ValidEmotions
Queen of Dragons (no, not that one)
Wilder28
1x1 adventure with 4 OCs
Quick set of spoilers for ease of character info.
Name: Eltus Runeguard
Age: 181
Race: Dwarf
Class: Mystic Knight
Alignment: Lawful Good
Ideal Role: The Tank
Personality: Stolid, level-headed, practical, and disciplined, with a very strong sense of honor. He's lived a long time, and so he's seen a lot and learned a lot, and that experience shows in practically everything he does.
Driving Force: Duty. Though once part of an old mystic organization called the Runic Order, he has since been exiled on account of corruption among their ranks, and currently wanders the lands to aid others in the name of upholding his moral code.
Age: 181
Race: Dwarf
Class: Mystic Knight
Alignment: Lawful Good
Ideal Role: The Tank
Personality: Stolid, level-headed, practical, and disciplined, with a very strong sense of honor. He's lived a long time, and so he's seen a lot and learned a lot, and that experience shows in practically everything he does.
Driving Force: Duty. Though once part of an old mystic organization called the Runic Order, he has since been exiled on account of corruption among their ranks, and currently wanders the lands to aid others in the name of upholding his moral code.
Name: Edel Crownguard
Age: 23
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
Alignment: Neutral Good
Ideal Role: The Heart
Personality: Good-natured and good-humored, with a strong moral compass and an eagerness for seemingly everything he does. He's warm and kind to pretty much everyone he meets, while also quite bold when the situation calls for it.
Driving Force: Adventurousness. For him, there's a certain pleasure to be derived from traveling all over, getting into dangerous situations, and meeting all sorts of new people.
Age: 23
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
Alignment: Neutral Good
Ideal Role: The Heart
Personality: Good-natured and good-humored, with a strong moral compass and an eagerness for seemingly everything he does. He's warm and kind to pretty much everyone he meets, while also quite bold when the situation calls for it.
Driving Force: Adventurousness. For him, there's a certain pleasure to be derived from traveling all over, getting into dangerous situations, and meeting all sorts of new people.
Name: Aireia Faelandaerl
Race: Moon Elf
Age: 309 years
Gender: Female
Class: Ranger
Weapons: Primarily uses a recurved bow made of elm. The center where she grasps the weapon is wrapped in green cloth with thin strips of bronze curling around the wood and out for a little flair. For a backup, Aireia has a thin dagger sheathed and kept at her hip.
Appearance: Tall and fair skinned like many others in the Elven race, Aireia's skin looks as if it is perpetually covered in a thin layer of frost. Her hair is a gentle sky-blue in color and falls in soft, straight, strands down to the small of her back. A few shorter strands consistently brush against the side of her left cheek. Green eyes with golden flecks peer out from a delicate and pointed face. Upon her body, she wears form-fitted cloth that make up a light-weight tunic and pants. The bottom of each pant leg is tucked away into leather boots that reach up to mid-calf and the waist is wrapped with a leather belt.
Personality: Like many elves, Aireia is graceful and does her best to keep any falter hidden. She's confident in her abilities as a Ranger but not much else. With a bow in her hands, she's more at ease and sure of her footing. Take that away and she can't help but stumble. Fighting isn't all that she's got but it's most of what she knows. The wilderness is her home, but a sense of adventure draws her wherever it might lead.
Emotional situations are her weakest point, not knowing how best to empathize with another to comfort them. She's awkward with social interactions and often stutters (something that she profoundly hates). Stress and pressure don't help in any regard and, unfortunately, she finds that she crumples under too much weight, too easily. She's afraid of being regarded as apathetic and strange and it frustrates her to no end how incompetent she feels in such a simple thing as conversation.
Aireia is fond of being left alone, residing in the corner of a room or off to the side somewhere else. She tries not to bother others as best she can but often wants some sort of company in the form of one or two people, no more. Usually, she takes comfort in simply sitting next to someone she knows and remaining in silence. Actions speak louder than words as she believes and so she's become quite adept at reading body language while, in turn, she speaks few words.
Race: Moon Elf
Age: 309 years
Gender: Female
Class: Ranger
Weapons: Primarily uses a recurved bow made of elm. The center where she grasps the weapon is wrapped in green cloth with thin strips of bronze curling around the wood and out for a little flair. For a backup, Aireia has a thin dagger sheathed and kept at her hip.
Appearance: Tall and fair skinned like many others in the Elven race, Aireia's skin looks as if it is perpetually covered in a thin layer of frost. Her hair is a gentle sky-blue in color and falls in soft, straight, strands down to the small of her back. A few shorter strands consistently brush against the side of her left cheek. Green eyes with golden flecks peer out from a delicate and pointed face. Upon her body, she wears form-fitted cloth that make up a light-weight tunic and pants. The bottom of each pant leg is tucked away into leather boots that reach up to mid-calf and the waist is wrapped with a leather belt.
Personality: Like many elves, Aireia is graceful and does her best to keep any falter hidden. She's confident in her abilities as a Ranger but not much else. With a bow in her hands, she's more at ease and sure of her footing. Take that away and she can't help but stumble. Fighting isn't all that she's got but it's most of what she knows. The wilderness is her home, but a sense of adventure draws her wherever it might lead.
Emotional situations are her weakest point, not knowing how best to empathize with another to comfort them. She's awkward with social interactions and often stutters (something that she profoundly hates). Stress and pressure don't help in any regard and, unfortunately, she finds that she crumples under too much weight, too easily. She's afraid of being regarded as apathetic and strange and it frustrates her to no end how incompetent she feels in such a simple thing as conversation.
Aireia is fond of being left alone, residing in the corner of a room or off to the side somewhere else. She tries not to bother others as best she can but often wants some sort of company in the form of one or two people, no more. Usually, she takes comfort in simply sitting next to someone she knows and remaining in silence. Actions speak louder than words as she believes and so she's become quite adept at reading body language while, in turn, she speaks few words.
Name: Laomedeia [Lao or Deia are nicknames they respond to]
Age: 173 years old
Gender: Nonbinary | They/Them Pronouns
Race: Wood Nymph
Appearance:
-> Magical: Standing only 5'2" in height, Lao has a very delicate and thin build with wiry limbs and a small chest. Their skin is brown like the bark on the trees they cherish so greatly but soft as if the elements had never touched them before. Their face is oval-shaped with a small nose, full lips, and vibrant hazel eyes. Falling upon their shoulders in waves is brown hair intermixed with leafy-green tendrils; real leaves and flowers grow from their scalp just like the rest of their hair, thin and flexible branches twisting through just the same. Bark-like material - seemingly fused into their skin - runs along their sides and across their chest to cover most of their breasts. Similarly, mossy-green coloring of the same material runs down to conceal the region between Lao's legs and much of their bottom, forming into a pseudo coattail. Sprouting from the back of their slender neck, Lao has two thin branches spiraling down each of their arms to their knuckles. Likewise, branches sprouting from the "coattail" spiral around their thighs. Lastly, from their back, a pair of shimmery green and brown, translucent butterfly wings sprout and flutter.
-> Human: Much like her natural appearance, Lao's human form is small and delicate, possessing the exact same body structure and height. Their hair loses the flowery qualities, becoming a plain wavy brown; "normal" for a human. They dress more "modestly" for human standards, wearing a simple frock made of green and brown cloth with golden hemming. On their feet are plain shoes. All traces of their magical nature are hidden, a necklace with a tree pendant around their neck containing their magical energy.
Personality: Laomedeia is very shy and meek, soft spoken when they actually do talk. Due to their quiet nature, they are very easy to push around and manipulate or simply command. They're easy to intimidate or scare but they are very curious about new and strange things. Lao isn't truly a fighter - too pacifistic. However, if something they like a lot is being threatened, they'll try to defend it if running away isn't an option.
Abilities:
-> Shapeshifting - Limited to three forms: Wood Nymph, Human, and Oak tree. [Active]
-> Plant Manipulation - Capable of advancing, slowing, or otherwise manipulating plant life and growth. [Active]
-> Weapon Manifestation - If needed, Lao is capable of turning any piece of stick into a full staff that can aid in channeling their nature magic and/or be used as a melee weapon. [Active]
-> Venom/Poison Immunity - Lao is immune to all venoms and poisons. However, they are more susceptible to human illnesses from viruses. [Passive]
Other Stuff:
-> They have a very good knowledge about plant life - which ones have healing/curative properties, which ones are bad for your health, which ones will kill you, etc.
Age: 173 years old
Gender: Nonbinary | They/Them Pronouns
Race: Wood Nymph
Appearance:
-> Magical: Standing only 5'2" in height, Lao has a very delicate and thin build with wiry limbs and a small chest. Their skin is brown like the bark on the trees they cherish so greatly but soft as if the elements had never touched them before. Their face is oval-shaped with a small nose, full lips, and vibrant hazel eyes. Falling upon their shoulders in waves is brown hair intermixed with leafy-green tendrils; real leaves and flowers grow from their scalp just like the rest of their hair, thin and flexible branches twisting through just the same. Bark-like material - seemingly fused into their skin - runs along their sides and across their chest to cover most of their breasts. Similarly, mossy-green coloring of the same material runs down to conceal the region between Lao's legs and much of their bottom, forming into a pseudo coattail. Sprouting from the back of their slender neck, Lao has two thin branches spiraling down each of their arms to their knuckles. Likewise, branches sprouting from the "coattail" spiral around their thighs. Lastly, from their back, a pair of shimmery green and brown, translucent butterfly wings sprout and flutter.
-> Human: Much like her natural appearance, Lao's human form is small and delicate, possessing the exact same body structure and height. Their hair loses the flowery qualities, becoming a plain wavy brown; "normal" for a human. They dress more "modestly" for human standards, wearing a simple frock made of green and brown cloth with golden hemming. On their feet are plain shoes. All traces of their magical nature are hidden, a necklace with a tree pendant around their neck containing their magical energy.
Personality: Laomedeia is very shy and meek, soft spoken when they actually do talk. Due to their quiet nature, they are very easy to push around and manipulate or simply command. They're easy to intimidate or scare but they are very curious about new and strange things. Lao isn't truly a fighter - too pacifistic. However, if something they like a lot is being threatened, they'll try to defend it if running away isn't an option.
Abilities:
-> Shapeshifting - Limited to three forms: Wood Nymph, Human, and Oak tree. [Active]
-> Plant Manipulation - Capable of advancing, slowing, or otherwise manipulating plant life and growth. [Active]
-> Weapon Manifestation - If needed, Lao is capable of turning any piece of stick into a full staff that can aid in channeling their nature magic and/or be used as a melee weapon. [Active]
-> Venom/Poison Immunity - Lao is immune to all venoms and poisons. However, they are more susceptible to human illnesses from viruses. [Passive]
Other Stuff:
-> They have a very good knowledge about plant life - which ones have healing/curative properties, which ones are bad for your health, which ones will kill you, etc.
Laomedeia
The world rushed by in a blur.
Boots slapping against cobblestone as they ran, Lao's lungs burned. A foot slipped--or maybe it got snagged on an uneven stone--and they were pitched forward to the ground with a yelp. The shouting behind them drew closer, louder. They could hear the clattering of plate armor. Scrambling back onto their feet, Lao shoved past bewildered onlookers, one arm held close. The tome they clutched tightly dug into their chest.
Sunset turned the sky into a blaze above the city. The dying rays of warmth did little to ease the crispness of the air that seemed to seize within Lao's lungs. Citizens milled about, tending to end-of-day routines and socializing with fellows. Despite this, Lao was unable to successfully utilize the swarming crowd as a means of losing the guards that chased them. Frantic, desperate, Lao stretched their senses outward as far as they could.
There!
An aged tree hummed to them, as if responding to their silent plea. As they rushed towards it, they stole a glance behind their shoulder, spotting the handful of guards that were closing the distance between. If Lao could just get close enough--A bolo whipped past their shoulder to strike the ground near their feet. Startled, Lao stumbled and crashed into the wall of a building before they could right themself and keep running. Almost there--
A guard's hand snatched their elbow in the same moment they flicked their free hand. Instantly, tree branches and roots shot towards them, racing passed and bowling into the guard that grabbed them. With a shout, the man and his fellows were knocked down, giving Lao a chance to veer down a side street and leave the hollering individuals behind. They darted behind another set of buildings, curling back into the shadows and making themself as small as physically possible.
Silence stretched on as their heart hammered against their ribs, flooding their ears with the roar of their rushing blood. They flinched as guards raced by; breath caught in their throat for several agonizing moments. Eventually, their shoulders sagged, and they exhaled, relieved when no guards turned back and found their hiding spot. Still, they waited even longer, letting the sunset turn into nightfall. When it became proper dark, Lao finally rose and crept out from their hideaway, tugging their cloak closer around them.
They rubbed their thumb across the tome's cover. Skin stroked against worn leather, feeling out the subtle engravings that decorated its surface. I hope this was the right decision... Lao swallowed down the lump beginning to form in their throat. Surely, they tried convincing themself. There was no other option.... Their forest--their home--couldn't afford otherwise.
Returned to the city streets, Lao was careful to keep an eye out for any more guards as they made their way to find some place to stay the night. It took some directions from a couple strangers but, eventually, Lao found themself before the entrance to the Wooden Willow Bar. A supposedly decent tavern and inn for any weary traveler to rest at. Pressing a delicate hand against the cracked wooden door, they pushed through and entered.
Noise greeted them, a comfortable din that spoke to the pleasant liveliness of the building's occupants. Hazel gaze swept through the room, quickly examining the various customers and staff as they searched for any available spot. A small table with only a pair of stools tucked away to the side but close enough to the fireplace for some much-needed warmth. Lao smiled, hurrying over to take one of the seats. The other stool they dragged closer, using their body to put it out of sight from the rest of the tavern so as to place the stolen tome upon it.
"What'll it be, love?"
Lao startled, sharply turning their gaze upon the woman who had approached while they'd been distracted. "Oh! I--I--" What was it that humans regularly had to consume? "A-Ale? An-A-And bread. Please?"
An eyebrow arched upon the woman's face, a shrug following shortly after. "I'll also get you the menu," she remarked before turning and walking away.
A soft sigh left their lips, and they slumped in their seat, elbows finding the table before they ultimately rest their head down upon their arms. For several moments, they remained as thus, peeking out through brown strands of stray hair to idly study the various beings within the tavern. Soon, however, the woman returned with the requested items, promptly setting them upon the table and then holding a sheet of yellowed parchment out for Lao to take. "Let me know if you need anything else, hun. The kitchen's open for some hours more." She started walking away again.
"Ah, wait, actually--" Lao interrupted, hand reaching outward as if they might grab for the woman's arm. Instead, the gesture ceased halfway as the woman turned back to face them. "By--By any chance? Do y-you have any A-Ad-Adventurer's Guild here? O-Or something of the kind?"
The woman seemed to frown. "Apologies, love. We don't have the likes in this city; we're too small to be considered for one." The comment was laced with an emotion Lao couldn't quite identify. "The closest we 'ave are billboards. You'll find 'em in most taverns here or other places with high traffic." And she pointed with her chin towards the wall behind Lao, prompting them to shift on their stool. Sure enough, there was a tattered board hung upon the wall with a smattering of fliers and adverts in various stages of age. Many were job requests, posted in search of help.
"Oh, I see...."
