Afina

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Sana kept her arrow nocked in place as she began to walk away from cave. The rain was letting up but the chill was still in the air and Sana wasn't exactly dressed for such weather. Two thing pieces of cloth wrapped around her most delicate of areas was all that protected her from the elements, her bare feet falling softly into the mud and muck of the forest floor as she grumbled to herself. She understood Derrixs anger on some level, one did not just waltz into another's camp and set up shop. Sana wasn't a particularly couth woman but there were some lines she didn't cross.

She made her way deeper into the forest, stopping at a tree and leaning back against it as the rain dripped down from the leaves above her. Yesterday had been horrible, today wasn't turning out to be much better. Running her tongue over her lips, she licked away the moisture as she lowered her head and stared at the ground, watching her toes wiggle in the mud as she lost herself in thought; her body shivering violently from the cold.

Back in the gave Shela contently puffed on her pipe, carving off pieces of meat and handing them out to those that wanted some and periodically taking a long pull from her flask of ale. A thick brow rose as Fiona mentioned the cinder sickness.

"Oh yeah, I read a flyer about that in a few towns back. Nasty shit ol cinder can be. Worse to deal than a night of elvish cooking," she said as she pulled the collar of her elven chain to the side to reveal a large black scar on her chest that looked like the remains of an over cooked carcass. "Burns like hell but the worst part is when one of the boils erupts," she said. "Boom!" she yelled as she threw her hands up in the air.

"Blood be so hot it be like molten steel bubbling on the hearth. Lands around you settin fire to anything it touches, your flesh chars as it heal. Left me with that nasty little reminder. Tell ya what I'd rather dance with a were under a pale moon than go through that again," she said letting go of her chain as she chewed on the tip of her pipe.

"Me? Oh I just be traveling. Ya know, see what be out there. Been done adventuring long time, longer than most ye been alive I reckon. Well maybe not that one," she said pointing over to Vaeri. "Can never be sure how old one of them be, they don't age like us normal folk," she said taking another puff off her pipe.

"A story eh? Well, I guess I could tell ya of the time me mates and I were out dungeon diving for treasure but wasn't nothing much exciting bout that. Oh I got one ya may like," she said as she pulled a necklace out from under her mail and held up a tooth that was nearly as large as her hand. "Could be tellin ya how I got this here Dragons tooth. Right good story there, lots of high adventure and more fun than barrel riding down the White River!"

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Sana held her bow, with the arrow nocked in place, in one hand as she ran her free hand through her wet hair and sighed deeply. This was a bit much for even the best of days but with everything else that had happened she felt the urge to just go ahead and skullfuck the dwarf with her arrow and get it over it. She looked over at Derrix, taking a step back somewhat as the events unfolded. Seemed she wasn't the only one that was tired of this but his reaction seemed to be a bit nicer than the options that were dancing through her head. Shela on the other hand just sat there, puffing away on her pipe as if it was an everyday occurrence and a broad smile came over her features as he dropped the hogs rear end into her lap

"Well I haven't have a nice piece of ass in a long time, much obliged!" she exclaimed as she patted the butt of the boor and proceeded to carve off some more. "Anyone else want some?" she said as she shoved a piece into her mouth, still holding the pipe between her teeth as she did. Reaching over she took her flask of Ale back and took a long swig. "Now, that is what I am talking about! good food, ale, and friends! Cheers!"

"Friends?" Sana hissed and then shook her head. "Oh screw this, I'll be with Derrix," Sana said grabbing her quiver and slinging it over her back, before she headed out of the cave.

"Woman is gonna catch her death of cold wandering out there in nothing but some bandages and no boots," Shela commented as she swallowed the piece of meat. "So Red, what you folk doing all huddled up here in the middle of no where?" Shela asked as she puffed away on her pipe and began carving off pieces of meat, handing out some to Kuzuo. "Come on, eat!"

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

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

Okay we have some characters in the mix

Wiz has brought in a "zombie"
Drago has introduced a "samurai" of sorts
Afie(me, hehe) has brought in a battlerager dwarf
Golde and Lumi will be introducing 2 New characters soon
Wits will also be introducing a new character come the next,village

So we are going to have more characters to keep up with, which does mean more reading but it will also open the door for more to interact with.

Right now I want to send a huge thanks out to everyone that is part of this rp, this has turned into a much more in-depth story line than originally thought and seeing the character development is awesome.

Major kudos goes out to Drago, Lumi and Golde for their posting efforts to keep the storyline moving forward and pushing for a lot of character interaction.

One more Kudo goes out to Wiz for putting up the most responded to post of the rp so far!

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Shela sat there munching away on the piece of meat she had snagged, if one could call it munching. She effectively shoved the entire piece of meat into her mouth and was sitting there chomping away as if she hadn’t eaten in a year; mouth agape for all to see each chew as she masticated the flesh, a wiry grin of pride on her features. She ignored Sana who was standing to her side trying to burn a whole through her with the angered glare she was shooting the dwarf.

As another new comer came by Shela rose a thick brow, wiping her mouth with the palm of her hand. “By my mines, when the last time you ate something? I’ve seen more flesh on an elf than be hanging on that bag of bones of yours,” Shela remarked as she continued to chew, a few pieces of meat flying out of her mouth as she spoke. “Whoops,” she muttered, picking up the pieces that fell on the ground and shoving them back behind her teeth. Seeing the skeleton hold out his hand to the skinny fellow Shela furrowed her brows. “For fuck sakes, you people not feed anyone around here?” she asked looking around at the group. When Tobias spoke up Sana shifted her glare to him.

“It’s called manners!” Sana snapped, stepping over to Epona and in one quick motion picking up her bow and nocking an arrow into place.

“Oh hush it stick,” Shela grumbled before looking over towards Tobias. “Pretty face? You ain’t got a beard, full and thick and you call yourself a pretty face. Now, that one over there, he be a piece of meat I wouldn’t mind getting to know,” Shela attempted to say in a sultry voice towards Hugh that ended up sounding more like an orc being raked over hot coals.

Sanas eyes narrowed to slits as the dwarf attempted to make a pass at Hugh, a possessive growl passing over her lips as she pulled the string back on her arrow and took aim. “He’s mine bitch,” she hissed, ready to release the arrow at Shelas skull. She was in no mood for this woman in any way, much less her making a pass at her man.

“Touchy, touchy. Fine, he be yours. No loss to me. Maybe if her grew that beard out though I could show him real fun,” Shela said chuckling as she continued to chew her stolen food. “Oh shh, no need for killing, just feed the damn thing and let it be on its way,” Shela said as she watched Tobias flip out at the zombie. “If he be needing brains, you ain’t in no harm.” She just shrugged after smirking towards Tobias and then looked over towards Derrix and said that the Boar was not hers.

“Want it back?” Shela asked before opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out, the masticated flesh resting on her thick tongue. “Didn’t think so,” she said with a chuckle before pulling her tongue back and swallowing. “Mighty fine meat, you got talent there who ever cooked this.”

“How dare you walk into our camp site and just steal our food! This isn’t some free for all buffet you cock knocking ale swiller!” Sana spat.

“I never swill!” Shela said as she turned her head slowly and narrowed her eyes towards Sana, placing her hand on the hilt of hammer. She was about to draw the weapon and Sana nearly released her arrow as yet another new comer came into the camp. “Well lookie here! Kazuo was it? Names Shela, that be some fine meat if I do say so myself!” she said with glee as she pulled out a large flask and took a long drink before handing it over to Kazuo. “Finest ale this side of the underground,” she said shoving it over to him.

“What the fuck is happening?” Sana said confused as she looked over at Fiona. “That’s the last time I sing that fucking song,” she growled.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Name:Elizabeth Victoria Johnson (Shela)

Age: 137

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Race: Dwarf - Sundered

Class: Battlerager(Altered)

Appearance/Clothing:

Skills: Brawling, Throwing Crap, Trigger Weapons, Sling Shot, Alchemy, Athletics, Trickery, Torture, Smoking, Drinking, Beers of the World, Stonecunning, Martial Weapons, Climbing, Stability, Appraise, Survival, Photographic Memory, Brewing, Languages: Common, Dwarven, Gnome, Dragonic, Halfling

Natural Abilities: Darkvision, +2 resistance to poison, +2 saving vs spells and spell like effects, +1 to attack against orcs and goblinoids, +4 armor class against giant types, high constitution, higher strength, lower charisma, lower dexterity, no penalty to base speed due to armor or load

Magic/Spells/Magic Items: Zip Ring (magical Zippo)

Additional Information: -4 penalty to attack rolls when underground

Weapons/Armor: Sling shot, 10 ceramic axes of Greek Fire, Smoke Powder packets, Warhammers (2), Battlerager Armor (altered), Light Crossbow (2) with bayonet (2 quivers), custom elven chain.

Armor

Does not wear the full suit - she only wears what covers her shoulders, arms and back of her hands, as well as the helmet.

Possessions: Healing potions, sleep potions, knife, grapple, rope, pack, water skin, rations, dried meats, pipe, tobacco, quill, ink, parchment, bedroll, restoration potions, survival kit, flint & steel, ball of string, clan standard handkerchief, tobacco & pipe pouch (water resistant), hemp necklace with dragon tooth, clan standard flask, dwarvish love stories book,

Personality: Shela has an inappropriate sense of humor and can be a loud boor, drunk or not. She is rather sadistic, tends to drink a lot and prefers her home brewed beer. (Though she has never swilled it) – She is a bit of a trickster and has a tendency to play practical jokes on people and really doesn’t care if they find them funny or not as long as they make her laugh. She has little to no tact and plays the pyscho role very well. She enjoys causing pain on those that deserve it and doesn’t have a problem head butting people, usually in the groin. If she can make things go boom she will. She nearly always has a pipe in her mouth and prides herself in never losing it even when in battle. Her personal quote is – “It’s all fun and games till someone gets blown-up, then it’s just fucking aces.”

History: Shela comes from a large family and has 9 siblings. Her mother is still alive but her father passed away when she was 21. Her sister Lily died when she was 16 and she is bitter rivals with her siblings Toby and Brianna. She has one sister, Susan, that she is completely devoted to and would move worlds for. The rest of her family she has a neutral relationship with – Randall, Christy, Daphne, Gena & Ester. Her history isn’t much, having always loved to get into a good fight growing up, she became the family protector at a young age. Once her siblings were grown she left home to find high adventure and it known throughout the area as the one to call if you want to get the job done and don’t care about it being subtle. She wears a necklace with a tooth affixed to it, the tooth if from a dragon her and one of her former adventuring parties were battling. She ended up rushing the beast and climbing up onto its back, shoving an axe of special make down its throat before jumping off. The subsequent explosion ended up blowing the creatures head to pieces and she was able to retrieve one undamaged tooth from the left over lower jaw.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

“Moradins beard, I shouldn’t have set out with that storm brewing. I’m soaked to me bones and cannot see shite,” a course voice grumbled as heavy footsteps trudged through the mud and muck as the rain poured down in sheets thick as lead. A short and stout figure pushed on through the storm, not knowing which way they were going at this point and just trying to find shelter. A spiked helmet rang with taps as the water fell from the sky, obviously a curse upon the land thought the heavily armored one. Looking up, eyes of amber red blinked as sounds started to ring through the thunder rolls.

“I must’a be hearing things, been out on the trail too long,” grumbled the figure as words sung broke through the sounds of the maelstrom. “Bloody hell, now me eyes be playing tricks on me. I don’t be needed no visions out here on this forsaken road,” growled the figure as a light like the call of heaven burst through the top of the forest canopy. “I best be checking it out, if I be seeing this, maybe something worth killin’ and eatin’ be seeing it. Could use some fresh meat, this dried bark they be callin’ jerky got me backed up like beavers dam.”

After a quick adjustment to the large pack hoisted over a spiked armored shoulder the figure pushed forward. Their eyes focusing on the light as its source grew closer and closer. It was hard to keep an ear out due to the sounds of the storm but the voice on the wind wasn’t horrid. “Least ain’t being no elf squalling out,” the figure reassured itself before cringing at the thought of listening to one of them harpy singing. As the stout one came close to the light as it suddenly faded away. “Well bend me over and turn me into a harlot, now ye shut up?” a voice hissed but kept pressing on and began to cut through the trees.

Thankfully the rain was beginning to die down and there was the smell of meat on the air. “Fooood,” the voice said in a slightly chipper voice with a pipe that had long been snuffed out by the rain lay clenched between teeth. Tilting a head to the side the figure stopped in the tree line as it watched an odd gathering of folk huddling under the roots of a large oak tree. “Well, ain’t that quaint,” the figure muttered to themselves as a woman up in the roots locked her legs under another root and swung down to take some clothing from a fiery haired youngster.

“Okay Fiona, got them,” Sana said as she took the clothing before righting herself back in the roots of the tree and began to hang up the fighters clothing. She stayed there as she waited to see if anyone else needed their clothing tended to before she jumped down, her lean legs swaying over the edge of the root. “Hopefully up here they’ll dry pretty quick but I guess as long as they are dry by morning it doesn’t matter,” Sana said before taking anyone elses clothing that was handed to her and leaping down from the roots, landing softly in the clover covered floor of the make-shift cave.

“You the one that was catter-walling out there in the storm earlier?” the figure asked as they stepped out of the tree line and made their way into the cave, dropping their pack on the ground next to them with a thud.

“Who the hell are you?” Sana exclaimed as she looked at the figure. She couldn’t make out the persons features due to the helmet and the hair plastered to their face but it was obvious they were a dwarf of some sorts. A helmet was worn on top of a large head on a short but very broad body that was adorned in the oddest fashion. They wore elven chain over their torso that was held in place by a belt that was riddled with various items, the oddest of which was a collect of axes that seemed to be the size of throwing daggers. Two Cross bows hung from the back and two battle hammers from each side of the belt. The persons arms were covered in spiked armor that went from their shoulders and covered the top of their hands.

“Who the hell you be?” the figure grumbled back.

“The bitch that is about to kick you the hell our camp, that’s who,” Sana hissed.

“In that get up?” the figure laughed, its voice going slightly higher in octave as it did. Sana went from mad to stunned as the person pulled their helmet off and pushed their white hair out of their face to reveal it was a woman, a dwarven no beard wearing woman. “Only thing you gonna do in that is catch a cold or one of me spikes up your backside. Whichever suits your fancy.”

Sana stood there, looking at the woman in slight shock. She had met dwarves in the past but they had been decent to be around and always male. She half thought that dwarven women were a thing of legend. Sana looked around at the rest of the group, her mouth slightly agape.

“I… I got nothing, you guys?” Sana asked.

“Apparently. Listen, I just gonna rest me haunches here ya toothpick,” the woman stated as she bent her knees and her butt fell into the ground by the fire. “Oh yeah, that be toasty nice,” she commented, totally ignoring those around her as she removed the pipe from between her teeth and knocked out the wet leaves on the heel of her boot. Reaching into her belt pack she pulled out some dry ones and packed the pipe before placing it back between her lips. Running the back side of a silver ring on her finger the pipe lit quickly as she puffed away, a content smile on her lips.

“Excuse you,” Sana said as she stepped in front of the woman.

“Excuse you, you blocking the fire,” the woman said before reaching out and pushing Sana by the legs out of the way. Sana slipped to the side and looked at the rest dumbfounded. “Hey, carve me off a bit of that beast, smells good!”

“I will not!” Sana hissed.

“Well, that ain’t no way to be hospitable!” the woman said before pulling a knife from her belt, leaving forward and carving off a chunk of meat. “Oh, name be Shela, who be you folk?” Shela asked as she pulled the pipe out of her mouth and took a bite of the meat. “Oh yeah, that be tasty!”

Afinas Bios - WIP

Name:Elizabeth Victoria Johnson (Shela)

Age: 137

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Race: Dwarf - Sundered

Class: Battlerager(Altered)

Appearance/Clothing:

Skills: Brawling, Throwing Crap, Trigger Weapons, Sling Shot, Alchemy, Athletics, Trickery, Torture, Smoking, Drinking, Beers of the World, Stonecunning, Martial Weapons, Climbing, Stability, Appraise, Survival, Photographic Memory, Brewing, Languages: Common, Dwarven, Gnome, Dragonic, Halfling
Natural Abilities: Darkvision, +2 resistance to poison, +2 saving vs spells and spell like effects, +1 to attack against orcs and goblinoids, +4 armor class against giant types, high constitution, higher strength, lower charisma, lower dexterity, no penalty to base speed due to armor or load

Magic/Spells/Magic Items: Zip Ring (magical Zippo)

Additional Information: -4 penalty to attack rolls when underground

Weapons/Armor: Sling shot, 10 ceramic axes of Greek Fire, Smoke Powder packets, Warhammers (2), Battlerager Armor (altered), Light Crossbow (2) with bayonet (2 quivers), custom elven chain.

Armor

Does not wear the full suit - she only wears what covers her shoulders, arms and back of her hands, as well as the helmet.

Possessions: Healing potions, sleep potions, knife, grapple, rope, pack, water skin, rations, dried meats, pipe, tobacco, quill, ink, parchment, bedroll, restoration potions, survival kit, flint & steel, ball of string, clan standard handkerchief, tobacco & pipe pouch (water resistant), hemp necklace with dragon tooth, clan standard flask, dwarvish love stories book,

Personality: Shela has an inappropriate sense of humor and can be a loud boor, drunk or not. She is rather sadistic, tends to drink a lot and prefers her home brewed beer. (Though she has never swilled it) – She is a bit of a trickster and has a tendency to play practical jokes on people and really doesn’t care if they find them funny or not as long as they make her laugh. She has little to no tact and plays the pyscho role very well. She enjoys causing pain on those that deserve it and doesn’t have a problem head butting people, usually in the groin. If she can make things go boom she will. She nearly always has a pipe in her mouth and prides herself in never losing it even when in battle. Her personal quote is – “It’s all fun and games till someone gets blown-up, then it’s just fucking aces.”

History: Shela comes from a large family and has 9 siblings. Her mother is still alive but her father passed away when she was 21. Her sister Lily died when she was 16 and she is bitter rivals with her siblings Toby and Brianna. She has one sister, Susan, that she is completely devoted to and would move worlds for. The rest of her family she has a neutral relationship with – Randall, Christy, Daphne, Gena & Ester. Her history isn’t much, having always loved to get into a good fight growing up, she became the family protector at a young age. Once her siblings were grown she left home to find high adventure and it known throughout the area as the one to call if you want to get the job done and don’t care about it being subtle. She wears a necklace with a tooth affixed to it, the tooth if from a dragon her and one of her former adventuring parties were battling. She ended up rushing the beast and climbing up onto its back, shoving an axe of special make down its throat before jumping off. The subsequent explosion ended up blowing the creatures head to pieces and she was able to retrieve one undamaged tooth from the left over lower jaw.