I have not written down what languages Crale can speak other than his native tongue because I was unsure if there was actually any difference in languages to begin with. I can easily take it out if that is the case and add something else instead.
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Name: Crale Serventus
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical description: Crale stands at 6 feet in height, he is of medium build with well defined muscles due to his lifetime of training and performing many labours for the other villagers. He inherited his rugged looks from his father and also has the man's strong jawline and dark hair. A neatly trimmed goatee and mustache adorn his face and his hair is almost always unkempt or windswept. Crale's eyes are a deep green, his mother's eyes. He is considered quite handsome by most of the maidens in his village although none of them would ever dream of approaching him. A small crescent shaped scar mars his lower lip, the result of not reacting fast enough to a sword thrust.
Personal history: Living in the village of Andor, a small but vibrant place laying along the western edge of Elinor, where his father is the Mayor. Crale grew up amongst simple folk, fishermen, herdsmen, tanners and farmers. He was however, a man of noble birth, Gregor Serventus, Crale's father, was a former Knight of the crown, he had retired to Andor after a hunting accident had left him blind in one eye and needing the use of a cane to walk with. Crale had a very intense upbringing, he was educated by both his mother and father in history, learning to read and write, which quite a number of villagers did not know how to do. He was instructed in herbology by his mother's handmaiden. Gregor not only oversaw his only son's education but also saw too it that the boy was trained in the arts of weaponry and horseplay. Crale was a natural, almost any weapon he picked up he was a natural with, he favoured the sword and shield, the armaments of the old Knights. His horse riding was by no means superb, but he made do.
The only downside to Crale's childhood was the fact that he was almost always alone, his father was very strict and somewhat of an elitist. He believed that Crale should not mingle with the "commoners", something that Crale hated, it was one of the only things they could never agree on. Crale would often help fishermen, farmers and the tanners with their everyday labours, something else that did not sit right with Gregor.
He would often go on hunting trips with some of the more adventurous youths, he even came up with the idea of a militia of sorts so that the villagers had some protection from roving animals or the occasional bandit. His father seemed to be happy with this as he was once again called into action to oversee the training. All in all it was an almost ideallic life, until his father began to hear rumours from the north.
Character traits: Charming, easy-going, honorable, loyal but inexperienced in real combat. Some would say that he is Naive because of his youth and somewhat sheltered life.
Skills:
Highly trained in the use of his longsword and shield, wielding both from an early age.
Competent archer and hand to hand combatant.
Decent fisherman.
Has limited training in field medicine (can apply basic ministrations such as bandaging wounds)
Trained in herbal lore by his mother's handmaiden, is able to identify which herbs are safe to use as poultices or salves to coat wounds.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical description: Crale stands at 6 feet in height, he is of medium build with well defined muscles due to his lifetime of training and performing many labours for the other villagers. He inherited his rugged looks from his father and also has the man's strong jawline and dark hair. A neatly trimmed goatee and mustache adorn his face and his hair is almost always unkempt or windswept. Crale's eyes are a deep green, his mother's eyes. He is considered quite handsome by most of the maidens in his village although none of them would ever dream of approaching him. A small crescent shaped scar mars his lower lip, the result of not reacting fast enough to a sword thrust.
Personal history: Living in the village of Andor, a small but vibrant place laying along the western edge of Elinor, where his father is the Mayor. Crale grew up amongst simple folk, fishermen, herdsmen, tanners and farmers. He was however, a man of noble birth, Gregor Serventus, Crale's father, was a former Knight of the crown, he had retired to Andor after a hunting accident had left him blind in one eye and needing the use of a cane to walk with. Crale had a very intense upbringing, he was educated by both his mother and father in history, learning to read and write, which quite a number of villagers did not know how to do. He was instructed in herbology by his mother's handmaiden. Gregor not only oversaw his only son's education but also saw too it that the boy was trained in the arts of weaponry and horseplay. Crale was a natural, almost any weapon he picked up he was a natural with, he favoured the sword and shield, the armaments of the old Knights. His horse riding was by no means superb, but he made do.
The only downside to Crale's childhood was the fact that he was almost always alone, his father was very strict and somewhat of an elitist. He believed that Crale should not mingle with the "commoners", something that Crale hated, it was one of the only things they could never agree on. Crale would often help fishermen, farmers and the tanners with their everyday labours, something else that did not sit right with Gregor.
He would often go on hunting trips with some of the more adventurous youths, he even came up with the idea of a militia of sorts so that the villagers had some protection from roving animals or the occasional bandit. His father seemed to be happy with this as he was once again called into action to oversee the training. All in all it was an almost ideallic life, until his father began to hear rumours from the north.
Character traits: Charming, easy-going, honorable, loyal but inexperienced in real combat. Some would say that he is Naive because of his youth and somewhat sheltered life.
Skills:
Highly trained in the use of his longsword and shield, wielding both from an early age.
Competent archer and hand to hand combatant.
Decent fisherman.
Has limited training in field medicine (can apply basic ministrations such as bandaging wounds)
Trained in herbal lore by his mother's handmaiden, is able to identify which herbs are safe to use as poultices or salves to coat wounds.
Fantastic. I will have to rethink my character slightly but overall it should be easily done. Being from a village in England myself I will use what I know. (Most people will know eachother by sight etc etc). Would it be alright if I had a former Knight of the Kingdom/Queendom of Elinor retire to the (as yet unamed) village and he would be the mayor (of sorts), it would be his son who would be the character I played as but just wanted to know how much I was allowed before I posted it all and then had to make a lot of changes.
I wasnt planning on going over the top but having a militia unit in the village would be how my character would be trained in the ways I was working out.
I wasnt planning on going over the top but having a militia unit in the village would be how my character would be trained in the ways I was working out.
Very interested, is there any particular names for the west area of Elinor, like minor towns or cities etc. I ask because I was going to make my character from the west (near the coastline) so I could include what I had already worked out in the character sheet. Also, are all the people in the world human?
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Lilly and the stranger left her home within the hour. She had been appalled to see that the ice had already completely covered over half her garden, she could keenly feel all of her plants crying out in pain, yet she could not afford to attempt any more spells without knowing the origin of the ice. Her companion kept quiet throughout her packing, he did not offer any words other than to remind her they had need for haste when he saw her tarry at the hedgeline.
Several frantic hours later, and only a few miles away from their starting point. The strange elf held up a hand and motioned for Lilly to stop. She did immediately and reached to restring her bow, there was a sense of menace hanging in the air. The elf noticed this and scowled at her. Lilly returned the scowl but dropped her hand to her side. Not one for taking orders or being told what to do she was about to give the elf a tongue lashing that would strip off some of his haughtiness when a eagle-like shriek cried out through the darkness.
Reacting upon instinct, Lilly raised her staff in front of her, not having time the time to restring it into her longbow. She held it defensively and ran her hand across several carvings etched into the surface. Whatever was out there, just beyond her field of vision, held it's place. As if waiting for them to go towards it. The elf turned to her and shook his head at her reflexive need to react with violence. He started walking, muttering to himself in what Lilly could only imagine was elven. The words meant nothing to her yet they conjured images in her head with their lyrical quality. She hurried after him but made sure the staff was gripped firmly in case it was needed.
Moonlight peeked through the canopy and the trees themselves seemed to thin out, an almost perfect circle, and a clearing became apparent. Lilly gasped as she saw the creature that gave out the shriek. A Griffin, one of the majestic mounts of the elves stood bathed in the moonlight. The great beast gave itself a shake, the huge wings and chest feathers plumping up as it gave off a show, it was almost as if it enjoyed being admired.
"Usually the Griffins will not let anyone ride them unless they have bonded since birth, Swiftrunner here however has told me he will be more than happy to carry both of us to where our people wait."
Lilly walked past the elf, he had still not given his name. She approached the majestic animal with respect and awe, a small measure of caution thrown in as well because it was just good sense.
"You have my thanks beautiful one, I have never met one of your kind before and would not wish to offend you by giving the wrong title to you so I went with beautiful as it does you justice, if you grant permission I will call you by the name given by our travelling companion."
She gave a small curtesy, it seemed appropriate. As she turned to speak to the elf, she wanted to know just how she was going to stay on the great beast. A voice popped into her head, it sounded strangely birdlike coming from such a big beast.
Princess, you do not remember me of much of your people, it is a shame. I would be grealty honoured to carry you back to your parents.Long has my kind been in service to the elves, You, of course may call me by my elven name of Swiftrunner, if there is nothing else I suggest we take flight immediately, on my way here I spotted a great force amassing not far from out destination, even from my height I could tell that they were more monster than man.
The strange elf must have also heard the griffin's speech because whilst Swiftrunner was communicating with Lilly the elf had already pulled a saddle out of the concealing bushes and had almost finished fastening it in place when the Griffin gave a sharp cry. Lilly followed the gaze, although her eyes were not as keen, she had no trouble seeing the huge glow of a fire, its blaze that fierce it was lighting up the very night sky. She shuddered as the notion of them flying directly towards that very inferno hit her. She had never intended to get involved in any races squabbles, unfotunately it seemed like fate had other ideas.
She was helped into the saddle, given quick instructions on how to hold the pommel and brace herself correctly, when she asked about reins both the elf and Griffen laughed, an odd sound coming from both of their throats. The elf, satisfied she was ready, climbed behind her and wrapped his arms around her to grasp at the pommel, she was not used to males being so forward but kept her opinion to herself, as the mighty creature began to pace around the clearing she was glad for the extra support, when the huge wings unfurled and began beat, slowly dragging them all from the earth, Lilly was clinging onto the elf for dear life. She silently prayed to her goddess and asked for a safe journey, although when she realised what she was asking for, a nervous chuckle escaped her lips. Was anywhere safe?
Several frantic hours later, and only a few miles away from their starting point. The strange elf held up a hand and motioned for Lilly to stop. She did immediately and reached to restring her bow, there was a sense of menace hanging in the air. The elf noticed this and scowled at her. Lilly returned the scowl but dropped her hand to her side. Not one for taking orders or being told what to do she was about to give the elf a tongue lashing that would strip off some of his haughtiness when a eagle-like shriek cried out through the darkness.
Reacting upon instinct, Lilly raised her staff in front of her, not having time the time to restring it into her longbow. She held it defensively and ran her hand across several carvings etched into the surface. Whatever was out there, just beyond her field of vision, held it's place. As if waiting for them to go towards it. The elf turned to her and shook his head at her reflexive need to react with violence. He started walking, muttering to himself in what Lilly could only imagine was elven. The words meant nothing to her yet they conjured images in her head with their lyrical quality. She hurried after him but made sure the staff was gripped firmly in case it was needed.
Moonlight peeked through the canopy and the trees themselves seemed to thin out, an almost perfect circle, and a clearing became apparent. Lilly gasped as she saw the creature that gave out the shriek. A Griffin, one of the majestic mounts of the elves stood bathed in the moonlight. The great beast gave itself a shake, the huge wings and chest feathers plumping up as it gave off a show, it was almost as if it enjoyed being admired.
"Usually the Griffins will not let anyone ride them unless they have bonded since birth, Swiftrunner here however has told me he will be more than happy to carry both of us to where our people wait."
Lilly walked past the elf, he had still not given his name. She approached the majestic animal with respect and awe, a small measure of caution thrown in as well because it was just good sense.
"You have my thanks beautiful one, I have never met one of your kind before and would not wish to offend you by giving the wrong title to you so I went with beautiful as it does you justice, if you grant permission I will call you by the name given by our travelling companion."
She gave a small curtesy, it seemed appropriate. As she turned to speak to the elf, she wanted to know just how she was going to stay on the great beast. A voice popped into her head, it sounded strangely birdlike coming from such a big beast.
Princess, you do not remember me of much of your people, it is a shame. I would be grealty honoured to carry you back to your parents.Long has my kind been in service to the elves, You, of course may call me by my elven name of Swiftrunner, if there is nothing else I suggest we take flight immediately, on my way here I spotted a great force amassing not far from out destination, even from my height I could tell that they were more monster than man.
The strange elf must have also heard the griffin's speech because whilst Swiftrunner was communicating with Lilly the elf had already pulled a saddle out of the concealing bushes and had almost finished fastening it in place when the Griffin gave a sharp cry. Lilly followed the gaze, although her eyes were not as keen, she had no trouble seeing the huge glow of a fire, its blaze that fierce it was lighting up the very night sky. She shuddered as the notion of them flying directly towards that very inferno hit her. She had never intended to get involved in any races squabbles, unfotunately it seemed like fate had other ideas.
She was helped into the saddle, given quick instructions on how to hold the pommel and brace herself correctly, when she asked about reins both the elf and Griffen laughed, an odd sound coming from both of their throats. The elf, satisfied she was ready, climbed behind her and wrapped his arms around her to grasp at the pommel, she was not used to males being so forward but kept her opinion to herself, as the mighty creature began to pace around the clearing she was glad for the extra support, when the huge wings unfurled and began beat, slowly dragging them all from the earth, Lilly was clinging onto the elf for dear life. She silently prayed to her goddess and asked for a safe journey, although when she realised what she was asking for, a nervous chuckle escaped her lips. Was anywhere safe?
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The snow fox crept forward, nose poised to sniff at the scents of many blooms. Flowers that should not have blossomed for many months were on display, the frozen white carpet of snow gave way to a veritable blanket of lushous green grass, this was the home of the druidess known as Little Red Riding Hood, she answered to the human name Lilly Rider. A third name, a secret name she herself did not know, was the reason why the little fox, who was not really a fox, was there to find her. But first, the little creature had to get past the wards.
Lilly sat in her small home, it was the same cottage that had belonged to her human grandmother, the same one in the story that had sparked off rumours behind her being named for the coloured cloak's hood she almost always wore. The tall woman's lithe and graceful hands flew over the sewing that she was completing, another quilted coverlet would soon be finished. It was one of the many ways the woman supplemented her meager earnings. Although she was by no means poor, Lilly was abundantly rich in other ways. She paused in her last stitch, a small smile crossed her lips. Something, no some one had triggered one of her wards, it was no more than a silent alarm. Yet Lilly knew that the intruder was almost at her door.
Almost to the door, the fox decided to drop the shapeshifting spell he had enacted. The white fur fell away and draped across the fast forming shape of an elven male. He strode up the steps with a fluidity in his stride that would make most animals envious. Yet he did not know what the outcome of his visit would be, several spells came to his mind just in case. As he reached out a hand to knock, the cottage door opened of its own accord. He too smiled, impressed that even his stealthly approach had been noted. It spoke volumes of how powerful the young woman inside the dwelling truly was.
He took a step inside and almost immediately had to back out the door as he came face-to-point with a very sharp looking arrowtip.
Lilly calmly spoke, secure in her own strength, especially in this place. "You have one chance to explain yourself, now state your business and be gone, otherwise you will find yourself truly acquainted with my arrow"
The strange elven male, caught off guard for perhaps the third time in his long life, took the threat seriously, he slowly held his hands to his throat and twisted a hidden choker, thus armed he answered, his grasp of the common tongue was unique, his lyrical voice conjuring words as he spoke them.
"Your true name is Lillianathalus of house Solaron. Long we have searched, far beyond the realms of elves. I had hoped to find my sister's child among our peoples but instead have found you here, you are one of the missing. I have come to ask you to return home and take your rightful place amongst the people."
Lilly knew the man was telling the truth, a lot of it made sense to her, she had always known she was different from the other people she had been brought up around, yet why had it taken them so long to find her?. She did not know how to react, did she want to leave her home, the place she had grown up in and the forest she loved?. Would she find her birth parents how she had imagined them as a small child?. Would she even be accepted? Before any of these questions could bubble to the surface and escape her usually controlled self another small alarm went off. Turning away from the elven messenger, Lilly somehow knew he would not attack her, Lilly looked out one of her windows that looked out onto the well tended garden she kept. The alarm had come from one of her moonpools. She quickly grabbed her cloak, stopped by her door to throw on her fur boots, and to grab her bags that contained many of the components she would need and ran out the door and through the ivy covered arch that led to her garden.
Lilly approached the moonpool with hesitant steps. Usually the placid waters were still and serene, holding the reflection of the moon and she would use them as instuments of healing sick animals and gauging the weather. Now however, the pools were frothing and foaming. Even this did not last long, a icy film gradually spread over the surface, calming the water beneath a frozen lid. Lilly gasped at this, the moonpools were enchanted by several powerful spells that should have prevented this. However, the fact that they had been frozen, and whilst she was still in the grove meant that something was very wrong. As she turned to leave, she almost collided with the male.
"I believe if you are searching for answers to this troubles, you might wish to travel to the great human fortress called Wolftown, some of our people are there already, they are to lend support in times of troubles. Something tells me this magic should not have had any effect here"
Lilly stopped to look back at the pools, already the ice had thickened and a frost was creeping outwards, the plants she had so carefully nurtured and helped to grow would soon be dead, but if she could not stop the spread herself then there was wisdom in the stranger's words.
"I will go to this place you spoke of, yet I do not know the way."
The elven male smiled at her, a smile that showed amusement and also if it was possible a sense of superiority.
"Do not worry little doe, I know the way. If you would like to prepare for the journey I can have us there in no time at all"
Lilly was not sure she was comfortable with the way the man spoke to her, she turned to walk past him, to prepare for their journey. She hoped that the clansmen and women would not have need of her for the foreseeable future, something told her this trip would be longer than just a week or two. With a sigh she went about packing a few essential items, as she packed the strange elf watched her. If she had not been so distracted by all the new events, she might have realised that the elf had not even offered his own name.
Lilly sat in her small home, it was the same cottage that had belonged to her human grandmother, the same one in the story that had sparked off rumours behind her being named for the coloured cloak's hood she almost always wore. The tall woman's lithe and graceful hands flew over the sewing that she was completing, another quilted coverlet would soon be finished. It was one of the many ways the woman supplemented her meager earnings. Although she was by no means poor, Lilly was abundantly rich in other ways. She paused in her last stitch, a small smile crossed her lips. Something, no some one had triggered one of her wards, it was no more than a silent alarm. Yet Lilly knew that the intruder was almost at her door.
Almost to the door, the fox decided to drop the shapeshifting spell he had enacted. The white fur fell away and draped across the fast forming shape of an elven male. He strode up the steps with a fluidity in his stride that would make most animals envious. Yet he did not know what the outcome of his visit would be, several spells came to his mind just in case. As he reached out a hand to knock, the cottage door opened of its own accord. He too smiled, impressed that even his stealthly approach had been noted. It spoke volumes of how powerful the young woman inside the dwelling truly was.
He took a step inside and almost immediately had to back out the door as he came face-to-point with a very sharp looking arrowtip.
Lilly calmly spoke, secure in her own strength, especially in this place. "You have one chance to explain yourself, now state your business and be gone, otherwise you will find yourself truly acquainted with my arrow"
The strange elven male, caught off guard for perhaps the third time in his long life, took the threat seriously, he slowly held his hands to his throat and twisted a hidden choker, thus armed he answered, his grasp of the common tongue was unique, his lyrical voice conjuring words as he spoke them.
"Your true name is Lillianathalus of house Solaron. Long we have searched, far beyond the realms of elves. I had hoped to find my sister's child among our peoples but instead have found you here, you are one of the missing. I have come to ask you to return home and take your rightful place amongst the people."
Lilly knew the man was telling the truth, a lot of it made sense to her, she had always known she was different from the other people she had been brought up around, yet why had it taken them so long to find her?. She did not know how to react, did she want to leave her home, the place she had grown up in and the forest she loved?. Would she find her birth parents how she had imagined them as a small child?. Would she even be accepted? Before any of these questions could bubble to the surface and escape her usually controlled self another small alarm went off. Turning away from the elven messenger, Lilly somehow knew he would not attack her, Lilly looked out one of her windows that looked out onto the well tended garden she kept. The alarm had come from one of her moonpools. She quickly grabbed her cloak, stopped by her door to throw on her fur boots, and to grab her bags that contained many of the components she would need and ran out the door and through the ivy covered arch that led to her garden.
Lilly approached the moonpool with hesitant steps. Usually the placid waters were still and serene, holding the reflection of the moon and she would use them as instuments of healing sick animals and gauging the weather. Now however, the pools were frothing and foaming. Even this did not last long, a icy film gradually spread over the surface, calming the water beneath a frozen lid. Lilly gasped at this, the moonpools were enchanted by several powerful spells that should have prevented this. However, the fact that they had been frozen, and whilst she was still in the grove meant that something was very wrong. As she turned to leave, she almost collided with the male.
"I believe if you are searching for answers to this troubles, you might wish to travel to the great human fortress called Wolftown, some of our people are there already, they are to lend support in times of troubles. Something tells me this magic should not have had any effect here"
Lilly stopped to look back at the pools, already the ice had thickened and a frost was creeping outwards, the plants she had so carefully nurtured and helped to grow would soon be dead, but if she could not stop the spread herself then there was wisdom in the stranger's words.
"I will go to this place you spoke of, yet I do not know the way."
The elven male smiled at her, a smile that showed amusement and also if it was possible a sense of superiority.
"Do not worry little doe, I know the way. If you would like to prepare for the journey I can have us there in no time at all"
Lilly was not sure she was comfortable with the way the man spoke to her, she turned to walk past him, to prepare for their journey. She hoped that the clansmen and women would not have need of her for the foreseeable future, something told her this trip would be longer than just a week or two. With a sigh she went about packing a few essential items, as she packed the strange elf watched her. If she had not been so distracted by all the new events, she might have realised that the elf had not even offered his own name.
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Weekend posting for me at the moment, limited access to internet for about five days. Having to wait for a new laptop to arrive.
Congrats LeeRoy, hope it is a job you will enjoy doing also.
Congrats LeeRoy, hope it is a job you will enjoy doing also.
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Name: Lilly Rider
Titles: Witch of the wild, Little Red Riding Hood.
Affiliation: None. Although Lilly lives near the Wildmen clans and is often used for her healing abilities she holds no loyalty to any of the sentient races.
Gender: Female
Age: appears to be in her 30's but true age iS unknown.
Birthplace: Unknown
Origin: Loosely based on the Little Red Riding Hood story.
Race: Elven
Occupation: Ranger/Druidess
Resources: Red hooded heavy cloak, waterskin, Ashwood staff that doubles as a longbow, quiver of arrows, twin daggers, twine, flint and steel, needles for sewing, rags for bandages, several pouches of herbs and jars of healing ointments. Sacred Medallion.
Skills: Lilly is a able tracker, she has taught herself most if not all of the animal prints around her grove and can usually identify any creature by sound of it's call/growl/tweet. She is a very good shot with her bow and can use her staff and daggers with brutal efficiency.
Her true strength lies in the magic that is her inheritance. Due to her elven blood, nature magic flows as easily through her veins as water does a river. She is not overly powerful, in fact most of her strongest spells are healing spells. Although she has several spells that allow her to restrain her enemies with the help of grass/vines or the very tree branches themselves.
She is able to channel natural energies (lightning in a strong storm) and can impose her will on them if she is nearby, this does exhaust her a lot however as she is trying to force nature to go against its natural course.
Lilly can shapeshift into three animals, a hawk, a wolf and a panther. She can only use this power once per day and can only use the animals shape for up to five hours. Any longer and she will lose herself and become the animal for the remainder of her life.
Because of her elven blood, Lilly is also able to communicate with most animals. That might be where the origins of her story got the fact that she was supposedly reported to be having a conversation with a wolf.
Personality: Lilly is extremely strong willed, she is often stubborn to the extreme and is sometimes considered very pigheaded. Her values and beliefs are extremely important to her and if they are questioned she will defend them, often violently.
Lilly is not a trusting person, she is very wary of every other sentient race because she knows all to well just how cruel they can be. Once she does trust someone however, she will be a lot more pleasant and might actually relax around them.
Biography: Originally the story behind her nickname was because of the hooded cloak she wore. It actually started before then, but the cloak was not red hooded up until the point where she met the wolf (the one whom supposedly ate her grandmother and dressed in her clothing).
It was actually a human trapper wearing furs, he had seen Lilly out in the forest and decided he wanted her for himself. He killed Lilly's grandmother and hid in her home, waiting for the arrival of the pretty young thing. Lilly, who had actually known about her powers for several years now, often spoke to animals and birds that lived near her home. She was not caught unawares as the trapper would have liked. A small hedgehog had seen the man performing his nasty deed and had managed to warn Lilly.
Lilly had channelled her anger and actually managed to shape shift, it was the first time she had enacted the spell. As a wolf herself, Lilly had caught the man off guard and had savagely killed him by ripping out his throat. As lilly changed back to her naturaln form, guilt assaulted her, she had taken a life in anger and that lead her to her life of chosen exile. Her cloak had reverted with her when she had changed back, however it had fallen from her shoulders and the hood had landed in the trapper's blood. The hood absorbed the blood and for some reason it became a deep crimson. No matter how many times Lilly washed it, the blood never came out.
She kept the cloak because it reminded her of her own failings. It was also a reminder to those that would cause harm in her forest, she would not allow innocent blood to be shed whilst she still drew breath.
Notes: Lilly does not know much of the outside world, living in seclusion as she does. She visits the Wildmen villages several times a year but most of the time people seek her out for her known skills in healing.
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Changed it so she has no affiliation with the Wildmen. I have kept it so that she is Elven and is still a druidess.
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Finished my character on here. Just awaiting judegment.
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