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EuphoricMania
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I'm a domestic goddess, married, living in Tasmania, and currently looking for employment, but I think that's a state affairs many folks are experiencing right now.
I'm a jack of most trades. I have a tiny little "urban homestead", where I cook and bake, preserve foods and make cheese, craft hand made items (yarn craft, soaps and body products, pet treats, etc), create art (I draw- mostly coloring pages, but also whatever takes my fancy), and write (blogs, recipes and fan-fiction mostly, but rolling back into role play to open up that creative outlet again). I'm also an aspiring author, with several works in progress.
I enjoy reading and listening to all kinds of music. I'm also a savage feminist and human rights activist, but you'll rarely see that side of me here lol. When I'm goofing off, I play World of Warcraft, and build things in Minecraft in Creative mode to satisfy my inner designer and storyteller.
As far as role playing goes, I am game to try most things, but figured I'd share what I like and what I don't:
Romance: I don't dig it much, unless another player and their character is willing to make the effort to develop a meaningful character relationship (rare, but it does happen). Then I might consider it. Platonic love, on the other hand, I'm perfectly okay with, as I think that's healthy. The only thing I draw the line at is explicit or weird kinky stuff. I'm a writer- you really don't want to see me go there, and I don't really care to go there with anyone else either lol.
Sci-Fi/Fantasy: General, original sci-fi and fantasy is where I love to exist. Most of the characters I have played in the past were all originals. Nowadays I am really into World of Warcraft, so my characters and their experiences are derived from that universe. My favorite form of role play is taking characters out of other existences and putting them into new ones to experience different things, and as a result I will often cross sci-fi with fantasy. I have dabbled in other universes (Potter, Star Trek, Tolkien) and splashed whole-heartedly into others (CJ Cherryh's Alliance/Union and Foreigner Universes and Stargate.)
Post-apoc: My "new" (since about 2012) favorite genre, the good old fashioned end of the world scenarios. I love them, and will leap at the chance to play them.
Horror: I don't like super gory serial killer, freaky shit horror, so choose not to play it. I figure my nightmares are bad enough already, I don't really need to reinforce it in my writing.
Supernatural/Mythological: I do like supernatural and mythological, especially if it's based in interesting Lore. I've played my fair share of gryphons, dragons, and werebeasts.
Some notes for roleplaying with me:
1. God Mode: Don't do it. I will straight up not play the game if someone thinks they have the right to control my characters actions without my consent (I'm big about consent). If you have a question about an action either character is making, just ask me. I'm cool, or I like to think I am anyway, and will work with you to create something awesome.
2. Story Correction: I'm human. I have ADD (for real). Sometimes I skip, see through or just plain miss details in my excitement, and write a post that's ill fitting to the scene because of detail omission. Sorry ahead of time. Just send me a quickie note saying what's up, and I'll fix it.
3. Writing Style: You've probably noted that I'm not a one liner type of person (that said, if I do post a one liner, maybe check on me- it's an indication that I'm not well, or having a hard time, and sometimes I just need folks to be understanding). I do like to put some thought and effort into my posts, and generally aim for at least two well written paragraphs with complex sentences. Sometimes I write a helluva lot more than that. While I respect other people's writing styles, I do like to see a little effort put into the works of others too. Remember: the more you put into your writing, the better my response can be to it.
4. Post Frequency: That depends on my schedule, but I generally try to check in to places at least once a day. I am flexible, and happy to work with the posting schedules of others.
5. Role play types: Text based only. I don't do voice or video. I prefer forum posting, but have occasionally rp'd in chat rooms as well (usually in very informal settings).
Hm... I think that it's for now. If something changes I'll update things here. :)
I'm a jack of most trades. I have a tiny little "urban homestead", where I cook and bake, preserve foods and make cheese, craft hand made items (yarn craft, soaps and body products, pet treats, etc), create art (I draw- mostly coloring pages, but also whatever takes my fancy), and write (blogs, recipes and fan-fiction mostly, but rolling back into role play to open up that creative outlet again). I'm also an aspiring author, with several works in progress.
I enjoy reading and listening to all kinds of music. I'm also a savage feminist and human rights activist, but you'll rarely see that side of me here lol. When I'm goofing off, I play World of Warcraft, and build things in Minecraft in Creative mode to satisfy my inner designer and storyteller.
As far as role playing goes, I am game to try most things, but figured I'd share what I like and what I don't:
Romance: I don't dig it much, unless another player and their character is willing to make the effort to develop a meaningful character relationship (rare, but it does happen). Then I might consider it. Platonic love, on the other hand, I'm perfectly okay with, as I think that's healthy. The only thing I draw the line at is explicit or weird kinky stuff. I'm a writer- you really don't want to see me go there, and I don't really care to go there with anyone else either lol.
Sci-Fi/Fantasy: General, original sci-fi and fantasy is where I love to exist. Most of the characters I have played in the past were all originals. Nowadays I am really into World of Warcraft, so my characters and their experiences are derived from that universe. My favorite form of role play is taking characters out of other existences and putting them into new ones to experience different things, and as a result I will often cross sci-fi with fantasy. I have dabbled in other universes (Potter, Star Trek, Tolkien) and splashed whole-heartedly into others (CJ Cherryh's Alliance/Union and Foreigner Universes and Stargate.)
Post-apoc: My "new" (since about 2012) favorite genre, the good old fashioned end of the world scenarios. I love them, and will leap at the chance to play them.
Horror: I don't like super gory serial killer, freaky shit horror, so choose not to play it. I figure my nightmares are bad enough already, I don't really need to reinforce it in my writing.
Supernatural/Mythological: I do like supernatural and mythological, especially if it's based in interesting Lore. I've played my fair share of gryphons, dragons, and werebeasts.
Some notes for roleplaying with me:
1. God Mode: Don't do it. I will straight up not play the game if someone thinks they have the right to control my characters actions without my consent (I'm big about consent). If you have a question about an action either character is making, just ask me. I'm cool, or I like to think I am anyway, and will work with you to create something awesome.
2. Story Correction: I'm human. I have ADD (for real). Sometimes I skip, see through or just plain miss details in my excitement, and write a post that's ill fitting to the scene because of detail omission. Sorry ahead of time. Just send me a quickie note saying what's up, and I'll fix it.
3. Writing Style: You've probably noted that I'm not a one liner type of person (that said, if I do post a one liner, maybe check on me- it's an indication that I'm not well, or having a hard time, and sometimes I just need folks to be understanding). I do like to put some thought and effort into my posts, and generally aim for at least two well written paragraphs with complex sentences. Sometimes I write a helluva lot more than that. While I respect other people's writing styles, I do like to see a little effort put into the works of others too. Remember: the more you put into your writing, the better my response can be to it.
4. Post Frequency: That depends on my schedule, but I generally try to check in to places at least once a day. I am flexible, and happy to work with the posting schedules of others.
5. Role play types: Text based only. I don't do voice or video. I prefer forum posting, but have occasionally rp'd in chat rooms as well (usually in very informal settings).
Hm... I think that it's for now. If something changes I'll update things here. :)
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The group blasted apart in a large magical eruption, which flashed brightly in her vision. She blinked involuntarily, despite her eyelids making no difference to mitigating the effect of the flash. The shock wave of it had knocked her over onto her backside and left her momentarily breathless and surprised. A bright new aura stood strong, and the feel of the magic said this creature was the originator of the initial blast.
She was also demanding the fighting stop. Was she some form of local guard? An innocent bystander? A friend of one of the fighters? The variables were endless. In a world stranger than her own (which in itself could be very strange indeed), anything could be possible. Her aura dimmed considerably, but remained present. A potentially ominous sign that more might occur.
Aran righted herself and got to her feet to survey the small clearing the blast had made. Bodies lay every which way, and the small crater the spell had left was limned with tiny little sparks of residual magic. That little incident would upset the odds even amongst demon hunters. She was impressed.
She ventured a little closer this time, and leaned against a tree trunk, weapons tucked loosely under her arm, waiting to see how the others reacted to the intervention.
She was also demanding the fighting stop. Was she some form of local guard? An innocent bystander? A friend of one of the fighters? The variables were endless. In a world stranger than her own (which in itself could be very strange indeed), anything could be possible. Her aura dimmed considerably, but remained present. A potentially ominous sign that more might occur.
Aran righted herself and got to her feet to survey the small clearing the blast had made. Bodies lay every which way, and the small crater the spell had left was limned with tiny little sparks of residual magic. That little incident would upset the odds even amongst demon hunters. She was impressed.
She ventured a little closer this time, and leaned against a tree trunk, weapons tucked loosely under her arm, waiting to see how the others reacted to the intervention.
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Thanks!
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And posted it in the character tab too, as I finally realized what you meant by "tabs".
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Name: Arancathria (Aran, for short, formerly Arancathria Moonwhisper)
Title: She has had many titles, including Slayer, Twilight Vanquisher , Tiller, and more, all pertaining to different parts of her life and the adventures she has experienced. She is, at her roots, one of the Illidari.
Species: Night Elf born Demon Hunter (that specification will become clear later in the profile)
Age: She was considered a youngster by night elf standards- about 20ish- during the War of the Ancients which destroyed so much of what she knew. Currently, she is 10K+, most of which was spent imprisoned by the Wardens. Night Elves are an ancient race, and were originally immortal. Due to the destruction of the Well of Eternity, they have lost their immortality- HOWEVER, Arancathria became a Demon Hunter long before that tragedy. She is still, technically, immortal- thanks to her demon soul. She can be killed- it means her demon soul is cast back into the Twisting Nether, and it takes her some time to return to her body, but return she does. (Interestingly, not all Demon Hunters have immortal souls. She is one of the few that do.)
Gender: Female
Appearance: About 7 feet tall, lean and hard muscled. Not much spare to her body. A once gracefully featured face is now marred by scarring and runic tattoos overlying what were once the traditional facial tattoos of a female night elf. Her ears are long and come to elegant points, she has long silky eyebrow tufts, and a heavy pair of gleaming black horns curl out from her skull, similar to that of a mountain ram, but spikier. Her skin is a kind of dark lavender color, her hair a turquoise green and kept in a long plait that trails down her back, and glowing green tattoos cover her body. Small black spikes and scales adorn parts of her body, creating patterns over her arms and legs. A pair of large, leathery bat-like wings with tattered edges sprout from her back, which she uses more for gliding rather than powered flight. Among the other demonic features, her transformation into a demon hunter also sharpened and elongated her teeth and nails, leaving her with fangs and talons. She, like many of her kind, doesn't wear much in the way of clothing, and in fact often goes nearly naked, especially in battle situations. Sometimes she wears a heavy hooded greatcloak, which can cover everything, even her wings, but she dislikes it, and only uses it when she is forced to enter towns or cities where the citizenry are likely to make a scene. Instead of boots and gloves, she wraps her feet, legs, and hands with simple cloth wraps. (Her talons make gloves and boots impractical.) Her most distinctive- and feared- feature is her eyes... or the lack thereof. Her empty eye sockets burn with green fel energy, and unlike other demon hunters who wear blindfolds or veils to hide their disfigurement, she does not. Her preferred weapons are dual wield war glaives, and are carried on her back.
Personality: She is a lonely person as most demon hunters are, often vengeful and bitter, and at her very worst is dangerously schizophrenic and almost suicidal, a condition caused by the fel energy that surges through her body and aggravated by the demon that shares space in her head, whispering to her in her unguarded moments as it tries to talk her into joining the Burning Legion and becoming a full demon herself. Her life was built on a savagely violent past, her actions fueled by heart breaking losses, terrible sacrifice, and her endless drive for revenge, and yet she still (on the very odd occasion) displays a surprising gentleness and compassion, for a creature that has suffered so much. However, beneath the anger, ferocity and air of aggression, there lies a deep tiredness, not physical, but of the mind and what is left of her night elven soul. She has a strong sense of justice (what else could fuel a body for ten thousand years), even if her sense of right and wrong is a little blurry sometimes- she will very much do whatever it takes to solve a problem, even if that means doing things that are morally questionable in the eyes of others. She does not suffer fools, but will never hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it.
Traits: Apart from her distinctive physical features, she is a powerful magic user as well. She uses fel energy (a type of chaos magic), kept partly in check by the arcane runes tattooed into her very flesh, and partly through sheer mental will power, which helps to restrain her from becoming a full demon. She has well honed battle skills that focus on agility, speed and ambush, and she can deal shocking amounts of damage in a fight. Her most noteworthy ability is her spectral sight. This is the ability that replaced her mundane eyesight when she gouged her own eyes out during the throes of her initiation. Spectral sight allows her to see all forms of magic, be it in a creature or object. While it is not hindered by intervening objects or blind folds (allowing her to see a being on the other side of a wall, for example), it does make “seeing” difficult- impossible, even- in other ways. She can no longer see a person for who they are physically (their facial expressions, what they wear, etc) and can only “see” the largest of basic body language movements. All of the usual face to face communication that normally sighted creatures use is lost to her (as a result, this can cause misunderstandings in communication). Mundane objects are a continuous nightmare. She can't even read simple penned messages, unless an enchanted ink is used. While people, animals and specific magical objects are bright in her vision, everything else recedes into a murky gray darkness. Trees and plants are only slightly brighter than rocks and soil, since the oldest and most basic types of nature magic flow through them, and it's the only reason why she isn't constantly running into things in the landscape. She has, however, stumbled over far too many tavern chairs in her time, much to her frustration and chagrine.
Family: She had a mother (Sephala), a father (Malador) and an older brother (Verendis). They all belonged to the small, closely related Moonwhisper clan. All are deceased. Her family, her clan, everyone she knew in her previous life, were murdered by the Burning Legion. They are the reason why she has made the sacrifices she has to end up where she is.
Known History: Before the War of the Ancients, she had been an apprentice mage, studying the magics of the Well of Eternity. At this time, there were two factions of night elves: those who reveled in and were often even addicted to the power of the Well, and those who foresaw it leading them to ruin and who warned against over exposure and over use, some even going so far as to say that they should stop using it entirely. It wasn't until the Well's powers drew the attention of the greedy and savage titan god Sargeras, that they realized just how true the warnings were. Sargeras, hungry for the power source the Well promised and assisted by the evil Queen Azshara, traveled across the void with his legion of demons, and sent them through the Well and into the world of Azeroth to wreak havoc, destruction and death. Arancathria's family, among countless other living beings, were slaughtered like beasts, and Arancathria herself wounded so badly it was a wonder she had even survived. Left for dead, the Burning Legion passed on, and were finally defeated. Arancathria, now alone, was saved by a healer picking over the wreckage of their home.
When she had regained her health and strength, spurred on by grief and anger, Aran sought out the only creature that she thought could help- Illidan Stormrage, the first demon hunter. The ritual was complex, but basically amounted to her killing a demon, ripping out it's heart and eating it, then drinking it's blood, in order to gain the powers of her enemy. The demons essence flooded her body, and its soul filled her mind with images of horrifying graphic death and destruction, of the Burning Legion as it slaughtered its way across the universe. The images were so awful that in her desperation to make them stop she gouged out her own eyes, and then fell into a coma. Only about 1 in 5 demon hunters survives the initiation, and she was one of the ones who did. She woke a changed creature, completely blind at first, but over the following weeks her spectral sight set in and allowed her “see” again, and she trained and fought, and slaughtered demons to take on more power with which she could bolster her own strength. She was in the Battle for the Black Temple, when Illidan sent her and the others away to fight elsewhere. That was when Illidan, considered an abomination and a monster despite all he had done to fight the Legion and protect Azeroth- was defeated and imprisoned by the Wardens. Aran and her other demon hunters were captured upon their return as well, and were caged, immobile and semi-conscious, in the prison pit of the tower, for ten thousand years. When the Legion returned for a fresh assault upon their world, the Wardens freed them, and released them into the world to fight once more.
Anything Else: Arancathria is a character I play on World of Warcraft, so her photos aren't perfectly how I'd want her to look for a role play, but they are close. There is so much I could say, as the Lore behind her race, her class, and the world she comes from is heavy and in-depth stuff, but I'll just leave that to come out in bits as I go. I will leave you with this video to watch to get an idea of what a demon hunter is though:
youtube.com/watch?v=YRNBtaHPkZU
Character Images:
Without wings:
With wings:
i.imgur.com/4r9SeVf.png
i.imgur.com/uTLih0j.png
Title: She has had many titles, including Slayer, Twilight Vanquisher , Tiller, and more, all pertaining to different parts of her life and the adventures she has experienced. She is, at her roots, one of the Illidari.
Species: Night Elf born Demon Hunter (that specification will become clear later in the profile)
Age: She was considered a youngster by night elf standards- about 20ish- during the War of the Ancients which destroyed so much of what she knew. Currently, she is 10K+, most of which was spent imprisoned by the Wardens. Night Elves are an ancient race, and were originally immortal. Due to the destruction of the Well of Eternity, they have lost their immortality- HOWEVER, Arancathria became a Demon Hunter long before that tragedy. She is still, technically, immortal- thanks to her demon soul. She can be killed- it means her demon soul is cast back into the Twisting Nether, and it takes her some time to return to her body, but return she does. (Interestingly, not all Demon Hunters have immortal souls. She is one of the few that do.)
Gender: Female
Appearance: About 7 feet tall, lean and hard muscled. Not much spare to her body. A once gracefully featured face is now marred by scarring and runic tattoos overlying what were once the traditional facial tattoos of a female night elf. Her ears are long and come to elegant points, she has long silky eyebrow tufts, and a heavy pair of gleaming black horns curl out from her skull, similar to that of a mountain ram, but spikier. Her skin is a kind of dark lavender color, her hair a turquoise green and kept in a long plait that trails down her back, and glowing green tattoos cover her body. Small black spikes and scales adorn parts of her body, creating patterns over her arms and legs. A pair of large, leathery bat-like wings with tattered edges sprout from her back, which she uses more for gliding rather than powered flight. Among the other demonic features, her transformation into a demon hunter also sharpened and elongated her teeth and nails, leaving her with fangs and talons. She, like many of her kind, doesn't wear much in the way of clothing, and in fact often goes nearly naked, especially in battle situations. Sometimes she wears a heavy hooded greatcloak, which can cover everything, even her wings, but she dislikes it, and only uses it when she is forced to enter towns or cities where the citizenry are likely to make a scene. Instead of boots and gloves, she wraps her feet, legs, and hands with simple cloth wraps. (Her talons make gloves and boots impractical.) Her most distinctive- and feared- feature is her eyes... or the lack thereof. Her empty eye sockets burn with green fel energy, and unlike other demon hunters who wear blindfolds or veils to hide their disfigurement, she does not. Her preferred weapons are dual wield war glaives, and are carried on her back.
Personality: She is a lonely person as most demon hunters are, often vengeful and bitter, and at her very worst is dangerously schizophrenic and almost suicidal, a condition caused by the fel energy that surges through her body and aggravated by the demon that shares space in her head, whispering to her in her unguarded moments as it tries to talk her into joining the Burning Legion and becoming a full demon herself. Her life was built on a savagely violent past, her actions fueled by heart breaking losses, terrible sacrifice, and her endless drive for revenge, and yet she still (on the very odd occasion) displays a surprising gentleness and compassion, for a creature that has suffered so much. However, beneath the anger, ferocity and air of aggression, there lies a deep tiredness, not physical, but of the mind and what is left of her night elven soul. She has a strong sense of justice (what else could fuel a body for ten thousand years), even if her sense of right and wrong is a little blurry sometimes- she will very much do whatever it takes to solve a problem, even if that means doing things that are morally questionable in the eyes of others. She does not suffer fools, but will never hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it.
Traits: Apart from her distinctive physical features, she is a powerful magic user as well. She uses fel energy (a type of chaos magic), kept partly in check by the arcane runes tattooed into her very flesh, and partly through sheer mental will power, which helps to restrain her from becoming a full demon. She has well honed battle skills that focus on agility, speed and ambush, and she can deal shocking amounts of damage in a fight. Her most noteworthy ability is her spectral sight. This is the ability that replaced her mundane eyesight when she gouged her own eyes out during the throes of her initiation. Spectral sight allows her to see all forms of magic, be it in a creature or object. While it is not hindered by intervening objects or blind folds (allowing her to see a being on the other side of a wall, for example), it does make “seeing” difficult- impossible, even- in other ways. She can no longer see a person for who they are physically (their facial expressions, what they wear, etc) and can only “see” the largest of basic body language movements. All of the usual face to face communication that normally sighted creatures use is lost to her (as a result, this can cause misunderstandings in communication). Mundane objects are a continuous nightmare. She can't even read simple penned messages, unless an enchanted ink is used. While people, animals and specific magical objects are bright in her vision, everything else recedes into a murky gray darkness. Trees and plants are only slightly brighter than rocks and soil, since the oldest and most basic types of nature magic flow through them, and it's the only reason why she isn't constantly running into things in the landscape. She has, however, stumbled over far too many tavern chairs in her time, much to her frustration and chagrine.
Family: She had a mother (Sephala), a father (Malador) and an older brother (Verendis). They all belonged to the small, closely related Moonwhisper clan. All are deceased. Her family, her clan, everyone she knew in her previous life, were murdered by the Burning Legion. They are the reason why she has made the sacrifices she has to end up where she is.
Known History: Before the War of the Ancients, she had been an apprentice mage, studying the magics of the Well of Eternity. At this time, there were two factions of night elves: those who reveled in and were often even addicted to the power of the Well, and those who foresaw it leading them to ruin and who warned against over exposure and over use, some even going so far as to say that they should stop using it entirely. It wasn't until the Well's powers drew the attention of the greedy and savage titan god Sargeras, that they realized just how true the warnings were. Sargeras, hungry for the power source the Well promised and assisted by the evil Queen Azshara, traveled across the void with his legion of demons, and sent them through the Well and into the world of Azeroth to wreak havoc, destruction and death. Arancathria's family, among countless other living beings, were slaughtered like beasts, and Arancathria herself wounded so badly it was a wonder she had even survived. Left for dead, the Burning Legion passed on, and were finally defeated. Arancathria, now alone, was saved by a healer picking over the wreckage of their home.
When she had regained her health and strength, spurred on by grief and anger, Aran sought out the only creature that she thought could help- Illidan Stormrage, the first demon hunter. The ritual was complex, but basically amounted to her killing a demon, ripping out it's heart and eating it, then drinking it's blood, in order to gain the powers of her enemy. The demons essence flooded her body, and its soul filled her mind with images of horrifying graphic death and destruction, of the Burning Legion as it slaughtered its way across the universe. The images were so awful that in her desperation to make them stop she gouged out her own eyes, and then fell into a coma. Only about 1 in 5 demon hunters survives the initiation, and she was one of the ones who did. She woke a changed creature, completely blind at first, but over the following weeks her spectral sight set in and allowed her “see” again, and she trained and fought, and slaughtered demons to take on more power with which she could bolster her own strength. She was in the Battle for the Black Temple, when Illidan sent her and the others away to fight elsewhere. That was when Illidan, considered an abomination and a monster despite all he had done to fight the Legion and protect Azeroth- was defeated and imprisoned by the Wardens. Aran and her other demon hunters were captured upon their return as well, and were caged, immobile and semi-conscious, in the prison pit of the tower, for ten thousand years. When the Legion returned for a fresh assault upon their world, the Wardens freed them, and released them into the world to fight once more.
Anything Else: Arancathria is a character I play on World of Warcraft, so her photos aren't perfectly how I'd want her to look for a role play, but they are close. There is so much I could say, as the Lore behind her race, her class, and the world she comes from is heavy and in-depth stuff, but I'll just leave that to come out in bits as I go. I will leave you with this video to watch to get an idea of what a demon hunter is though:
youtube.com/watch?v=YRNBtaHPkZU
Character Images:
Without wings:
With wings:
i.imgur.com/4r9SeVf.png
i.imgur.com/uTLih0j.png
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Aha! I see. I'm still getting used to how this forum functions- which is a lot more complex than previous forums I've been on.
I posted the character sheet in the profiles area yesterday. There's a link in my signature (I had to go find a bbcode guide to remind me how to code it correctly).
I altered the first post to reflect what was happening.
I posted the character sheet in the profiles area yesterday. There's a link in my signature (I had to go find a bbcode guide to remind me how to code it correctly).
I altered the first post to reflect what was happening.
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@Shadow Dragon@MikkishtheLeprechaun@knifeman@Allycat
Things seemed to be escalating quickly. One creature was pinned under the foot of another, and aggression levels were rising. They were both magical beings- there was nothing mundane about those auras. The one with the upper hand carried a scythe. Interesting choice of weapon- very demon hunter-like. She could respect the skill and experience required to properly wield one in battle, though she preferred the dual wield glaives herself.
When the fight finally kicked off properly, she decided to stay and watch. She quietly removed her pack and, setting it aside, freed her glaives, a precaution should the fight over flow into her general area. She didn't bother to attempt to hide. Though still well to the edge of the area, she stepped out into view, non-threatening, should someone deign to notice her and approach. Squatting down amidst the roots of the tree beside her, she rested the weapons across her knees, and leaned her elbows against the grips, letting her hands dangle, a relaxed pose. Though her dark lavender skin blended with the darkness of the forest, the glowing green traceries of her rune tattoos were visible. She even removed the blindfold- she didn't like those things anyway, they made her face itch- leaving her fel-flame eyes to glow green in the dark.
She watched with increasing interest as the fight ramped up in action.
Things seemed to be escalating quickly. One creature was pinned under the foot of another, and aggression levels were rising. They were both magical beings- there was nothing mundane about those auras. The one with the upper hand carried a scythe. Interesting choice of weapon- very demon hunter-like. She could respect the skill and experience required to properly wield one in battle, though she preferred the dual wield glaives herself.
When the fight finally kicked off properly, she decided to stay and watch. She quietly removed her pack and, setting it aside, freed her glaives, a precaution should the fight over flow into her general area. She didn't bother to attempt to hide. Though still well to the edge of the area, she stepped out into view, non-threatening, should someone deign to notice her and approach. Squatting down amidst the roots of the tree beside her, she rested the weapons across her knees, and leaned her elbows against the grips, letting her hands dangle, a relaxed pose. Though her dark lavender skin blended with the darkness of the forest, the glowing green traceries of her rune tattoos were visible. She even removed the blindfold- she didn't like those things anyway, they made her face itch- leaving her fel-flame eyes to glow green in the dark.
She watched with increasing interest as the fight ramped up in action.
Hey there! :) I'm new too, but not to tbrpg, which used to be my favorite pass-time, before life got in the way. :)
Now I'm hoping to get back into it!
Now I'm hoping to get back into it!
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(Hope you don't mind me jumping in. :) I wanted to give Aran a test run, and this looked like a good thread to start in.)
Arancathria swore softly, under her breath. She was beginning to regret buying these portal shards, for they seem to have sent her everywhere but the places she wanted to go. Probably why the trader had sold her a whole sack of them for such a cheap price. She swore that she would find the furry faced miscreant who had sold them to her and make him regret his birth. After she found her way home. Somehow.
The Demon Hunter groaned and shook her leathery, bat-like wings to settle them more comfortably against her back. Transportation via portal shard was always painful and disorientating, and it had taken her half an hour to just shake off the headache- her extremities still tingled with pins and needles. From what her spectral vision was telling her, she was in yet another forest. This one had a distinctly different aura from the last one she was in, and was distinct yet again from the forests of her long ago birth. These shards were tied to far too many strange forests for her taste. Give her a Legion encampment anytime, she'd be far happier.
At least this time she was in decent health, and properly armed, her new war glaives wrapped in soft leather and hanging from her back. She was thankful for the gracious blacksmith who had crafted them for her, imbuing the layered metal with a quiet magic, which she had then augmented with her own runes and fel energy. She hefted them and her rucksack on her back, and started walking, carefully at first, but then more confidently as she grew accustomed to interpreting this worlds natural magical energies.
After about an hour she became aware of a change in the forest, and could hear snatches of singing that wove its way through the trees. The notes were sad, the song lonely and haunting, but utterly beautiful. It stirred something within her heart, and piqued her curiosity, but she was cautious too. Something singing like that in the night, in the forest, was either confident that it was completely safe, or it was luring the unwary into a trap. She had met sirens and demons and a few other races who lulled others with their songs or beauty.
Freeing her blades to have them at the ready, she pulled the black blindfold over her empty eye sockets to hide their green glow, and securing the pack more firmly to her back should she need to run (she was getting good at that; ever since she encountered the savage beasts of the last world she had learned that fighting wasn't always the best option), she approached the singer's location slowly and silently. She could smell water and damp mossy rocks and wet earth, and within the center of her vision a glowing shape appeared, the red-orange magical aura of something sizeable.
The singing stopped after a while, which made her strangely sad, but in a moment more she peered from around the bole of a tree and witnessed an extraordinary transformation, a kind of fish- or reptile-like being (to judge by the shape of it's aura in her vision) shape shifting into the form of human female.
She'd seen enough humans to know that they were generally all right folks, but the question here was whether it was a human shifting to look like something else, or something else shifting to look like a human. Continuing to err on the side of caution, she remained hidden and followed the creature, through the trees. She could hear other voices now, some kind of argument or conflict, and having little else to do, she hung about to eavesdrop. Perhaps it would given her a taste of who the denizens of this place were.
It only took a few minutes to figure that it was a gathering of strange individuals who didn't seem to know each other, a hodge podge of unusual creatures including... was that a possum? The creature she had been following bent and patted it's head, so it was definitely a small type of animal.
This was turning out a lot more strangely than she was expecting.
Arancathria swore softly, under her breath. She was beginning to regret buying these portal shards, for they seem to have sent her everywhere but the places she wanted to go. Probably why the trader had sold her a whole sack of them for such a cheap price. She swore that she would find the furry faced miscreant who had sold them to her and make him regret his birth. After she found her way home. Somehow.
The Demon Hunter groaned and shook her leathery, bat-like wings to settle them more comfortably against her back. Transportation via portal shard was always painful and disorientating, and it had taken her half an hour to just shake off the headache- her extremities still tingled with pins and needles. From what her spectral vision was telling her, she was in yet another forest. This one had a distinctly different aura from the last one she was in, and was distinct yet again from the forests of her long ago birth. These shards were tied to far too many strange forests for her taste. Give her a Legion encampment anytime, she'd be far happier.
At least this time she was in decent health, and properly armed, her new war glaives wrapped in soft leather and hanging from her back. She was thankful for the gracious blacksmith who had crafted them for her, imbuing the layered metal with a quiet magic, which she had then augmented with her own runes and fel energy. She hefted them and her rucksack on her back, and started walking, carefully at first, but then more confidently as she grew accustomed to interpreting this worlds natural magical energies.
After about an hour she became aware of a change in the forest, and could hear snatches of singing that wove its way through the trees. The notes were sad, the song lonely and haunting, but utterly beautiful. It stirred something within her heart, and piqued her curiosity, but she was cautious too. Something singing like that in the night, in the forest, was either confident that it was completely safe, or it was luring the unwary into a trap. She had met sirens and demons and a few other races who lulled others with their songs or beauty.
Freeing her blades to have them at the ready, she pulled the black blindfold over her empty eye sockets to hide their green glow, and securing the pack more firmly to her back should she need to run (she was getting good at that; ever since she encountered the savage beasts of the last world she had learned that fighting wasn't always the best option), she approached the singer's location slowly and silently. She could smell water and damp mossy rocks and wet earth, and within the center of her vision a glowing shape appeared, the red-orange magical aura of something sizeable.
The singing stopped after a while, which made her strangely sad, but in a moment more she peered from around the bole of a tree and witnessed an extraordinary transformation, a kind of fish- or reptile-like being (to judge by the shape of it's aura in her vision) shape shifting into the form of human female.
She'd seen enough humans to know that they were generally all right folks, but the question here was whether it was a human shifting to look like something else, or something else shifting to look like a human. Continuing to err on the side of caution, she remained hidden and followed the creature, through the trees. She could hear other voices now, some kind of argument or conflict, and having little else to do, she hung about to eavesdrop. Perhaps it would given her a taste of who the denizens of this place were.
It only took a few minutes to figure that it was a gathering of strange individuals who didn't seem to know each other, a hodge podge of unusual creatures including... was that a possum? The creature she had been following bent and patted it's head, so it was definitely a small type of animal.
This was turning out a lot more strangely than she was expecting.
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