dreamingflowers

Ossvien

Time: Dawn
Location: Mermaid's Fortune cabins
Interactions: @Tae
Ambience: Surgeons cabin

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Nur wasn't surprised in the least at the men's reaction to the new female crew member. What did surprise her however was the pang of jealousy she was feeling. She ignored the girls compliments and kept a steady pace towards the cabins, not once looking over her shoulder to see if she was actually following. They had been out at sea for weeks and despite having a woman as a captain, the rest of the crew were predominantly men. Honestly Nur didn't even count the captain as a woman, at least not one she was in competition with, that was a battle she knew to avoid. That just left the cook with a few scullery maids, herself and now this new girl. Nur liked her status as the shiny new treasure of the Mermaid's Fortune and it looked like some of her shine was beginning to dull. It made her feel uneasy. It was important for her to be needed by the crew, for more than her skills as a surgeon. Which were somewhat lackluster without the assistance of her waning magic. She didn't want to think what would happen if she lost her value.

She pushed open the doors to the cabins, putting her entire weight into it. The doors flung open strangely fast, almost as if someone was....
"Aye ladies, please enter our humble abode" A man carrying a barrel under one arm held the door. Nur vaguely recognized him, he was always stalking around in the belly of the ship, making sure the Mermaid's Fortune would not end up at the bottom of the ocean.

"I need to borrow these..." She said looking up with a cheeky smile. He was a good head taller than both girls. Nur relieved him of his key ring, swiftly untying the cord on the mans belt. He let out a grunt of approval and shifted the barrel under his arm.
"We'll get out of your hair now" Nur said, realizing the man had little left she added.
"Or well you know what I mean...." She bit her lip trying not to laugh at her own joke, realizing she would have to see him to return his keys. She ducked underneath his outstretched arm. After they were inside the man released the door ,making his way onto the deck.

The first time she had been down the cabins she was surprised to find there weren´t that many of them. The surgeons room was close to the kitchens as they often required the same materials and supplies. Nur used the stove to distill sea water to treat wounds. A time consuming process which she despised. Apart from herself only the captain and the first mate had private chambers. The rest of the crew stayed in hammocks or on the floors of a shared living area. Out of sheer boredom Nur had familiarized herself with everyone´s sleeping quarters. It was always good to know who stayed where.

"Follow me." Nur walked with purpose towards the far end of the hallway, most hammocks close to the deck were already taken when she joined the crew. Their owners wanted as less of a distance between the deck and their beds as possible, mostly because they were unable to reach their bunk drunk. It was not surprising to find them sleeping in the hallway, a bottle of rum in hand. It gave her a sinful amount of pleasure to douse them with cold water in the mornings. For medical purposes of course...

As soon as she reached the door of the first bunk with an empty bed to spare Nur turned around to face the girl. She made sure they were alone before speaking. Hopefully this piece of advice wouldn't come back to bite her in the ass later. It was completely against her better judgment. Part of her simply pitied the girl, who would most likely be eaten alive as soon as they set sail.
"Let me give you a piece of advice." Nur began, unlocking the door and walking inside. She heard footsteps coming towards them, or away she couldn't tell yet. Just to be sure no one heard them, she shut the door.

She looked at the girl, noticing she really wasn't wearing all that much. They were about the same height and she was actually pretty too. Carrying just one sack of belongings and a violin. The sack made Nur raise a brow. When she boarded the ship two men had to carry her belongings to her room. Chests and boxes filled with all kinds of things.
"Life on deck isn't easy, especially for girls like us." Nur pointed out with a hint of contempt in her voice.

She gestured to the way the girl was dressed to make her next point.
"You should use what you have to make your life easier, get the boys to do what you want, instead of the other way around"

It was as warm of a welcome as she could muster. On this ship it was every woman for herself. With a final nod she left the room. There was enough work left to do. Her cabin was a mess and she needed to organize the new supplies, preferably before they set sail. In case of an emergency.

Ossvien

Double posted >.<

Ossvien

Time: Dawn
Location: Parlay Cay
Interactions: @Tae @Funnyguy @Helo @Legion02
Ambience: Seaside banter

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A midst the hassle and bustle of the deck a young woman sat perched on top of a crate. Her lips were slightly parted while she looked into a mirror with the utmost concentration. In her hand she held a small brush which she had dipped into a tiny jar of kohl. With expert precision and a well practiced hand she began to frame her eyes. The first attempt was crooked to which she let out an irritated breath. The young sailor who was holding the mirror for her bit his lip and got visibly worried. The slight swaying of the ship made it hard to hold the mirror in one place, also the robe of the young woman kept moving in the wind. It gradually revealed part of her leg, creeping upwards when the wind intensified. The man swallowed hard and lowered the mirror, he needed to take a breather.

"It can't be that heavy..." Nur said, wanting to sound witty, but sounding distracted instead. She tried to follow the mirror as it moved. Her witty remark was lost on the sailor. She put the brush away into the pocket of her robe. The robe reached down to her calves. It was made of an expensive kind of lilac silk with embroidered butterflies fluttering on the sleeves and bottom portion of the robe. Nur looked at the sailor and smirked slightly when she realized why he wasn't paying any attention to the task she'd given him. When they locked eyes he shamefully looked away, his tan face slightly flushed.

Nur looked completely out of place between the working crowd on deck. Not only because she hadn't bothered to dress herself in proper clothes, she also wasn't making a single attempt to assist with the heavy lifting. That was exactly the way she liked things. There was fresh meat coming aboard today, according to the captain. Nur had already acquired her personal scrap of meat for the morning. A handsome and gullible fisherman's son, who was more than happy to assist her in her morning beauty routine. She took out a set of hairpins from a box next to her. Equally as lavish as her robe, the twisted metal was bejeweled with all kinds of precious stones.

Further down the deck she noticed some of the crew were gathering around a girl with feline features, as in a literal set of cat ears and a tail. A demi-human most likely. Now she understood why they were gathered around like bees to honey. Nur watched the interaction with an amused expression on her face as she began to pin strands of hair atop her head. The sailor immediately held up her mirror once again, without her needing to say anything at all. Malek's unmistakable voice boomed across the deck. The incessant yelling of the first mate, made her drop the pin she was holding. It slipped from her fingers and made a clicking sound when it fell on the wood floor of the ship. Nur did not bother to pick it up, or move from her seat for that matter. She simply took out another one and resumed what she was doing.

The sailor scratched the back of his head with his free hand, shuffling his feet on the floor. He was getting anxious.
"Isn't your name Nur..?" He asked, already knowing the answer. Perhaps only if he was drunk would he ever forget the name of such a beautiful girl as she.
"It is...." She pursed her lips and took a long look at herself, trying to debate if she was satisfied.
"So..I..maybe you should go out there..?" The sailor suggested, not sounding too sure of himself.

"Is someone dying?"

"Well no..but.." Before he could say anymore Nur rose from the crate and bent down to retrieve the fallen pin. She got up, and when she rose she was confronted with the most unpleasant sight. That disturbing witch of a man Aharuhn was eyeing up the new girl like a fresh load of fish. This was enough to urge the challenged surgeon to spring into action. First however some payback. She moved the part of her hair which remained unpinned from her shoulders onto her back and narrowed her eyes. She brandished the pin in her hand, taking aim. With a forceful flick of her wrist she threw it at the head of the first mate.

She rushed down the stairs and reached the edge of the ship in mere moments, despite of her size. Even Aodh the hot blooded djin was hovering over the girl. An annoyed expression sat on her otherwise lovely features.

"Don't mind these vultures" Nur said to the feline demi-human, adjusting the ties of her robe. She took the hand of the demi-human and pulled her away from Aodh and the others with surprising strength, giving them a deathly glare. Nur summoned her most unpleasant scowl for Aharuhn.

"And you..." She said turning to the sorcerer. Actually she didn't even want to bother thinking up some insult or other. She simply left the conversation at that. Nur gestured for the girl to follow her up the stairs.

Avalia

Time: Late morning
Location: Roshmi city infirmary
Interactions: @Potter @dezuel @hide on mana
Ambience: Battle for the dead

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The repetitive motion of his fingers tracing along the strings of his lyre relaxed the young faun. The new human who'd appeared was kind and showed her sympathy which Ilan appreciated. He stopped playing and fastened the instrument on his back. He turned towards her and took the opportunity to look at her more closely, discreetly of course, without overtly staring. Without any distractions he could now clearly see she was also a human. She was not very tall and light in every sense of the word. Her hair and skin were a pale color and she didn't appear to be heavy at all. If Ilan didn't know any better she may well have been a child, but the way she carried herself confirmed she wasn't. Another human had come into his care. Hopefully he would do better this time. He wouldn't know what to do if the same thing happened to her. He truly wished he had the guidance of his wise grandmother in a time like this.

She had gone to lean against the wall in absence of a chair for her to sit on. Ilan walked over to her and held out his hand in greeting, smiling softly.
"I'm Ilan...."
He rubbed his nose lightly, not really knowing what to say next. He tried his best regardless.
"I know this world must be strange to you, and you have many questions"
"Humans are kind of like heroes in this world, who have magical powers to defeat the evil King."

Ilan looked around for some unseen threat, lowering his voice to a whisper, fearing even the walls had ears.
"Which is why you are in danger...."

He thought it best not to scare her any further. They would travel to a safe place soon, where he could answer any other questions she might have. Ilan reached inside his traveling bag to retrieve a bruised summer peach. He handed it to her with a slight apologetic smile on his face, feeling a little embarrassed. A small gesture of kindness was important during hard times.

"You must be hungry"

It would be best not to linger too long, for both of their sakes. Ilan glanced towards the door to see if any of the healers were close by. He didn't see familiar burgundy robes crossing the hallway. Someone else did enter the room, he was wearing a hood also, just not the kind the healers wore. Despite his white robes, something about him made Ilan shiver. He approached the bed and Ilan held his breath, feeling something terrible was going to happen. The stranger plunged a hidden dagger right into the chest of the deceased, close to the heart. Ilan eye's widened in fear and he screamed, covering his mouth immediately. He stumbled backwards until he almost bumped into the walls behind him. The man was ordering him to lift up the dead man. Ilan was horrified, he should be left to rest. He'd gone through enough terrors in his life. This hooded man must be someone who wanted the reward....

"Why...why are you doing this!?"
Ilan asked in a shaky voice, his legs were trembling beneath him. He tried to make it stop and think of something to do. He did not feel confident he could use the magic of his lyre, he was too frightened to concentrate on the notes. Taking out his slingshot would take too long, and the room wasn't large enough for him to get a good shot.

Ilan glanced sideways to the human girl, she was closest to the door, maybe she could make a run for it. Another stranger entered. He wore a mask and addressed to man in white robes. He was a dark elf!? Did the Lich king know their location already? The idea filled Ilan with a sense of dread. The faun slowly inched closer to the human, having decided for now the masked stranger seemed to be on their side. He was armed with bladed fans.

"Be careful.."
Ilan whispered quietly to the vulpine.

Ossvien

Runaway Witch

Nur Fatin ⋆ 18 ⋆ Female ⋆ Witch

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Appearance

Height:

5'3

Weight:

110 pounds

Hair Color:

Raven

Eye Color:

Misty grey

Skin Tone:

Smooth alabaster

Brief Clothes Description:

Nur enjoys everything colorful and beautiful. She dresses in off the shoulder blouses with plunging necklines, curve hugging corsets of painted leather and full skirts of many colors and materials. Beauty before practicality. Infinitely feminine Nur invests many hours on her appearance. She favors solid skirts to bring out the details of the leatherwork on her corsets and the embroidery on her blouses and shawls. Sparkling jewels adorn her neck, ears and wrists. The metalwork is twisted to resemble flowers of all kinds.

Kind ⋆ Playful ⋆ Shallow ⋆ Devious

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆Perfume
⋆Honey cakes
*Silk
⋆Having fun with the boys
*Putting make up on the girls

Dislikes:

⋆Hard manual labor (That's why we have the boys)
⋆Not getting her way
⋆Performing difficult and tasking spells
*Infected wounds
*Wool (It makes her skin itch)

Fears:

⋆Going back home
⋆Being captured by other pirates
⋆The spirits which take over her mind and body during some spells

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Nur loves to be around people, especially men, who for some reason always seem to give her what she wants. When it comes to women and older men she usually has to feel them out a little. Get an idea on their motives, weak spots. Nur has to know someone well enough in order for them to seize being a threat. Her mind is only settled after she's found a way to twist someone around her finger.
She's known to be selfish and somewhat mean when around people she doesn't know or trust. Every women for herself. If she gives you something and you barely know her, expect there to be strings or some ulterior motive. Nur will be endlessly kind and share all of her laughter, love and riches with the few she trusts. The lengths to which she will go to save someone else is entirely reliant on the relationship Nur has with them. She has no difficulty in selecting friends according to their (emotional) value, like sorting out a box of precious jewels. In this sense Nur is a very practical girl, letting her head guide her instead of her heart when it comes to survival.

On a whole Nur has a pleasant aura around her, she rarely has ill intentions and prefers to poke fun and joke around. She can be incredibly impatient, childish even, when she doesn't get what she wants. Be it material or emotional. She is not afraid to stand up to men, especially when they are easily charmed. Few things make her anxious and she doesn't let that show. If you know her well, these things would surprise you. Affairs of the bedroom and casting greater spells are for reasons unbeknownst to even Nur herself a source of misery. Nur is quick on her feet, witty and always wants to have the last laugh. Surprisingly clever she always has something to say. Don't let her out of your sight.

Nur relies on her looks and charm to manipulate people which works well most of the time, but it cancels out groups who aren't susceptible to her womanly ways, like other women and the elderly. She has a hard time befriending or finding common ground with less feminine women, and elderly men especially inspire a sense of displeasure in the young girl. Nur loves to joke around when the joke is not on her. Don't rip her clothes or throw her into a pile of rotten fish, because she'll likely never speak to you again. She stays up till the moon is high up in the sky and sleeps in till late mornings, which isn't always convenient given her position as a surgeon. When she's overextended herself taking care of patients or attempting to cast difficult spells, she needs to sleep. Otherwise she'll either fall asleep on the spot or even faint.

Carefree ⋆ Traditional ⋆ Caged

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Background

Occupation

Surgeon

Which ship are you on?

Mermaid's Fortune

Living Immediate Family Members:

Mother, father, two older brothers and a younger sister.

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Everyone is still alive and hell-bent on getting her back.

Current and Past Lover(s):

Drustan Hier (A young man she was arranged to marry before she left)

History:
- Born into a loving (over)protective family.
- Spent her childhood traveling to different places as part of a caravan.
- Taught witchcraft by the women in her environment, including her grandmother and mother.
- Grew up to be a beautiful young girl, fit to marry well.
- Rebelled against the idea of an arranged marriage.
- Something happened when she planned to leave, which Nur can't remember. The event caused her magic to fade.
- Fled the caravan and hid away on a pirate ship.

Witchcraft ⋆ Skilled healer ⋆ Fading mystical arts

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Quick on her feet
⋆Knows how to use a dagger, laced with a rare poison
⋆Not as dainty as she convinces you to think

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆Possession by spirits draw a lot of strength from her, leaving her needing to rest for hours, sometimes days.
*Physically she does not have a lot of strength
*Without her mandatory cup of herbal tea she'll get seasick easily.

Magic or ability (if applicable):

Nur is a witch who has for some reason lost a lot of her raw magical power and skill. Many spells she used to be able to cast without problems have become a harrowing ordeal. Instead she relies on her knowledge of botany and the healing arts to act as the surgeon of the ship. She wouldn't want you to know this, but there are a lot of things she can't treat, not having finished her studies before she ran away. Her magic is unreliable and sometimes dangerous to both herself and those around her. She stole a book of weather related spells from her grandmother. The magic of the book goes far beyond her knowledge and capability, hence she rarely uses it. The spells summons spirits of the wind, sun and sea to possess her body and mind.

Ossvien

Mira

Mira Mokosh ⋆ 92 ⋆ Female ⋆ Merfolk

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Appearance

Height:

5'3

Weight:

110 pounds

Hair Color:

Copper

Eye Color:

It is always changing between blue and green

Skin Tone:

Rosy with a scattering of freckles across the center of her face

Brief Clothes Description:

Her typical dress is made up out of a linen blouse, a leather corset along with a heavy skirt and tights to cover her legs. She favors a subdued color scheme of greys, blues and greens. Mira treats her clothes like armor, the more layers, the more she feels protected. Rarely seen without a crochet shawl wrapped around her shoulders. Handmade by Mira herself, it fades in color from blue to green, decorated with small shells and pearls, sewn along the edge of the shawl.

Empathetic ⋆ Dignified ⋆ Melancholic ⋆ Private

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆Wood carvings
⋆Books
*Taking a bath
⋆Fish pie
*Pearls

Dislikes:

⋆Violence
⋆Rudeness
⋆Her status as a widow
*Small mindedness
*Hot weather

Fears:

⋆Losing her memories
⋆The remaining 200 years of her life
⋆Falling in love

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Mira keeps to herself. She interacts with others when it is required, rarely going out of her way to speak to someone on her own accord. It is not that she does not like people, she does, especially since it is her job to take care of the health and wellbeing of the crew. The rules of social interaction and the effort it takes for her to adhere to these rules are tiresome. Simply put, pretending to be happy adds to the constant feeling of weariness she experiences most days. No amount of sleep or rest seems to be able to revive her dulled spirit.

Before she was griefstricken Mira was a selfless and kind young woman, she still is but to a much lesser extent. Often absorbed into her own thoughts and feelings, there is at times not enough room in her broken heart to be kind. She is not mean instead, she simply comes across as indifferent or uncaring. She will still save and protect others before herself, despite being disconnected at times. Mira is not afraid to die. These benevolent aspects of her character win out over her gloom.

It is truly a challenge to anger her. Mira possesses the calm and patient demeanor befitting her age. With the years came understanding, in human years she would be an old crone. She never confronts or seeks out opportunities for confrontation. Mira thinks before she speaks, choosing her words carefully. She is a gentle yet forceful presence. While Mira is not afraid to die she is not foolish. She is brave when no one else can fulfill that task. Her ever present anxiety has faded as she's gotten older, to a point where she barely fears anything anymore. Her life experience has taught her many things. It makes it seem like she's quick to react to situations but she's seen it happen before and draws from her experience.

She is not dimwitted by any means, Mira can read and write, but has never had a formal education as she didn't need it. You could say she's not a studied or booksmart woman. Her withdrawn demeanor sometimes makes it difficult for her to form relationships. She can appreciate a good joke, but doesn't know many herself. As much as she tries to put on a good face, anyone with at least a shred of sense can tell she's sad.

Romantic ⋆ Happy ⋆ Heartbreak

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Background

Occupation

Surgeon

Which ship are you on?

Mermaid's Fortune

Living Immediate Family Members:

Mira has a living family beneath the sea. She hasn't seen or spoken to them in over 70 years

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Not that she knows of

Current and Past Lover(s):

Derick Halloran †

History:
- Born into a loving traditional family.
- Spent her childhood and part of her teens in the sea.
- Felt like she did not belong, something was missing from her life.
- Ventured out onto the surface of the sea.
- Was captured by a ship of fishermen.
- Saved by her future lover and husband.
- Marriage and children.
- Forced to move away as she did not age along with Derick.
- Visited her family in disguise over the years.
- Finally returned when Derick began to lose his mind in old age.
- Took care of her husband until he passed away.

Healing song ⋆ Powerful healer ⋆ Grief stricken

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Strong swimmer (as a human and mermaid)
⋆Can breath underwater
⋆Can withstand cold (as a human and mermaid)

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆Small stature
⋆Not very strong, she needs the element of surprise
⋆Needs to return to the sea every three days

Magic or ability (if applicable):

Mira's merfolk heritage allows her to transform her legs into a scaly fin, breath underwater, live for centuries and use her voice to heal.

Nur

Nur Fatin ⋆ 18 ⋆ Female ⋆ Witch

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Appearance

Height:

5'3

Weight:

110 pounds

Hair Color:

Raven

Eye Color:

Misty grey

Skin Tone:

Smooth alabaster

Brief Clothes Description:

Nur enjoys everything colorful and beautiful. She dresses in off the shoulder blouses with plunging necklines, curve hugging corsets of painted leather and full skirts of many colors and materials. Beauty before practicality. Infinitely feminine Nur invests many hours on her appearance. She favors solid skirts to bring out the details of the leatherwork on her corsets and the embroidery on her blouses and shawls. Sparkling jewels adorn her neck, ears and wrists. The metalwork is twisted to resemble flowers of all kinds.

Kind ⋆ Playful ⋆ Shallow ⋆ Devious

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Psychology

Likes:

⋆Perfume
⋆Honey cakes
*Silk
⋆Having fun with the boys
*Putting make up on the girls

Dislikes:

⋆Hard manual labor (That's why we have the boys)
⋆Not getting her way
⋆Performing difficult and tasking spells
*Infected wounds
*Wool (It makes her skin itch)

Fears:

⋆Going back home
⋆Being captured by other pirates
⋆The spirits which take over her mind and body during some spells

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Nur loves to be around people, especially men, who for some reason always seem to give her what she wants. When it comes to women and older men she usually has to feel them out a little. Get an idea on their motives, weak spots. Nur has to know someone well enough in order for them to seize being a threat. Her mind is only settled after she's found a way to twist someone around her finger.
She's known to be selfish and somewhat mean when around people she doesn't know or trust. Every women for herself. If she gives you something and you barely know her, expect there to be strings or some ulterior motive. Nur will be endlessly kind and share all of her laughter, love and riches with the few she trusts. The lengths to which she will go to save someone else is entirely reliant on the relationship Nur has with them. She has no difficulty in selecting friends according to their (emotional) value, like sorting out a box of precious jewels. In this sense Nur is a very practical girl, letting her head guide her instead of her heart when it comes to survival.

On a whole Nur has a pleasant aura around her, she rarely has ill intentions and prefers to poke fun and joke around. She can be incredibly impatient, childish even, when she doesn't get what she wants. Be it material or emotional. She is not afraid to stand up to men, especially when they are easily charmed. Few things make her anxious and she doesn't let that show. If you know her well, these things would surprise you. Affairs of the bedroom and casting greater spells are for reasons unbeknownst to even Nur herself a source of misery. Nur is quick on her feet, witty and always wants to have the last laugh. Surprisingly clever she always has something to say. Don't let her out of your sight.

Nur relies on her looks and charm to manipulate people which works well most of the time, but it cancels out groups who aren't susceptible to her womanly ways, like other women and the elderly. She has a hard time befriending or finding common ground with less feminine women, and elderly men especially inspire a sense of displeasure in the young girl. Nur loves to joke around when the joke is not on her. Don't rip her clothes or throw her into a pile of rotten fish, because she'll likely never speak to you again. She stays up till the moon is high up in the sky and sleeps in till late mornings, which isn't always convenient given her position as a surgeon. When she's overextended herself taking care of patients or attempting to cast difficult spells, she needs to sleep. Otherwise she'll either fall asleep on the spot or even faint.

Carefree ⋆ Traditional ⋆ Caged

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Background

Occupation

Surgeon

Which ship are you on?

Mermaid's Fortune

Living Immediate Family Members:

Mother, father, two older brothers and a younger sister.

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Everyone is still alive and hell-bent on getting her back.

Current and Past Lover(s):

Drustan Hier (A young man she was arranged to marry before she left)

History:
- Born into a loving (over)protective family.
- Spent her childhood traveling to different places as part of a caravan.
- Taught witchcraft by the women in her environment, including her grandmother and mother.
- Grew up to be a beautiful young girl, fit to marry well.
- Rebelled against the idea of an arranged marriage.
- Something happened when she planned to leave, which Nur can't remember. The event caused her magic to fade.
- Fled the caravan and hid away on a pirate ship.

Witchcraft ⋆ Skilled healer ⋆ Fading mystical arts

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Quick on her feet
⋆Knows how to use a dagger, laced with a rare poison
⋆Not as dainty as she convinces you to think

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆Possession by spirits draw a lot of strength from her, leaving her needing to rest for hours, sometimes days.
*Physically she does not have a lot of strength
*Without her mandatory cup of herbal tea she'll get seasick easily.

Magic or ability (if applicable):

Nur is a witch who has for some reason lost a lot of her raw magical power and skill. Many spells she used to be able to cast without problems have become a harrowing ordeal. Instead she relies on her knowledge of botany and the healing arts to act as the surgeon of the ship. She wouldn't want you to know this, but there are a lot of things she can't treat, not having finished her studies before she ran away. Her magic is unreliable and sometimes dangerous to both herself and those around her. She stole a book of weather related spells from her grandmother. The magic of the book goes far beyond her knowledge and capability, hence she rarely uses it. The spells summons spirits of the wind, sun and sea to possess her body and mind.

Avalia

Time: Late morning
Location: Roshmi city infirmary
Interactions: @Potter
Ambience: Passing on

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Two guards opened the large wooden doors of the infirmary, allowing them to go back inside. Ilan followed the healer down the courtyard in silence. It was a beautiful place. The garden was filled with blooming flowers and bushes. A fountain was placed in the centre like a compass. A willow tree sprouted from the centre, it's branches bowing down into the flowing water. He'd always liked coming here, despite what horrible things sometimes occurred behind the stone walls. The healer lead them inside and they walked through the hallways in a purposeful gentle pace, Ilan knew they would not disturb the patients that way. The sun shone through the stained glass windows, covering them in softly speckled rainbow light. He felt at peace.

"Please enter here young faun." The healer addressed him in a solemn voice. He followed her inside. The room was full of light, large windows at every corner allowed the light to spill in freely. Everything was bathed in a soft glow. There weren't many things inside the room, despite its size. It seemed to be furnished for only a single patient. There was a drawer, a bath and a bed. The scent of incense caught in his senses. It was that same familiar smell he smelled before. He narrowed his eyes and noticed there was someone laying in the bed, he almost did not recognize who it was. It was the most peaceful he'd ever seen him. Ilan realized what was going on and a chill ran down his spine. The healer kept her silence as she watched the faun inch closer to the bed ever so slowly.

Ilan forced himself to look and the closer he got, the more he wanted to look away. He kept his jade eyes fixated on the face of the human. He didn't know what he was supposed to feel, anger, sadness...
The absence of feelings alarmed him and he felt his heart starting to beat faster. He just stood there, silently, motionlessly, staring at deceased man. He thought about many things right then. This would be the fate of all humans if the people in Avalia did not rise up to help them. He looked at the man of whom he did not even know his name. Ilan wished things wouldn't have to be like this, life was so unfair.

The faun was so absorbed into his own thoughts, the gentle hand of the healer on his shoulder startled him. He jumped a little and his ears flattened to his head. He turned to the woman with wide eyes.
"Child... what must we do with his belongings?" She asked, taking his hand into hers squeezing into it. The gesture moved Ilan, who unknowingly had been on the edge of tears. A lump formed in his throat making it hard to speak. There was a small table next to the bed. Everything the human had carried with him was spread out on a linen cloth. He looked at it, noticing there was a piece of metal among them. A remnant of the metal contraption which had exploded. It must have meant a lot to him. He went through a lot of trouble to retrieve it. Ilan took the scrap into his hands. The metal was cool against his palms. It wasn't sharp and it was damaged and bent due to the explosion. He held it close.

"I.."
His voice cracked.
"Can you take the rest and give it to the poorest in the city?"
Ilan spoke in a rapid manner, afraid his voice might give out once again. The healer nodded, a look of silent appreciation in her wise eyes.
"He has not been give his last rites, we were......unsure of his beliefs." The woman informed him. It was usually the job of the family to arrange such things. But he didn't have anyone, Ilan was the only one who knew him here in Avalia.

Ilan nodded to the woman in understanding. At least now he knew what to do. He closed his eyes and breathed softly. He hoped he could get through this without her. The last time he gave last rites....
He shook off the dreadful memory and went about his task. He gathered the humans hands into his own, flinching at the coldness of their skin touching. He swallowed and bit down on his trembling lip. He folded the hands in a prayer like fashion, placing the memorial metal inside the palms. Ilan sat down in the chair next to the bed and began to weave the flowers he'd bought earlier into a modest wreath. An activity which despite his horrific circumstances filled him with an almost otherworldly sense of serenity. His voice was shaking while he whispered quiet prayers as he weaved. When he was done he placed the wreath on the sheets between the arms of the young man.

From his bag he produced a brown glass bottle filled with a special blessed oil. He washed his hands at the basin and dripped some of the oil on his clean fingers. When he started to anoint the young man he came to the frightening realization he'd forgotten the correct order, the way his grandmother used to show him. He was blessed not to have to have done it many times, but now he could not remember. He tried the best he could and finished by bowing to the deceased. When he got back up from the bow, he for only a second saw the face of his deceased grandmother instead of the young man. He screamed despite of himself and immediately covered up his mouth, horrified, tears welling up in his eyes. He turned away from the bed and closed his eyes, his breath was shaky and he trembled where he stood.

After a minute or so he turned back around, the young man was sleeping peacefully, bathed in the soft light of the early morning sun. Ilan went back to the chair and sat himself down, staring at the floral wreath. He felt lost....
It was as if his arms started to move on their own accord. He took the lyre from his back and cradled it in his lap. His fingers started to idly play with the strings. Soon he began to play, a sad song for a bruised heart.

Avalia

Time: Late morning
Location: Roshmi city infirmary
Interactions: @Potter
Ambience: Roshmi market

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Ilan was walking aimlessly through the marketplace, wandering along the different stands. Baskets full of brightly colored flowers proved to be one of only a few things able to distract his worried mind. There were so many different kinds! Even though he preferred wild flowers, there was something special about the lovingly cultivated flowers of someone's well tended garden. The sight of them calmed his troubled soul. He checked for the price with the merchant and counted the coins in his pocket. He could afford a few. They would do nicely as a small bouquet to lift the spirits of the human he'd saved. Ilan waited patiently while the vendor busied himself with multiple customers.

"What can I do for you young faun?" The vendor was a robust demi-human with goat horns and hooved feet. He looked to be the type to tend to animals, rather than flowers. Ilan was unaware his thoughts were written all over his face. The vendor let out a hearty laugh at Ilans frown.
"Not who you were expecting huh..?"

Ilan felt his cheeks flush, realizing his rudeness and small mindedness. He fidgeted with the hem of his sleeve and looked away. Most flower stands were usually run by mothers and daughters, someone with delicate fingers and patience.

"I...I'm.." Ilan stammered.

"Not to worry young man, these flowers come from the garden of my daughter. She's expecting to birth a child any given day now. The girl can barely stand, so I'm here to keep thing running." The vendor explained sounding proud. The prospect of becoming a grandparent made him cheery all day round. At the mention of a child on the way Ilan immediately pulled himself together. He loved children!
He smiled kindly at the vendor.

"That is wonderful, I wish you all the best and may your daughter have a smooth birthing" When he was an apprentice healer at his grandmothers side he'd witnessed a few birthings. They were rather messy and not always without danger. One of many lessons came to mind and he decided to share this knowledge with the unlikely flower vendor.

"It would do her well to drink raspberry leaf tea, to ease with the birthing pains"
Ilan instructed the man. His jade eyes looked over the flower stand again. There weren't any raspberry brambles there. They didn't make the prettiest flowers and usually had thorns. The fruits were delicious and they were a garden staple for many. He hoped the daughter had some in her garden too.

"I will tell her to do so."
"Now.." The vendor said, gesturing towards the baskets of flowers with a flourish.
"Which flowers can I get you in exchange for this piece of wisdom?"

Ilan smiled and insisted on paying, but the vendor wouldn't have it. So he decided on a modest bundle of mostly white flowers, not wanting to take advantage of his kindness. He wanted to go see the human fighter, it had been a while. Hopefully he was awake. While he was on his way back to the infirmary someone walked up to him. It was a young woman, short of stature and very out of place. Her appearance alarmed him, she did not have any noticeable animal features. Could she be another human?

Other demi-humans walking past seemed to notice too, going as far as to stop and stare. Ilan was about to answer her when one of the healers of the infirmary walked up to them.
"Please come with me to the infirmary." The healer requested. The woman sounded urgent, her tone did not bode well. Ilan turned to the young woman with a small smile.

"If you come with me, I'll help you."
He couldn't hide his worried frown but tried to keep it out of his voice. There was no need to scare her.

"My friend is in there, I have to go see him."

Avalia

Time: Dawn
Location: Roshmi city infirmary
Interactions:
Ambience: Infirmary

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Ilan was laying out some medicine and supplies for both Fintan and the human fighter. He gathered up Fintans medicine and placed them in a bag. He hopped of the cart, keeping an eye on the human and proceeded to kneel down next to the unconscious farmer. By some sort of miracle none of them got injured during the explosion. His sensitive ears however did feel like they were bleeding on the inside. He looked at the demi humans face and his eyes scanned over the rest of his body, there weren´t any great injuries. Just some scrapes from being dragged over the dirt road. He´d packed some cooling salves and wrappings for that. The wrists which the human suspected may have been broken looked and felt fine. Ilan didn´t feel any strange dislocated bones or dents around the wrists of Fintan. It filled him with guilt to leave him like this. The human needed his help more. It wasn´t safe for him here, especially not after what the Lich King had offered to the people of Avalia.

When the human returned Ilan convinced him to lay down on the straw, which he had spread evenly into a makeshift mattress of sorts. He wordlessly tied a piece of cloth around the mans arm, so he could cradle it against his chest. He wore the sling like a hero out of war, which he may have well been. Ilan didn´t want to strain him any further by making him talk.

"We'll go back to my city, there are infirmaries there, we'll be better off there."

On the way back to Roshmi a million thoughts ran through the mind of the young faun. The most pressing one what he was going to do next. If he stayed with this man he would be drawn into this war, but if he didn't.....
The war was coming and no matter how hard everyone tried to avoid it, soon it would be on the doorstep. Ilan just hoped the humans were like the ones in the stories. A group of heroes who would band together and defeat the evil king. He could help them by saving the human he found.

The roads began to look familiar, they were leading back to the city. Ilan realized he hadn't been all that far from it. Traveling on foot was awfully slow. He felt hopeful, there would be demi humans in Roshmi willing to help. He knew a few people at a particular infirmary. One where he used to drop off medicine he prepared together with his grandmother. They would be safe there, for the time being. Once the city borders were in view Ilan urged the horse to go faster. The quietness of the human worried him. He was already in bad shape when they met and he was only getting worse.

Flash forward

Ilan was pacing back and forth at the entrance of the infirmary, not knowing what to do with himself. He'd stayed by the bedside of the human until he fell into a deep sleep. The healers said he needed rest and Ilan agreed wholeheartedly. He wasn't as an accomplished healer as the ones at the infirmary, but even he knew what their grim faces meant. The scent of cleansing herbs wafted out of the windows. It was a painfully familiar scent. A kind of herb they only used when someone was clinging onto life. He hated himself for thinking it, but he hoped it was not the human. It would be useless to stand here and wait around, worrying himself. He was in the best hands. Ilan adjusted his bag and straightened his clothes. A stroll through the market would do him well. A worried frown refused to leave his features as he walked past several stands. It would be a while before they could leave. Ilan made some mental notes on the things he would need for the journey, hopefully he could afford all of it.

Avalia

Time: Dawn
Location: The road Northwest to Moonelf village
Interactions: @Jamesyco
Ambience:

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If Ilan trusted the words of the human fighter, the contraption from which he appeared would soon explode into countless pieces. An event neither the human, Ilan and....by the Gods! Fintan was unable to move himself! If the explosion was as great as the human claimed even a man as sturdy as Fintan would not survive. Alas Ilan did not have the muscle to move the sleeping bull of a man. Before he could despair however, there was a solution. Tying him to the cart. There was no more time to think things through. Ilan retrieved a length of rope from his bag and hopped of the cart. He fastened the rope around the wrists of Fintan, making a knot at a remarkable pace. If he wasn't in mortal danger he may have been proud. Tying knots was never his forte.

The cart was close by and Ilan tied the other ends to the wooden frame at the back. This would probably hurt, but at least Fintan would be alive to feel his raw back. Ilan hadn't figured out any plan, aside from getting away from the metal contraption as fast as he could. So he urged the horse to speed away from the scene.

"Come one let's go!!"