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The Forest of Helsend

The sun was starting to dip lower into the sky, it was dusk.

Lamp posts were being lit along the roads by now, and most people had gone inside for the evening, but some people stayed outside to enjoy the cool breeze of the weather. It was peaceful. At least, that was what it seemed like. A boy had been sitting on a tree stump, not too far from the tavern. In his hands were a roughed up bit of paper, and a piece of charcoal fit for writing. He was staring. Staring into the forest. Deep between the trees that blocked out the dusky sunlight. It wasn’t very clear what exactly this kid, who wasn’t even 10 yet, was looking directly at. But he was scribbling things onto that paper. He was drawing things he could faintly see.

The trees were about a hundred feet away from the edge of town. How could he possibly see anything? Did he see anything? And where was this boy’s parents? No child should be left alone at that age.

But that forest was watching him.

Meanwhile, the tavern cleared out just a bit, most of the patrons and workers had gone home for the day. There were few people left other than our little band of adventurers. The bartender on the other end of the tavern was doing the usual, cleaning glasses, wiping beer stains, looking attractive, that sort of thing.

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Iris Aderast

Iris Aderast

Gender / Preferred Pronouns: Female. She/Her

Age: 17

Birthday: June 10th

Sexuality: “Don’t ask.”

Personality : Iris is what someone in their 50s might call “weird” or “not right.” Putting aside the fact that she’s entirely uninterested in the opinions of most males she’s met, she also has a weird way of saying things. She’s the kind of person who would say “I don’t look at the future, I look sideways” instead of saying she’s happy with where she is. Iris, for all the odd energy she has surrounding her, is still a nice person, just not overly sweet and joyful. She’s got this atmosphere going on that could only be described as slow. Iris doesn’t move at the world’s pace, but at her own. People are safe around her, and she likes to make sure that doesn’t change, whether she has to do it magically or otherwise.

Iris is easily described as just a chill girl, but she is not afraid to get in someone’s face and be aggressive, and she’s more than willing to give somebody a black eye when they cross the wrong lines. It’s rare to see Iris smile, but it doesn’t mean she isn’t in a good mood, she’s just off like that, at least, that’s how she’d put it.

Appearance: A denim jacket, boots, and tank tops are at least half of the things this girl wears, and I it doesn’t set off the gaydars of some people, their gaydars are off. Her dark brown hair is slightly curly, and goes down to her waist in the back, and down to her shoulders in the front. And it is a mess. A big mess, which is why she always keeps most of it behind her head. Overall, she looks like she puts just a little bit of effort into her looks, but that’s just like her, unworried about appearances, unworried about impressing people. She also has a habit of drawing on her arms, stuff like clouds or random dots, when she’s bored.

Biography: Iris has never met her family and does not even know if any of them are alive. Though she's searched for information about them or their possible whereabouts, she's heard nothing of their doings or deeds in the magical community. Either way, it doesn’t matter to her, or never did. She had a family already, the coven. They taught Iris everything she knew about ghosts, magic, and vampires, and everything in between. She grew up making magical tools to help others or herself, rings made of twine and glass that focus magic energy, or repel monsters. Bracelets that help you heal faster. She was good at that kind of thing. Magic and her adopted family were all she ever knew. That’s all she ever needed in her life. It was simple.

But before now, she was just a wee little baby witch, who some of the elder witches took care of. She would spend most of her days running around the house grabbing flowers and learning to make charms, and the older witches saw that she was pretty good at it so they brought her up learning about it more than most magic, she obviously learned the things they’re all expected to know, but charms were particularly involved in her learning, so now she waits to become a fully fledged witch, not knowing for sure what that will entail. She isn’t sure if there is a test she needs to pass, or if she’s already passed them, but she’s ready for it.

Notable Rumors: Given her newfound magic interests, some people think she’s studying necromancy. She isn’t, though.

Greatest Fear: The thing that scares Iris the most is doing nothing. Things try to take hold of magic powers all the time, and the thought of not being able to stop that, being powerless, is terrifying.

Magic:

Charms and Potions

Iris grew up specializing in creating magical “tools” usable in a variety of ways, she can use these things to help heal someone, or give them a boost to their magic. Need healing? She’s got jars full of healing plants. Need to get really strong? She’s got charms for punching things. These two things tend to go hand in hand, since they’re created in very similar ways. It also comes in handy with her new interest she found.

Golemism

That’s just what she calls it, but lately Iris has been studying the idea of giving motion to inanimate creations, binding sticks and branches together to make a human shape, and supplying that with magic energy. She calls them golems. She physically can’t make them as smart as a human, but she could make them smart enough to preform tasks, like a trained animal. The size of the constructs, or golems as she calls them, appears to be meaningless regarding magic energy. Their intelligence is what affects their strength. Something smart enough to do high school math might last a week or two unchecked, but something with the mind of a dog could last a month. It’s easy to make a golem’s body, just sticks and vines for bones, and a magic “heart” to power it.

These creatures aren’t exactly “alive” but they show behavior similar to a living creature. They’re not sentient, they can’t think for themselves, they’re essentially machines made of magic that Iris can control using a charm specifically designed to link her to any golem she wants to talk with.

Golems

Book of Creatures

It sounds way more sophisticated than it actually is, the name makes it sound like some kind of highly valuable secret book full of untold creatures, but it’s really just information about golemism that’s Iris records in the process. She’s never heard of anyone studying this kind of magic before, so she went in blind. The book is full of heart making methods, charm communication involving the golem, and the shape of some golems.

It looks like a nice sketchbook that you’d find at Walmart. No lines on the pages. The inside flap has a set of “rules” Iris made out of anticipation. If any of the more authoritative witches were to feel concerned with Iris’ work. They could read this book and figure out what she’s up to. There are also other things in this book like less human shapes for golems, like cats or birds.

1) “Don’t use bones, that’s just mean.”
2) “Human intelligence is impossible, and probably dumb”
3) “Golems aren’t witches.”

Other: 9990bf

Here come dat bitch oh shit what up

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Nice

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@Eviledd1984 Yeah, refer time the other characters for making yours if you need some help

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Whoever is playing Grensorrow get ur ass in here

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In a quiet village the size of a town, by a noisy river...

People were busy, but nothing was in a hurry. The earth just seemed to march to a different beat here in Helsend, it’s peaceful in this village. Whether you’re coming from the main road that leads to the other side of things, or if you’re already resting somewhere, you’re no doubt a traveler coming for one thing or another. Helsend hasn’t had a lot of visitors lately, children were running through the street waving sticks under the mid-day sun, farmers were tending to the fields, loggers from the eastern side of Helsend were cutting felled trees into logs, and yet most work had been done for the day, so plenty were catching their breath down at the tavern down by the riverside the people fished in when they had time.

The Yellowgrass Tavern.

A homely place, almost all the working class of Helsend came in through here, and while most of them were human, and lumber workers and farmers, there was an elf or two around somewhere that ran a “fancy” store. Either way, it was friendly in Yellowgrass. It didn’t look like much outside, but when you stepped in, things changed entirely. It was large and airy inside with a large and rectangular fire pit keeping the whole place lit and warm, it seemed quiet until you got closer to the tables with people at them, everyone just kept their voices in check politely for the most part. At the front of the tavern was a row of barstools and someone keeping things tended to. A woman in her 20s wearing the usual tavern clothes, cloth shirt, tied up hair, that sort of thing. The counter was empty since everyone was gathered around out in the open as another tavern worker or two handled the food.

It was calm, but lively in Helsend.

What shall you do?

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I’m thinking we’ll start either tonight or tomorrow, depends on if anyone wants to make a new character I haven’t seen yet.

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We won’t rp in discord we’ll vibe there

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@Kazemitsu yeet that sucker into characters