Name: Zenovia

Race: Anuirean

Gender: Female

Age: 31

Birthday: 27th Vermillio, 269 DM

Birthplace: Valley of the Screamers

Resides in: Valley of the Screamers

Tribe: The Silent Ravens

Occupation: Shaman, Warlord




Personality: Zenovia is very blunt with her words, almost never ‘tiptoeing’ around a subject. She’s brutally honest, which often gets her into trouble. Despite her high position among the Screamers, she doesn’t enjoy people doting on her or trying to get on her good side just for some favors. She’d sooner step on someone than help them do something that doesn’t involve her. Despite her abrupt attitude to most thing, Zenovia can be a quiet soul, especially at night.

However, she isn’t entirely unsociable, she does enjoy celebrations and gatherings that are held among other tribes.

History:
The Silent Ravens is an ancient tribe that had always been quite detached from the other tribes, often keeping to themselves, only sending their Shadewalkers to relay information from their tribe to another when there is no large gatherings. That was until Zenovia was born.

At birth, she was chosen as the next Shaman of their tribe, but since the Death of Magic, her mentor wasn't able to perform the 'ritual' of spiritism teaching until magic had come back at the beginning of 300 DOM. Her mentor whom had been alive since the Death of Magic, passed away a few months after the ritual had been performed.

Due to her Anuirean birth, she was taught how to fight like the rest of her race. When they begin their training, they are allowed to choose what weapon they will fight with. Zenovia opted for the Aniurean Staff (Reminiscent of a Shakujo). She chose it purely because of the way it sounded when it was used, but it proved to be a very deadly weapon.

Despite her Tribe’s detachment from the others, Zenovia tends to mingle with the other tribes, often joining them in gatherings and celebrations. She is by no means a nosy person and she tends to stay incredibly neutral when it comes to conflicts that don’t involve her. During one of the Moonlight events, she was gifted a black raven hatchling, which has grown into her lifelong companion.

By the time she turned 31, the previous warlord had already passed on. She has succeeded her teacher as Warlord and calls upon her spirit every so often for help and guidance.

Skills:
Spiritism (40)
Weapon (Staff) (20 [+30])
Meditation (10)
Wilderness Survival (5)
Falconry (5)
Intimidation (5)
Leadership (5)

Possessions:
Quantity | Item | Acquired | Value
1 | Tribal Nomad Outfit | Starting | 1gp
1 | Traveler’s cloak | Staring | 1gp
1 | Staff (Shakujo) | Starting | 1gp
1 | Leather bag | Starting | 1gp
1 | Bedroll | Starting | 1gp
1 | Black Raven | Starting | 2gp
1 | Tent, 1 person | Starting | 1gp
1 | Waterskin | Starting | 1gp
1 | Bit and Bridle | Starting | 2 GP
10 | Horse Feed | Starting | 0.5 GP
1 | Saddle | Starting | 10 GP
2 | Saddlebags, Small | Starting | 4 GP
1 | War Horse, Light | Starting | 150 GP
Others:



Knowledge:
Contact: Warlord Keelie

Ledger:
Cost | Item | Total
+100gp | Starting Money | 100gp, 0sp, 0cp
-128 GP, 1 SP, 0 CP | Pay (Ceruleo) | 0 gp, 0 sp, 0 cp
Pay: 9GP/day

Story List:
Date - URL - Characters involved
61st Day of Ceruleo, 300 DM - A Badger in Sheep's Clothing - Zenovia & Verissa Beatrix Greenlakes aka Trix
27th Day of Vermillion, 253 DM - The Fiery Ravens - Zenovia (Solo)

Name: Raffey Silafin

Race: Keremis

Gender: Male

Age: 34

Birthday: 36th Ceruleo, 266 DM

Birthplace: Sinivin Oasis, Auric Desert

Resides in: Scream Watch

Occupation: Hunter (3 GP/day)

Appearance:
Various scars from Blood Vines Thorns and Leaves
Calf Stab, with Slice - Treated by Kvaren, will heal on own fully by the end of Saffra 301.

Personality: Raffey is quite jovial, often jesting with complete strangers and flirting with any woman that catches his eye. He loves to drink, gamble, and fight. The only time he's serious is during his hunting.

History: Raffey grew up with a large family of hunters in the Sinivin Desert, far to the south of Pyresia. He is the runt of the litter, and one day decided to leave the desert, to find new creatures to hunt and test his skills elsewhere.

Skills:
Journeyman
Hunting: 43 (40 SP, 3 XP)

Novice
Melee (Shortspear): 35 (30 RB, 5 XP)
Wilderness Survival: 10 (10 SP)
Tracking: 10 (10 SP)
Observation: 9 (9 XP)
Riding (Auric Beetle): 9 (5 SP, 4 XP)
Flirting: 8 (5 SP, 3 XP)
Drinking: 6 (5 SP, 1 XP)
Socialization: 6 (6 XP)
Gambling: 5 (5 SP)
Ranged (Javelin): 5 (5 SP)
Cooking: 5 (5 SP)
Endurance: 3 (3 XP)
Tactics: 2 (2 XP)
Acrobatics: 2 (2 XP)
Bodybuilding: 2 (2 XP)
Negotiation: 2 (2 XP)
Wilderness Survival: 2 (2 XP)
Stealth: 2 (2 XP)
Leadership: 1 (1 XP)
Medicine: 1 (1 XP)
Investigation: 1 (1 XP)
Subterfuge: 1 (1 XP)
Riding (Horse): 1 (1 XP)
Intelligence: 1 (1 XP)
Archaeology: 1 (1 XP)



Possessions:
Quantity | Item | Acquired | Value
Travel Kit including
1 | Backpack | Starting | 2 GP
1 | Bedroll | Starting | 1 GP
1 | Blanket, Winter | Starting | 5 SP
1 | Fishing Kit | Starting | 15 GP
1 | Fishing Net (25 sq ft) | Starting | 4 GP
1 | Flint and Steel | Starting | 1 GP
1 | Lantern, Bullseye | Starting | 12 GP
1 | Pot, Iron | Starting | 1 GP
100ft | Rope | Starting | 10 GP
1 | Tent, Large, 6 Person | Starting | 15 GP
2 | Torch | Starting | 4 CP
2 | Waterskin | Starting | 2 GP
1 | Auric Beetle, War Beetle | Starting | 400 GP
1 | Saddle, Riding | Starting | 10 GP
1 | Saddlebags, Large | Starting | 8 GP
*Any remainder beyond this is used to provide 1 year's worth of living expenses, starts Ceruleo 300 DM.


Other Items
5 | Hunter's Outfit | Starting | 5 GP
2 | Shortspear | Starting | 4 GP
5 | Javelin | Starting | 5 GP
1 | Traveler's Cloak | Starting | 1 GP
2 | Leather Armor, Hunters | Starting | 20 GP
1 | Rucksack | Starting | 1 GP
1 | Cook's Kit | Starting | 10 GP
1 | Small Pouch of Alchemical Powder: Coria's Breath* | Earned | No Value
*Drache and Raffey both will find a deep purple powder littering the bottoms of her bags and his boots. This is the powder from Kraven's alchemical defense against Coria's breath. If they bring this to an alchemist, they can learn more about it.
Ledger:
Cost | Item | Subtotal
+100GP | Starting Monies | 100GP
+179 GP, 9 SP, 5 CP | Ceruleo 300 DM Pay Day | 279 GP, 9 SP, 5 CP

Story List:
Date - URL - Characters involved

Contact: Verissa
Verissa: Is a healer
Verissa: Owns 2 Mountain Ridgebacks
Knowledge: Brynmor is now a Sergeant
Frustration: He did not kill Brynmor
Medicine: Drinking makes his wounds worse
--

Art is not my own.

Archaeology: Straight Lines are Unnatural in Nature
Tracking: Dragon Claw Marks
Genrit’khaath: Fire Breath
Location: Genrit’khaath's Cave
--
Location: Fossil Outcrop North of Pyresia
Contact: Laurel, Alufiend Firespinner
Contact: Sirik, Silent Drow
Contact: Kraven, Funny Human
Kvaren Tribe: The Crimson Vines
Firespinning: Fire Spirits might be real
Firespinning: Can't affect lava
--
Simple Dwarven Riddle
Location: Fire Temple in Karawac
Elementals are Real
Elemental Symbiosis
--
Contact: Warlord Keelie, Blood Vines' Mistress
Location: Lovely Lily Tavern, New Vircastoria
Crimson Vines Tribe: Consists Mostly of Mages
New Vircastoria: No Impure Breeds Allowed
Location: Old Vircastoria Ruins, Home to Coria
Keremis: Can Somehow Stop Bloodflow
Coria: A Massive Ooze
Coria: Puppetmaster
Coria: Can Mind Speak
Coria: Can 'Purify' Me
Coria: Can Regenerate
Coria: Can Be Damaged by Fire
Kraven's Magic Could Temporarily Stop Coria's Breath
Haunting Memory: Kraven's Death by Coria
Promise from Coria: Will Purify if Soul is Pledged
Promise from Keelie: Always Welcome in the Crimson Vines

Mysterious Book 1 - Written in what appears to be a dwarven language. If brought to a dwarf, and translated/transcribed, will reveal details that will lead to several dwarven supply depots in the Underdark around Pyresia.
Mysterious Book 2 - Written in Draconic, Journal of Dreusilliax. Tells the tales of a female black dragon that fought against a nation known as Ebonfort.
Mysterious Book 3 - Written in Common, a Merchant's Manifest and Travel Log. Shows a ceramics merchant's inventory and traveling between villages, prior to the Death of Magic
Mysterious Book 4 - Written in an unrecognizable language.
--
Page of Unknown Glyphs from Fire Temple Entrance* - IF presented to a Clairvoyant of Journeyman or higher, can be revealed
Fire Elemental (Sprite), Cinder, sibling to Laurel's Spark - Dormant for rest of season to recover after the fire temple incident. Can be nurtured through magical or mundane fire.
Heart of the Fire Temple (Invaluable Gem) - When touched by a Fire Elementalist, will lead to Pyresia. More can be unlocked through an RP in Pyresia or by achieving Artisan Fire Elementalism. Is warm to the touch by non-elementalists.
--
-Wing Membrane Scar
-Raffey and Drache's exposure to the ambient and overwhelming magic of the god Coria awakened their magical defenses. As such, the next time they attempt to use any of their senses to discern something magical, or difficult to see, they will acquire the magic known as Aurism.
-Drache and Raffey both will find a deep purple powder littering the bottoms of her bags and his boots. This is the powder from Kraven's alchemical defense against Coria's breath. If they bring this to an alchemist, they can learn more about it.

Mojavico, 200 year old male copper dragon (acid breath)
]

Knowledge:

Drachiathoryx: Half-Breed
Drachiathoryx: Sired by Sgarsiathoryx the Red
Favor Owed: Drachiathoryx
The Death of Magic: Three Centuries Ago
Pyresia: A City of Dragons and Dwarves
Magic has recently returned
Thought: I was frozen for over 300 years
Pyresia: Northwest of my Cave
Knowledge: Other dragons have claimed my territory
Knowledge: Using breath weapon indirectly to cause forest fire
Knowledge: The breath weapon of acid dragons smells sickly-sweet
Knowledge: The green female has a hoard somewhere in my territory

He stands at a height of 5.54 inches and weighs about 4 ounces. His long blue hair is usually tied back in a low ponytail. His iris' are golden in colour, and his skin is quite tanned. His average sized wings are translucent, with a tint of blue and slight yellow streaks. They are outlined in black.

Camouflage (6 [+30])
Ranged (Composite Bow) (44)
Scouting (10)
Observation (11)
Poison (7)
Aerobatics (6)
Stealth (5)
Tracking (5)
Hunting (10)
Tactics (1)
Leadership (3)
Socialization (3)
Bodybuilding (5)
Subterfuge (1)
Land Navigation (1)
Endurance (4)
Investigation (1)
Medicine (1)
Unarmed Combat (1)

The Feeling of Healing Magic

Name: Morka Do’Gash
Age: 39
Gender: Female
Race: Orc
Specialization: Stealth, Ranged

Name: Pasho Do’Gash
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Race: Orc
Specialization: Tracking, Melee

Name: Leshy Do’Gash
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Race: Orc
Specialization: Dual Wielding Melee

Nia, formerly known as Kalasse, was an only child, as far as she knew. Her parents were not the most caring in the world; it seemed like all they really cared about was their drug habits. Her name, “Brightness”, was rather a joke; she wasn’t the brightness in anyone’s lives, more the forgotten shadow. Nia was pretty much raised by the older girls who lived in the same tree. This way of life went on until Nia was almost seven years old. Almost an adult. Then her parents decided they were going to leave behind everything they knew in a quest for a “less sophisticated” life. Also, entirely not because the people of Ilumire were starting to realize that the Elenyes were terribly addicted to drugs.

The family had heard of a place called Ebonfort. Where laws were rather less strict than in Ilumire. They traveled there, intending to go to the capital, only to be denied admittance. After all, they were by this point broke and disheveled and exhausted. When the family tried to leave, the Knight on guard duty stopped them, saying that noncitizens were often executed on the spot, and that it would be a toll to make sure he forgot about their existence.

The family could not pay a toll; they had no money and little food. So the knight took Kalasse as payment instead. And her parents let her go and didn’t even seem too bothered by the loss.
Kalasse was promptly taken to the slave markets, where she was bought by a wealthy young tavernkeeper, who’d just inherited the business from his father. Something about her sharp, alert eye and graceful movements had piqued his interest. She’d already been pretty decent with a dagger, having learned from the boys of Ilumire when she’d not had anything better to do. Between this and her small size, and her ability of silent flight, her master had a good role for her.

She was to be his assassin. Killing those who opposed him, without bringing the Ebon Knights down on her head. On the side, she would do whatever her master wanted her to do to bring money in.

It was on her seventh birthday that she had her first assignment. She pulled it off, in the moment, without a hitch, but was so horrified by what she did that she spent hours crying at home, the man’s blood still on her. When she realized what day it was, the day that should have been her Naming, had she remained in Ilumire, she gave herself the name Nyérë. “Sorrow”. And she tried to accept the task that life had given her.

Over the course of the years she began to enjoy her work, starting to take pleasure from the suffering and sadness that she caused. Not that anyone was able to point it to her, of course. Her targets were always people who were ill in-favor, and the assassinations were done cleanly enough (often with poisoned daggers; with the poisons she used, a tiny nick on the arm or leg was enough to do a man in within a few hours) that no one ever really bothered searching. Mind-altering drugs were lovely things; often the poisoned individuals would not actually die of the poisoning, but of walking off the ramparts or drowning themselves in fountains, as they were prone to do.

The tavern keeper expected all of his slaves (who were all female) to be able (and willing) to serve all patrons in whatever ways they desired. Despite her size Nia was not exempt from this expectation; though obviously there were some acts that would be pretty much impossible, she was expected to be able to satisfy any guest that wanted her services. This was another skill that she learned to enjoy.

It has been almost thirty-four years since she was enslaved. Secretly, Nia is counting down the days to when the innkeeper dies of old age, in the hopes that maybe then she’ll be free. And then? Well, then she’ll likely try to find her parents. And pay them back for what they did to her.

n/a

Harpies are an all-female race of monsterous humanoids that come in one of three varieties: those with wings instead of arms and hands (Non Arma), those with back-positioned wings with arms and hands (Arma), and those with wings located along their arms, but still in posession of hands (Ala Arma). They are known, in legend, for their seduction and/or kidnapping of humanoid males for breeding purposes, only to release them after their purpose had been fulfilled. A child born of a union between a harpy and a non-harpy always results in a female harpy, though the child often cosmetically resembles the father. The sub-species of harpy is not genetic, and it is random in terms of which one a newborn will be.

Though fiercely protective of their home and their kin, they rarely seek violence otherwise, and will very rarely take sides in a conflict that does not directly involve them. While it is not unknown for certain tribes to maintain favorable connections and relationships
Harpies have the following racial traits:

• Natural Flight
• Darkvision
• Keen Sight
• Natural Insulation

The Non Arma (Latin for No Arms) variant of Harpy comes from the fact that the species has wings in place of arms. There are other notable difference as well.

• Prehensile Talons (the talons that replace her feet can be used as hands.)
• Enhanced Rotator Cuffs (the legs can stretch up to both in front and behind her head.)
• Prehensile Wings (the feather-tips can act as finger-like appendanges)

The Alanix tribe has been nestled along the higher peaks of the southern Indigia Mountains since before magic left this world, and, since Harpies are not magical creatures by nature, remained relatively unaffected by the sudden change that it brought about. They are a relatively unique tribe, simply because they have never been known to "hunt" species for mating. In fact, their relationships with both the Ebonfort Empire, as well as the other creatures within the mountains, have been amicable at worst. They have offered their services as guides and guards for those wishing to traverse the peaks, as well as offering information about the movement of wildlife along the mountains, and the weather patterns that move up and down the peaks. Because of this, though the Alanix are not the only tribe of harpies that live along the mountains, they have certainly received the best reputation.

In recent centuries, since magic had left the world, their services were relied on more, and the infrequent contact they received became far more prevelant in their society. This was good, as, to keep the numbers of their tribe up, the members of the Alanix tribe almost always accepted payment in the form of "marriage," in which a male would mate with one of the harpies that aided him, and would remain with the harpy, and the tribe, until after the child had been born (it was not uncommon for males in this position to remain with the harpy in question, as some took the idea of fathering a child seriously enough to enter into an actual marriage with the harpy). However, it got to the point where that method of payment was no longer viable (or welcome, as the case may be), so they looked into the exchanging of goods and knowledge for their services.

Cecielle was born into the world with only a mother, a result of a temporary "marriage" that did not evolve into anything more during her developement. She was the first child of an Ala Arma harpy (orig13.deviantart.net/e672/f/2010/296/.. [Credit to Isthar]) named Ollyne and a human red-head whose name remains unimportant. While being raised, her mother realized that she did not wish to become mother to another child, and began to ask those she aided to, instead, teach Cecielle skills pertaining to certain trades, namely mercantilism. This went on for many years, until Ollyne had a nasty run-in with a mountain bear, and ended up permanently crippled, having lost one of her arms protecting a peddler. Normally, such an act would have also cost the peddler much, but, Ollyne struck a deal between him and the tribe: take her daughter, Cecielle, on the road, and teach her, first hand, a different way of life, so that Cecielle would have the option to choose her own path in life. So, for the first time in the tribe's history, a fledgeling left the tribe's nest, and learned to walk a completely different path.

It was not easy for Cecielle, especially not at first. She had barely gotten her first bout of flight feathers when this happened, so, she was still quite inexperienced in the world, and had only a very lose grasp on mathematics themselves, let alone economics. Not only that, but, she was seen by many other merchants as a potential piece of property to own. However, a peddler's word in business is his honor, and, despite several generous offers, Cecielle was never sold, and was, instead, taught how the world traded with goods and currency. Because of the kindness (and guilt) of the peddler she had been delegated to learning from, Cecielle began to become fascinated with all of the things she had, initially, struggled with, and though she had to work far harder at understanding all of it than, say, a human child would have, she did begin to grasp it.

As time went on, Cecielle became less of an apprentice and more of a traveling companion for the now-aged peddler. She developed quite the tongue of her own, and a business sense passed on from her teacher, plus her own natural intuition, led to a combination that earned her both respect and contempt. Though human culture was still largely a mystery to her, and even the years spent traveling the region of Ebonfort did little to fully inform her of all the nuances, Cecielle understood the important parts, and would soon become the focus for a very disgruntled merchant. His name was Edward, and he owned a small fur business in a moderately sized village in the forest west of Silent Rise, and though he was only a decade older than Cecielle, he carried himself as if he had the wisdom of the ancients. However, he was also a dishonest merchant, and although it was suspected, no one had been able to prove it. He was also the one Cecielle came through to buy furs from to sell for a profit in Stonecrest, as a harsh winter was expected to hit.

No one but Cecielle and Edward know the exact details of what went down during negotiations, but it ended with Cecielle leaving to buy from a merchant elsewhere, and Edward so mad, one would think a demon of rage had possessed him. It is important to note that Cecielle rarely traded for currency directly, and would often sell things to merchants on credit, or trade them in for something of equal value. This was a trick taught to her by her master, who, at this point, had retired to open a store of his own in Stonecrest. On this specific trip, she had brought wheat from a small farming village just south-west of Ruby Banks to trade for the furs, as the price of wheat had gone up due to the bounty of a harvest that was pulled in. However, Edward had tried to swindle her for a reduced price by planting insects into the specific of bundle of wheat he had taken in for inspection. Somehow, he had managed to smuggle them into the bundle without the inspector noticing, but not without drawing suspicion for Cecielle, who immediately called him out on his trickery.

At least, that's how Cecielle tells it. Edward makes her out to be some sort of witch who tricked both him and the inspector. Regardless, the inspector sided with Cecielle, and the negotiations ended with the promise of a formal investigation into Edward's business practices. It is said that greed can cause men to be vengeful, but pride is just as deadly, and Edward had a plan to capture Cecielle and sell her off to a slave smuggler, who had promised her disappearance completely. The night of her departure, brigands, who had been suspected of being on Edward's payroll for years, stopped her on her way out of the village, and threatened her with death if she did not hand over her cargo. Not wanting a fight, she allowed them to take what they wished, but that was not sufficient. The brigands had been hired to provoke her into a fight, and then parade her unconscious body around, to show everyone what happens to monsters who lie and steal. They degraded her, and insulted her character, as well as her honor as a merchant, all the while trying to pinch and pull, trying to find something that would force her take action.

They found nothing, and she remained with a cool head and composure. This, needless to say, pissed the brigands off, to a point where they got physical with her. Cecielle, all the while, stayed the righteous path, only ever matching their poisonous words with wit of her own, which made them even angrier. Eventually, one of them grew impatient, and threw her against the side of the carriage, and threatened her with rape, claiming that no one would even care. Finally, in that moment, she bore her fangs, or, more accurately, her talons. Nothing fatal, but, the damage she did to him ensured that he'd never be able to follow through with any threat of rape. The remaining brigands, after seeing one of their own done in with almost no effort on Cecielle's part, grabbed their injured companion, and ran. Cecielle used her same skills of diplomacy and wit to ensure she got to the village's watch first, and informed them of what happened, in great detail, and was told to stay put another day while they investigated her story.

Needless to say, they confirmed her tale, and found, on the brigands, a writ of service, instructing exactly how to capture the harpy, and where to receive payment, with Edward's signature. As Cecielle's master would say, "his arrogance was his own downfall," and she never heard from him again. However, her name was heard a bit more frequently amongst peddlers, and she was no longer simply a stranger who had been taught their ways. She was accepted as one of their own, and, finally, she felt it was time to show her mother all that she had accomplished. After making preperations, and lodging her horse and cart in Azure Strand, she made her way back towards the mountains that held her tribe, though, within those frigid peaks, her return was not as warm as she'd expected it to be.

When she arrived, she was, at first, treated hostily, and was assumed to a member of a rival tribe. After some discussion, however, her name was recognized, and she was allowed to enter the tribe, which had grown even more, albeit only somewhat, since she had left. Her mother, she found out, had never given in, and Cecielle remained her only child, and she had become a respected wise woman of the tribe, despite her relatively young age. Her word was listened to more readily by the younger harpies, and the elders looked to her as the voice of youth. And, even though Cecielle was largely looked at as a stranger, Ollyne recognized her daughter almost instantly, and welcomed her back with an open wing. Their time together was brief, however, as Cecielle had only come to stay until the new year, when she'd need to make the flight back to Azure Strand, and begin the year of trading all over again.

This was last year, 300 DM, and while she was able to regail the younger harpies with the tales of her adventures in the market, the older ones paid her little mind, and even less respect. Her mother had done something unprecendented, and some of the elders resented both Cecielle and Ollyne for what happened eighteen years ago. However, her visit was largely uneventful, and, with a somewhat mocking good-bye wish for Cecielle to return with a child of her own, Ollyne bid her daughter goodbye, and Cecielle made the journey back to Azure Strand. It would have been a shorter trip, but, she had paid for the entirity of the month of Jadeyan for storage and care, so, she decided to take a more scenic trip. What she arrives to find, and what awaits her in the year 301 DM, is yet to be determined, and, though Cecielle expects another year of business, both profits and losses, and a fluctuating market, she may come to find far more.