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It took me 10 years to finally fill one of these out, but I finally did it. Welcome, stranger.




I'm Drache. I'm a millenial leftist living in the US deep south. I'm a queer polyamorous kinkster. You can find me at PRIDE, at Ren Fair, at the local farmer's market, and the monthly dark party. I play D&D, I play Skyrim, and I play with gags and blindfolds. I'm your elder femdom, even though my bones hurt.

During the day I'm an emergency animal medical professional with 20 years in the field. On my off time I'm a dog show enthusiast, a karaoke singer, a baker, and a volunteer wildlife rehabilitator. I'm a collector of rare houseplants, of rescued exotic birds, of books, of tattoos. I'm the most feral spouse with the most domestic skills. I'm perpetually exhausted but endlessly impulsive.

If you're looking for a partner to share in your high fantasy, in your dark themes, in your deranged kinky monsterfucking, send me a PM.

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The reward review for A Frumious Attraction has been posted. Congrats to Twhirtley and Rekaigan. This 1x1 showed an excellent interaction between characters that helped them explore their talents and gain skill points. :D
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Skill Points
Observation: 4
Medicine: 4
Shield Magic: 3
Herbalism: 2
Leadership: 1
Endurance: 1

Knowledge
Magic: Shields can be broken
Magic: Summoning a shield quickly
Magic: Portals are Real
Healing: No One Should Die Alone
Healing: Triage, the Healer's Curse
Healing: How to use a Tourniquet
Healing: Being strong enough to cry later
Recognized as a competent healer by Lord Knight Svarak

Other
Mild scrapes on face and hands from flying debris, will heal without scarring in 5 days if treated by a Novice+ Healer.
20 silver pieces, gifts from the families of those she treated.
Flora Medicina Tessanis by Scriveriartas, an exhaustive botany text given to her as a gift from the woman who lost her arm but ultimately lived. This tome will take at least two months to read, but once completed will earn the reader a +5 in either Herbalism or Medicine and a +5 in Botany. Further details about the history of this book can be learned during co-GM RP.

CS Notes
N/A

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Skill Points
Music (Flute): 4
Song Weaving: 4
Medicine: 3
Sewing: 2
Animal Husbandry: 1
Endurance: 1

Knowledge
Magic: Songweaving with your Flute
Medicine: Running towards danger to help

Other
Leather skin of Lavender and Honey antiseptic is now empty.
8 silver and 20 copper pieces earned from flute-playing.
4 silver, gifts from those she stitched up.
As one of the men she stitched up was a well-connected butcher from the Ebonfort capital, he has promised free meat for Echo in thanks to Alya for stopping to help him. For the next two months, as long as Alya spends time in an Ebonfort city she will be able to acquire free scrap meat for Echo, which defrays the cost of feeding him during that time.

CS Notes
N/A
Reward Review

Well done Twhirtley and Rekaigan!



Skill Points
Shielding: 7
Animal Husbandry: 6
Socialization: 6
Intimidation: 5

Knowledge
Knowledge: Beast: Bandersnatch
Knowledge: Magic: Songweaving
Suspicion: Magic is as varied as the people who practice it

Contact: Alya Eloen and her wolf Echo

Other
N/A

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Skill Points
Song Weaving: 7
Socialization: 6
Writing: 5
Animal Husbandry: 4
Music (Flute): 2

Knowledge
Knowledge: Using your magic can go wrong!
Knowledge: Beast: Bandersnatch.
Knowledge: There are different kinds of magic.

Contact: Trix Greenlakes

Other
N/A

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Date: Ceruleo 51st 300DM
Location: North of Stone Crest in the Indiga Mountains

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Choking.

Rilana couldn't breathe. Her chest heaved with effort and she was rewarded with only the stifling pain of something tightening around her neck. Thrashing against her attacker she tried to lift her hands to fight, to claw at the thing that was choking her, to resist the weakness that was already settling over her and urging her with its sultry temptation to just give up. But her arms felt so heavy! She looked around frantically for something, someone, to help her, but everything was already dark and insubstantial. Terrifyingly dark. Managing to drag a hand to her throat, Rilana clutched at the fatal noose and her fist clenched around something that seemed strangely delicate. Gagging as her strength continued to fail and despair washed over her, dragging her down like a riptide, she looked down to find her fingers twined around a dazzling silver sash. With a final gasp, she followed the glittering ribbon of silver through the impossible darkness to see clawed paws grasping the other end, the talons ripping the fabric with the strength of their grip. Golden eyes opened, gleaming like witchfire before focusing on her soul, and the light of them filled her with shame.

"You did well, Envoy, but I have no more use for you."

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Rilana woke to the sound of silence, the deep hush that filled the world only when the snow had stopped falling and everything was muffled and calm. Sitting up quickly in her small tent, she reached out to pull the flap back and looked out to confirm what her senses already knew. The new snowfall had added a good three inches to the drifts. But the clouds were gone and everything gleamed with a magical whiteness. There were still many hours until morning, but the moon fey was suddenly wide awake. Moving swiftly, she scrambled out of her bedroll and searched through her saddlebags for her shoes.

Knowing that Kona was watching through her eyes she expected some patronizing comment about losing sleep or risking her neck when she had a mission to accomplish, but his presence was more passive than usual. He seemed to know that what his Mistress was about to do was a matter close to her heart. Of course he did. He was a part of her too. But if he raised his voice in a haughty quip she might change her mind, though she would regret it later.

Rilana's fingers flew, muscle memory lacing her thick leather boots up her bare calves. Wearing only a thin v-necked tunic in silver and blue that fell to mid-thigh, she emerged quietly from her tent, a pair of soft moccasins tucked under her arm. Her breath puffed on the air but the cold held no harm for her.

The snow-covered lumps nearby outlined the rest of the tents while a rising coil of smoke that disappeared among the stars told her that the unattended campfire had only recently gone out. She wasn't sure which of the Ebon Knights was on sentry duty tonight, but her lips twitched in a one-sided smile as she made a mental note to find out tomorrow.

Nothing stirred except the spiraling smoke and the sparkle of moonlight on snow. Rilana crept away from the camp as quickly and quietly as she could, her footsteps crunching only lightly, leaving a neat trail of bootprints in her wake.

The black trunks of sleeping trees were a stark contrast from the snow, and now and then she could hear the jingle of icicles rattling together in the creaking boughs. The wind was gentle on her skin, not even ferocious enough to whistle or moan of it's own accord. But it was the moonlight above that seemed to call to her, and though the Frostfell was still far away, for the first time in a long time Rilana felt like she was somewhere she belonged.

"I guess that's how you know you were lost," she whispered thoughtfully, "when the coming back almost knocks you to your knees." Kona was silent on that point. The notes of an old song floated back to Lana and she hummed softly, slightly off-key as she tried to recall the words while she walked.

The frozen edge of the lake appeared in front of her suddenly an Rilana paused. The wind was more vivacious out there in the open, blowing across the surface and exposing large areas of thick ice. The waxing gibbous moon seemed overbright and the stars wavered sparklingly overhead. A zephyr of cold wind and snow toyed at the hem of Lana's tunic. Almost without intending to, Rilana reached up and tugged the pin from her hair so that it tumbled down around her shoulders and down her back. Leaning down, she traded her boots for the soft suede slippers, leaving the former in the snow as she stepped out onto the lake.

She had no doubt that if she screamed, those in the camp would hear her. But she had put just enough distance between her and the others to give her some privacy.

"Is that all I need? Just a moment to myself?" she asked no one. Kona refused to answer, stubbornly forcing her to find out for herself.

The night was cold and beautiful, and as Rilana looked out on the frozen lake and the pristine snow-covered taiga. The only thing blacker than the slopes of the mountains was the sky behind them. It seemed wrong to want something more, but she couldn't help but feel like something was going to happen.

The entire world was waiting with baited breath. And then Rilana started to sing. Softly and half-heartedly at first. But as the fae words came back to her, the sound lifted and grew and became the song of someone whose voice was beautiful in spite of a lack of training, if only because her soul shivered with the emotion behind the words.

The moon above is glowing bright, shining down on me
I feel the northern wind's sweet kiss, blowing through the trees
And I dance all night 'til the bright dawn comes to wake me from my dreams
Oh, aye
Happy Birthday to me


And the tall shapely woman began to sway, one foot tapping gently with the rhythm. And her arms lifted. And with a soft hiss as her foot slid across the snowy ice to take the first step, Rilana began to dance. She had learned how long ago, as many young moon fey girls did. It was a dance meant to be shared with a partner, but Rilana made do without, twirling in a circle on one foot with her arms outspread when ordinarily the counterweight of someone else's hand in hers would dip and spin her.

The veil of lights fills the night, colouring the snow
There are years to come and I know not the places I will go
But I'll cherish all my memories wherever I may be
Oh, aye!
Happy Birthday to me!


Her path across the lake left a sweeping pattern in the ice, the trail one of carefree abandon. Rilana didn't notice at first when it started, but slowly realized that the dark patches of ice were beginning to glow with more than just her own moonlit reflection. Her graceful steps never faltered, but her dazzling eyes widened as she looked up and found the sky afire.

There's moon light shining on my heart
There are snow flakes swirling in the dark
I'm waiting for my love to come and dance with me
Oh, aye!
Happy Birthday to me!


Sheets and swirls of blue and green flamed and sheeted silently across the heavens, haloing the dark mountains making Rilana's breath catch in her chest with the beauty of it. Her pearly hair gleamed where it hung around her face, the colours of the aurora painting it with shifting hues.

I'll light a candle to remember those closest to me
The only gift I'll ever need is the joy of family
Oh, aye!
Happy Birthday to me!


Tears streaked down Rilana's cheeks, whether by joy or sorrow she could't know. How many birthdays had she spent celebrating in the wilderness alone? Or with just Kona beside her? Being a Druid had always filled her with pride and she was confident that she didn't need the large moonlit gathering that was so traditional a birthday celebration of her people. But tonight all she could think about was the time she had wasted that could have been filled with the faces of friends she'd never met.

There's moon light shining on my heart
There are snow flake swirling in the dark
I'm waiting on my love to come and dance with me
Oh, aye!
Happy Birthday to me!


Oh-ah-ay, oh-ah-oh, hara-la-dum-dee!
Oh-ah-ay, oh-ah-oh, hara-la-dum-day!


It was supposed to be a happy song, but her lone voice trembled across the frozen water full of emotions that swirled like she did.

Oh, the joy that fills my heart and lets me see...

But she couldn't see. The wetness on her face became a dusting of ice across her cheeks.
Name: Asher Kincade
Race: Human (Kvaren/Screamer)
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Birthday: Saffra 20th 270
Birthplace: Valley of the Screamers
Resides in: Valley of the Screamers (nomad)
Occupation: Swordmaster to the Thunderfang Tribe

Appearance:


Asher is a healthy man in the prime of his life. He stands at 5'11" and is physically fit due to not only the necessary labour that accompanies a nomadic lifestyle, but frequent weapons training both solo and with his fellow Screamer fighters. Asher's hair is black as a raven's wing, though a faint lightening at the temples suggests he might go grey early. He shaves his facial hair but usually has a bit of growth along his jaw and sideburns before he remembers again. His eyes are ash grey. He has several battle scars, the most notable being two sword marks on his face. In general, he is somewhat comely but even without the scars he'd only be slightly better than average. He dresses plainly, the only hint of any ostentatiousness being a golden hoop in his left earlobe.

Personality:
Asher is sullen and broody, often withdrawn and almost always quiet. He rarely smiles. His thoughts are consumed by an ever-present need to exact revenge on a certain Ebonfort knight. He can be helpful and he contributes to the continued survival of his tribe, but his conversation and demeanor is usually perfunctory and curt at best. He wasn't always this way, and some of the people who were close to him before he became a widow can bring out a ghost of his more cheerful and vivacious self, but these moments are rare.

History:
Asher was born and lived all his life in the Valley of Screamers. His father was a Swordmaster to the leader of the Thunderfang tribe's leader at the time. As is often the case with children who are born into a world rather than choosing to enter it as an adult, Asher never really stopped to think seriously about the Ebonfort and why his people hated them so much, he just took it for granted that it had always and would always be this way. He grew up helping mend armour and move tents, care for horses and make even the blandest food taste interesting. He learned the ways of the roaming animals of the plains and vowed his hatred of Ebonfort when he was proclaimed a man. But that was before Wren.

The Thunderfang tribe is one of the largest tribes of Kvaren, mainly because it tends to absorb smaller tribes who can't survive on their own or the cast-offs of others. It is the first place many strangers can come to learn the Kvaren way. While the Thunderfangs rarely organize raids themselves, they play an important part in providing support to the more blood-thirsty clans who attack Ebonfort regularly.

Wren came to the Thunderfangs shortly after Asher's first raid on a village. She scrubbed the blood off his armour and he gave her a kitten he had stolen from an Ebonfort barn. Asher took Wren for his wife shortly after, and a year later she was heavy with his child. Tragedy struck in the form of an Ebonsteel blade, leaving Asher widowed and grieving, and he never really recovered. With nothing but vengeance to occupy his thoughts, he occupied his body by training to be a better fighter. His efforts were noted by the Thunderfang leader, who promoted him to be one of several Swordmasters who serve the tribe.

Skills:
Weapon (Falchion) +47
Weapon (Whip) +1
Unarmed Combat +21
Horsemanship +14
Dual Wield (Sword/Whip) +11
Leadership +15
Land Navigation +10
Intimidation +11
Socialization +3
Endurance +3
Riding +4
Observation +3
Body Building +2
Rhetoric +1
Tactics +2
Animal Husbandry +1
Teaching +2

Total 90 + 20 (racial) + 41 (rewards)

Languages:
Kvaren (Fluent)
Common (25 points)

Special Abilities:
None



Possessions:

Item | Acquired | Value
Tribal Nomad's Outfit x 5 | Starting | 5 GP
Cold Weather Outfit | Startin | 8 GP
Traveler's Cloak | Starting | 1 GP
Breastplate (steel)| Starting | 200 GP
Helm, Nasal | Starting | 15 GP
Warskirt (studded leather) | Starting | 25 GP
Greaves | Starting | 60 GP
Vambraces | Starting | 50 GP
Shield, Buckler | Starting | 15 GP
Falchion Sword (steel) | Starting | 60 GP
Dagger (steel) | Starting | 2 GP
Whip (leather) | Starting | 1 GP
Warhorse, Light | Starting | 150 GP
Mule, Draft | Acquired | 10 GP
Bit and Bridle | Starting | 2 GP
Horse Feed x10 | Starting | 0.5 GP
Saddle | Starting | 10 GP
Saddlebags, large | Starting | 8 GP
Cook's Kit | Starting | 10 GP
Backpack | Starting | 2 GP
Bedroll | Starting | 1 GP
Blanket, Winter | Starting | 5 SP
Fishing Kit | Starting | 15 GP
Flint and Steel | Starting | 1 GP
Lantern, Bullseye | Starting | 12 GP
Rope (100ft) | Starting | 10 GP
Tent, Pavilion | Starting | 30 GP
Copper Jug and Basin | Starting | 2 GP
Ale, Barrel, Local | Starting | 6 GP
Torch x2 | Starting | 4 CP
Waterskin x2 | Starting | 2 GP
Manacles (master | Starting | 50 GP
Chain (10 ft.) | Starting | 30 GP
Shaving Kit | Starting | 15 SP
Candle x 10 | Starting | 10 CP
Maned Wolf Tooth Pendant and Skin | Starting | 10 GP
Slave: Verissa Greenlakes | Acquired | -2GP/day (see ledger)

Ledger:
Cost | Item | Subtotal
+200 GP | Starting Money | 100 GP 0 SP 0 CP
+1000 GP | Extra Money for not having a house | 1100 GP 0 SP 0 CP
-787 GP (rounded up) | Starting purchases | 413 (rounded down)
+838 GP, 7 SP, 5 CP | Ceruleo 300 DM Pay Day | 1251 GP, 7 SP, 5 CP
+793 GP, 5 SP, 5 CP | Jedayan Pay Day | 2044 GP, 12 SP, 10 CP
7 GP/day x2 (Occupation Pay, Swordmaster, Journeyman)
Income: Asher is incurring the cost of having a slave. -2 GP/day to his income.

Other:
N/A

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While she listened attentively, the Moon Fey straightened her back uncomfortably, as though the weight of the responsibility Svarak was charging her with was a physical burden settling heavily on her slender shoulders. The Charr's proclamation of confidence did little to ease the trouble that lurked behind Rilana's eyes. She continued to watch him as he sat down, curious and thoughtful, especially at the melancholy look that crossed his face. But perhaps she imagined it.

Rilana's piercing blue gaze settled on Tomas, whom she'd previously failed to acknowledge and watched him get up with his rustling satchel, and if out of nothing more than her desire to find her way out of the Citadel and away from the Lord Knight, she didn't hesitate to follow until she was right at the door. Turning back, her lips pulled up in a smile, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, "We shall see what happens, Lord Knight. Oh, and next time you want to force me into a sparring match, challenge me yourself."

The Moon Fey had little to say to the young squire, listening to him with the empty face of someone who was replaying her previous conversation over in her mind. It was how she tended to look when Kona was pestering her, but for now the gryphon was silent, his presence a simple attempt to comfort her while her emotions vied tempestuously with her infantile sense of duty.

She was more amused by the existence of the lift than curious about how it worked, though blaming the long ride down to the ground level was a convenient thing to blame the flutter in her stomach on. The sight of Bruin was a welcome relief and her opinion of Tomas improved when he moved to touch the beast kindly. She tucked the thing into the front of her soft deerhide vest and pursed her lips.

"I'm sure I will think of much in the next few days but I am weary now and need to rest so that I can apply myself properly for the journey at hand. I will want to meet the knights who are to accompany me before we leave. For now I will tell you that whatever dry rations you expected to bring, double it. The weather in the Frostfell is colder than you can possible imagine. Invest in wolverine fur, it's one of the few animals that does not gather frost."

Before she left to find a place to stay (since none of the Knights had bothered to extend that modicum of hospitality, as Kona was quick to point out!) she briefly imparted a basic knowledge of surviving in the cold and the existence of such things as snow-shoes and snow-goggles and a few other things.

Enjoying a moment with her horse, bolstered, if only somewhat, but the knowledge that he would be with her again, Rilana was completely taken aback by the strange behaviour of the page. Certain that she would shatter under the strain of any more strangeness, Rilana fled into the city, followed by the ghostly flight of a white raven.
Bump because I have an idea for MxM if anyone is interested.
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