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The Collapse

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The Collapse

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Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

Morrigan Wren Asherah | Wandering in Wanderneir

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The commotion continued in front of her. Beads of sweat were beginning to form near the temples of her face. How was she going to get out of this situation? Acting court wizard under King Lancaster... But how was that possible. If he was true to his word, she needed to see proof. Morrigan would have to meet with him tomorrow and get more information from him. The weird knight said his final, ominous words before disappearing. Morrigan was surprised by how quick his beast was, but considering the knight himself- it probably wasn't new. Silence fell onto the awkward group once more. The mechanic whirring of the dwarf's golems and the dripping her her own blood filled Morrigan's head and soon overwhelmed her.

"This tavern here has very good ale," Morrigan chipped in quickly, "Fairly good price as well. I think the keeper would be fond of you as well." Pointing back towards a warm-glowing building where she came out of earlier before the attack. As she explained this, Morrigan began moving again. "I must be going now," Quickly glancing at the wizard, Arlo she directly spoke to him, "I will be seeing you tomorrow morning." Without another glance she slipped away from the group, trying to place herself far into the shadows. Once she had rounded a corner, Morrigan began sprinting. She had stayed at a rundown, cheap inn near the outskirts of Wanderneir. The further away from these humans, the better it was for both Morrigan and the citizens. Cursing in a different language, she looked more closely at her wound. The bleeding was slowing down, but if she didn't want it to get infected, she needed to get it treated very soon. Continuing down the alleyways and shadows of the main roads, she made it without any interactions with the knights or any drunkard. Quietly entering the inn, she shifted past the innkeeper. The woman looked at her with horror, but did not say a word.

Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

@Jojo Sorry for the delay, I've been working all day! I have class tonight so I'll work on a post tonight and get it in tonight as well. T^T

Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

Morrigan Wren Asherah | Wandering in Wanderneir

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"I have not directly had anything to do with your shadow sprite problem. A new day is coming for this world, and if you wish to survive you had best be ready to rise and meet it." Morrigan continued to glare at him. He dodged her question. Or decided not to answer the way she intended. There was no point in her trying to get information from this thing. Sighing heavily, she began to drop her bow as a newcomer approached. Heavy and loud, a dwarf butted into the group. What the hell was happening? Where are these people coming from? She had to think very carefully about her next few words if she was to escape this... predicament. Morrigan cursed at herself mentally, why would she ever call for help? "Well, if you excuse me... My husband is probably worried sick that I haven't returned." Morrigan slung the bow over her shoulder and began backing away, more towards where the entry of the tavern. With a slight turn, "-Ah, thank you again... I never caught your name?" Morrigan hurriedly asked. She did not trust that mounted man, and his presence caused her uneasiness. And that damn dwarf would draw so much attention! At this rate, Morrigan was bound to be hanged by morning. The only thing that could get her out of this situation was her magic, or hopefully this man that saved her. His robes were nice, and he had openly used magic in this kingdom that is so against it.

Morrigan was becoming more antsy by the second. She needed to get back to her journal and her regular, comfortable armor. Darkness flickered over her eyes for a moment before she set her gaze onto the young man once more. Now that her hands were not occupied with bow and arrow, she put her hand over her open wound. It had ruined her peasant tunic and handmade corset with blood stains. As she awaited a reply from the mage, her eyes wandered towards the golem that seemed to be under the dwarfs control. It was a weird creation she hoped never to dip her fingers into. It seemed too machine-like to have a will.

The Antidote [inactive]

@Quote5

Lost in her own thoughts, Eydis did not hear the heavy footsteps that gradually got closer to her. "You there! Head Medic Corra, correct?" Feeling a shiver run through her back, she swiveled on her heels to see who called her. Almost instantly, Eydis recognized the scruffy beard and grey hair. Before she could say anything, his hand was outstretched and he continued speaking. "-Ah, yes. I am Head Medic Corra, but please, just call me Corra." Eydis accepted his hand shake. His thanks caught her a bit off guard, it was not like she could have resisted the offer. Even though she would have to postpone her voyage, this would still give her many opportunities to learn and prove her worth to the Third Star. "No worries, Commander Vossler," Eydis pronounced his name slowly, making sure it had matched the way he said it, "This is the least I could do." Eydis offered him a smile as she studied his stature. He was only an inch or two taller than her, and his eyes looked tired. Eydis was curious to know more about him, he looked battle-worn. Pushing the irritable thoughts to the back of her mind, she pushed forward. Looking over her shoulder, she made sure Vossler was following. I mean, they were going to the same place, right? "Are you rounding up the rest of the crew members?" Eydis asked politely, trying her best not to come off cold as she tends to do.

Surviving Sentinel Island

@aamaya Here it is, in its finished glory.

Iryna

Iryna Bojko

_______________________________________________ Iryna Vyacheslavivna Bojko _______________________________________________ 28 | ♀ | Ukrainian/Irish _______________________________________________ Veterinarian / Author | Straight | Widowed _______________________________________________ Pscyhological Profile ___________________________________ [+] //Likes: • Twilight & Dawn (not the books haa) • Smoking • Writing • Animals • Helping others • Horror movies/games //Dislikes: • Insects • Helplessness (she has a low pain tolerance) • Coconuts • Wet socks • Pacifism //Fears: • The unknown • Suffocation • Small spaces • Ocean/body of water you can't see the bottom • Thunderstorms Resources ___________________________________ [+] //Skills: • Archery is a strong suit • Knows a variety of languages • She's a vet, could sew people up/steady hands • Adaptability //Paraphernalia: • Soggy journal • 3 wooden pencils • Full pack of cigarettes • Broken glasses • Thick scarf (green in color) • Friendship bracelet (given by her husband)

Appearance Details ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Iryna has a cold, pale skin tone that looks tanned with the millions of freckles that dot her body. Her light skin is paired with warm sea green eyes and thin pink lips. Her warm orange hair falls down to the middle of her chest and is naturally wavy. She stands at an impressive 5'9" and is paired nicely with wide hips and a smaller waist and chest she got a nice booty. Iryna is of average weight and keeps herself in shape, but does not have muscle to her. She is usually seen with a cold expression, and holds herself strong. She likes to wear loose tops but tight high-waisted bottoms and layer herself in cardigans, jackets, and the occasional scarf. Most of her tattoos are covered by her clothing: Back tattoo, half sleeve on her right arm, and two snakes on her left wrist. Character Synopsis ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Iryna was raised by her father and grandparent’s in a small town, Ratne Ратне. It was tucked away near the borders of Poland and Belarus. She lived a quiet life and was and average student in class. During her sixteenth birthday, Iryna’s caretakers had put enough money together to get her a cat. It was the most beautiful cat she had seen, and was still so sweet and full of energy even though he only had three legs. Iryna’s love for animals and helping them started here. Soon after, she started working for the local pound. With the cash she earned, she put it towards a college fund. Her dream was to go overseas and chase the American dream. After graduating, multiple applications she sent out had been accepted and were even willing to give her scholarships that paid for a full year! After looking through it, she decided to accept one in Alaska. University of Alaska Fairbanks, she immediately started her 2+2 Veterinary Medical Program. The first two years was spent in Alaska, where she worked and studied almost all hours of the day, but she enjoyed it all. Iryna’s cat, Kale, was even able to attend with her. The last two years of the veterinary medical program, she had to transfer to Colorado State University. During her transfer, she received a short phone call from her grandparents. It was devastating news. Iryna’s father had suddening passed away, a seizure of sorts while he was working. Many professors and friends noticed the motivation Iryna used to have just shriveled up and vanished. Even though she tried to get help from friends, family, even therapists nothing seemed to spark her. A year later, she was barely hanging onto her grades, and was contemplating dropping out- moving back in with her grandparents and help them as they got older. Then, she met the love of her light. Or so she thinks. His name was conner sent by cyberlife, and at the time was studying environmental engineering. After months of talking, they got together. After they graduated, they got married and moved back to Alaska. During the last year of college, Iryna discovered the power of writing. Everyday she wrote how she felt and channeled all of her raw emotions onto the paper. After graduating, her new husband convinced her to publish the work as poems. And so she did. It did well in the industry and gained popularity quickly. She, however, was no famous author. She continued her passion, creating her own veterinary hospital further away from many big cities in Alaska. Her husband on the other hand, worked in the closest city. Now turning 26, she had a surprise for him on her own birthday. Iryna was pregnant with their child! He did not react the way most men do. Due to that surprise, their relationship was never the same. It had been revealed to her that connor had been cheating on her with someone from his own business. It broke them both, but with him leaving the mistress they both promised their faith and a better future. But, again, they were never the same. When nine months rolled around, during the pregnancy, the child did not make it. Iryna’s husband begged her to quit her job, to relax and just become a housewife. But she disregarded him, and became even more motivated. Another work of writing was published and she had gained much more popularity. Months after her 28th birthday, she got news of her husband's suicide. He had been lured back to the mistress after the miscarriage, saying it was his way of healing. But after seeing her strength, he chose that he was not worthy of having her and decided things would be better if he was dead. Now Iryna had nothing left. Her father passed away, child never made it, and now her husband dead. It was time for her to leave, take some sort of break. This, conveniently, happened when she was offered a free trip to Hawaii on the new Alaskan luxury airline. Iryna said goodbye to her cat, packed up her things and was off on her way. This was bound to clear her head one way or another. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Iryna is a very calm and kind woman. She has seen many things and has the great patience to see many more. Unconsciously, she has pushed many emotions and people away throughout her life and chooses to keep it that way. Iryna is timid and often keeps to herself. In the unlikeliness that you do push her past her patience, she is harsh and cold. Often saying things she would regret later. Even though she has such a warm nature, when put in a life-or-death situation she would do anything to keep others alive even over herself. The value of life to her is more than her own. That being said, she is easily convinced to fight physically. Once she builds relationships with people, she is often overprotective and puts herself in the way of judgement and danger. Relationships ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ N/A Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Outfit during the crash Tattoos yo Yo' this bish going crazy.

Surviving Sentinel Island

oh lordy I made mistake

Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

Morrigan Wren Asherah | Wandering in Wanderneir

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Morrigan thrashed her bow at another sprite before a loud voice interjected. "Cover your eyes!" Without hesitation, she followed the command. Even with her eyes closed, the bright light that had been cast still hurt her eyes. She sensed a surge of energy radiating from this man, and it slightly frightened her. "Damn beasts..." Morrigan hissed under her breath and she stood up. Brushing dirt and other bits of sprite flesh from her tunic and cloak, she faced her savior. Morrigan's glowing eyes quickly faded back to the regular pale hazel. Now she was able to meet this newcomer. He was not a sight you see in this kingdom... And to use magic so freely? "You must have a death wish using magic here." Swinging her bow across her shoulder, all of the adrenaline rushed from her body and was replaced by fiery pain. Her left arm was dripping blood and a big gash, at least two inches long, was very noticeable.

Clearing her throat, she pulled her cloak closer around her face. What if this stranger was a new guard that could use magic so he can lure other magic wielders to show themselves? Fear began to prickle down her back at the pessimistic thoughts. "Thank you," She said softly, through gritted teeth, "I take it you..." Her thoughts were once again interrupted by a massive figure. How did that slip through her senses? This... creature also radiated a large sense of power. But it was very different from the one that had saved her. Instinct kicked in and Morrigan had her bow drawn back with two arrows in an instant. Her eyes squinted, was he following them? Who was he? What is he? "So. It has indeed begun. It is time for those who have chosen to live by the sword to suffer the consequences of their choice." Morrigan did not lower bow as he spoke, but gave him a confused look. Just as she opened her mouth to speak to them, he looked at them. His glowing eyes sent shivers down her back. But she finally had the courage to speak, "What are you talking about?" Her voice was cold, demanding. What did he know that she didn't?

Morrigan glared at him- Did he... know? It was impossible, she told herself. The one time she comes back into this hell-bent city and she is caught up in so much. Her hands tingled, wanting to release the arrows and to find her journal. Morrigan had hidden her regular clothing and bags nearby. Her breathing had become a bit ragged. She was trapped between these two men, so running was not an option. On top of that, she was too interested in the words of the monstrous looking man. It had been years since she last saw something of that size, and it did not end well for her or the creature.

Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

Morrigan Wren Asherah | Wandering in Wanderneir

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Morrigan eyed the room. She was in a local tavern, more secluded than the rest. Only a few men remained, drinking quietly at their own tables. Ever since the recent attacks and deaths, things had turned gloomy and the air always held fear. Morrigan's wandering thoughts were interrupted by the middle-aged human tavern keeper, Young lady, I would be on your way." His accent was thick, one she identified closely with dwarfs. "There has been a rise of monsters takin' lives once it gets dark. A woman like you wouldn't survive." Morrigan glared at him, but quickly covered it with a smile. She stood and nodded her head. Wearing a light grey, almost brown, tunic and a black corset, Morrigan had disguised herself as a typical peasant woman. It was only typical for a human to believe she wasn't a magic wielder and just a poor girl. She tugged her dark green wool cloak further over her face, hiding the tattoos.

"I thank you for the hospitality and the information. It will be of great help to me." She grabbed her bow from where it had rested on the table and slung it over her shoulder. As she left, the tavern keeper gave her a slight wave before going back to his work. Once the door had closed behind her, Morrigan's smile dropped and she became fully focused of her surroundings. She could hear a group of guards speaking loudly, probably at a different home or shop. Stepping her way onto the cobblestone path, she made her way towards the gates of the city. She intended to leave in the cover of night, before guards caught her lurking about. Whispering a short incantation, her eyes gently glowed. Now she could see more clearly, much like ally cats. Her ability to sense other's 'mana' was lowered, and she relied on herself to hopefully not run into trouble.

Just as the thought crossed her mind a hollow chorus of gasps and a few clicks suddenly overwhelmed her. About five small humanoid shadows surged from the shadows. If not for her sight, Morrigan would not have even seen the sprites coming. "Shit!" Hissing, she quickly pulled her bow out. The sprites were already on her. One was already chewing down on her arm. Taking her bow, Morrigan slammed the blunt end into the next closest sprite. It wailed in pain, shrinking back a bit. Blood was dripping from her arm, ruining her cloak. Morrigan tried to calm herself, using magic now would be a death wish. There was only one thing she could do. "Someone please help!" She cried, trying to draw the attention of the guards or someone. Ripping the sprite from her arm, she thew it to the ground. "Dammit!" She yelled again. There goes leaving quietly.