Rune_Alchemist

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Hyselia

The Farm
@Rune_Alchemist@HereComesTheSnow@Octo@ERode@VitaVitaAR

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A competition, really. The tiny paladin and Hrefna were getting into an amusing bit of competition during this whole thing. No doubt the paladins pride was going to be hurt after this, especially after Hrefna's revelation about the source of the curse. The sheep themselves weren't cursed, but rather, something elsewhere had its claws in them. Not much for her to do if everyone else was doing the other work proper, so she contented herself with simply curling up and watching. Fine with her. The less she had to do the better.

"Suppose I'll take the third shift in six hours, then if need be." Hyseliea offered after Pete, coiling up near the pens. It was warm enough in here, and being closer to the sheep would be better in case one started to wander off or something came in and snatched it anyways.

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Hyselia

The Farm
@Rune_Alchemist@HereComesTheSnow@Octo@ERode@VitaVitaAR

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"Haaa...it feels good to be out of the city for awhile." Hyselia grumbled to herself, taking a moment to stretch her entire body. Her large size meant that it was rather difficult sometimes to fit well inside human abodes. She'd stretch her whole lower body out, flexing and letting her tail move about freely. Much fresher air too, than in the city. Less noisy, too.

Not that she would get too terribly long to enjoy it before work came walking up.

She'd slither to the pens alongside her companions, her staff held tightly in her tail as she'd observe the sheep. Black Ichor from sores and the sheep seemed completely out of it. Some fey curse? Some cursed affliction? Possession or something?

Hm.

"Is there anything more than you can tell us then what was in the request? Sheep getting skittish around evening, coming back with these sores and black ichor? You haven't seen anything like this before, have you Paladin?"

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Hyselia

@VitaVitaAR@Octo@ERode@HereComesTheSnow

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"Staring at someone so intently is only going to make me more interested, tiny paladin." Hyselia chuckled, her tail slowly releasing its grip on Rylia. "Hyselia Erenhart. Mage, with an affinity for water." Shame, she was a little curious as to what the Paladin would do if someone hadn't shown up and intervened. Oh well. She had her fun teasing the girl for now, and she was feeling a little more comfortable herself.

"Can't say I'm familiar with such an affliction, but my experience with curses and things of a more fae like nature tells me that the Paladin is correct. Whatever is afflicting that livestock is not a normal ailment." She'd grab her staff with her tail, slowly coiling around it and holding it upright behind her. Maybe they had gotten into something? Since it wasn't affecting the people...perhaps it was something specifically targeting the livestock. Wolf in sheeps clothing, and all that or some such.

No sense in speculating now though, not until they got more information.

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Hyselia

@VitaVitaAR@Octo@ERode

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"Adequately irritated perhaps." A small laugh. "To start with, yes, I do, and most people don't mind too much." Hyseliea mused at Rylia's struggling. "Secondly...no...I don't think I will. Its very hard to make a python let go of things sometimes." By now though, Rylia's entire body up to her chest would find itself bound by Hyseliea's coils. Not only that, the Lamia had pulled the paladin in front of her now. Rylia had been firmly placed in front of the Lamia, back against the Lamia's stomach and her head just right under her chest." If you truly want to escape, use whatever brutish strength you use to bludgeon things with that oversized hammer of yours."

Job time, though. She'd place both of her hands on Rylia's head, leaning over slightly as she'd observe the job board. A few jobs caught her attention of the ones that were left. Eugh, a griffon. And taking it alive? No thank you. She didn't fancy an oversized bird thinking she was a snack or something, and taking something alive was rarely worth the effort even if it was for some noble.

The second one...she had plenty of dealings with similar happenings in Greenleaf growing up. Tended to happen when you were raised in a forest by a mother who liked to introduce herself as 'just your average harmless witch'. Perhaps a fae, or some other flavor of body snatcher or kidnapper. Wouldn't be unheard of and not out of the question.

"Hm...Hah?" She'd turn her attention to Csenge. The Lamia didn't have many dealings with her, but she had a somewhat reliable look to her, if nothing else. "A livestock malady in Keelsgrav?" It was a rather boring sounding job, all things considered. Potentially easy, though...if things remained as simple as they were on the paper. "Well we have yet to decide on a job ourselves, but I have no qualms tagging along for this one." She'd pat Rylia on the head with the tip of her tail. "What say you, tiny paladin?"

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Hyselia

@VitaVitaAR@Octo

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"Why not?" The lamia's voice was cool, lazy, and carried a clearly mildly amused tone. "It seems as though I certainly can." She flashed a small teasing smile, the coils around Rylia tightening slightly. "Besides, it looks like you could have used the help seeing over this throng of over eager louts. Or would you prefer flailing around and uselessly asking to be let through when you clearly know its not going to work?" Hyseliea mused idly as she'd turn to face the job board seeing that it had thinned out slightly thanks to the work of the guild workers.

"I don't think the stew would help, Ingvarr. I don't know if even my mother could help with her inadequacies." Still carrying Rylia, Hyseliea slithered over to the job board, inspecting the available missions with idle interest, Petes comment ignored for the most part.

coincidentally, Rylia was being pulled closer to the Lamia's body as the coils grew tighter around her.

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Hyselia

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@Octo@VitaVitaAR

"At the rate you're drinking Magnus, I hope whatever job you take next involves fighting an equally drunk dragon because that's going to be the only way you're useful." Not too terribly far away from Mganus and Abigail was a fairly large woman herself. The Lamia was curled up, sitting on top of her coils. Her already tall stature made a bit even more imposing and causing her to have to lean over slightly to properly get to her plate of food - a plate of Liver and Offal, perhaps a little heavy on the heart meat.

"Hopefully her over protectiveness hasn't dulled the runts skills," The Lamia harrumphed, taking a rather large bite of the meat on her plate. Probably thank them for the food at least. Not everyday she got to eat the most expensive offal and liver she could get her hands on in the guild. Her eyes would glance over to the job board idly. A mess as always. She had half a mind to just throw everyone aside. The smaller ones could be picked up easily, and perhaps used as an effective battering ram to get to the board, but on the other hand...her tail coiled a bit tighter.

"...too lazy." That was really the only thing she could use to describe how she was feeling. She was curled up, warm, and had plenty of food in front of her. Why would she ever want to -

"Ugh, blood...?" It didn't take the Lamia long to locate the source of the scent. A small Ingvarr had walked in, carrying not one, or two, but three orc heads like some sort of macabre flail. It was the kind of thing her mother would put on stakes to warn people to stay out of their little home. Did this woman have zero sense of decorum? And who was that tiny little thing next to her?

"Haaa, if I sit here any longer I'll turn into a fat dragon myself." Hyselia took one more bite of the offal before stretching and uncoiling herself. "Try not to drink the guild to bankruptcy." She'd slither off towards Hrefna and Rylia. It wasn't hard for her to make her way over to the pair, and the two could likely see her coming if Rylia wasn't blinded by her small, angry, rage at being called such.

"Can you put those in a bag or something? At least tie them to your waist before you go carrying them around like some macabre flail." She'd say slithering up to Hrefna.

Rylia would quickly find the Lamia's tail coiling around her waist and proceeding to lift her up over the crowd.

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• Name:
  Hyseleia Erenhart
• Age:
  24
• Gender:
  Female
• Race:
  Python Lamia
• Rank:
  Iron
• Appearance:
  If somehow, the first thing people notice about Hyseleia is her upper torso, they would find a strikingly beautiful, somewhat large woman in quite a few areas. Casually standing at almost six foot at a resting position, Hyseleia possesses long black hair that falls to her waist with a magically preserved flower; a gift from her father from one of his adventures, woven tied in place on her left temple along with a headpiece that fits snugly around her head. Long, pointed ears that twitch slightly in movement if curious or attempting to listen to something. Predatory crimson eyes with serpentine pupils and a pale complexion hidden under a simple dress and a thick warm looking hood that drapes across her shoulders and upper arms.
  
  Oh, and scales...?
  
  Typically, though, what most people would first notice is that her body past her waist is that of a large serpent, covered in a thick layer of greyish scales. Indeed, Hyseleia is one of the Lamia race. A Carnivorous race of folks not often seen, especially this far north. The tip of her tail is adorned with a simple jewel and around her waist a simple skirt. If she were to stand at her full height, she can easily dwarf most people.
• Personality:
  Hyseleia's personality can be described as difficult at best. Not that she's unfriendly, at least she doesn't consider herself as such. Rather, spending fourteen of her formative years living alone with her mother and occasional visits from her father in a far off forest with only the animals she hunted, encouraged by her mother to be as...lets say, merciless as possible has made her a bit abrasive. Driven, motivated, and tends to have a 'might makes right' view of the world. Ask for her opinion on something and she'll give it in the most blunt and brutal way possible. Ask her to do something? She'll likely do it if she likes you well enough, though not without commenting on how lazy you are for making her do it. She always has something to say, really, and she is not shy about sharing her rather brutally honest and brutal way of desiring to handle conflict.
  
  In broad strokes though, in her day to day she generally is a pleasant sort if you can handle words sharper than her fangs. While she does like spending time alone, she doesn't shy away from people joining her or finding someone to converse or hang out with. Often times, she finds a warm spot or fire to curl up by to read, drink, or simply laze about.
  
  And, on the off chance someone happens to be nearby, they may just find themselves occupied for the next hour being in a scaled prison. Not that anyone would ever admit that they don't want such a thing. Shes a pretty lady, after all. Nobody would dare.
• Brief Backstory:
  Born to a Lamia mother in a forest in rural Estival, much of Hyseleia's early life and formative years were spent with just her mother, herself, and her dad when he wasn't busy out adventuring. Her life as a child was spent learning magic from her mother - a Lamia of some dubious origins who never learned magic from an official institution. A witch, or at least, a user of magic that wasn't trusted or looked well upon. Not that she concerned herself with such thoughts, no. She was too busy playing, learning, and generally just doing what she wanted.
  
  Occasionally playing pranks on adventurers and other folks passing through the forest, or simply watching them with keen curiosity.
  
  It wouldn't be until she was 14 that she actually got to see the wider world, much at her father behest. To start with, she was enrolled in Estival's Mage College to lean some proper magic, much to her own chagrin. A serpent dragged out of their home and suddenly forced to adapt to city life. While she loved the learning, she hated the more structured and academic nature of it all. It was no wonder then, perhaps her personality took a bit of a troublesome turn. While she did ultimately excel academically, she was always a source of trouble for both teachers and other students. Causing trouble, seemingly picking fights, using magic loosely to solve 'problems' or insulting a noble simply because she doesn't care for such pathetic titles.
  
  Her time otherwise though, living with her Dad after he took time off from adventuring to raise her properly, was spent joyously. She'd learn much more about his own exploits as Silver-ranked adventurer. Stories of his adventurers and time spent with his own companions, even if he was never a particularly famous. She took to city life surprisingly well, too, though she still finds it as noisy and the amount of people annoying, especially if they stare too long since Lamia's are a bit of a rarity. Otherwise she spent her free time reading, sparring with her dad, and well...continuing her streak of playing pranks or otherwise messing with people. Especially those ignorant or more fearful or curious about Lamia's.
  
  Eventually she'd graduate from Estival's mages college with fairly high marks, and when presented with the option of returning to the forest her mother lived in or perhaps, making her own mark as an adventurer well...she would choose the latter, perhaps out of some silly sentiment and sense of adventure her father instilled in her. Not that she'd ever admit to such a childish desire.
• Equipment:
  Silver Floral Staff: A large, silver colored staff inlaid a large blue gemstone meant to be held firmly in her tail. A floral pattern is engraved on it and is of course, what she channels most of her magic through.
• Skills:

Hyseleia has a natural affinity for the water element, and as such, is naturally drawn to magic of the water nature. Often times she uses it to create and manipulate water in a mostly violent manner. While she does minor in a handful of other areas, shes not particularly skilled in anything except maybe a bit of herbology and magic theory and is quite lacking in any support or defensive ability. Her mother has also instilled her with a knowledge of some perhaps, things that would be considered a bit taboo or things that would be frowned upon knowing, though she has no interest in pursuing such knowledge beyond practicality reasons.

A handful of more common spells

• Hydra's Volley
  A simple spell that creates small fist sized spheres of water and launches them at targets, battering them with highly pressurized and fast moving water.
• Serpents Lash
  A spell that forms water into large whip like streams that lash out towards opponents. Useful for bludgeoning and also restraining targets if need be. Typically five at once.
• Serpents Embrace
  A more defensive close quarters spell to deter anyone getting to close. Coats her tail in a protective layer of water before lashing out towards a target or targets and crushing or grappling something with it.
• Crescent Fang
  Creates an incredibly thin crescent shaped blade of fast moving, highly pressurized water that cuts through things. Size can be adjusted depending on how much mana is expended.

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Heres a snake.

Didn't change much, just cleaned up some weird wording or phrasings in the bio.

Free Hugs

• Name:
  Hyseleia Erenhart
• Age:
  24
• Gender:
  Female
• Race:
  Python Lamia
• Rank:
  Iron
• Appearance:
  If somehow, the first thing people notice about Hyseleia is her upper torso, they would find a strikingly beautiful, somewhat large woman in quite a few areas. Casually standing at almost six foot at a resting position, Hyseleia possesses long black hair that falls to her waist with a magically preserved flower; a gift from her father from one of his adventures, woven tied in place on her left temple along with a headpiece that fits snugly around her head. Long, pointed ears that twitch slightly in movement if curious or attempting to listen to something. Predatory crimson eyes with serpentine pupils and a pale complexion hidden under a simple dress and a thick warm looking hood that drapes across her shoulders and upper arms.
  
  Oh, and scales...?
  
  Typically, though, what most people would first notice is that her body past her waist is that of a large serpent, covered in a thick layer of greyish scales. Indeed, Hyseleia is one of the Lamia race. A Carnivorous race of folks not often seen, especially this far north. The tip of her tail is adorned with a simple jewel and around her waist a simple skirt. If she were to stand at her full height, she can easily dwarf most people.
• Personality:
  Hyseleia's personality can be described as difficult at best. Not that she's unfriendly, at least she doesn't consider herself as such. Rather, spending fourteen of her formative years living alone with her mother and occasional visits from her father in a far off forest with only the animals she hunted, encouraged by her mother to be as...lets say, merciless as possible has made her a bit abrasive. Driven, motivated, and tends to have a 'might makes right' view of the world. Ask for her opinion on something and she'll give it in the most blunt and brutal way possible. Ask her to do something? She'll likely do it if she likes you well enough, though not without commenting on how lazy you are for making her do it. She always has something to say, really, and she is not shy about sharing her rather brutally honest and brutal way of desiring to handle conflict.
  
  In broad strokes though, in her day to day she generally is a pleasant sort if you can handle words sharper than her fangs. While she does like spending time alone, she doesn't shy away from people joining her or finding someone to converse or hang out with. Often times, she finds a warm spot or fire to curl up by to read, drink, or simply laze about.
  
  And, on the off chance someone happens to be nearby, they may just find themselves occupied for the next hour being in a scaled prison. Not that anyone would ever admit that they don't want such a thing. Shes a pretty lady, after all. Nobody would dare.
• Brief Backstory:
  Born to a Lamia mother in a forest in rural Estival, much of Hyseleia's early life and formative years were spent with just her mother, herself, and her dad when he wasn't busy out adventuring. Her life as a child was spent learning magic from her mother - a Lamia of some dubious origins who never learned magic from an official institution. A witch, or at least, a user of magic that wasn't trusted or looked well upon. Not that she concerned herself with such thoughts, no. She was too busy playing, learning, and generally just doing what she wanted.
  
  Occasionally playing pranks on adventurers and other folks passing through the forest, or simply watching them with keen curiosity.
  
  It wouldn't be until she was 14 that she actually got to see the wider world, much at her father behest. To start with, she was enrolled in Estival's Mage College to lean some proper magic, much to her own chagrin. A serpent dragged out of their home and suddenly forced to adapt to city life. While she loved the learning, she hated the more structured and academic nature of it all. It was no wonder then, perhaps her personality took a bit of a troublesome turn. While she did ultimately excel academically, she was always a source of trouble for both teachers and other students. Causing trouble, seemingly picking fights, using magic loosely to solve 'problems' or insulting a noble simply because she doesn't care for such pathetic titles.
  
  Her time otherwise though, living with her Dad after he took time off from adventuring to raise her properly, was spent joyously. She'd learn much more about his own exploits as Silver-ranked adventurer. Stories of his adventurers and time spent with his own companions, even if he was never a particularly famous. She took to city life surprisingly well, too, though she still finds it as noisy and the amount of people annoying, especially if they stare too long since Lamia's are a bit of a rarity. Otherwise she spent her free time reading, sparring with her dad, and well...continuing her streak of playing pranks or otherwise messing with people. Especially those ignorant or more fearful or curious about Lamia's.
  
  Eventually she'd graduate from Estival's mages college with fairly high marks, and when presented with the option of returning to the forest her mother lived in or perhaps, making her own mark as an adventurer well...she would choose the latter, perhaps out of some silly sentiment and sense of adventure her father instilled in her. Not that she'd ever admit to such a childish desire.
• Equipment:
  Silver Floral Staff: A large, silver colored staff inlaid a large blue gemstone meant to be held firmly in her tail. A floral pattern is engraved on it and is of course, what she channels most of her magic through.
• Skills:

Hyseleia has a natural affinity for the water element, and as such, is naturally drawn to magic of the water nature. Often times she uses it to create and manipulate water in a mostly violent manner. While she does minor in a handful of other areas, shes not particularly skilled in anything except maybe a bit of herbology and magic theory and is quite lacking in any support or defensive ability. Her mother has also instilled her with a knowledge of some perhaps, things that would be considered a bit taboo or things that would be frowned upon knowing, though she has no interest in pursuing such knowledge beyond practicality reasons.

A handful of more common spells

• Hydra's Volley
  A simple spell that creates small fist sized spheres of water and launches them at targets, battering them with highly pressurized and fast moving water.
• Serpents Lash
  A spell that forms water into large whip like streams that lash out towards opponents. Useful for bludgeoning and also restraining targets if need be. Typically five at once.
• Serpents Embrace
  A more defensive close quarters spell to deter anyone getting to close. Coats her tail in a protective layer of water before lashing out towards a target or targets and crushing or grappling something with it.
• Crescent Fang
  Creates an incredibly thin crescent shaped blade of fast moving, highly pressurized water that cuts through things. Size can be adjusted depending on how much mana is expended.

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Lamia mage will be up in the next few days. Might rework spells a bit.

Sword and Dungeon: An Adventurer's Guild-based Fantasy RP Relaunch!

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