was losing hope. From the moment Nerav announced he had sold Mira, she figured she would never see her again, yet clung to hope. But she simply could not find out who bought her in Mahjipal all those years ago.
She found little about him. He wore a black robe which concealed all of his physical features, and kept a hood over his face. He spoke in a soft voice, almost a whisper. The only slave he bought that day in Mahjipal was Mira. The Sidans called him Aqtamrajul, which meant "Dark One".
People would shudder at how loudly she uttered his moniker, and she received multiple warnings to turn back. While she refused to buy into people's fears, one such warning did give her pause. It was given by Nadim Ahmad, a somewhat notorious slaver of Nasii and no stranger to bloodshed.
He was too proud to voice his fears, of course, he had a reputation to protect. But upon hearing the name Aqtamrajul, his skin paled and his voice lost its confidence. Whoever Aqtamrajul was, he put even the toughest people on edge. Nadim did know where he could be found, though, having made "deliveries" to his dwelling place. He reluctantly pointed Terri in the right direction. His final words to her were as such:
"Should you be captured, I will deny everything. I send you in the hopes you will be killed, or otherwise put an end to this 'Aqtamrajul' business. Now go, and do not return."
...
Terri walked into a wall of sand. As imposing as the sight was, it was nothing she hadn't seen many times before. The winds picked up and sand impacted everything. Terri pulled her cloak tightly around her, put her hood on, and brought a cloth over her face.
She was headed to a cave deep in the deserts east of Nasii, what Nadim said was the hideout of Aqtamrajul. It was nigh impossible to navigate during the storm. Though she was sure she was going the right way, Terri seriously considered heading back. Sandstorms were dangerous, and getting lost in one was even worse. But she was too determined, too close, to hesitate any longer.
She spotted several silhouettes in front of her. As she tried to pass by, one grabbed her by the arm. She shook him off, and he spoke something in Sidan. He pulled a knife. Terri had wandered right into a group of bandits.
"What are you doing here?" he called to her.
"None of your business!"
"Are you lost? Perhaps we can help you." This drew laughs from the other bandits.
"I'm searching for Aqtamrajul."
There was silence. The one with the knife stepped closer, so that she could see his face. Gaunt, like the bandits who had attacked years ago. His free arm hung limply at his side, looking dead.
"The Dark One... no, you must not see him. He eats us, steals from us..."
Now it made sense. Their loot stolen, numbers thinned, the bandits were forced to make suicidal raids to the last man. They were driven as far as they would go.
"Did you just say he eats you?"
"He strips our flesh... even now he devours us." The bandit rolled up his sleeve, showing Terri his limp arm. A sickening growth had all but taken over the entire appendage. "He will devour you."
"No, he won't, not if he's dead."
"He can not be killed. He has lived longer than any man, and shall live longer still."
"Enough of this. Just let me through. If I die, then fine, you were right. If I don't, he will. Either way, you'll be happy."
The bandits spoke quietly to one another, and then the knife-wielding one spoke: "Very well, you may go. We will not help you should anything go wrong."
And with that, the figures vanished into the sands. Terri continued on her way, considerably more frightened than before, though she stubbornly refused to acknowledge it.
After what seemed like hours of walking, the sand stopped feeling altogether like sand. In fact, it seemed almost spongy in texture, bouncy, perhaps slippery. Terri looked down. In the sandstorm, the ground was hardly visible, but beneath a thin layer of sand was something red, glistening, and pulsing.
Go back, she thought to herself. Go back. Now. But she continued.
...
Terri came to a massive rock, laid on its side and propped up by a second. Beneath this rock was the mouth of a cave, and from all directions, great roots of the same red material grew outwards, coating the rock and plunging into the ground.
As she walked into the mouth of a cave, she was greeted by a most disturbing sight. Out of the corner of her eye, it seemed as though the roots had bloomed, only instead of blossoms they bloomed into countless eyeballs, all affixed on her. But when she turned to look, they had vanished.
The interior of the cave was silent, but for the wind. It howled through the cavern, and blasts of hot air whistled back out in return, at regular intervals. The interior of the cave was coated completely in the reddish growth, and dripping with moisture.
As she walked further in, she heard faint noises echoing through the corridor. She thought they sounded like a dozen or more people screaming ceaselessly.
"Hello," whispered a voice behind her ear. She whipped around, but no one was there. When she turned around again, a figure in a black cloak was standing before her.
"Hello," she stammered. Her courage abandoned her.
"You have come for your mother? For Mira?"
"How do you know-"
"Not difficult. Eyes in many places." The walls bloomed around him.
"...how much?"
"One drop."
"Of?"
"Blood. Yours." He pulled a vial out of his robes, holding it out. His hand barely resembled anything human. The skin was pitch-black, the fingers elongated and knobby.
"Why-"
"Do not ask. Not the deal. One drop, no questions."
Terri took out her knife, and used it to prick her finger. She squeezed a drop into the vial. Immediately, he withdrew it into the folds of his robe.
"Dead," he said.
"What?"
"Mira is dead. Was not important."
"You!" Terri lunged for the figure, but her feet were rooted to the ground. The growth had engulfed them. She struggled to get free, but to no avail.
"I will give her to you now." The figure reached into his robes, and withdrew a humerus, missing most of its flesh. Terri felt vomit rising to the back of her throat as the smell of death filled the air.
"How could you; Gods, how could you..."
"It was hungry." He gestured to the cave walls. The growth made a gurgling sound.
...
As soon as Terri was clear of the sickening biomass, she collapsed to the ground, shaking violently. She threw up, and passed out.
When she woke up, the sandstorm had passed. She was partially buried, very hot, and thirsty, but she didn't move. Not until she felt someone shaking her shoulder.
"Hey," said a gruff voice. "You alive?"
She turned to its source. It was the bandit from before.
"No one has ever returned from a visit to the Dark One. Is he dead?"
She shook her head, looking back at the ground.
"...That is unfortunate. But at least you survived. Perhaps one day, someone will come and rid us of him."
Silence.
"Come now, Aten has blessed you, yet you look so downcast. Is your canteen empty?"
Still silence.
"You will die there if you stay," he said. And with that, the bandits left.
At some later point in time, Terri got up. She did not remember anything else that happened.
...
Morning light spilled through the windows, leaking through the holes in the ragged curtains. Terri had made it back to Nasii, and spent the night in a rundown inn room. Her sword she had lost in the sandstorm, but her coin purse was still almost full. She decided it was time to head back to Talibar.
A day later she was on her way. Most of her accumulated earnings went into a fine Sidan horse, and the necessary provisions to make the trip. This time she didn't go with a caravan.
She reached the mountains without incident. Perhaps the bandits had heard of what she did, or tried to do. Perhaps there simply weren't any left. Whatever the case, the only trouble she encountered was in the mountains, and it was not bandits, but wolves.
It was late, and Terri had just started to make camp, when mournful howling cut through the air, causing her horse to bolt into the forest. The wolves were vicious, but she emerged unharmed. Her trusty knife pierced one and the rest fled, yowling and barking.
Luckily, she wasn't too far from Jheran, and she'd already unloaded her provisions from the horse. After a few more days of brisk walking, she made it back, and the first place she went to was Nerav's.
"Well, look at you," Nerav said. His hair was grey, but besides that he had hardly changed. "All grown up. Did ye ever find yer mommy?"
"Tell me about my father."
"Yer father? Ha, now ye want t'know yer father?"
"Yes."
"I don't think I remember 'im any more."
"Stop playing games, tell me."
"Why, huh? First ye starve yer own mother t'feed yourself, then ye run off, leavin'er a mess, ye come in 'ere an' beat me senseless in my own place'a business, an' now ye want somethin' else? Fuck you."
"...Look, I'm sorry. I... I'm sorry. Just tell me. Please?"
Nerav looked her in the eye. His expression softened. "A'right, fine. I do remember. He was from a town called Surna, know it?"
"No."
"It's west'a here. Ye can find it on any map. A wondrous place, they say. Where legends're born. But this man's was ending. The last'a the Duvedirfels, he was. Heir to a broken throne in a conquered land. Of all the scum I've dealt with, none were as wretched an' pitiable as him."
"Thank you." She started to leave.
"Wait, before ye go- didja ever find her?"
"...No, I never did."
Enemies: None(?)
Deity: None
Terri believes in the Gods, but chooses not to align herself with any.
Inventory:- Steel Knife: A throwing knife of Sidan make, well-balanced and versatile. Can be employed in melee or ranged combat. Terri keeps it concealed in her pocket.
- Coin Purse (50 coins): As a former cutpurse, Terri knows better than to leave this vulnerable. Several straps, some hidden, connect it to her belt.
- Cloak: A thick, dark brown cloak, designed for utility over aesthetics. Possesses many pockets in its interior, as well as a hood.
- Scimitar: A sword which is enchanted to have a sharper, stronger edge.
- Chain Shirt: A finely crafted shirt of steel links, lightweight and durable.
Stash:- Money: 7159 shillings
- Ghost-Touch Scimitar: This faintly glowing sword is enchanted to harm certain kinds of undead Spirits. It was found on some remains deep in the forest, the property of a fallen adventurer.
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|  | | Xeloras
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| | Subject: Re: Terri Solana Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:19 pm | |
| I see nothing wrong with this, and unless Munroe adds firebreathing nipple dragons at the last minute, hand it my accept. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Terri Solana Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:23 pm | |
| - Quote :
- OMG NO SKILL BARZ
Deny unless you add one. :[ | |
| | | | Munroe
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| | Subject: Re: Terri Solana Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:43 pm | |
| - Xeloras wrote:
- I see nothing wrong with this, and unless Munroe adds firebreathing nipple dragons at the last minute, hand it my accept.
There goes that idea. - Omap wrote:
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- Quote :
- OMG NO SKILL BARZ
Deny unless you add one.
:[ why is this happening | |
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| | Subject: Re: Terri Solana Wed Jan 11, 2012 5:48 am | |
| Spoiler, shes secretly queen of england- I mean kerodil | |
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| | Subject: Re: Terri Solana Wed Jan 11, 2012 12:11 pm | |
| Basic and approvable, I'd say. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Terri Solana Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:49 pm | |
| I'd approve this, no issues on my part. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Terri Solana Wed Jan 11, 2012 2:49 pm | |
| Yeah, yeah, has my acceptance, too. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Terri Solana Wed Jan 11, 2012 7:07 pm | |
| A lovely page indeed. Enjoying the story you have in the biography, by the way.
:3
continue it | |
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| | Subject: Re: Terri Solana Sat Jan 14, 2012 3:49 am | |
| First update. Edited / Added to inventory, posted part 2 of the bio. For those of you wondering how I got the Scimitar, below is a full log of the RP involved in finding it. I wasn't planning on applying for it, as its enchantment only applies to a specific type of opponent (undead Spirits), but I will apply for it if you all insist and remove the enchantment if it gets denied. - Log (WARNING: Long):
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** For the moment, it seems that Alec is alone with the shades, so far nothing disturbing the battle but a faint rustle from the bushes.
Kain: Alec's ragged breathing can be heard clearly for anyone in viewing distance... He seems paler than he should, too. Whatever happened when that Shadow touched him was worse than some physical attack- it had dug inside him and torn at his being. "Shit..." Alec chanted once more, focusing several layers of magic into the barrel of his gun. He aimed the weapon point-blank at the Shadow and pulled the trigger.
Kain: The next spell he fired was propelled by a strange wave of force that trailed with the magical ball of flame. It traveled all of one foot before exploding in another shotgun blast of flame, expanding well beyond the Shadow. The Shadow was set aflame and howeled as it began losing form.
Kain: The shadow was also aflame with magic, but even so, it reached out to try and tear at Alec's being once more, driving a hand toward him.
Blue: [[ uh, should one of us enter in at this point?
Kain: The hand touched the tip of Alec's buff coat, but he managed to roll onto his back just in time, and roll back up onto his feet. "Not today, fucker!"
Kain: [[ yep
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** At the same time as he rolls away from the shadow, an enchanted wooden spear is flung at it from the bushes.
Kain: [[ I think 15 ft expanding waves of flame are
Kain: [[ very noticable
Kain: [[ and loud
Kain: The spear manages to pierce the Shadow and sent it into the ground. It suffered lightly fromt he burns, but the spear itself had struck the final fatal blow. Despite all this, it barely clung to existence.
Kain: [[ the*
Blue: *** Undetectable above the sounds of the fight, are soft footfalls in the nearby trees.
Kain: Unnatural, pained moans emanated from its destroyed phantasmal form.
Kain: [[ lets see if it flees or fights mindlessly..
Kain: The creature rips away from the ground it stood on and tried to flee... this granted all those nearby a final shot at the Shadow, before it could escape.
Kain: [[ This is called an attack of opportunity. anyone can freely attack out of turn
Kain: [[ takers?
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: [[ Would take a moment for Iarakine to sprout another spear, so not for me.
Blue: *** Terri takes this opportunity to emerge from behind a tree and stab at the Shade.
Kain: [[ alright,
Kain: Terri was lucky, extremely lucky. The plain knife that ought not to hurt anything managed to strike the creature's incorporeal form, in just the right place, with the exact right amount of force.
Kain: The Shadow stopped and shimmered where it was.. and its being slowly fell apart, piece by piece, into little particles of ethereal dust.
Kain: Alec fell on his rear and panted, catching his breath. He aimed his gun at Terri.. then identified her, and lowered the gun. "...Hi."
Blue: [[ don't you mean corporeal form?
Kain: [[ nope
Kain: [[ Shadows are incorporeal
Blue: [[ if it were in shadow form- then how did i hurt it
Kain: [[ physical weapons have a 50/50 chance of hurting incorporeal creatures
Blue: [[ oh, you're using dnd rules on my shades
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: [[ Speaking of which, your shades don't have a picture.
Kain: [[ nothing is perfectly incorporeal unless it's outside of a dimension- er, these aren't shades
Kain: [[ I distinctly didn't use Shades
Blue: [[ yeah, that's because i was going to completely revamp them
Kain: [[ cause i don't know their rules
Blue: [[ but it didn't really pan out
Blue: [[ im gonna fix them up later
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: [[ Mmk.
Kain: [[ these are called Shadows, they're not shadow elementals, they're undead ghosts
Blue: [[ and okay kain
Kain: [[ yep
Blue: [[ oh, so they're like Revenants?
Blue: [[ ...you know what, never mind
Kain: [[ Not sure, don't know the description on that
Kain: [[ but just think of your stereotypical ghost
Kain: [[ except shadow and evil
Kain: [[ shadowy*
Blue: [[ im just gonna assume theyre some wierd thing that's left over from the black tower
Kain: [[ it's more likely that they're souls of dead occitanians that succumbed to dark magic out of vengeful desires
Kain: [[ anyway, this is going to be totally meaningless to both of you, but, ill distribute XP for this.
Kain: [[ shadows are actually really powerful for us lowbies. For a group of two, we earned 2400 xp, divided by 3, so 800 to each of us
Kain: [[ now, the rp may resume
Blue: Terri: Hi.
Blue: Terri: ...What did I just kill.
Kain then holsted his gun into a leather strap around his waist. He uses a tree to pull himself up and support himself. "A little help? Ugh.. One of them touched me.. I hate it when they touch me..."
Kain: [[ ... Alec*
Blue: *** Terri looks on the ground- and then over at Alec. "Oh, sorry." She walks over and helps Alec to his feet.
Kain: Alec holds onto Terri, resting an arm on her shoulder and leaning against her a little. "Ugh.. thanks. Bastards... they drain your strength when they touch you.. if enough goes, you die, and.. fuck, they turn you into one of them." He panted once more. "That's how they multiply... I've seen it."
Blue: [[ a good explanation for a Shadow in Olden is some sort of undead necromancer
Blue: [[ or the creation of a necromancer
Blue: [[ hmm
Kain: [[ creation. They're unintelligent and can multiply
Blue: [[ yeah okay
Blue: Terri: So this is what you hunt?
Kain: "Yeah... stuff like this.. they tend to vary."
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** As they speak, the bushes hit by the flames continue to slowly smolder. The leaves of the trees and bushes shiver faintly despite the lack of breeze, filling the glade with an eerie sound that like a whisper you can't quite hear.
Kain: Alec eyes the piles of dust. "These things aren't.. great.. but they tend to guard items of value... most come from corpses, so, the corpse leftover.."
Kain: He looks around a bit. "...Did you hear that?"
Blue: *** Terri looks around, unnerved by the growing sound of whispering.
Blue: Terri: Yeah...
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** Should their guard be up and their senses keen, they would likely feel the uncomfortable feeling of being observed.
Kain: With a grunt, Alec retrieves his gun once more. "Wasted three spells already... well, it'll be a waste if I don't find what they were guarding..." He aims the weapon about. "Might be more of them..."
Kain: "What I'd give for a healer..."
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** As he pulls his weapon out again the leaves shiver again just before a couple vines lash out from the undergrowth without a warning, seeking to pull the pistol out of his grip, should they manage to wrap around it.
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: [[ The leaves shiver once more*, redundancy.
Blue: *** Terri uses her free hand to try and cut the vines with her knife.
Kain: Alec notices the vines in time and jerks his arm away, turning aside. The vines failed to reach the pistol or himself. "Ah, what the hell! Don't tell me I pissed something else off."
Kain: [[ by my rolls, Terri hits, but it's your call moot
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** The vines, despite being fairly sturdy for their stature, come off easily with the assistance of the sharp knife. As this happens, loud stomping noises come from the thicket.
Kain: Alec stares at the cut vines.. then, he looks at Terri with a wide frown. "I think you made it worse."
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: [[ How tall are Alec and Terri, by the way?
Kain: [[ Alec's 5'10
Blue: [[ I'll say Terri's about 5'7"
Kain: [[ so he's a little tall
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: [[ Mmk. Iarakine's 6'5
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: [[ Mumun wants to emote?
Kain: [[ failed my spot check with a fantastic 1/20, but my listen got a 20!
Blue: *** Terri lowers the knife. "Sorry, reflex."
Kain: Alec gets some dust in his eyes or something, unable to see. "Gah.." However, despite that, his ears manage to pinpoint the location of the sounds. He looks in the direction as he rubs his eyes. Alec stops leaning on Terri, despite still lacking in strength. "It's.. fine."
Blue: *** Terri looks where Alec's looking.
Kain: Alec holds his gun to himself, chanting softly for a moment, arming it with another simple spell. He aims it forward, not yet firing. "Whatever the hell you are, come out with your hands up, or I'm going to shoot."
Kain: "You don't want to be on the business end of my gun, bastard."
Kain: Despite talking tough... Alec's eyes are still closed.
Kain: He can't get this dust out of his eyes, what the hell?
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** As if on command, a tall woman-like creature emerges from the thicket, brandishing a wooden spear. The dryad towers above them, brandishing a wooden spear while glaring at them with deep green, angered eyes.
Blue: *** Terri steps away from Alec, holding her knife down by her side.
Kain: Alec... can't see the very tall dryad. The comic difference in height is made worse as he brandishes his weapon. "Good. Now... on your knees.. and say you're sorry."
Kain finally manages to clear up his eyesight by the time he's done commanding the Dryad. He looks directly ahead... then, up. "...Huh."
Kain: [[ ..Alec*
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** The dryad's attention seems to be focused on the man holding the weapon. She reaches out towards him, attempting to take a hold of his clothing and pull him up to her face level.
Blue: Terri: Uh, Alec... probably not a good idea.
Kain: "..." Alec is lifted up by his clothing. "...You're... a big... wooden lady..."
Kain: As he's lifted, Alec seems to lose focus of what he's doing. "..Uh... hello."
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** For a moment she merely stares at him before speaking with a fairly soft, slightly flanging voice. "Why does a man of steel and stone disturb the peace of this glade? What right have you to burn our fathers' children?" she demandingly inquires.
Kain: "...What? I wasn't burning children! I was burning ghosts!"
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** Obviously dissatisfied she turns around and points at the burnt bushes, signed tree or two and the charred undergrowth with her spear before returning her gaze to him.
Kain: Alec wriggles, but makes no escape attempt. "Hey, what- Oh.. Oh, uh... I, uh. Right... Sorry, I didn't, uh."
Kain: "...I wasn't aiming for those. They... just.. were in a bad spot."
Blue: *** Terri slowly puts her knife away, hoping not to be seen with it.
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** The dryad remains silent whlist listening to him stutter. "What say you in defence?" she stubbornly queries.
Kain: "Well. It was definitely an accident. I didn't mean to hurt your, uh, father's children."
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** She shifts her attention briefly away from him, as if listening. Soon she returns the deep green, faintly glowing eyes back to him. "Branches plead for you." she merely states with a frustrated tone before dropping him. "The man of steel and stone shall walk from this glade."
Blue: [[ the man of steel
Kain: Alec lands on his butt with an 'oof.' "Erm.. alright. Uh. Thank you, Branches..." He got to his feet, weakly, and holstered his weapon. Alec began backing toward Terri. "...Sorry about everything." Then, he looked to Terri. "...Hi again."
Kain: [[ brb
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** The dryad glances over to Terri this time around, her eyes searching for the knife she had earlier.
Blue: *** Terri remains transfixed on the giant wooden lady.
Kain: Alec stepped over to the tree trunk from earlier and slid down to rest his back against it. "I'm taking.. a five minute break..."
Kain: He leaned his head back and shut his eyes.
Kain: [[ also, need to go eat, ill be back
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** "Which of you cut our growth?" she hisses after studying her stature for a brief moment.
Blue: Terri: Uh... no one...
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** The dryad hits the blunt end of her spear against the ground, her wooden fists letting out a few faint creaks. "Our growth was cut, clean, sharp. Which?"
Blue: Terri: ...Okay, it was me. But you startled us.
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** "Ignorant and boastful the people of steel and Flow stride to a peaceful glade. Their contraption spews flames, we wish to protect the glade, take the firespitter away. You cut our growth." she lectures, her eyes nailed to the smaller woman.
Blue: Terri: I'm sorry, it won't happen again... we didn't know...
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** The seemingly frustrated dryad soon turns back to the burnt plants, her expression turning more wistful as she takes a few slow steps towards the signed trees and charred undergrowth.
Blue: [[ they're all signed with alec's initials
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: [[ /me signs Alec with her name
Blue: [[ 1000 TIMES
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: [[ It shall be done.
Blue: *** Terri relaxes, and begins inching towards Alec.
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** The tall tree-hybrid woman kneels down a little, seemingly starting to tend to the plants with a rejuvenating spell of some kind, new flowers and undergrowth starting to slowly replace the charred parts.
Kain: [[ back
Kain: "Lady... plant lady. You got a ghost problem..." Alec climbes to his feet. "Not trying to be- urk- rude or anything, but, I wouldn't have shot if I didn't see something worth shooting... why're there ghosts in your 'glade?' "
Kain: He dusts himself off and faces Terri.
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** "We do not know. We did not pay much heed to their presence." she answers whlist tending to the plants.
Kain: Alec moves toward the plants at a steady, slow pace. He steps beyond the smoldering plantlife he'd accidentally attacked. "Worse than fire, if ya ask me..." He looks around, searching for the source of the Shadows.
Kain: After a minute of looking around, Alec seems to stumble on to two rotting corpses- they were hardly even corpses, not even much of the bones were left. They seemed to be sitting in the remains of belongings. He knelt- well, he fell, and ended up kneeling- before the bodies and searched them. "...Looks like this is where they came from."
Kain: [[ wow. 100 on a loot roll
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: [[ Nice.
Kain: [[ 80 gold coins
Kain: [[ aaand
Kain: [[ how am i doing this, ive maxed out 3 loot rolls already. well thankfully, I can't get too much, but still
Kain: [[ thats 3/3 art objects... i guess these guys were into jewerly
Blue: [[ you find a diamond the size of a football
Kain: [[ no, i find a football that was turned into diamond
Blue: [[ whatever works
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Kain: [[ and 1 minor object.. and now for the art and minor object orlls
Kain: Alec digs some items out of the pair of bodies... he discovers a small, gold bracelet, a slightly tarnished silvercomb with some moonstones in it, and a small gold idol, shaped into a human form, presumably one of the Occitanian patron saints. A small pouch of gold turns up alongside these.. One of the bodies happened to possess an interesting scimitar, buried beneath everything else. It gleamed a bit, and when Alec brushed the weapon off, it appeared to stand out with a very faint glow. "...Weird."
Kain: "This is a lot of stuff for two people. Looks like there's more, but... I guess it's too broken up- most of this hardly resembles anything anymore..."
Blue: *** Terri glances at the scimitar. "...You can keep everything else, I want the sword."
Kain: "Hang on a second," He lifts it up, brushing it off, attempting to identify the weapon's magical properties.
Kain: "Well, I'll be damned..."
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: ** Meanwhile the dryad would've been finishing up with fixing the burnt patches, seeming somewhat more content
Cpt.Moottorimarkka ®: [[ .*
Kain: He chuckles, turning the blade in hand and holding it by its broad side, out toward Terri. "Come here and take it. I can't really get up, anyway."
Kain: Alec pocketed the rest of what he'd found, piece by piece.
Blue: *** Terri walks over and takes the blade from Alec.
Blue: Terri: Thanks.
Kain: "You're welcome. I think I know why these guys were here. They were probably trying to kill the things that killed them... that's a 'Ghost Touch' weapon.. specifically made for hunting the incorporeal."
Blue: *** Terri gets a feel for the weight of the blade, manipulating it, and makes a slash or two.
Blue: *** Terri remembers the Dryad and puts it down, turning to Alec. "It can hurt people too, right?"
Kain: After he pocketed everything, Alex got to his feet again. "Ugh... yeah, of course.. it's corporeal and incorporeal at the same time... that means ghosts can pull it and move it and block it too, though... so be careful..."
Kain: "Saw a guy throw a knife like that. It got caught and thrown back. Landed in his eye." He shakes his head.
Blue: [[ man, a ghost touch weapon is an awesome thing to have
Kain: [[ it really is
Kain: [[ it's a minor enchant too, so, its not like i just handed you an artifact
Blue: [[ the way i have Spirits set up is, they're kind of like Shadows minus the "dying makes you one" thing
Blue: [[ but if you tried to block a Revenant slashing a spectral weapon at you, it'd just go through your weapon, armor, right to your skin
Blue: [[ and cut you
Kain: [[ but with a ghost touch weapon, you could block it, yeah.
Blue: [[ indeed
Kain: "...Hey, uh... Plant Lady... if it's not too much to ask, could you, perhaps.. do your fancy healin' magic at me?"
Blue: [[ i should ask, what does the scimitar look like?
Blue: [[ just like a stereotypical scimitar?
Kain: [[ it's a steel scimitar, looks like any other, yeah. The only special quality is the enchantment, which makes it glow a little
Kain: [[ that means it faintly illumantes dark areas
Kain: [[ illuminates*
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| | Subject: Re: Terri Solana Mon Jan 16, 2012 2:03 pm | |
| Update no. 2. Taken out of WIP status, part 3 of her bio posted. Inventory modified slightly. I've started using bits of DnD rules to track her skills and for fighting, but rest assured, she hasn't gained or lost anything from this.
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| | Subject: Re: Terri Solana Wed Jan 18, 2012 12:30 pm | |
| Update 4. Her bio is now up to part 5 (I may end up just combining it all into one giant story). I also added the money and loot items she's acquired over the past few days; everything is accounted for, so if you're wondering where I got something just ask. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Terri Solana Thu Jan 19, 2012 12:56 pm | |
| Quadruple posting to announce two things:
- I have added in the rest of Terri's accumulated wealth and adjusted it properly.
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