Tackytaff

Return of the Dragonlords (High-Casual)

It was impossible to keep a glint out of her eyes at the demon’s words, though she managed to resist the tugging urge to grin. Oh Unamia liked him. For now, at least, when he was ignorant and wouldn’t demand anything of her. So she just nodded stiffly before turning to the other two “I carry no weapon but a knife, it is not meant to hurt you,” The knife in question was now in her hand, hilt balanced on her open palm. But the girl wasn’t listening to her. The rabbit, the only protein Unaima knew for fact the girl had the chance to eat in a least three days, was being coddled. Mourned. She was unsure whether to laugh of be angry with the girl when she pulled out a flute. But the music caught her by surprise. There was magic in it, not very powerful, but it was there, potency brought out by the forest itself, but at the core was this girl’s own magic. Running then, from those who would fear it. The hand holding her knife quickly closed into a fist at the sound of hoof beats. Two directions, opposite, one set a great deal louder then the other. The flute continued it's mourning song for what was meant to be their dinner. She looked to where the demon lay, would he notice as well? Her grip loosened slightly when the centaur came into view, and the eerie music ended. Of course the girl chose to crouch behind her. Fierce barbarian indeed. Should have gotten to him before he ever entered the damn woods. She wouldn’t move to shield the girl or give any signs of comfort, but she didn’t push her away either. Instead attention went to the newcomer, or appeared to; half of her senses where sorting out the second rider who would have fallen silent had her hearing not picked up the thundering heartbeats of both rider and mount.
“I take help where I can find it,” She spoke slowly, doing her best to recall all she knew about centaurs. Most of course was from before the purge. She had nothing to offer that he desired besides respect. What use was coin in place like this? ”Do you protect these lands? You would know the woods well.” The knife remained in her fist, pressed against her tigh. Whatever tensions she had tried to ease before had sprung back with vengeance. The demon had made himself comfortable on the ground.
“I would not choose to sleep here, I came across a bandit camp less that two leagues away.” It was unlikely the bandits would be back, but there was fire and an increasing amount of voices among them, prime targets. Before he went in the forest she scolded herself again, and looked sideways to the girl who seemed to be getting smaller and younger with each new arrival.
”That was meant as a gift for eating you know,” it was meant to come out lightly, but exasperation managed to edge its way into her tone. "Will you let me clean it for you?” She offered her left hand to take the rabbit that was still being held tightly, dead as it was, as though it was a prized possession to a girl who may or may not be surrounded by killers and thieves.

Return of the Dragonlords (High-Casual)

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Return of the Dragonlords (High-Casual)

Well fingers crossed that made a lick of sense to anyone. And holy I've been spelling my character's name wrong for everything. Whoops.

Return of the Dragonlords (High-Casual)

There was still magic in the wilds. It was stagnant and unused but it lingered there despite the time that had passed and those who had sought to be rid of it. Bandits and refugees where the only few who wandered so far from known civilizations now. Still, very little had changed from the last time Unamia had visited the place; the trees remained large enough she nearly felt comfortable enough to fly over them without being seen. Nearly, but she was too close now and there would be no way of knowing the man’s reaction to seeing a dragon. Even if he himself where a demon. That had been a surprise; never before had she followed close enough to get so close but the shadows of the forest gave her the confidence to approach. It made things clearer; the varying gossip she had collected had hardly seemed connected to the same person. One a large but restrained man who barely spoke, other stories of an equally-large near monster who swung in blind rage with unnatural strength. Now she was half a day’s travel ahead of him; at least at his speed. She had just come to the edge of the ruins the day before, at least as far as she could tell it had been a day, and found a group of bandits. Unsettled by the forest as they already where, the young men unused to elves and magic, had moved rather quickly after a brief ‘haunting’ she had given. While it had been a bit of excitement for her, they had been at least 6 in number, and she doubted both their willingness to abandon a prime spot for camp, sheltered as it was, and her ability to fight them alone in her current form. There was also the girl, uncomfortably close to both Unamia and her charge, but she was a young, small thing who was unlikely to be a threat to either.

She looked up towards the canopy, not that it gave any signs to the time of day. Birds where still making sounds, so it wouldn’t be night just yet. A sharp snap to the left drew her attention and she waked five paces to collect a small rabbit, stunned and hanging by a rope attached to its ankle. She was careful to snap its neck quickly, before it could let out a shriek; then froze as it twitched in her hands. There was a smell of smoke, she collected her rope, prey, and staff quickly and retreated to the darker shadows. It came from the east, when she had come from. The girl or the demon? She jumped through shadows, pausing only briefly every few moment to judge her position and listen for voices. It was the demon she saw first; though he had reverted to his human illusion and after a moment it was clear why. The girl she had seen before was the source of the fire, barely a few feet away and clearly terrified when he approached; despite his disguise. With her saw a human man, that was a surprise; she hadn’t seen any sign of him previously. A slight twinge of worry at that, but she didn’t hesitate too long before showing herself clearly, coming from behind the wall the fire was glowing against; the opposite direction the others had come from.

“You’re terrifying the girl, or was that your intent?” She spoke quietly from behind the unknown man, but was unable to completely mask the amusement in her voice.
“And you may want to come out of the shadows so she can see you’re not a monster either.” A nod in the direction of the demon, then she quickly looked down into her small bag, part to retrieve the dead rabbit, part to conceal her smile. It was still warm, but no longer moving. A hopefully more sympathetic look plastered on her face, she offered it to the girl.
“Warmth and light can draw many friends in this lonely place, and I thank you, as I have need of some friends at the moment.” The dwarf was armed, and there was a sword by the girl, but that fact she wasn’t holding it, terrified as she was, spoke volumes. Still, mercenary or no, few came into the wilds if they had better options available. “If anyone where here to rob you they would have tried already, as it is weapons are sheathed and food offered. It may be best for you to sit and eat something before you faint. Then we’ll talk.”

A Tale of Owls and Wolves

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Return of the Dragonlords (High-Casual)

Jesus it exploded. Sorry for the wait, things are super hectic this week but should calm down by thursday (hopefully?) I wont be able to post every day until at least then. That said I'll have something up by tonight. Sorry again.

Dragon Age: Seas Of Thedas

Jodee

Name: Jodee
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Class/Specialization: Dual Rogue

Appearance:
Jodee could count one handed the number of times she clearly saw her face in a mirror, not that her appearance was something she ever considered. Her hair could be a pleasing light auburn colour, if she bothered to wash or brush it. But it is kept short barely reaching her jaw, and often looks shorter still due to its tendency to curl and form heavy mats that where more often cut away then combed out. This paired with the her lanky frame (even for an elf) that never quite formed into much more than somewhat tall child at 5’0, leads many to mistake her for a boy. A small few may find her face charming, but far from beautiful. The most prominent feature is the vallaslin of Ghilan’nain from her time with the Dalish. Her grey eyes slant outwards, making the smile on her too-wide mouth look more like a smirk and her nose ends too soon with an undemure upward turn. Whatever symmetry her face may have held is lost on a scar on the left cheek running from below the eye socket to jaw-bone, paired with a scattering of freckles that shows itself whenever too much time is spent out-doors, leaves her complexion as undesirable as any of her other features.

Abilities:
Slight of Hand:
Josee has been referred to as a 'sticky-fingered magpie'. She takes what she needs, or just wants at any given time. While hardly a master thief, she can and has survived on the ignorance of others as she sorts their pockets or cards.
Lockpicking:
Self-explanatory.
Story-teller:
Jodee’s energy and excitement often get the better of her and without meaning to sometimes the truth gets distorted, often enough she gets so wrapped up in a good lie she half believes it herself which helps others do the same.
Survival:
Not particularity masterful, and she’d much rather spend a night in a warm inn with plenty of wine and food; when push comes to shove Jodee can do quite well in the wilderness and even navigate using the stars or winds.
Side-step:
Luck and a big mouth often lead Jodee into situations she should never be in. As used to it as she is, there’s nearly always a way out if you move fast enough. She can doge slow attacks easy enough, but when things get too much for her, she can roll, twist or even flip a few meters away to safety before her opponent knows what happened.
Dual-Daggers:
Jodee can hold her own in a fight, her almost boundless energy is needed in her quick, unyielding combat style focused more on dodging and wearing her opponent down with small pinpricks before going in for a deadly strike when they’re sufficiently weary.

Personality: There aren’t many things that Jodee can’t find a reason to laugh at. Even at the worst of times she is downright cheery and rather annoyingly energetic. While she may fancy herself a sort of mercenary, she isn’t much more then a small time pickpocket, with too much of a conscious to outright kill someone who didn’t deserve it (not that she was particular about what was ‘deserving’ of a knife in the back). She is her own moral compass, and remorse and pitty are forgein to her. The few jobs she has done where for the excitement more than the coin; which no matter the amount can never remain in her pocket for too long. A string of luck seems to follow her wherever she goes, landing her both in and out of tight spots

History: Born if not exactly raised, in the city of Denerim the only relative Jodee has even know was her mother, a scullery maid to an inconsequential lord who could not quite make ends meet in the slums of the alienage. Jodee is fairly certain that ‘Jodee’ was not the name her mother had given her, and she may have once even had a last name, but after being orphaned and employed promptly at the age of 10 it is the only name anyone ever called her, and so it was the one she kept. The past is not something she likes to dwell on, her mother is a sweet memory distorted as it may be by time and her childhood was far from unhappy; but that only made the loss bitter in comparison and thus not something to dwell on. The employer was not the same as her mother’s though it might well of been. She was treated fairly though to work was tedious and she never performed up to expectations despite the number of years she spent repeating the same tasks. There aren’t a great many places for an elven girl to say in the capital and with her double sided luck, Jodee managed to continuously get herself into scrapes but landed on her feet each time, apparently never learning after each experience. It didn’t take long for her to get properly stuck into a gang at the age of 12. It was mostly elves, street rats, looking back it was doubtless the older ones where smuggling lyrium for ‘Litas’ a dwarf that had always smelled of rum. The younger ones; herself and a handful of other urchins she never knew well, where simple pickpockets and thieves of the houses they worked. For the first while she was rather terrible, but she was small and watery-eyed looks to the guards with pitiful stories of starving sisters where usually enough to keep the off. After three years of the trade however, she became rather adept and developed a rather sever case of kleptomania. Then of course the bad turn of her luck came and her dead-drops stopped getting retrieved. Guards came to her employer’s house to take her away. But she was still young and knew nothing and was turned back out after a week in cells.

She was 15 and unemployable, with no friends of contacts to speak of. Denerim was done she decided and left. The Dalish where hardly more than a folk story to children in the alienage, and when she actually met a clan of them a mere five day journey outside the city she truly believed the maker or whatever gods there where had brought her to a home. Of course it was hardly so simple. She never properly fit in with the Dalish, she may have become a proficient hunter and earned vallaslin, but couldn’t pronounce or even remember the name of the god it represented. A few tried to make her feel welcome among them, but they were never a family even after nearly 5 years. When word came that the clan was going to send hunters to help fight the darkspawn, Jodee decided adventure was one thing, fighting endless hordes of nightmare creatures because some ancient piece of parchment said she must was another and left the same night without telling a soul.

She made it as far as Highever on her own, and for a short time resorted to the tricks of her childhood to get by, but it was clear this was merely a temporary solution. Then as she was walking the docks a captain mistook her, dressed in ragged clothing and unkempt as she was, for a boy, one looking for work, and offered a position as a sailor. This was a stroke of luck and ‘Joden’ wasted no time regaling the captain of ‘his’ skill in star navigation. For two months she washed after some 40 men as they crossed the Waking Sea near a dozen times. For six more, she worked beside the navigation officer, stumbling her way through maps, and even learned a few of the most important words she was expected to know. After that it was discovered she was a girl and the captain, superstitious gout he was dropped her at the nearest port, Kirkwall, without her last week’s pay.

Dragon Age: Seas Of Thedas

You know, I always tend to make sassy rogues, but I'm wondering if I should once more, or make someone different. People talking about Mages and Warriors, but no rogues. Hmm...

Perhaps a non-sassy rogue?

@MiddleEarthRoze

Always need more sassy rogues! I'm in the midst of making a cliche liying-through-her-teeth-lock-picking tumbler right now.

Will try to have bio submitted sometime today.

Return of the Dragonlords (High-Casual)

@Tackytaff Oh no it's fine, how about I change my ability instead? I could go for something more offensive anyhow. I just have to run it by the nice GM lady

Or we can do what the nice GM lady said and keep it! Either way is fine

@Superman

If Aerith doesn't mind, I don't mind. Change if you like, don't if you don't.

Dragon Age: Seas Of Thedas

@Saarebas Whoops should I have asked if there was still room? I might just craft a lifeboat and paddle along anyways if there isn't.