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Chronicles of Minadra

Perhaps a bit late with the run-up to Christmas, but our post's up!

Chronicles of Minadra

Elenor & Fig
(A Byte and GamerTemplar collab)

Elenor pulled her wings close against her body as she and Fig pushed open the door of the tavern. The warmth and the faint scent of alcohol gently wafted over her, notable but not unpleasant. For all the humans' faults, they could still make some good ales.

Her eyes swept the room practically by instinct, assessing the interior and its occupants before settling on the small group that stood out among the usual crowd. She gently nudged Fig and nodded in their direction.

“Think we might have any luck asking them?” El suggested. “Maybe that Sylph there could have seen something I missed.”

Before Elenor could even suggest anything more, Fig had clocked the group of individuals congregating like they’d been conspiring deep dark secrets - and the Gundrukan’s small frame had already ambled near them without even trying; that damned grin flashing all teeth, curiosity and mischief like she was born for eavesdropping.

Which, considering her small stature, was probably true.

“‘Lo!” She offered it like meeting old friends, stubby fingers tugging at a sleeve as she eyed the Sylpharim in question. “Couldn’t help but overhear some things,” The grin widened as she pointed to Elenor. “Figured I’d prod.”

El flashed her companion a smirk - Fig could certainly make an entrance for someone so short - and gave a polite nod to the gathering. “That mountain outside of town - any of you lot hear tell of something said to have been built up there, long time ago?”

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Elenor

Character Description

Name: Elenor ferch Morgan
Species: Sylpharim
Race/Nationality: Northern Sylpharim
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Languages: North Sylpharimese, Arventian, plus a smattering of Gundrukanian

Appearance:

appearance

Personal Effects:
As could be expected of her kind, Elenor travels light, carrying a backpack with a few vital camping supplies, as well as quills and ink with plenty of parchment. More an explorer than a warrior, she carries an axe, seax and shortbow for self-sufficiency on the long and winding road. For protection she wears a set of boiled leather armour, complete with greaves.

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Background:

Role: Pathfinder

Backstory:
The only daughter among her half-dozen brothers, Elenor grew up as "one of the boys", outspoken, adventurous and prone to getting into the odd scuffle from an early age. With a hectic home life, she tended to go out flying whenever she wanted some time to herself, often daring herself to soar further and higher a little more each time.

Drawing was one of her many pastimes, gravitating towards cartography once she began sketching the landscapes from a bird's eye view. She often thought about visiting more distant lands and doing the same there, encouraged in part by the tales she'd heard from travellers hailing from those regions.

Eventually bidding her family a fond farewell, Elenor packed her bags and ventured forth on her journey. She roamed far and wide, making a decent living from selling the maps she made along the way.

One day, while exploring a series of ruins Elenor had spotted on one of her flights, she all but tripped over Fig, a Gundrukan scholar who was also studying the place. While the air between them was tense at first, they took a shine to one another once it was clear that neither of them was a potential threat. Ever since then, the two have been near-inseparable.

Character Intro:
The wind buffeted against Elenor's face as her wings rode the thermal, the parchment lashed to her writing board rustling wildly. Observational drawings from this high up presented their own unique challenges that Elenor was determined to overcome. It was a bit of an ask to maintain a steady position this high up, for one. Never mind having to keep a damn good grip on her quill.

It was, at least, enough for... well, "good enough". The rough draft, as it were. She'd got the scale down pat, plus a general idea of the terrain, but for anything precise she still had to make like the groundwalkers and have a closer look-see on her own two feet.

As if she'd have time for all that. Or that her companion could keep up.

Speaking of whom, it was almost time for them to meet back up. Almost a shame - Elenor could have gone for another half-hour of this, at least. With practised care, the sylph stowed her tools of the trade and adjusted her bearing for the smooth descent back to earth.

Chronicles of Minadra

All good. I figured as much with mine, just wanted to hang back and wait til we had confirmation that Byte's was fine too.

Chronicles of Minadra

As have I. I'm that friend Byte mentioned - sorry we took so long!

A note on the character image, her arm's not really going to be looking all freaky like that. Good bird-person images are just a bit tricky to find.

Elenor

Character Description

Name: Elenor ferch Morgan
Species: Sylpharim
Race/Nationality: Northern Sylpharim
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Languages: North Sylpharimese, Arventian, plus a smattering of Gundrukanian

Appearance:

appearance

Personal Effects: As could be expected of her kind, Elenor travels light, carrying a backpack with a few vital camping supplies, as well as quills and ink with plenty of parchment. More an explorer than a warrior, she carries an axe, seax and shortbow for self-sufficiency on the long and winding road. For protection she wears a set of boiled leather armour, complete with greaves.

---

Background:

Role: Pathfinder

Backstory: The only daughter among her half-dozen brothers, Elenor grew up as "one of the boys", outspoken, adventurous and prone to getting into the odd scuffle from an early age. With a hectic home life, she tended to go out flying whenever she wanted some time to herself, often daring herself to soar further and higher a little more each time.

Drawing was one of her many pastimes, gravitating towards cartography once she began sketching the landscapes from a bird's eye view. She often thought about visiting more distant lands and doing the same there, encouraged in part by the tales she'd heard from travellers hailing from those regions.

Eventually bidding her family a fond farewell, Elenor packed her bags and ventured forth on her journey. She roamed far and wide, making a decent living from selling the maps she made along the way.

One day, while exploring a series of ruins Elenor had spotted on one of her flights, she all but tripped over Fig, a Gundrukan scholar who was also studying the place. While the air between them was tense at first, they took a shine to one another once it was clear that neither of them was a potential threat. Ever since then, the two have been near-inseparable.

Character Intro: The wind buffeted against Elenor's face as her wings rode the thermal, the parchment lashed to her writing board rustling wildly. Observational drawings from this high up presented their own unique challenges that Elenor was determined to overcome. It was a bit of an ask to maintain a steady position this high up, for one. Never mind having to keep a damn good grip on her quill.

It was, at least, enough for... well, "good enough". The rough draft, as it were. She'd got the scale down pat, plus a general idea of the terrain, but for anything precise she still had to make like the groundwalkers and have a closer look-see on her own two feet.

As if she'd have time for all that. Or that her companion could keep up.

Speaking of whom, it was almost time for them to meet back up. Almost a shame - Elenor could have gone for another half-hour of this, at least. With practised care, the sylph stowed her tools of the trade and adjusted her bearing for the smooth descent back to earth.