SkullsandSlippers

𝒜𝑙𝘵𝒶𝑒𝒶: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝓸𝘧 ℛ𝑒𝒱𝓸𝑙𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃

Odd I have been checking it but nothing has been edited so I thought perhaps there was a new one. I will continue to check.

𝒜𝑙𝘵𝒶𝑒𝒶: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝓸𝘧 ℛ𝑒𝒱𝓸𝑙𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃

Will there be a titanpad link sent out soon for working on the party stuff? Just curious since Onatha isn't going alone.

𝒜𝑙𝘵𝒶𝑒𝒶: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝓸𝘧 ℛ𝑒𝒱𝓸𝑙𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃

I would be up or a Titanpad for brainstorming and also for the party for the group to begin to interact. A pad makes it a little easier for dialogue without short posts. Just my two cents.

𝒜𝑙𝘵𝒶𝑒𝒶: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝓸𝘧 ℛ𝑒𝒱𝓸𝑙𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃

Onatha was breathing heavy. Lucius was breathing heavy and her eyes were on the blood that was escaping the man’s body.

He was trying to sound reassuring but Onatha didn’t really feel bolstered by him telling her he had had worse. The grimace on his face spoke volumes on both his emotional and physical state in that moment.

Panic and fear set in as she watched Lucius struggle out of their hiding space. Ona followed him. She was at his heels and helping him when it looked like he needed it.

Onatha was busy looking behind them and almost bumped into Lucius as he collapsed. He started banging on the door of the building. She was looking around frantically, watching for anyone who might come out looking for them.
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Onatha said nothing but her green eyes were wide with fear and empathy as she helped hold Lucius down and he yelled. His pain was evident and if there was doubt all she had to do was watch the man work on his injuries. The way he dug into Lucius’ flesh was borderline sadistic. If she hadn’t known that the man was trying to help she might have feared more for Lucius’ life.

Ona glanced at the others who helped hold Lucius down. She had no idea who they were but she was glad she wasn’t trying to hold him down on her own. There was no way she could have.

The work was done and as they wrapped Lucius’ wounds Onatha stepped back and away.

This place was strange and frankly overwhelming. The woman, the one who was injured occasionally glared at her and Ona could do nothing but look down at the floor. She turned and faced the wall for a time unable to handle the pain and stares any longer.

She turned, saw the surgery being done to the woman and marvelled that she did not call out in pain.
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Onatha stood near Lucius. She had had very little to say and simply stood by him in silence. She jumped, tense and alert as the woman woke. Ona had survived much over time and she was alert to danger. Her eyes were on the woman and she lightly gripped Lucius’ sleeve.

The woman approached, a frown on her face. Onatha looked on wide eyed for a moment before she looked down and away. She could feel the woman’s eyes on her. Ona had a lot of experience being leered, looked at or scowled at.

The woman asked who she was and Onatha looked up. Her green pupilless eyes focused on the woman.

“I am Onatha.” She inhaled for a moment and then after a moment looked away.

𝒜𝑙𝘵𝒶𝑒𝒶: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝓸𝘧 ℛ𝑒𝒱𝓸𝑙𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃

Hey GI sent you a pm so we can continue things with Ona and Lucius.

𝒜𝑙𝘵𝒶𝑒𝒶: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝓸𝘧 ℛ𝑒𝒱𝓸𝑙𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃

Food coma from turkey and stuffing..and all the rest of the fixings....

𝒜𝑙𝘵𝒶𝑒𝒶: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝓸𝘧 ℛ𝑒𝒱𝓸𝑙𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃

Still here, replied to pm and preparing for my Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. Been a very busy weekend.

𝒜𝑙𝘵𝒶𝑒𝒶: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝓸𝘧 ℛ𝑒𝒱𝓸𝑙𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃

Ah well...I have many favourites, depends on my mood. I like stouts or baltic porters, style wise. My favourite brewery is probably Nickel Brook here in Ontario, followed by Smuttynose in New Hampshire.

My go to beer, my current favourite is a baltic porter from Trois Mousquetaires in Quebec.

Oktoberfest was put on by a local craft brewery called Beau's. They put a heck of a party on.

I write a craft beer blog that reviews events so I attend a lot of beer festivals. Thank goodness I have a day job that doesn't include weekend classes.

𝒜𝑙𝘵𝒶𝑒𝒶: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝓸𝘧 ℛ𝑒𝒱𝓸𝑙𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃

Good god...I go to my local Oktoberfest for two days and OOC blows up. I will console myself knowing i had some great craft beers.

Interesting conversation to read through though.

𝒜𝑙𝘵𝒶𝑒𝒶: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝓸𝘧 ℛ𝑒𝒱𝓸𝑙𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃

A bad peace is worse than a good war.
When I go more than ten miles out of the city, the love and loyalty of friends comes to an end.
All citizens must place the common good before the private good.

Nickname:Ona
Age: 22
Race: Al Mayrin
Appearance: Blond, golden like straw. Green, pupil-less, quite noticeable in the light. She has deep set scars on her wrists from ropes.
Height: 5'6
Abilities:
- Capable of using a dagger but prefers to avoid conflict wherever she can.
- Born with the ability to see remote locations in her mind's eye. Ability to tame animals.

Personality:
Onatha is quiet, shy. At least when she is in public. She tries hard to hide what she is. Once she was happy, bubbly and talkative. Unlike others in her tribe Ona is not musically inclined. She cannot carry a tune or play an instrument. Ona can however sew beautiful clothes and her skill is often sought after. Ona likes the cool night in the deserts. She enjoys fruit when they can get it and she loves to dance.

She hates being stuck indoors for great lengths of time. She scares easily. Onatha never stayed anywhere for very long but she longs to have someone to talk to. Her greatest wish would be to have someone who would look past what she is, to be her friend. Onatha is nervous around new people but a bit of kindness means a great deal to her.

Ona is torn between wanting to go back and join a tribe, to be among the people she knows and the call of the world around her. The tribes offer warmth, companionship and familiarity. The rest of the world offers adventure, freedom and loneliness. The pros and cons of both run through her head constantly. Going back also means facing Kylia, if he is still alive and even cares to remember her. Staying in the cities means the chance at a different life.

Equipment:

Onatha wears a blue dress is of a light material. Best for the heat. She wears two large bands. One on each wrist. She has sandals on her feet. Her dress is bound at her waist by a rope belt.

History:

When Onatha was very young her father struck a bargain with another tribe. His daughter to marry into the other tribe. In return there would be a truce between the two tribes and the use of each others trade routes. Her father stood to gain a great deal simply by marrying her off. When she turn 17 her future family met with her tribe and the preparations for a large wedding commenced. In the other tribe, the Nurlia, there was unrest. There was man who wished to become the new head of the Nurlia. He made his move as the wedding was coming together.

The night before her wedding, Ona found herself with a blanket over her and she was being carried away. She heard cries and screams from around her but could not see anything. When the blanket was removed she was bound by her wrists to the back of a caravan. A man with a sly grin was smiling at her. Kylia looked at her, his purple eyes black in dark desert night. "They are all gone now, I am head of the Nurlia. As such you will be my bride. Then both tribes will be mine."

Onatha walked behind the caravan for days. The ropes bit deeply into her wrists. She did not cry. She knew it would do her no good. They stopped to make camp the fourth day. She heard the murmurs that very few had survived and those that did were expected to acknowledge Kylia as the head or suffer for it. Ona worked on the ropes tirelessly. She used her teeth, anything she could get her hands near. She rubbed them against the caravan. Finally, they started to fray. She worked harder and then in the dead of night she managed to get them to break apart. Quietly, she stole into the camp. She took a dagger, and headed back towards where her tribe had made camp.

It took her days, and she was parched, hungry and dehydrated when she finally reached them.

There were bodies everywhere. Members of both tribes lay out in the sun, the scavenging animals were everywhere. Through tears she managed to find food and gathered up some items. With her family behind her she headed off with whatever supplies she could carry. Ona traveled for years. She made some coin sew and mending in some of the smaller towns. She did her best to keep her identity hidden. She never stayed long in any one place both by choice and by necessity.

Onatha found herself bound to a desk in the library. Her ability was utilized to help patrons find the items they needed.

One day there was a terrible rumble. Scared but bound to the desk still Onatha hid under the desk. The last thing she remembered was stone falling around her.

That was until the man woke her.