Oh perfect. So we’ll have a semi-cop, a criminal, and a falsely accused terrorist. This should be good.
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I am totally picturing a pirates of the Caribbean moment where three people each have their weapons trained on each other but with lots of confusion and I’m about it.
I’m trying to figure out what might cause my character to reunite with yours...we can definitely do that it will just take some planning. But I like where you’re going. Ooh ooh unless she is the third, meaning the other two in their reunion eventually realize they need someone who knows the Azurei? There’s so many ways we could do this haha. This is fun.
Also who is Haban? Former military I guessed, but is he still involved? Got ties? Or is he just a civilian now?
I’m trying to figure out what might cause my character to reunite with yours...we can definitely do that it will just take some planning. But I like where you’re going. Ooh ooh unless she is the third, meaning the other two in their reunion eventually realize they need someone who knows the Azurei? There’s so many ways we could do this haha. This is fun.
Also who is Haban? Former military I guessed, but is he still involved? Got ties? Or is he just a civilian now?
The curry is instead of the tomato sauce! Same thing with the sweet chili sauce one.
I’m down for that. I had a thought—if Ridahne is unsuccessfully detained by dogooders she’d make a run for it. Could it be that she finds either Haban or Vilcjo (sorry i don’t know how to do the fancy chevron thing) in a back alley? Vilcjo seems like the kind of guy to hang around those kinds of places often. But like maybe she bumps into one of them and asks for help?
I’m down for that. I had a thought—if Ridahne is unsuccessfully detained by dogooders she’d make a run for it. Could it be that she finds either Haban or Vilcjo (sorry i don’t know how to do the fancy chevron thing) in a back alley? Vilcjo seems like the kind of guy to hang around those kinds of places often. But like maybe she bumps into one of them and asks for help?
Ohhhhh them’s fightin’ words! Do you not like chicken bacon ranch??? BBQ chicken pizza?? I make a mean Thai yellow curry and chicken pizza too. Tsk tsk! It’s not like I’m putting PINEAPPLE on it. Ugh.
Also vfear brought up a good point—-how exactly do we all meet? Because like the idea was that the event happens and bystanders figure out it’s the Azurei involved, so seeing Ridahne she gets blamed for being involved.
But like, does one of your characters tackle her (ps she wouldn’t go down without a fight, or at least trying to run)? Or is that NPC’s? Does she get taken to the authorities or nah? How we doing this?
Also vfear brought up a good point—-how exactly do we all meet? Because like the idea was that the event happens and bystanders figure out it’s the Azurei involved, so seeing Ridahne she gets blamed for being involved.
But like, does one of your characters tackle her (ps she wouldn’t go down without a fight, or at least trying to run)? Or is that NPC’s? Does she get taken to the authorities or nah? How we doing this?
“Can..trips...” it was obvious by the way he swished the word around in his mouth that it was the first time Uban had ever tasted it. He had absolutely no idea what cantrips were. Was that another name for some other element that he didn’t know? Or a technique of some kind? That same perplexed look crossed his face and he paused a moment from his throwing bolts to give her a blinking stare. He shook his head and laughed despite himself. “I’m hopeless,” he said lightly, laughing. “I ain’t an educated man and though I’ve been around, there ain’t much you need to know to sail on a ship. Much less if you’re a pirate.” His grin was wide and wild, his eyes dancing merrily—-his near permanent expression. But he did not mention his severe lack of an education with any hint of inferiority or shame. Uban knew that for most of his life, he had no reason to be educated, and so he wasn’t. He needed to know about the seasons and about the soil and about livestock, some carpentry and other mending. And more recently in his life he needed to know about ships and knots and combat.
“You’ll have to bring me up to speed one of these days, but it will take you a long while.”
They went back and forth for a few more rounds as Hana explained the markings and how they worked; already Uban’s mind was reeling. He had never been able to project his lightning before, and now that he knew the key to unlocking that skill, there were many possibilities open to him. The more he did it, the easier it became and if it weren’t for his dwindling energy, it would have been almost casual the way he flicked it out and sent a bluish streak up into the air to the medallion.
Hana suggested a break and Uban looked down at himself as if assessing his condition for the first time, like he hadn’t noticed. But his hands were shaking gently but steadily, and now that he was thinking about it, his stomach felt violently empty. For a moment, he looked like a child being told to wait to open his birthday presents, like he might protest. But Uban gave a soft laugh and a single nod. “Oh...hah, yeah. Probably a good idea. I could go for some food...where’s Rohaan? I’ll see if I can put him up to finding us some more grub.” When he didn’t see the boy after a quick glance around, he took a step towards where Berlin was seated in the distance and began, “Hey B—“
Uban halted, one foot still in the air in mid step, and then he pivoted on his planted heel and walked back the other direction towards their banked fire. If the cringe on his face wasn’t enough to explain it, he said, “Um, never mind. That’s not a good look the Cap’n’s got on him. Considering I don’t see Rohaan OR Wheel, I’m going to take a wild guess and say something happened. But nothing’s on fire and nobody’s dead, so it must not have been that bad,” he said without a hint of sarcasm or jest. “Still, something ain’t right. If I’m reading Berlin’s expression right, it won’t do any good to get involved. Sometimes with those two, you just gotta put your hands up and take a few steps back ‘till the fire burns itself out. In the meantime, I think I’m going to go rummage the hold and see what else we got to eat down there and see if I can put something together. I’m a miserable cook though. Sorry.” He gave his signature smile, but his eyes were not as bright, not so carefree as they had been.
—-
Rohaan’s fluid body was like a roll of roiling smoke, tentacles curling and reaching and grabbing all at once. He would have preferred to find a fish and rip it apart as a shark, but all the creatures nearby had fled or hid in his presence. It gave him some surprise then when he caught the glimmer of scales out of the corner of his eye and, before he could turn, he heard a voice.
Some muffled part of him wanted to be enraged and lash out at this intruder. But then...he kind of didn’t. He had never seen a mermaid in person before but he’d seen the figurehead of Tevira on the Borealis and had heard Pieter wax poetic about them many times, or seen drawings of them in some of the books Berlin had. She was young and pretty with perfect pale breasts and smooth skin, though that was not what Rohaan noticed about her—he did not care for those things yet. But in the way a fire draws the eye, so Rohaan stared at her. Her scales glittered softly in the water-filtered sunlight, her light hair swirled in delicate patterns as though it was flowing in a slow breeze; it caught the light and gave her a sort of glow. Her eyes were gently curious and her voice as cool and clear as spring dew, like cool hands on flushed skin.
She asked him a question and something inside of him burned to answer, even though typically he would have snarled and snapped at any stranger bold enough to approach him AND ask personal questions. His great tentacles fanned out around him almost like her hair; elegant in a more rustic sort of way. The ends of them, which had been lashing and grabbing and crushing and dropping earlier, were now gently curled this way and that.
“I’m angry at a lot of things,” was his quick answer, the one he would have given to anyone. But almost unbidden, more began to pour out of him. Things he didn’t even know or realize himself. “No...not angry. I mean, yeah. Angry. But mostly scared.” This was more than even Berlin on a good day would be able to get out of him. His skin had stopped pulsating an angry red and was now a cool brownish gray to match the rock he anchored himself to. “I’ve been hurt a lot and I don’t want to be hurt anymore. Especially not by...” he genuinely searched for the word. To call Berlin his friend was making light of it. “My...family,” he decided. Words kept pouring out of him. “I have a lot of enemies. So...my family is important. If they hurt me too, I...don’t know what I’d do. My real family is gone and they’re the only people who have ever cared about me or been kind. I don’t have anything else.”
The desperation in his tone as clear, sharp, and painful to hear. If he’d been in his own shape, he might have cried a little, as the Mermaid’s presence was like a poultice that drew out poison form a wound. Though he wasn’t aware of it now, he would be glad he did not, later. Everything about the exchange was uncharacteristic of him. He did not open up or even take kindly to strangers—he had absolutely no reason to believe that anyone out there had his best interest in mind and always assumed they did not. What was more, he did not discuss deep fears and anxieties with anyone except for Berlin, and even then it would be vague allusions only brought out after serious coaxing by a man who had a magical ability to charm and put others at ease. And yet, he was doing the equivalent of tearing his clothes in a public square, there under the waves where he knew he had always been safe. She tore down the hard-won walls of his inner fortress with only a look and a gentle word.
“You’ll have to bring me up to speed one of these days, but it will take you a long while.”
They went back and forth for a few more rounds as Hana explained the markings and how they worked; already Uban’s mind was reeling. He had never been able to project his lightning before, and now that he knew the key to unlocking that skill, there were many possibilities open to him. The more he did it, the easier it became and if it weren’t for his dwindling energy, it would have been almost casual the way he flicked it out and sent a bluish streak up into the air to the medallion.
Hana suggested a break and Uban looked down at himself as if assessing his condition for the first time, like he hadn’t noticed. But his hands were shaking gently but steadily, and now that he was thinking about it, his stomach felt violently empty. For a moment, he looked like a child being told to wait to open his birthday presents, like he might protest. But Uban gave a soft laugh and a single nod. “Oh...hah, yeah. Probably a good idea. I could go for some food...where’s Rohaan? I’ll see if I can put him up to finding us some more grub.” When he didn’t see the boy after a quick glance around, he took a step towards where Berlin was seated in the distance and began, “Hey B—“
Uban halted, one foot still in the air in mid step, and then he pivoted on his planted heel and walked back the other direction towards their banked fire. If the cringe on his face wasn’t enough to explain it, he said, “Um, never mind. That’s not a good look the Cap’n’s got on him. Considering I don’t see Rohaan OR Wheel, I’m going to take a wild guess and say something happened. But nothing’s on fire and nobody’s dead, so it must not have been that bad,” he said without a hint of sarcasm or jest. “Still, something ain’t right. If I’m reading Berlin’s expression right, it won’t do any good to get involved. Sometimes with those two, you just gotta put your hands up and take a few steps back ‘till the fire burns itself out. In the meantime, I think I’m going to go rummage the hold and see what else we got to eat down there and see if I can put something together. I’m a miserable cook though. Sorry.” He gave his signature smile, but his eyes were not as bright, not so carefree as they had been.
—-
Rohaan’s fluid body was like a roll of roiling smoke, tentacles curling and reaching and grabbing all at once. He would have preferred to find a fish and rip it apart as a shark, but all the creatures nearby had fled or hid in his presence. It gave him some surprise then when he caught the glimmer of scales out of the corner of his eye and, before he could turn, he heard a voice.
Some muffled part of him wanted to be enraged and lash out at this intruder. But then...he kind of didn’t. He had never seen a mermaid in person before but he’d seen the figurehead of Tevira on the Borealis and had heard Pieter wax poetic about them many times, or seen drawings of them in some of the books Berlin had. She was young and pretty with perfect pale breasts and smooth skin, though that was not what Rohaan noticed about her—he did not care for those things yet. But in the way a fire draws the eye, so Rohaan stared at her. Her scales glittered softly in the water-filtered sunlight, her light hair swirled in delicate patterns as though it was flowing in a slow breeze; it caught the light and gave her a sort of glow. Her eyes were gently curious and her voice as cool and clear as spring dew, like cool hands on flushed skin.
She asked him a question and something inside of him burned to answer, even though typically he would have snarled and snapped at any stranger bold enough to approach him AND ask personal questions. His great tentacles fanned out around him almost like her hair; elegant in a more rustic sort of way. The ends of them, which had been lashing and grabbing and crushing and dropping earlier, were now gently curled this way and that.
“I’m angry at a lot of things,” was his quick answer, the one he would have given to anyone. But almost unbidden, more began to pour out of him. Things he didn’t even know or realize himself. “No...not angry. I mean, yeah. Angry. But mostly scared.” This was more than even Berlin on a good day would be able to get out of him. His skin had stopped pulsating an angry red and was now a cool brownish gray to match the rock he anchored himself to. “I’ve been hurt a lot and I don’t want to be hurt anymore. Especially not by...” he genuinely searched for the word. To call Berlin his friend was making light of it. “My...family,” he decided. Words kept pouring out of him. “I have a lot of enemies. So...my family is important. If they hurt me too, I...don’t know what I’d do. My real family is gone and they’re the only people who have ever cared about me or been kind. I don’t have anything else.”
The desperation in his tone as clear, sharp, and painful to hear. If he’d been in his own shape, he might have cried a little, as the Mermaid’s presence was like a poultice that drew out poison form a wound. Though he wasn’t aware of it now, he would be glad he did not, later. Everything about the exchange was uncharacteristic of him. He did not open up or even take kindly to strangers—he had absolutely no reason to believe that anyone out there had his best interest in mind and always assumed they did not. What was more, he did not discuss deep fears and anxieties with anyone except for Berlin, and even then it would be vague allusions only brought out after serious coaxing by a man who had a magical ability to charm and put others at ease. And yet, he was doing the equivalent of tearing his clothes in a public square, there under the waves where he knew he had always been safe. She tore down the hard-won walls of his inner fortress with only a look and a gentle word.
Super fun!
Meanwhile imma eat this Thai sweet chili chicken pizza I’m making right now. Omnomnom.
Meanwhile imma eat this Thai sweet chili chicken pizza I’m making right now. Omnomnom.
Idk about you guys but I think I have a pretty chill day ahead of me. You all wanna do some writing today?
If Uban's expression had been dull and uncomprehending before, he looked even more like a simpleton trying to understand why it rained as he blinked stupidly. Particles..? In the air? A vague paranoia hovered briefly over him as he wondered what kinds of things he was breathing in without even knowing; one hand swatted lightly at the air in a small motion as if to try and catch one of these mystery particles.
"Well..of course I don't use...grammars," he said simply. "This," he said, bringing up a little arc between his fingers, "Was not something I learned to do. It just happened. Quite suddenly, actually," he said with a laugh. "Did anyone ever tell you how I ended up here? I used to be a farmer in a tiny town, and one night I was drunk and I got into a bit of a row with my childhood rival. Just a little one. I went to shove him, right in is chest, and the magic in me chose that moment to suddenly come alive. Killed him instantly. Stopped his heart by total accident--I didn't even know what I did at first. I was eighteen," he admitted, then casually continued as if it was only a recap of the weather, "and they carted me of to prison where I lost this..." he wiggled his stump-finger. "But that's another story." He winked impishly. "Nah, my magic works like Berlin's--have him show you sometime. And a bit like Rohaan's, though it's hard to compare that with mine. It just...is."
Uban gave a casual shrug and watched her throw the medallion into the air in a wide, lazy arc. Uban had found the object once with his senses; he did not need to use much effort to do it again. Now that he knew it was there, all he had to do was reach out for it and he would find it like a familiar step in the darkness. Uban closed his eyes; it was easier to feel with them shut. Keeping his arc small, he confidently extended his arm and pushed the lightning outward. It leapt forward and hit the medallion with uncanny accuracy as if it were an iron ball and the medallion was a loden stone. It gave a small crack and pushed the medallion slightly off course as it plunked down into the sand.
Uban was still bubbling with excitement. "I can feel it!" he said. "Like...like a heartbeat. Or..well it isn't a heartbeat, it doesn't have one. But in that same way you can reach out and feel something. And I have a connection with it now that I've 'found' it. I could hit that thing from anywhere--within range. What is my range...? Anyway, it's like, like a lightning rod some folks use to keep the lightning off their thatched rooves? Like a...Like..." Words failed him, so he clapped his two hands together like they'd been drawn in by some force.
Uban closed his eyes, feeling outward again. Still, all he could feel was her and the medallion. "Huh. I wonder...bear with me." Uban moved toward her, reaching out to wipe away the muddy mark she'd drawn on her face as casually as if he were a groomsman brushing a fly away from a horse. Eyes shut again for a moment, he frowned curiously and said, "Aha! I can't feel you now that the mark is gone. Can you draw them on something else? A rock or a piece of wood? Tell me, what are those marks you drew on yourself? What are they for, what do they mean?" He was practically rambling and he did not seem to notice that his hands were shaking a little from exertion.
--
Berlin said nothing about it, but as he watched Pieter return to him, there was an appreciative look in his stormy eyes. Berlin hadn't seen where he went, but he guessed enough. Rohaan was the most capable waterman Berlin had ever met, so he didn't worry too much about him being alone, though he appreciated the idea that someone at least might have an eye on him nonetheless. The two sat in amiable silence, as they were prone to do. He'd filled his own pipe again and was blowing more smoke than a blacksmith's forge, his stomach twisting.
"I've got half a mind to go down there you know," he said, his tone sullen. "I'm not a great free diver, but maybe the gesture would be enough to coax him out." He gave a heavy sigh. "Nothing for it though. If he wanted to be found, he wouldn't have gone where I can't follow. He'll come up when he's good and ready," he said, very obviously trying to convince himself and not Pieter. "And then it'll be Tavalor all over again. Except, I suppose that at the very least, we do speak the same language now. That counts for something." Of course. He'd done this before and it was much more difficult then than it would be now. He had endured growls and snarls, the snapping of teeth and the swiping of claws. It had been a hard road, but he did manage it. He could do this.
Berlin's eyes wandered, remembering as if with a sudden panic that he had more crew to look after and he realized he didn't know how they all were doing. He'd accounted for Wheel, but not Uban and Hana. He saw them chatting, smiling, and Uban had finally managed to turn his lightning into some kind of projectile in one way or another. Good. "Well, looks like I did something right today," he mused, glad for a tiny piece of good luck.
---
It's a very difficult thing to be enraged under water. For one, the water itself slowed down most movements and made Rohaan feel weightless (something he only found irritating at the moment). It muffled angry cries, and it was impossible for him to spit fire. Bitterly, the azure-eyed octopus settled for crushing things instead. While he couldn't really explode and yell and roar and burn, Rohaan was alone. More than anything, he wanted that right then. He just felt so...felt...so... Agh!
The octopus pulsed a violent red, though no sea creature was around to see it. Rohaan and the crew discovered early on that wherever the boy went, dogs barked madly at him, horses spooked and whinnied nervously, and whales keenly avoided him. Animals, particularly those that are primarily prey animals, feared him. When asked about it, Rohaan had once explained the belief that animals can sense the shifter's Khiv'estanye, their 'true alternate' form. Those that had predators as their favorite alternate form consistently had trouble with animals.
He didn't know what he felt. Frustrated, for sure. Angry, and more than a little hurt. And other things he couldn't quite put a name to. Berlin had never done that to him. Ever. The man had cooled him down, or held him still for a medical procedure. He had even made Rohaan more prone to being quiet once, though that was a sort of vague influence that he could have fought against if he'd tried. And every time Berlin did use his magic on him, he usually explained why he was doing it. Rohaan learned quickly that Berlin had powers of persuasion and it was only after he was certain that Berlin would not abuse this power that Rohaan began to trust him. Rohaan saw this restraint and respected it, deeming Berlin a decent man in his book. With Berlin, he had always been free. He was not a prisoner, nor a slave, and if Rohaan had the mind to, there was nothing keeping him from leaving but his own free will.
But what he had just experienced was...he shivered. It was like all that he knew about his relationship with Berlin had been upended. Or at least, that's how he felt. His underlying anxiety about facing the Barizians again was made worse by the fact that his safe haven, his protector, his mentor, had very seriously breached his trust. Where was he supposed to turn?
"Well..of course I don't use...grammars," he said simply. "This," he said, bringing up a little arc between his fingers, "Was not something I learned to do. It just happened. Quite suddenly, actually," he said with a laugh. "Did anyone ever tell you how I ended up here? I used to be a farmer in a tiny town, and one night I was drunk and I got into a bit of a row with my childhood rival. Just a little one. I went to shove him, right in is chest, and the magic in me chose that moment to suddenly come alive. Killed him instantly. Stopped his heart by total accident--I didn't even know what I did at first. I was eighteen," he admitted, then casually continued as if it was only a recap of the weather, "and they carted me of to prison where I lost this..." he wiggled his stump-finger. "But that's another story." He winked impishly. "Nah, my magic works like Berlin's--have him show you sometime. And a bit like Rohaan's, though it's hard to compare that with mine. It just...is."
Uban gave a casual shrug and watched her throw the medallion into the air in a wide, lazy arc. Uban had found the object once with his senses; he did not need to use much effort to do it again. Now that he knew it was there, all he had to do was reach out for it and he would find it like a familiar step in the darkness. Uban closed his eyes; it was easier to feel with them shut. Keeping his arc small, he confidently extended his arm and pushed the lightning outward. It leapt forward and hit the medallion with uncanny accuracy as if it were an iron ball and the medallion was a loden stone. It gave a small crack and pushed the medallion slightly off course as it plunked down into the sand.
Uban was still bubbling with excitement. "I can feel it!" he said. "Like...like a heartbeat. Or..well it isn't a heartbeat, it doesn't have one. But in that same way you can reach out and feel something. And I have a connection with it now that I've 'found' it. I could hit that thing from anywhere--within range. What is my range...? Anyway, it's like, like a lightning rod some folks use to keep the lightning off their thatched rooves? Like a...Like..." Words failed him, so he clapped his two hands together like they'd been drawn in by some force.
Uban closed his eyes, feeling outward again. Still, all he could feel was her and the medallion. "Huh. I wonder...bear with me." Uban moved toward her, reaching out to wipe away the muddy mark she'd drawn on her face as casually as if he were a groomsman brushing a fly away from a horse. Eyes shut again for a moment, he frowned curiously and said, "Aha! I can't feel you now that the mark is gone. Can you draw them on something else? A rock or a piece of wood? Tell me, what are those marks you drew on yourself? What are they for, what do they mean?" He was practically rambling and he did not seem to notice that his hands were shaking a little from exertion.
--
Berlin said nothing about it, but as he watched Pieter return to him, there was an appreciative look in his stormy eyes. Berlin hadn't seen where he went, but he guessed enough. Rohaan was the most capable waterman Berlin had ever met, so he didn't worry too much about him being alone, though he appreciated the idea that someone at least might have an eye on him nonetheless. The two sat in amiable silence, as they were prone to do. He'd filled his own pipe again and was blowing more smoke than a blacksmith's forge, his stomach twisting.
"I've got half a mind to go down there you know," he said, his tone sullen. "I'm not a great free diver, but maybe the gesture would be enough to coax him out." He gave a heavy sigh. "Nothing for it though. If he wanted to be found, he wouldn't have gone where I can't follow. He'll come up when he's good and ready," he said, very obviously trying to convince himself and not Pieter. "And then it'll be Tavalor all over again. Except, I suppose that at the very least, we do speak the same language now. That counts for something." Of course. He'd done this before and it was much more difficult then than it would be now. He had endured growls and snarls, the snapping of teeth and the swiping of claws. It had been a hard road, but he did manage it. He could do this.
Berlin's eyes wandered, remembering as if with a sudden panic that he had more crew to look after and he realized he didn't know how they all were doing. He'd accounted for Wheel, but not Uban and Hana. He saw them chatting, smiling, and Uban had finally managed to turn his lightning into some kind of projectile in one way or another. Good. "Well, looks like I did something right today," he mused, glad for a tiny piece of good luck.
---
It's a very difficult thing to be enraged under water. For one, the water itself slowed down most movements and made Rohaan feel weightless (something he only found irritating at the moment). It muffled angry cries, and it was impossible for him to spit fire. Bitterly, the azure-eyed octopus settled for crushing things instead. While he couldn't really explode and yell and roar and burn, Rohaan was alone. More than anything, he wanted that right then. He just felt so...felt...so... Agh!
The octopus pulsed a violent red, though no sea creature was around to see it. Rohaan and the crew discovered early on that wherever the boy went, dogs barked madly at him, horses spooked and whinnied nervously, and whales keenly avoided him. Animals, particularly those that are primarily prey animals, feared him. When asked about it, Rohaan had once explained the belief that animals can sense the shifter's Khiv'estanye, their 'true alternate' form. Those that had predators as their favorite alternate form consistently had trouble with animals.
He didn't know what he felt. Frustrated, for sure. Angry, and more than a little hurt. And other things he couldn't quite put a name to. Berlin had never done that to him. Ever. The man had cooled him down, or held him still for a medical procedure. He had even made Rohaan more prone to being quiet once, though that was a sort of vague influence that he could have fought against if he'd tried. And every time Berlin did use his magic on him, he usually explained why he was doing it. Rohaan learned quickly that Berlin had powers of persuasion and it was only after he was certain that Berlin would not abuse this power that Rohaan began to trust him. Rohaan saw this restraint and respected it, deeming Berlin a decent man in his book. With Berlin, he had always been free. He was not a prisoner, nor a slave, and if Rohaan had the mind to, there was nothing keeping him from leaving but his own free will.
But what he had just experienced was...he shivered. It was like all that he knew about his relationship with Berlin had been upended. Or at least, that's how he felt. His underlying anxiety about facing the Barizians again was made worse by the fact that his safe haven, his protector, his mentor, had very seriously breached his trust. Where was he supposed to turn?
Ridahne plus a smart ass is always some good fun. Jump on in whenever you feel works for you.
LAME okay how's this...
discord.gg/aaZtEZP
Brief summation of Ridahne:
Elegant in movements but rough in personality. Is the last person you'd pick for a diplomat--you're better off sending her to intimidate rather than make peace. Fiery, obstinate, proud, bold, passionate. Thinks very little of other's opinions of her unless they mean something to her--this is a very very select few crowd. Does not suffer fools but very much enjoys beer and pizza.
Azurei people in general:
Serious, traditional, a strong 'us and them' mindset, not known for their technological advances, art, or wealth. They are warriors, as a culture, though they don't always have the best military tech or anything. Also well known for their intricate tattoos (particularly on their faces) and for their silver mines.
discord.gg/aaZtEZP
Brief summation of Ridahne:
Elegant in movements but rough in personality. Is the last person you'd pick for a diplomat--you're better off sending her to intimidate rather than make peace. Fiery, obstinate, proud, bold, passionate. Thinks very little of other's opinions of her unless they mean something to her--this is a very very select few crowd. Does not suffer fools but very much enjoys beer and pizza.
Azurei people in general:
Serious, traditional, a strong 'us and them' mindset, not known for their technological advances, art, or wealth. They are warriors, as a culture, though they don't always have the best military tech or anything. Also well known for their intricate tattoos (particularly on their faces) and for their silver mines.
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