Afina

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

The Village – Group A

Sister Agnes ducked behind Mevlus, half grateful he was there and half thinking that he was completely nuts. Then again looking around at the group that was defending the village from the attack she concluded they had to at least all be somewhat out of their minds. Looking up before glancing over to him she nodded. “Thank you,” she said quickly and then proceeded to move out of the way and back towards the entrance of the apothecary so she could watch without becoming a target and another victim they would need to defend.

Then she heard Hanzo call out for her; gathering the folds of her habit she moved as quickly as the old woman could over to him. He had managed to take out several of the assailants but they had done their own damage on the monk. Running over to him she took a quick look at his injuries before she reached out as her hands began to glow with a soft white light. Moving them over his body slowly, not wanting to rush the process now that body after body was dropping to the ground, the few that were there taking the upper hand in the battle finally. Hanzos injuries began to close and the bleeding stopped after a few moments, the flesh reknitting itself and healing. There would be some small scars but there was nothing major left once she pulled her hands away and he would be able to function normally once again. Fatigue and blood loss she couldn’t help, she knew of a few spells that would but she did not possess them.

Turning as she heard more of the battle ensue from behind her towards the southern end of the village Sister Agnes perked a brow at the new comer. She had not seen him before; he wasn’t one of the ones that had come into the shop earlier in the day and she couldn’t help but wonder why he was there. Seeing him fight off the evils that were attacking the village she had to say a quick thanks to the Light for sending another person to battle these maniacs. Turning back to Hanzo she smiled. “You need to get to the side and rest, it looks like things are being taken care of,” she said in a kind voice before moving away from him and heading towards the new comer.

“Thank you,” she said to the man that was holding his shoulder as she approached him carefully. “Don’t worry, I won’t try to hurt you,” she said softly. Sister Agnes was your everyday looking woman of the cloth and looked far too old to be in the middle of a battle rushing around healing the younger folk but it was all she could do for them. Stepping over corpses as the fog faded away she came close to him. “Seems you need a bit of healing,” she added as she held her hand out, it glowing faintly with a holy light. If he were to detect her alignment he would find that she was a lawful and good soul that carried no malice in her heart even if she was fatigued from healing body after body this day.

Resting an old and weathered hand atop of his that held his shoulder she said a soft prayer and warmth would fill his form, starting at the wound and slowly spreading out from there to fill his body. It would cause the wounds to close and the flesh to reknit itself as she healed him, the bleeding would cease but sadly the woozy feelings and light headedness would remain. All she could do was heal them from any more blood loss, the rest would require water, food and rest. As she finished she glanced around, wondering if this was it for the day or if there would be more than needed protecting. There was still a smell in the air that would not leave coming from the bodies of those that attacked the town. Whatever the source had been was not there before them and it made her worry that this day was far from over with. She only could hope and pray that the rest of the group would be back soon from their little side quest.

”Sister Agnes! Sister Agnes!”, she heard cry out but she could not see where it was coming from as she stepped away from the new comer and began to go towards the sound of the voice that called to her from seemingly nowhere. Then she saw it, a faint outline of a face seemed to be floating in the air and wobbling with each step.

“I see you,” she called out as she ran over to him and reached out carefully, trying to find his body with her hands since he was still under the effects of the invisibility potion. Finding one shoulder and then the other she opted to heal him as best she could instead of focusing on a single point. She did not know how injured so she did not want to risk not healing him enough. Lowering her head as her stood there she began to glow softly and the light fell from her, enveloping Tobias as she prayed; the light outlining his form as she healed him. It took longer than she would have liked but she was not going to risk not going enough for the thief.

As she finished she took a step back and sat down, breathing heavily on the edge of the walkway of wood that lined the shops of the small village. She had been used to healing people over the years but not having to heal this much so quickly in the middle of a battle. It was something she was unused to and it was beginning to take its toll on the old soul. Resting back against a post she took a few long breaths to regain her composure. She hoped the battle would be over with soon.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

@Dragoknighte@Horrid@Luminosity@knighthawk@Afina@Billsomething@Melkor@Penultimate_Pi@TheWizardLizard@Warrior In The Shadows@Goldeagle1221

K, things are running well. Half of group B is done with their fight and most of who is left seems to be readying their posts to finish off the fight. Hoping it will be done tonight or tomorrow at the latest.

Once group B is done, will time skip somewhat after healing to bring group A back to the village and then we can proceed on with collecting the first item in the quest.

Afinas Bios - WIP

Name: Unknown - Referred to as Jun'Krama (The Brax'Na name for God Warrior, their leader)

Race: Brax'Na

Age: 34 (In Standard Earth Years)

Gender: Male

Rank: None

Appearance: Jun'Krama stands broad of shoulder and solid of build, weighing in at 278lbs and standing at 6 foot 5 inches. He is an imposing figure with dark hair and eyes that are deep set. His hard features and chiseled physique, along with his gruff face features make him appear harsh.


Possessions: Large sword, a bit larger than a standard Bastard Sword, and sheath. (Other Possessions made be added with full character development. Has a mount that can carry Brax'Na weight, fill in as needed)

Skills/Abilities: Brax'Na Law, Government, History, and Operations; Basic GNC Trade Operations and Crystal Mining: Hand to Hand Combat: Weapon Combat Skills include sword use, bow use, knife throwing, grappling, horse back riding: Over All Military Tactics: Brax'Na, Common & Alterian Languages

Personality:

History: (Unknown to GNC - Provide what you wish) - Brax'Na Leader, won Jun'Krama in battle, killing previous Jun'Krama

~Note - Brax'Na live in a small village that is close to an oasis and built similar to if ancient Vikings lived in a desert area. Feel free to build it up from there)

The Wandering Gypsy

Ramara heard Wade coming over to her and a slight smile came to her lips but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. Apparently someone felt the same way she did and wanted to get as far away from the rest of the group as possible. It meant not getting a lot of sleep since they would need to put as much distance between them and those they left behind but Ramara preferred traveling at night and would gladly give up sleep to get away from those that rubbed her the wrong way.

As Wade came up to her and spoke she pulled the hood of her mantle back and let it fall to her shoulders. Glancing towards him out of the corner of her eye before answering. "As far away from them as possible," she said in an oddly refined accent for someone of her profession but there was a hint of the wandering traveler in it that she had never been able to shake. Growing up a Gypsy she faced many of the same problems that her eldest sister did.

The curve of her body, the line of her jaw, the slope of her eyes, the tone of her skin and the slightly exotic intonation of her voice gave away her heritage to those that had dealt with them before but those that hadn't would just pass it off as someone from a different land. Being an adventurer made it easier to both blend in and to be found out, it just depended on the company. She wondered what side of the coin Wade would fall on in this scenario.

It took a little bit for them to break the tree line and finally find the road but as they did Ramara looked up at the moon, it peaking out from behind rolling clouds every so often. Taking a long and controlled breath, now away from the stretch of the camp sight she felt a wash of relief fall over her; though in all honesty Wade still needed a good cleaning in her mind but he still smelt better than the orc had.

"I have someone I need to find," she said in an unemotional tone as she turned and proceeded north along the winding path that lead towards the mountains. Beyond it lay a small village that she had heard about beyond the borders of the current kingdom. It was as good a place as any to continue her search and even though Wade was no friend, he was no enemy at this point and the trek through the mountain pass would be easier with someone by her side than traversing it alone. There were wolves, orcs, goblins and more in the mountains, she figured she could use a wall between her and the monsters ahead should a fight break out.

The Wandering Gypsy

Name: Ramara Rawn
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 115 lbs
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Hair color, texture, length, style: Golden blonde with ash streaks,silky texture that is worn simply half way down her back

Eye look, shape & color: Pearl blue eyes with Amber flakes. Round eyes that slant slightly at the litter edge

Skin Tone: Tanned with peach undertones.

Body Type: Thin toned body over all with very powerful legs muscles.

Voice/Accent: Her voice has a tad deeper intonation than most women and is slightly raspy.

Clothing: Forest green wrapped leggings, bodice and sleeves are covered with rich tanned leather thigh boots, corset and shoulder guards.

Armor: None

Weapons: Two long bladed daggers are worn at her waist, two thin bladed short swords are worn crossed over her back, multiple silver throwing daggers are secured in her belt, on her thighs and tucked in her boots. Poisoned darts are secured to a release hidden in her forearm guards that can be fired for distance if needed.

Spells: Repressed bard abilities like her sister that have yet to surface.

Natural Abilities: Agile, acrobatics, gymnastics, ambidextrous

Skilled: Ramara is a skilled assassin; knife thrower, swordsman, close combat fighting, grappling, take down techniques, pressure points, stealth, lock picking, find traps and hidden passages

Personality: Quiet and untrusting, hard to get close to. She prefers to be left alone and detests asking for help. A very stubborn woman who prefers to do things alone than in a group. She can be quite volatile if provoked and tends to be a bit moody. Even more so than her older sister Sana Rawn and does not have as kind of a heart.

History: She comes from the Rawn Troop of Gypsys and is the younger sibling of Sana Rawn. She always admired her older sister Sana and when she saw Sana leave she decided when she came of age she would do the same. Over the last years she has honed her skills and searched for her sister but to no avail.

Afinas Bios - WIP

Name: Sister Agnes

Age: 60's (unsure of date of birth)

Alignment: Lawful Good

Race: Human

Class: Nun(Cleric)

Appearance:


Skills: Concentration, diplomacy, tending to injured parties, agriculture

Natural Abilities: None - Human

Spells/Magic:
Create Water: 2 Gallons of pure water can be created from unpure water, mud or sludge
Bless Water: Creates 1 Quart of Holy Water from equal amount of pure water
Cure Minor Wounds: Heals wounds and burns that have not broken through all the layers of skin (5 times a day)
Cure Moderate Wounds: Same as Minor but for 2nd degree burns or wounds that would require stitching (4 times a day)
Cure Major Wounds: Same as Moderate but for 3rd degree burns or wounds that have caused deep muscular damage or bone break (1 time a day)
Cure Serious Wounds: Same as Major but for burns that cover more than 25% of the body or has damaged major internal organs (1 time every 2 days)
Cure Crucial Wounds: Same as Serious but for burns that cover more than 50% of the body or any wound that may be fatal if used within 5 minutes of wound infliction. (1 time a week)

Additional Information: Part of the Sisters Of The Light - They worship no one god or goddess by name but instead follow a path of light thats goal is to keep the darkness and evil at bay. They are pacifists and do not engage in fighting, only healing and caring but they are not naive and understand that sometimes one must fight; though in this instance they will seek outside help instead of inflicting harm on another.

Weapon: A simple walking staff that is never used as a weapon and is rarely carried.

Armor: None

Possessions: Other than a staff she rarely carries and the clothing on her back, she has nothing that belongs to her though the convent carries various items needed to live within the convent and the orphanage they belong to no one nun but to the convent itself.

Personality: Sister Agnes is a kind soul and even if she might be taken back a bit when meeting a person different from what she is used to she never judges and chooses to see the good in all before anything else. She knows evil exists in the world but prefers to see the light in the world instead of the darkness.

History: Sister Agnes does not speak about her life before the convent, which she joined when she was in her 20's but since joining she has become one that the sisters look to when dealing with the outside world since most of them were brought there as infants and know no other life, she is one of the few that has had a life before the convent and they defer to her for her knowledge of people and ability to be kind to all. She is also the main healer for the orphanage, but since her healing is not helping with the Cinder Sickness she was sent to find people to help.

The Wandering Gypsy

Ramara

Ramara pulled the hood of her cloak back as her legs dangled over each side of the branch she sat on high above the rest of the group. Looking down at those below her and perking a brow as she watched Regalia slowly gather her things before mounting her horse and riding off into the night. Why had she left Ramara wondered to herself but in the end it mattered not. She had been commissioned to go on this journey so there was no true reason for her to be there.

Looking back at the camp Ramara noticed that the younger corsair was gone as well. The only ones that seemed to remain was the odd orc, the jester, the paladin and the drunk who called himself Wade. Oddly enough out of all of them Wade seemed to be the least offensive in the group to her for what ever reason. Perhaps it was because he didn't seem to be hiding what he was under pretentiousness and hypocrisy.

Shrugging to herself she decided it was time for her to leave as well. This group wasn't going anywhere and she had more important tasks to attend to. Her sister was out there somewhere and she needed to locate her. It didn't matter that she had already been searching for nearly ten years, she knew she was out there somewhere. That had and would always be her priority, to find her and find out what she had been up to all these years.

Pulling her hood back up she swung a leg over the branch and slid off of it, landing softly and soundless on the ground below. Looking around for a moment she gave a nod in a silent farewell before walking over to her horse and securing her possessions to it. She wanted to be long gone by the time morning came and the rest woke to continue on their quest. That was their job, not hers. Walking over to the drunk she placed a hand lightly on his shoulder and shook him slightly.

"Want to get out of here?" she whispered as to not to disturb the others. She didn't wait for an answer but instead motioned over towards the path that lead deeper into the woods and to another town that lay to the north beyond the mountain pass. She figured it was as good a direction to head as any. Rising from her place she did not wait to see if he would follow but instead took the reins of her horse and began to led the beast of burden towards the path. If Wade followed she would keep moving at a slower pace but if he did not, by the time she reached the path she would mount up and move as swiftly as possible to the next town.

Seeking Refuge

Time seemed to slow down around Killashandra as she stood there, awaiting to see if there was any response to her call. Was someone in there hiding in the shadows, somewhere beyond the darkness was there grind or foe or perhaps there was nothing but trickery playing in her mind as the winds whistled through the trees of the forest on this evening. Surly someone would answer if there had been but then again if she had been the one that lay within the doorway, would she answer out to the call of one she did not know? Could she have added that she was grind to one she did not know? Perhaps not for sometimes the friends that we see at face value, beneath them lays something cruel and unyielding and those that appear to be monsters are truly the kind and gentle hearted.

Killashandra had learned years ago to never let things go by face value alone for she had been used by those that she held dear before. Them only wanting what they seemed and giving no consideration to what they should give in return to the ones that stood beside them. It had driven her away from more than one so called friend in the past and even now there were those she knew that made games of her needs while she tried to catered to their whims. Making her wish she had a greater strength to end them but loneliness was a cruel mistress and it caused one to hang on to the past when it should be buried before any more trauma could be caused.

Then again there had been those she had stayed away from for one reason or another only to find they were truly a diamond in the rough, only needing a single word of kindness to reveal what a rare gem they were in a world of hardship and turmoil. How she longed go meet more such as those, for they were too few and too far in between in this life and the next. Perhaps she should take a chance on seeking out to find if there was friend or foe, either way, as she looked at it, twas better than nothingness, perhaps it was the nothingness she feared but at this point in her life she did not have the luxury to fear what was already before her.

Taking a step and then another she pushed her way deeper into the building that she had come across. Something had called to her when she stood on the precipice of time at the shores edge. Causing her to wander into the forest and away from the harsh brutality of the waves crashing and wearing down the cliffs. She sensed no malice before her as she wandered, every so often calling out and listening to hear of there was any reply, but malice could be hidden, like so many things, in the shadows so much could be kept in the darkness. Veiled from reality.

"Hello?" she spoke again as she stopped and looked around, pulling her journal out and taking the quill from its spine. Soft eyes looked on cold parchment that was soft and expectant. Taking a breath she left her fingers fly across the blank canvas. She wanted to be able to see more clearly and while there was some light it was not as much as she would like. The cold walls seemed to play tricks the longer she stood there and she longed for the soft warmth of true flame, a gentle dream to break the fog of memory.

Once she had finished the drawing she replaced the quill back in its resting spot in the binding of the journal before ripping the page out and closing her most treasured possession. Tucking into the belt of her bodice before holding the parchment between her finger tips, it catching on fire at the highest point of the paper and melting into a wooden torch a flame with soft flickering light that her place fingers wrapped around.

"Hello?" she called once more.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

@Dragoknighte@Horrid@Luminosity@knighthawk@Afina@Billsomething@Melkor@Penultimate_Pi@TheWizardLizard@Warrior In The Shadows@Goldeagle1221

Group A - You are in free rotation - it will take roughly 2 hours of Rp time to get from the camp back to the road. Once you reach the road, it is up to you if anything bothers you. I am giving each member of group A the chance to throw something at the group. It can be a traveler just to say hello to, one of the freed prisoners can get sick or die, a thief could try to rob you. Which ever or something else. Once group B is done with their fight I will post again for group A to bring both groups back together fully in the village.

Group B - things are looking good, one person is already finished with their fight, several others only have one more post to make - so it is running smooth. Once you finish your fight Group A will show back up. When you are done with your fight, pm me for what you can loot of those you killed. And also remember Sister Agnes is available to heal.