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Classes

2017-06-20T02:47:19Z

Darshan:

[[image:Windrider_dwarven.jpg|thumb|left]]The standard D&D classes can all be found here on the Emblem of Ea. For the most part there are no changes to these classes outside of theme-based implications and a minor tweak here and there.

All standard characters begin play at level 2. Your [[About Backgrounds|background]] should reflect your character's career, knowledge and experience up until the point that they arrive in [[Alexandria]].

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==Core Classes==
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==Prestige Classes (PrCs)==

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| '''[http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/prestigeClasses/arcaneArcher.html#_arcane-archer Arcane Archer]''' || An arcane spellcaster who draws upon ancient elven traditions to infuse his arrows with potent magical power.
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| '''[http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/prestigeClasses/arcaneTrickster.html#_arcane-trickster Arcane Trickster]''' || A troublemaker and a scoundrel who uses arcane magic to enhance her thievery and trickery. While we normally do not link to guides, [https://docs.google.com/document/d/1IZBcQbZlN5psPppnuQvOO3xJ5P84tI6UNPiQz5_jEGc/edit?pref=2&pli=1 this one] provides some nice discussion of playstyles and different things you can do with Trickster.
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|'''[http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/prestigeClasses/dragonDisciple.html#_dragon-disciple Dragon Disciple]''' || An arcane spellcaster who has embraced his latent draconic heritage and, over the course of training and devotion, undergoes a partial transformation into a dragon.
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|'''[http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/prestigeClasses/duelist.html#_duelist Duelist]''' || A swashbuckling swordfighter who relies upon grace, poise, and acrobatics to win the day.
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|'''[http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/prestigeClasses/eldritchKnight.html#_eldritch-knight Eldritch Knight]''' || An arcane spellcaster who augments his magical skills with combat to create a deadly combination of weapons and magic.
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|'''[[Liberator]]''' || A warrior dedicated to freedom in all its forms.
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|'''[http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/prestigeClasses/loremaster.html#_loremaster Loremaster]''' || A spellcaster who devotes his life to research and rumination upon the mysteries of the world.
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|'''[http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/prestigeClasses/mysticTheurge.html#_mystic-theurge Mystic Theurge]''' || Equally devoted to divine and arcane magic, the mystic theurge combines both magical traditions into one incredibly diverse class.
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|'''[http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/prestigeClasses/pathfinderChronicler.html#_pathfinder-chronicler Pathfinder Chronicler]''' || An explorer at heart, the Pathfinder chronicler travels to distant, exotic lands to expand her knowledge of the world.
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|'''[http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/prestigeClasses/shadowdancer.html#_shadowdancer Shadowdancer]''' || A mysterious adventurer who walks the boundaries between the real world and the realm of shadows, and who can command shadows to do her bidding.

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|'''[[Indomitable]]''' || A warrior who focuses on survival, gathering the will to survive almost any foe.
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|'''[[Skinwalker]]''' || A shapechanger of an older tradition.
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Player-Made Lexicon

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=A=
'''Alchemical Cosmetics:''' A catch-all term for alchemical products that have no use beyond affecting appearance, safe(ish) to use on humanoids. Scarring Salve (see below) is possibly the most common of these. Others may be skin and hair dyes, temporary or permanent, or transmutative elixirs and salves to produce more exotic effects. Beware of anything with 'gnome' in the name.

'''Alexandrian Roundleaf:''' The local name for a commonly-used tea leaf that produces tea with a mild taste. It’s found in the hills to the southwest of the city, where it grows in patches like clover. Alexandrian Roundleaf is ncommonly small for a tea-leaf, and round—the source of its name.
=B=

'''Banesight:''' A name for paladin-like “detect evil” senses.

'''Blessing of the Father Dragon, and honor on the Ancestors.''' A specific blessing of the Sith'Makar incarnation of Daeus.
=C=
'''Chainbreaker:''' A sith-makar name for freedom fighters/warriors against slavery, which originated from a legend from a warrior named Koresh. According to legend, Koresh stood along against an onslaught of Charn slavers, and famously “broke their chains” in his last battle (which also led to his death).

'''Cihuaa:''' A sith-makar word for a formal mate. Note, marriage practices differ from tribe to tribe and even within tribe.

'''Circle (in reference to spells):''' A term used almost exclusively by wizards, it refers to a spell’s power and complexity, e.g. “A First Circle spell” or “Spell of the First Circle.” There are nine circles into which spells are classed. Each Circle corresponds to the nine levels of spells the D&D 3.5/PFRPG systems have; level 0 spells are refered to as Cantrips in case of arcane spellcasters and Orisons in case of divine.

'''Clankers:''' a Gobber gambling game, properly named 'The Game Where You Stack Bolts Into Shapes To Win' where you stack bolts into shapes to win. Seventeen metal bolts are used, sometimes they are of varying sizes and metals but in the Goblintown gambling hall they are all the same and made of iron. Points are awarded for difficulty and using more of the bolts. Wagers are sometimes made on ability to construct a specific shape.

'''Corpse-botherers:''' A name for a necromancer, or raiser of the dead. Often referenced by someone who doesn’t believe in reincarnation, raise dead, or similar effects. This does not mean that these are associated with necromancy: instead, it references and describes the belief of the speaker.

=D=
'''Delver:''' An honorable title for Explorers in good standing with the Guild.

'''Deathclaw:''' The Am’sheran term for a megaraptor (which they view as essentially a bigger swiftclaw).

'''Desert Wind:''' A light, frothy Veyshanti alcoholic cocktail drink, traditionally made using dates. A modification of it that uses apples instead exists, sometimes called the "Wind of the Plains" to denote the difference.

'''Duel, The:''' A cafe in the Oronti Plaza, named after the statue in the plaza's center. Known for its high-quality cocktails. During warmer days, a handful of outdoor tables are available in addition to the ones indoors.
=E=
'''Egglayer/Eggtender:''' Care-takers of eggs and small sith-makar children. The second can refer to a male or female, but is generally a position held by a specially ordained “nest guard” or an older female, who goes around the area, turning the eggs in the evenings, and so on. The sith-makar have a high infant mortality rate due to their environment, so this originated as a way to give the caregivers some sort of title/prestige. The originals in draconic are: “vrantvrak daskic” and “vrantvrak aridoege.”

'''Elfkin:''' An individual with elven ancestry, such as a half-elf. Many Sildanyari find using this term to describe a full-blooded elf an insult, as it insinuates the individual is not pure-blooded.
=F=

'''Fingerwaggler:''' A slang term for a spellcaster, especially one wielding arcane magic.

'''Foul Water:''' A term coined by a rather drunk Sith'Makar after imbibing the clear beverage that was offered him. While it is was originally used specifically for that clear beverage, it came to be used to describe any and all Softskin liquor.
=G=

'''Glowcap:''' A type of small mushroom found in deep forests. Glowcaps are found most easily at night, because they glow in the absence of light (it’s bioluminescent). Used for the creation of a sweet-smelling, soothing incense when purified and processed. It can also be used raw—the stem’s cut up, the cap crushed into a sticky paste, and both are put on a heat source such as a piece of coal or firewood—but it’s much less potent that way.

'''Golden Harvest, The:''' A high-class fine dining restaurant in the Nobles' District of Alexandria, known for its excellent ambient, amazing food, and prices to match. It is notoriously hard to get reservations for. Its namesake is a marble statue of a human woman holding a full, golden cornucopia, positioned in the center of its two-level dining hall.

'''Green Hornet:''' A popular drink primarily among mages and artists for its vibrant green hue, a Green Hornet is a generous amount of Vihrea liqueur poured over honey and garnished with candied lemon peel (Myrana Tarris is rumored to be the inventor).

'''Gunpowder Whisky''': A black and slightly oily drink brewed by Myrana and rarely served at the Ox Strength Tavern. Its exact contents are unknown, but are rumored to include black dragon blood. Do not serve near open flame.

=H=
'''Hair Tonic, Perriman's:''' Originally invented by a gnome for the purpose of winning elaborate mustache contests, this alchemical tonic has become popular amongst adventurers that are often having their hair blasted off by fireballs. It is guaranteed to grow hair back in a matter of hours. Perriman makes no guarantee that it will grow back the same colour. Buyer beware.

'''Hornface:''' The Am’sheran term for a triceratops. Employed as mounts and beasts of burden by some Am’sheran clans.

'''Hymnweaver:''' An honorific used by some to denote an individual who can tap into the power of the Eidolon Hymn (or, in game terms, anyone with levels in the Bard class).
=I=
'''Ithquent Vethlexri:''' An Am’sherian box fashioned in heavy wood, with the larger ones treated with spells to preserve them from jungle rot. The surface is often scribed, by claw, with symbols of a god, demi-god, or important hero. The box acts as a container for prayer/blessings dedicated to this figure (though prayers to others may be added by guests or extended family, as appropriate). It has a lid and opening to hold offerings--usually things found in the natural world. These are usually placed near the entrance to sith’makar huts to ask for blessing/well-being for its inhabitants.
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=K=
'''Kir'kagal Bloodworm:''' Tiny, morbidly bloated blackish-red worms native to some parts of the Outlands, where they are sometimes used as a food item. "Mad Manny", one of the Academy of Sages' cafeteria's more eccentric cooks, insists on providing a bowl of these for every lunch hour despite the fact no sane person could possibly enjoy eating them. Students thus sometimes use them for dares.

'''Kobold Trotters:''' (Since: 839) Manufactured near the edge of dwarven mining towns, the Trotters got their name from a dwarf chasing a kobold out of his distillery, and "trotting" was the sound the kobolds made...right before he flung them against the wall.

In a twist of tradition, the Trotters come with a small lizard foot at the bottom. Supposedly this is a "kobold trotter," but actually belongs to a specific type of lizard found near the caves. The Kobold Trotter is an expensive, somewhat rare, ale although knockoffs may be found in shadier locales.

'''Kalanakin:''' Another name for the sith-makar and their related tribes, meaning “children of the dragon.” Name given by some human tribes of Am’shere.

=L=
'''Lionheart Hound:''' Also known as the Myrrish Shepherd, a breed of large dog originally developed for herding and protecting sheep, but their intelligence, strength and loyalty has made them prevalent in many other fields. The player probably knows them better as the German Shepherd Dog.

=M=
'''McGree’s:''' A dwarven-run restaurant near the river in Alexandria, known for its ability to transform otherwise healthy riverfish and seafood into greasy, deep-fried chow.

'''Mulblood:''' A slang term for an elfkin of visible Mul'niessa heritage. Not necessarily offensive in nature (though often spoken as if it were, as shadow elves are not well-accepted in the world).

'''Murkacian Snailsquid:''' A small creature that looks like the offspring of its namesake invertebrates, found in pockets of the Plane of Water. Traditionally consumed raw and swallowed whole. Much-loved by denizens of depths, but most humanoids are not fans due to the method of consumption. "Mad Manny", one of the Academy's more mentally unstable cafeteria cooks, insists they remain on the menu despite their low popularity.

'''Myr:''' A slightly perjorative form of “Myrrish” used by Stormgarders (and ornery Korites).

=N=

'''Naesirs:''' In its most simplistic form this is a term for an Egalkin matchmaker, but it loses much in the translation as matchmaker does not completely cover everything a Naesirs is responsible for.
=O=
=P=
'''Patience:''' Another name for Vardama, and refers to Her patient, vigilant, and watchful nature.

'''Peace on your Nest.''' Short Sith'Makar introduction to denote peace. Normally accompanied by showing the person they are speaking with their raised empty palm.

'''Peace on your Nest, and Ancestors blessing on the egs, your mate, and offspring.''' A catch-all Sith'Makar blessing.
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=R=

'''Rockface:''' While some may see it as an insult, it is simply a descriptive term that a Sith'Makar might use to reference someone of the Khazad race.

'''Runish Firewine:''' A type of high-quality red wine only produced in Rune and very, very rarely exported. Recognizable by its vibrant color and rich taste enhanced by a tiny tingle of magic present in the liquid.

=S=
'''Sage Brew:''' A generic term covering a number of Alchemic potions, most of which are highly illegal. Consumption causes an increase in creativity, problem solving, memory, and general intelligence of the user. However, a similar drop in mental power occurs when the potion wears off. Additional doses not only heighten the effect, but extend the duration. But the following loss is also enhanced, and abuse can bring lasting damage. Sage Brew is often used by ageing Artificers looking to make one last great Masterpiece. Such works often run amuck when the potion wears off and the Artificer can no longer control his creation. Or remember that he made it. Or, in extreme cases, remember why breathing is important.

'''Salve Mark:''' In a slave owning culture, such as Charn, slaves are frequently marked with the sign of their owner, what skills they possess, and any important details, such as escape attempts. While many slaves are given tattoos or brands, entertainer slaves, such as dancers, who frequently change owners, are more often marked with a long lasting skin dye. While orginally a mark of ownership, a slave may come to bear his mark with pride. While many ex-slaves choose to hide their marks, or have them removed, others flaunt their past, proud of what they have lived through.

'''Scarring Salve:''' Contrary to how it sounds, the salve does not cause scarring. Rather, it removes any scarring, blemishes or marks from the skin, leaving it baby-fresh. It's a popular base for many brands of alchemical cosmetic, and is often purchased by adventurers to remove unsightly marks such as those earned by being covered in boiling oil then set on fire. Without it, the adventuring world would be a much uglier place.

'''Scarleg:''' A term of respect generally attributed to older or experienced Sith'Makar. Those that have earned their scars as it were.

'''Sea's Warden:''' Also "Warden of the Sea". It refers to the Sea of Mana, and indicates an individual who follows Animus' - and more recently, Eluna's - teachings of nurturing and furthering magic. This title is self-given and not formally enforced, making it difficult to tell if someone who's chosen to use it truly harbors such beliefs. Followers of such doctrines look disfavorably on those who take up the title without due dedication.

'''Sharpear:''' A Sith'Makar term to reference all the races of Sildanyar. As the Sith come in many shapes, sizes, and colors, the less experienced do not particularly differentiate between the different Sildanyar races.

'''Skysister / Skybrother:''' A Sith'Makar term used to refer to the Egalkin. With the similarities between the two races' stories about dragons the term is usually used affectionately.

'''Sunblade:''' A paladin in the service of Daeus.

'''Sunguard:''' A cleric or priest in the service of Daeus.

'''Sunset Children:''' The name some hobgoblins use when referring to themselves. It stems from one of their myths of creation, which cites the gods created them from the last rays of the setting sun, resulting in their distinctive skin hue (orange, which they also consider a mark of the gods to display their strength) and their ability to see in the dark.

'''Sunset Skies:''' An Alexandrian alcoholic cocktail. Its name stems from its coloration: a light orange with streaks of yellow, red and purple. A quality version of it is served at The Duel. (See: Duel, The)

'''Softskin:''' A sith-makar name for a nonscaled, sentient species. Usually a human, elf, or so on. Its use need not be discriminatory.

'''Softskin:''' This Sith'Makar term can be used either generally or specifically. The first definition is a reference to any of the small scaleless races that a Sith may encounter. The second is to specifically reference humans.

'''Sopor Venenum:''' A carefully measured mixture of beetleroot, jade seaweed, drakedust, glowcap, and other substances. The concoction is overall a mixture of sleeping charms, muscle relaxants, and alchemy that ensures a deep, dreamless slumber. Invented for use for nighmare suffers, it looks like the very thing it banishes: a nightmare in a bottle, a black viscous liquid. It puts the imbiber in a dreamless sleep that resembles a temporary coma. Dangerous in large quantities, or for extended use. Sopor is nicknamed “Draught of Liquid Death,” because of the coma-like state it induces.

'''Stations of the Dragon:''' A ritual path taken before blessing a sith'makar's home. [http://forum.tenebraemush.net/index.php/topic,890.0.html Reference with input and ideas from various folks].

'''Sweet Ball Root:''' A large misshapen tuber found in Am'shere. This root is revered for its sturdiness and its incredibly sugary flavor. The sweet ball root is also the central part of a popular non-sense song sung by Eggtenders protecting unhatched or recently hatched younglings. The song is also sung by very young Sith'Makar as they play.

''"Sweet ball root has I has I, sweet ball root has I. Deep ground root all mine all mine, sweet ball root has I. Out the ground, up and down, throw sweet ball root up high, up high. Oh sweet ball root has I." ~A rough translation of the Sweet Ball Root song.''

=T=
'''Tallman:''' A catch-all term for elves, humans, orcs, half-breeds, blooded and everything in between. Used with frequency by a gnome from Clockwork Point, perhaps a common term there.

'''Terror Lizard:''' The Am’sheran term for any large, bipedal, carnivorous dinosaur. Most commonly used in reference to a Tyrannosaurus Rex (and technically only correct if used so), but can encompass any other species closely resembling it as well.

'''Theki:''' A game invented by goblins that plays similarly to “Battleship.” It comes in 2D and 3D variants, and the “battleships” are replaced with airships. The 3D variant is played with a specialized, mage or artificer-crafted board that sometimes includes pyrotechnics for when an airship is destroyed through the opponent’s guesswork.

'''Three Things:''' A children's game of memory and knowledge. Many versions exist, but in basic play, a topic is chosen, as generic or specific as the players care to name. The first player then states three facts about the topic. The next player then states three more facts. Any player who repeats a fact already made, or is caught in making an untrue statement ('caught' being the key word), is dropped from the round. The last player remaining gets a point. Highest points in a time limit, or first to a certain number of points, wins.
Regional Champion Mikilos Mithralla has recently regained his title after a five year hiatus in the Lost City of Alexandros.
=U=
=V=

'''Velvet Gale:''' A non-alcoholic, refreshing fruit mix cocktail. Served with ice. Usually involves a number of both local and exotic fruits, and the type of fruits may change depending on what is in season. A version of it is available at The Duel. (See: Duel, The)

'''Vihrea:''' Made with natural plant sugars and herbs which give it its deep emerald hue, this anise- and juniper-infused liquor is nonetheless very much an aqquired taste. Can also (though less accurately) be used to refer to a Rum made with the same plants, though it is of course more diffused in colour.
=W=

'''Watcher:''' A cleric or priest of Eluna. It refers to their frequent positions as “watchers” of dangerous and arcane matters.

'''Whack-a-Mage:''' A game whereupon two people--preferably a bard and a sorceress--confront a wizard of dubious morals. The bard uses a wand of silence to keep the wizard from being able to utilize his or her spells, while the sorceress blasts the wizard with magic missiles and other painful spells. The object of the game is to watch the wizard run and fail to get away.

'''Winterwhite:''' Alcohol made by freeze distillation. In its simplest form, leave a cask of hard cider out in the snow overnight (thus the name “winter white”), then pour out what hasn’t frozen into another container; water freezes out, causing the remaining liquid to be more alcoholic. Hard cider becomes applejack (“jacking” being another term for freeze distillation).

With magic, of course, distillers can make applejack and other liquors at any time of year. Apprentice mages are hired to maintain chill temperatures (combination of Prestidigitation and Ray of Frost cantrips) in insulated rooms, the casks further insulated with straw and wool.

'''“Witness”:''' A warcry of Korite warriors, asking that Kor witness a specific deed of high valor on the battlefield. To be used for spectacular endings, not during a charge.

'''Wizard's Brew:''' Sometimes served at the Ox. A souped up name for a souped up concoction. Basically whatever it is the Progressives are trying to sell off/cover up at any particular point and bought cheaply. May have side effects, guaranteed to be interesting.

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'''Younger's Juice:''' An Alexandrian version of the very potent, and lightly magical, liquor drink consumed by the people in Bruce The Younger's home. Younger brews Alexandrian Roundleaf Tea, see above. He adds 1 part tea, 1 part Vihrea rum, see above, and mixes. He then adds two tablespoons of Sopor Venenum, the powerful sleeping agent. This drink is NOT for the faint of heart.

'''Youngstomach:''' A term used to describe a young or inexperienced Sith'Makar. While occasionally used as an insult, it is more often used simply as a statement of fact.

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Player-Made Lexicon

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Coldan

2013-11-07T23:47:37Z

Darshan:

Conjan is a young monk of Navosian persuasion. He took his vows at the Order of Mountain and Stone, a monastery near the old Mountain Kingdom.

===Monastic Vows===
A work in progress as the character develops.

'''The cycle of mountain stone:''' Stone is strong, but eventually erodes by natural forces. So must the khazad; we stand as stone but must accept that even stone is not permanent, only a slow transition from one life to the next.

'''The purity of mountain ice:''' Ice in its most pure form is clear. It is truth and it is purity. Gone on too long, however, even the most pure of ice becomes opaque and murky at its core. Refrain from falseness in actions in speech, and guard against their clouding.

'''The simplicity of stone:''' Stone is not indulgence, but steadfastness and acceptance of nature's elements. Stone does not ride the wind or dance within fire, but stands still within, and pure.

'''The respect of stone:''' Stone is that which supports and is tread upon, despite its strength. If such a noble material may be humbled, so may we.

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Coldan

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Darshan:

Coldan

2013-11-07T23:46:55Z

Darshan:

Coldan

2013-11-07T23:39:49Z

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==A==
* [[Abrahil]]
* [[Aenyn]]
* [[Aegremar]]
* [[Agril]]
* [[Albain de Corveaux]]
* [[Alteri]]
* [[Amara]]
* [[Amira|Amir'a al'Jarim]]
* [[Arafel Gemlord]]
* [[Arik]]
* [[Ashlynn]]
* [[Azog]]

==B==
* [[Bashkim|Bashkim Sylaj]]
* [[Boshter]]
* [[Brolin]]

==C==
* [[Cinnamon]]
* [[Cesran]]
* [[Colrick Voss]]
* [[Conjan]]
* [[Constantin]]
* [[Craft]]

==D==
* [[Darshan]]
* [[Donk]]
* [[Drok'thar]]

==E==
* [[Edgard|Sir Edgard de Lecadre]]
* [[Edmee|Edmee Sulwen]]
* [[Elessa]]
* [[Eliathitae]]
* [[Emir|Emir Zalaahd]]

==F==
* [[Faiza]]
* [[Fiona]]
* [[Folkmar]]

==G==
* [[Garak]]
* [[Garrin]]
* [[Garthos]]

==H==
* [[Harric]]

==I==
* [[Ionus]]
* [[Ishmael]]

==J==
* [[Jareth]]
* [[Jensine]]
* [[Jessa]]
* [[Jibbom]]
* [[Jinks]]

==K==
* [[Kade Harlow]]
* [[Kaedin]]
* [[Kaiella]]
* [[Kail]]
* [[Kaliara|Kaliara Sein]]
* [[Karelin Andarin]]
* [[Kerbasi]]
* [[Koszhey Urvald Malinovyi]]
* [[Kravar]]
* [[Kyra Smith]]
* [[Kilian]]

==L==
* [[Lash]]
* [[Leisel]]
* [[Lithuin]]

==M==
* [[Mab]]
* [[Maerkkus]]
* [[Marley]]
* [[Matthias Haelker]]
* [[Mikilos]]
* [[Millicent]]
* [[Munch]]
* [[Myrana Jn'Rajh]]

==N==
* [[Nadara]]

==O==
* [[Oates|Jack Oates]]
* [[Ormarr]]

==P==
* [[Phanuel]]

==Q==
*[[Quint]]

==R==
* [[Remethaer]]
* [[Rhodes]]
* [[Roka]]
* [[Roland]]
* [[Rogun]]

==S==
* [[Lady Sandiel]]
* [[Hailee Serene Tigriil]]
* [[Lady Sienna Meribeth McBane]]
* [[Solace]]
* [[Sophia Lightbringer]]
* [[Selia]]
* [[Sharna]]
* [[Shyntae]]
* [[Spike]]
* [[Sebropert]]

==T==
* [[Tak]]
* [[Thaim]]
* [[Thistle]]
* [[Thyrson]]

==U==
* [[Uisge]]
* [[Ulharilti Wiivai]]

==V==
* [[Vekson]]
* [[Vennan|Vennan Hartose]]
* [[Vidarr|Vidarr Halvdran]]

==W==

==X==
* [[Xander]]

==Y==
* [[Younger, Bruce The|Bruce the Younger]]
* [[Yerathiel]]

==Z==
* [[Zaxx]]

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|Finding what goes in a PrP log
|[[Player_Run_Plots#Sending_in_a_Finished_PrP|Submitting PrPs]]
|-
|Finding logs from the old website
|[http://emblemofea.pbworks.com/w/page/12036798/Game-Logs The Old Site]
|}

==Our Logs==
{{TableMain}}
{{T02}}
|Date
|Log
|People
|-
|
|[[A Duel!]]
|
|-
|
|[[How to Smite with a Poo Cart]]
|
|-
|
|[[Crusaders, Start Your Engines!]]
|
|-
|
|[[Adamantine Tinkering]]
|
|-
|
|[[Storytime in the Dragon's Den]]
|
|-
|
|[[Adamantine Hunt]]
|
|-
|Aug 6 2012
|[[PRP: Unbearable]]
|[[Constantin]], [[Nadara]], [[Leisel]], [[Quint]], [[Dante]], [[Jibbom]]
|-
|Aug 7 2012
|[[A Formal Complaint]]
|[[Donk]], [[Dante]]
|-
|Aug 7, 2012
|[[The Overturned Cart]]
| [[Kalkorth]], [[Constantin]], [[Donk]], [[Emir]], [[Trank]], [[Svarshan]], [[Myrana]], [[Eira]]
|-
|Aug 8, 2012
|[[Felicia's Very Sandy Birthday Party]]
|[[Emir]], [[Svarshan]], [[Mikilos]], [[Katja]], [[Sandy]]
|-
|Aug ?, 2012
|[[Fox Ears for Azog]]
|[[Azog]], [[Abrahil]], [[Myrana]], [[Kalkorth]], [[Conrad]], [[Garrin]]
|-
|Aug 9, 2012
|[[Raising Halani]]
|[[Halani]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Craft]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|Aug 22, 2012
|[[Wanted Posters]]
|[[Abrahil]], [[Sandy]], [[Myrana]]
|-
|Aug 14, 2012
|[[Sildanyari do Not Birth Gnomes]]
|[[Jibbom]], [[Rotgut]], [[Faun]], [[Boshter]], [[Cesran]], [[Ormarr]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|August 23, 2012
|[[A Tea Cart]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Jibbom]], [[Azog]], [[Sandy]], [[Mikilos]], [[Lumina]], [[Moonshadow]]
|-
|August 25, 2012
|[[Moonwatching]]
|[[Kama'o]], [[Mikilos]], [[Colrick]], [[Locien]], [[Usha]], [[Constantin]]
|-
|August 31, 2012
|[[Prancing Poncy Swiftclaws]]
|[[Jibbom]], [[Sandy]], [[Lumina]], [[Svarshan]], [[Locien]]
|-
|September 1, 2012
|[[Dastardly Dealings]]
|[[Jibbom]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|September 3, 2012
|[[PRP: Catacombs Kidnapping]]
|[[Sonja]], [[Grunak]], [[Colrick]], [[Seadhna]], [[Jibbom]], [[Kathryn]]
|-
|September 4, 2012
|[[Social: BAD DOG!]]
|[[Kama'o]], [[Moonshadow]], [[Nadara]], [[Lumina]], [[Ashlynn]]
|-
|September 5, 2012
|[[PRP: The Laughing Anna]]
|[[Moonshadow]], [[Munch]], [[Seadhna]], [[Zarr]]
|-
|September 6, 2012
|[[The Best Medicine]]
|[[Jibbom]], [[Lumina]], [[Savannah]], [[Boshter]], [[Zalara]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|September 8, 2012
|[[Social: Hangover]]
|[[Kama'o]], [[Teppus]], [[Chloe]], [[Lumina]], [[Donk]]
|-
|Sept 13, 2012
|[[Muse of Doom]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Azog]], [[Jessa]], [[Zalara]], [[Quint]], [[Svarshan]], [[Chloe]]
|-
|Sept 14, 2012
|[[Career Day]]
|[[Ormarr|Wonderpony]], [[Jessa]], [[Mikilos]], [[Angrid]], [[Zalara]], [[Constantin]]
|-
|Sept 15, 2012
|[[PrP: Sanctuary Cleansing]]
|[[Jessa]], [[Melbert]]
|-
|September 15, 2012
|[[Not Yet a Knight]]
|[[Kerbasy]], [[Jareth]], [[Azog]], [[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|September 15, 2012
|[[Double Rainbow Man (Again)]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Agril]], [[Jessa]], [[Constantin]], [[Selia]], [[Younger]]
|-
|Sept 16, 2012
|[[Coyote Meets Phoenix]]
|[[Jibbom]], [[Jessa]]
|-
|September 17, 2012
|[[Younger's Busted Leg]]
|[[Abrahil]], [[Younger]], [[Jessa]], [[Munch]], [[Chloe]], [[Lumina]]
|-
|September 18, 2012
|[[Thrax]]
|[[Savannah]], [[Jibbom]], [[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|Sept 25, 2012
|[[Hip-pest Reaction]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Zalara]], [[Jessa]], [[Moonshadow]], [[Ellerela]]
|-
|October 13, 2012
|[[Shamblers in the Woods]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Leisel]]
|-
|October 15, 2012
|[[Clara the Lance]]
|[[Cinnamon]], [[Kerbasy]]
|-
|October 16, 2012
|[[Sandy is a Dandy]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Jinks]], [[Constantin]], [[Arissa]]
|-
|October 17, 2012
|[[Tent Fires]]
|[[Myrana]], [[Svarshan]]
|-
|October 17, 2012
|[[The Statues]]
|[[Eleia]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Boshter]]
|-
|October 19, 2012
|[[Challenge Beyond Our Means]]
|[[Albain]], [[Craft]], [[Svarshan]]
|-
|October 22, 2012
|[[Punchy Friends]]
|[[Aenyn]], [[Gragnar]], [[Liessa]], [[Sandy]], [[Svarshan]]
|-
|October 23, 2012
|[[Alleyway]]
|[[Donk]], [[Faun]], [[Quint]], [[Selia]], [[Whendi]]
|-
|October 26, 2012
|[[Kittens Jessa Kittens|Kittens, Jessa, Kittens!]]
|[[Quint]], [[Jessa]], [[Sandy]], [[Svarshan]], [[Cesran]],
|-
|October 27, 2012
|[[There Can be Only One Pretty Pretty Princess|There Can be Only One (Pretty Pretty Princess)]]
| [[Azog]], [[Cinnamon]], [[Sandy]], [[Constantin]], [[Svarshan]]
|-
|Unknown
|[[Giant Pink Hips]]
|[[Gragnar]], [[Jessa]], [[Svarshan]], [[Sandy]], [[Jibbom]], [[Emir]]
|-
|November 11, 2012
|[[Coming to Alexandria]]
|[[Fiona]], [[Cesran]]
|-
|November 11, 2012
|[[Young impressionable Youth]]
|[[Younger]], [[Fiona]]
|-
|November 13, 2012
|[[Till Death Do us Part]]
|[[Mel]], [[Ashlynn]], [[Zalara]], [[Eliathitae]], [[Fiona]]
|-
|November 14, 2012
|[[Goblintown]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Jareth]], [[Younger]], [[Fiona]]
|-
|November 16, 2012
|[[A Land Down Under]]
|[[Hilal]], [[Gavisa]],[[Mel]], [[Vennan]],[[ Angrid]], [[Zalara]],[[ Fiona]],[[ Jessa]]
|-
|November 17, 2012
|[[Once Upon a Jail Cell]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Myrana]], [[Svarshan]], [[Fiona]], [[Eliathitae]], [[Selia]]
|-
|November 18, 2012
|[[Bar Talk]]
|[[Angrid]], [[Azog]], [[Kaedin]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|Novenber 19,2012
|[[Of Honor and Laughter]]
|[[Kaedin]], [[Azog]]
|-
|November 19, 2012
|[[The Beginning of an Odd Partnership]]
|[[Kaedin]], [[Maxine]]
|-
|November 28, 2012
|[[Thoughts on Jobs and Life]]
|[[Hilal]], [[Oates]], [[Halani]], [[Quint]]
|-
|November 27, 2012
|[[Sandy Gets Hitched]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Saevrinimata]], [[Mikilos]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Arngrid]], [[Constantin]]
|-
|November 29, 2012
|[[A Type of Armor]]
|[[Kerbasy]], [[Aenyn]]
|-
|November 30,2012
|[[Goblin Caravan]]
|[[Craft]], [[Mikilos]], [[Oates]]
|-
|December 4, 2012
|[[Late Night at Wayfarer's Inn]]
|[[Maendir]], [[Zalara]], [[Oates]]
|-
|December 5, 2012
|[[Jinks Pearly Temple|Jinks' Pearly Temple]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Oates]], [[Abrahil]], [[Jinks]]
|-
|December 5, 2012
|[[Beyond the Pearly Temple]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Oates]], [[Jinks]], [[Svarshan]], [[Myrana]], [[Maendir]], [[Constantin]], [[Quint]]
|-
|December 10, 2012
|[[Rocks, Poop, Hips, and Stew!!]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Oates]], [[Fiona]], [[Svarshan]], [[Liessa]], [[Azog]], [[Achala]], [[Leisel]]
|-
|December 11 2012
|[[Mercantile Obligation (Porocora DM)]]
|[[Katja]], [[Ashlynn]], [[Albain]], [[Fiona]]
|-
|December 20,2012
|[[Grin Apolypse]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Gwendolyn]], [[Kuumvu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Remethaer]], [[Sandy]], [[Sonja]]
|-
|December 21, 2012
|[[Bar Chatter]]
|[[Gwendolyn]], [[Sandy]], [[Selia]]
|-
|December 23, 2012
|[[Poor Holiday Tidings]]
|[[Emir]], [[Zalara]], [[Donk]], [[Remethaer]]
|-
|December 30, 2012
|[[Art of Slice, the]]
|[[Chloe]], [[Gwendolyn]], [[Liessa]], [[Munch]], [[Remethaer]], [[Vennan]]
|-
|??
|[[PRP: Clearing Jeribald's Mine]]
|??
|-
|December 31, 2012
|[[Adventurers Guild Bringing in the New Year|Adventurer's Guild: Bringing in the New Year]]
|[[Karelin]], [[Azog]], [[Svarshan]], [[Tavissha]], [[Mikilos]], [[Sonja]], [[Oates]], [[Cesran]], [[Myrana]], [[Wilma]]
|-
|January 4, 2013
|[[Arvek in Pink]]
|[[Myrana]], [[Svarshan]], [[Boshter]], [[Jessa]], [[Roka]]
|-
|January 5,2013
|[[Ribbeting Times at the Hope]]
|[[Tavissha]], [[Abrahil]], [[Zalara]], [[Lash]]
|-
|January 7, 2013
|[[Hanging of the Butcher]]
|Lots
|-
|January 9, 2013
|[[Jink's Kids]]
|[[Jinks]], [[Agril]], [[Svarshan]], [[Jessa]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|January 10, 2013
|[[Cue Yakety Sax]]
|[[Emir]], [[Sandy]], [[Donk]], [[Abrahil]], [[Myrana]]
|-
|January 11, 2013
|[[In the Market]]
|[[Craft]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|January 11, 2013
|[[What's Down There?]]
|[[Brolin]], [[Lash]], [[Nadara]], [[Raja]], [[Zarr]], [[Zalara]]
|-
|January 12, 2013
|[[Wolf-wrestling]]
|[[Donk]], [[Kuumvu]], [[Tavissha]], [[Thyrson]], [[Jareth]], [[Garrin]]
|-
|January 13, 2013
|[[At the Ox]]
|[[Azog]], [[Lash]], [[Sandy]], [[Mikilos]], [[Faraday]]
|-
|January 13, 2013
|[[On the Roadway]]
|[[Sandy]], [[Selia]], [[Roka]], [[Arafel]], [[Elycia]],
|-
|January 19, 2013
|[[Nipples and rainbows]]
|[[Roka]], [[Karelin]], [[Rotgut]], [[Munch]]
|-
|January 20, 2013
|[[Mirrors]]
|[[Selia]], [[Oates]], [[Zalara]]
|-
|January 21, 2013
|[[The Lost]]
|[[Gragnar]], [[Elycia]]
|-
|January 23, 2013
|[[Of Guns, Maintenance, and Weather]]
|[[Craft]], [[Rementhaer]]
|-
|January 26, 2013
|[[Desolate Dig]]
|[[Oates]], [[Remethaer]], [[Lash]], [[Arafel]], [[Cinnamon]], [[Mel]]
|-
|January 27, 2013
|[[Along the Road]]
|[[Ormarr]], [[Cesran]], [[Lash]], [[Vidarr]], [[Donk]], [[Elycia]]
|-
|January 27, 2013
|[[PrP: Trouble Brewing]]
|[[Arafel]], [[Oates]], [[Rotgut]], [[Tavissha]], [[Brolin]]
|-
|January 28, 2013
|[[Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Deliciousness]]
|[[Donk]], [[Jibbom]], [[Cesran]], [[Elysia]], [[Lash]], [[some chubby, old orc]]
|-
|February 02, 2013
|[[Lost And Found]]
|[[Sharna]], [[Azog]], [[Aenyn]]
|-
|February 03, 2013
|[[Makar at the Ox]]
|[[Myrana]], [[Svarshan]], [[Mikilos]], [[Zarr]]
|-
|February 09, 2013
|[[PrP: Up in Smoke]]
|[[Sharna]], [[Jinks]], [[Sonja]], [[Aenyn]], [[Jessa]]
|-
|February 10, 2013
|[[PrP: 3:10 to Selentia]]
|[[Birgit]], [[Chloe]], [[Elessa]], [[Remethaer]]
|-
|February 15, 2013
|[[Love Potions]]
|[[Jessa]], [[Mikilos]], [[Agril]], [[Taurex]], [[Zalara]]
|-
|February 15, 2013
|[[PrP: Pie and Orc]]
|[[Mako]], [[Remethaer]], [[Aviere]]
|-
|-
|February 19, 2013
|[[PrP: Meat on Stick Part 1]]
|[[Taurex]], [[Moonshadow]], [[Abrahil]], [[Kilian]]
|-
|-
|February 25, 2013
|[[PrP: Meat on Stick Part 2]]
|[[Taurex]], [[Vennan]], [[Kravar]], [[Shrike]]
|-
|-
|March 03, 2013
|[[PrP: Lurker on the Heights]]
|[[Lash]], [[Vennan]], [[Gwendolyn]], [[Oates]], [[Schneider]], [[Alistine]]
|-
|-
|March 08, 2013
|[[PrP: The Alexandrian Job]]
|[[Kravar]],[[Heyuri]], [[Korsten]], [[Chloe]]
|-
|
| [[Spirit-Bonded Ceremony]]
|
|-
|-
|April 01, 2013
|[[Kittens]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Jessa]], [[Elycia]]
|-
|-
|April 02, 2013
|[[Log: Goblintown Hi-Jinks]]
|[[Meep]], [[Sonja]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Kravar]], [[ Sandy]], [[Constantin]]
|-
|-
|April 10, 2013
|[[Log: Pets 4 Sale]]
|[[Grub]], [[Ferawyn]], [[Mikilos]], [[Seanait]]
|-
|-
|April 11, 2013
|[[PrP: Goblin Massacre Mystery]]
|[[Vennan]], [[Kravar]], [[Nadara]], [[Chloe]]
|-
|-
|April 12, 2013
|[[BBQ fun]]
|[[Agril]], [[Jessa]], [[Mikilos]], [[Moonshadow]]
|-
|-
|April 17, 2013
|[[Chance Meeting]]
|[[Ferawyn]], [[Mikilos]], [[Younger]]
|-
|-
|April 22, 2013
|[[Log: Lower Market Madness]]
|[[Mogrinaar]], [[Kravar]], [[Shilde]], [[Chloe]]
|-
|-
|April 23, 2013
|[[Log: Meetings and Mysteries at Wilderness Pointe]]
|[[Drake]], [[Kravar]], [[Ferawyn]]
|-
|-
|April 26, 2013
|[[PrP: Camp Encounter]]
|[[Remethaer]], [[Elessa]], [[Kravar]], [[Ferawyn]]
|-
|-
|May 1st, 2013
|[[Kill Tak]]
|[[Tak]], [[Selia]], [[Elycia]]
|-
|-
|May 2nd, 2013
|[[DEATH!]]
|[[Kravar]], [[Tak]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|-
|May 3rd, 2013
|[[PRP: Fast Zombie Day]]
|-
|-
|May 5th, 2013
|[[Log: Sign Sixty-Two]]
|[[Rogun]], [[Ferawyn]], [[Sebropert]]
|-
|-
|May 11th, 2013
|[[PrP: Ratburglars!]]
|[[Tak]], [[Madde]], [[Porarna]]
|-
|-
|May 13th, 2013
|[[Magic Discussions at Fernwood Pub]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Tak]], [[Rogun]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|-
|May 14th, 2013
|[[PrP: Vadran Patrol]]
|[[Tak]], [[Sebropert]], [[Rogun]], [[Elessa]]
|-
|-
|May 15th, 2013
|[[Olympic Start]]
|[[Abrahil]], [[Jessa]], [[Munch]]
|-
|-
|May 16th, 2013
|[[PrP: Spontaneous Event]]
|[[Eligar]], [[Ferawyn]], [[Brom]], [[Folkmar]]
|-
|-
|May 18th, 2013
|[[PrP: Docking Pay]]
|[[Folkmar]], [[Halani]]. [[Kravar]], [[Tak]], [[Vennan]]
|-
|-
|May 21st, 2013
|[[Trust Building Exercise!]]
|[[Folkmar]], [[Moonshadow]]
|-
|-
|May 24th, 2013
|[[PrP: A Golem in the Arena]]
|[[Munch]], [[Zalara]], [[Valadhiel]]
|-
|-
|May 24th, 2013
|[[Taiko Market]]
|[[Halani]], [[Selia]], [[Tak]]
|-
|-
|May 25th, 2013
|[[PrP: Food Fight]]
|[[Temarie]], [[Tak]], [[Brom]], [[Faiza]]
|-
|-
|May 28th, 2013
|[[Gelfure Chatter]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]], [[Tak]], [[Molokh]]
|-
|-
|May 29th, 2013
|[[Market Meet]]
|[[Sonja]], [[Mikilos]], [[Gunnhilde]], [[Tak]]
|-
|-
|May 29th, 2013
|[[Book Thief]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Vekson]], [[Elycia]], [[Zarya]], [[Cesran]], [[Karelin]]
|-
|-
|May 20th, 2013
|[[PrP: Arena Bout 05 30]]
|[[Eligar]], [[Jex]], [[Brom]], [[Nadara]], [[Tak]], [[Gunnhilde]]
|-
|-
|May 20th, 2013
|[[Philosophy of the Rat]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Vekson]], [[Zarya]]
|-
|-
|June 6th, 2013
|[[PrP: Cattle Wasps]]
|[[Jex]], [[Temarie]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Lanier]], [[Laoise]]
|-
|-
|June 7th, 2013
|[[Fundraising Pie]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Sonja]]
|-
|-
|June 8th, 2013
|[[PrP: The Azure Queen's Trap]]
|[[Jex]], [[Shrike]], [[Moonshadow]], [[Nadara]], [[Kojot]]
|-
|-
|June 17th, 2013
|[[PrP: The Prancing Owlbear]]
|[[Brom]], [[Eligar]], [[Lanier]], [[Nadara]], [[Tak]], [[Temarie]]
|-
|-
|June 20th, 2013
|[[PrP: Red Ridge Pass]]
|[[Eligar]], [[Tak]], [[Thora]], [[Tatyannah]]
|-
|-
|June 21st, 2013
|[[Market Meeting]]
|[[Jessa]], [[Mikilos]], [[Valadhiel]]
|-
|-
|June 22nd, 2013
|[[PrP: Saturday Night Main Event]]
|[[Cesran]], [[Munch]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Temarie]]
|-
|-
|June 24th, 2013
|[[Mary Met]]
|[[Bildor]], [[Mary]], [[Mikilos]], [[Sandy]]
|-
|-
|June 25th, 2013
|[[PrP: Save the Princess]]
|[[Bildor]], [[Elessa]], [[Tak]], [[Zarr]]
|-
|-
|June 27th, 2013
|[[PrP: Abyssal Barn]]
|[[Elessa]], [[Kilian]], [[Lanier]], [[Tak]], [[Tatyannah]]
|-
|-
|June 30th, 2013
|[[PrP: The Dastardly Gauntlet of Doom!]]
|[[Azog]], [[Jenner]], [[Jessa]], [[Jibbom]], [[Oates]]
|-
|-
|July 1st, 2013
|[[PrP: Artificer's Arena Challenge]]
|[[Aleron]], [[Eligar]], [[Vekson]]
|-
|-
|July 1st, 2013
|[[Hart Scouts]]
|[[Jessa]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|-
|July 4th, 2013
|[[On Good and Evil]]
|[[Jessa]], [[Jame]], [[Vekson]], [[Solace]], [[Mikilos]]
|-
|-
|July 6th, 2013
|[[Cats in the Market]]
|[[Azog]], [[Niama]], [[Mikilos]], [[Valadhiel]], [[Ol' Mags]]
|-
|-
|July 9th, 2013
|[[PrP: The Ghosttower]]
|[[Tatyannah]], [[Eligar]], [[Auk]], [[Solace]] (GM)
|-
|-
|July 12th, 2013
|[[PrP: The Trouble With Archaeology]]
|[[Bildor]], [[Schneider]], [[Raethon]], [[Thorarna]], [[Solace]]
|-
|-
|July 18th, 2013
|[[PrP: Pirates, Submersibles, Airships (Oh My)]]
|[[Ormarr]], [[Sonja]], [[Oates]], [[Munch]], [[Jessa]]
|-
|-
|July 26th, 2013
|[[PrP: Heart of Farceness]]
|[[Faiza]], [[Eligar]], [[Vennan]], [[Munch]], [[Angrid]]
|-
|-
|July 31st, 2013
|[[PrP: Role Reversal]]
|[[Faiza]], [[Radek]], [[Aegremar]], [[Temarie]], [[Kojot]]
|-
|-
|August 3rd, 2013
|[[Trubble in the Market]]
|[[Mikilos]], [[Trubble]]
|-
|-
|August 14th, 2013
|[[On Prancing]]
|[[Jessa]], [[Mikilos]], [[Tatyannah]]
|-
|-
|August 15th, 2013
|[[Another Owlbear]]
|[[Svarshan]], [[Myrana]], [[Mikilos]], [[Hilal]], [[Markus]], [[Nasirri]], [[Raethon]], [[Azog]], [[Boshter]], [[Rain]]
|-
|-
|August 24th, 2013
|[[PrP: The Duty of Shadows]]
|[[Tatyannah]], [[Gwendolyn]], [[Laoise]], [[Schneider]], [[Solace]]
|-
|-
|}

[[Category:Logs]]

Recent Logs

2013-08-27T13:43:56Z

Darshan:

File:Craft01.png

2012-07-31T23:40:49Z

Darshan:

The Princess Armor

2012-07-31T03:06:47Z

Darshan: Created page with "<div style="padding:5px; background-color:#e7eaea;"><div style="width:100%; background-color:#e7eaea;"> '''Chardev Summary (Svarshan):''' It was nice to get out ongrid again. ..."

<div style="padding:5px; background-color:#e7eaea;"><div style="width:100%; background-color:#e7eaea;">
'''Chardev Summary (Svarshan):''' It was nice to get out ongrid again. Everyone had something to contribute, and I enjoyed the way that Angrid reacted to the khazad NPC I'd posed. Sandy was as fun as ever, and Mikilos brought his relatives on a tour, a theme he's been sticking with. It was also the first time Svar had met Const, who seemed to cotton onto Srassha's personality fairly quickly.

I enjoy playing the two--they're such opposites. As grumpy as he is, Svarshan needs the swift as a kind of foil. When there's just the one, I often feel as though I'm posing just half a PC.
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'''RPP Note:''' If you were in this scene, you could add a summary here, too, in order to get credit for it. Or, include your summary in your +request. Either works. Full details on [[RPPs]] can be found [[RPPs|on the RPP page]]. - Lah
</div></div>

<pre>
-=--=--=--=--=--=--=-<* Temple District - Temple Plaza *>-=--=--=--=--=--=--=-

The air of worship, solemn contemplation and the weight of divinity in this
area simply cannot be denied. In stark contrast to the bustle of the great
market just to the south, all noise and rowdiness seems to immedialty cease
upon entry to large area. In size, the Great Market does rival the Temple
Square but the placement of the temple structures and the weighty air in
the place lends to it a scale that is not easily quantified. The square
itself is brilliantly paved with large white flagstones. In contrast to
the colorful cacophony a short walk south, it is serene and nearly empty
of vendors, save for a handful of respectfully quiet ones who offer
fruits, flowers and other things that may be given up as offerings to some
of the deities.

The centerpiece of the square is a large fountain of white marble, filled
with clear water. During the day, a jet of water continuously shoots high
into the air, pattering back into the pool below like soothing rain.
Special reflectors situated around the area cause the water to sparkle
with fractured light.

VIEWS: +view here/fountain

-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-- Contents --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-
Svarshan Be a brightscale! Chomp a demon! 0s 2h
Mikilos Tall male dawn elf, rosey blonde and handsome. 1m 34m
Sandy The HIPpest elf ever. Practically a HIPpy. 31s 1d
Quint A dark-haired, bearded young man with old eyes. 6m 57m
-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-- Objects =--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-
Sign -- NO BATHS IN THE FOUNTAIN
-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--= Exits -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-
Temple of Tarien <TN> Temple of Althea <TA> Temple of Kor <TK>
Temple of Eluna <TE> Temple of Daeus <TD> Temple District <N>
Commerce District <S>
-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-
</pre>

It's Variday, Aestry 30 20:12:22 1014. The full moon isn't up. The tide is low and ebbing.

The sun sets and the evening stars begin to appear in a blue and cloudless sky. There's a cool breeze from the west.

"Just what the hell are you doing, anyways?" asks Sandy of Svarshan with obvious annoyance. She has her hands planted on her hips and she's watching the Sith with his mount. "Hasn't she already had enough to eat today? You're going to make her bloody fat at this rate."

Indeed, Srassha is no doubt pleading for more food, with the 'never been fed ever' look. And is in fact being fed.

Quint has disconnected.

Angrid has arrived.

<Meet> Angrid joins Sandy.

"Just what the hell are you doing, anyways?" asks Sandy of Svarshan with obvious annoyance. She has her hands planted on her hips and she's watching the Sith with his mount. "Hasn't she already had enough to eat today? You're going to make her bloody fat at this rate."

Indeed, Srassha is no doubt pleading for more food, with the 'never been fed ever' look. And is in fact being fed.

"...why do you care what I am doing?" he mutters beneath his breath. He reaches up to scratch the swift's neck. She arches, tossing her head in a way that says: Princes. Beautiful Princess. His other hand holds a cutting block of sorts. A long, flat piece of wood, bits of raw meat are draped over it. They wobble, jiggle as he scratches Srassha's chin. Srassha stands tall, just over 10'. A swiftclaw from Am'shere's jungles, she bears the typical coloring, with flecks here and there of divine gold. And, a fact she seems very proud of: is decked out in her shiny, shiny armor.

Mikilos hasn't eaten in a week, but that's more a magicy-wizard thing than any lack of food. Instead, the elf has followers. Well, people following him, which technically means they're followers. The young half-elf Amy trails along not listening, having been thru this tour before. The others are a tall blonde elf who looks quite a bit like Mikilos, and an iron clad dwarf maiden; the later pair not listening much either, too busy making puppy eyes at each other.

Angrid exits the temple of Daeus, giving a wave to the priests as he reslings his axe. He's wearing his armor as well, clanking pointedly as he strides out with that inimitable pace that dwarves do; slow but inexorable, like glaciers moving. Stopping outside, he fishes out his pipe, starting to pack it as he catches sight of the large riding lizard and its master, a faint grin curling one side of his beard.

"Because you're doing it right here, Svarshan. So publically," says Sandy with a mocking tinge to her voice. And then Mikilos is arriving. Angrid too, actually. Both of them are more noticable than your common, run of the mill petitioners attending the churches in theri own way. "Huh," she says, before her eyes swing back to Svarshan again.

A few other knights wander from the temple regions, mounts in tow. Most of these are the capable horse, though a khazad stomps alongside one with a more exotic rockbeast, the tamed version of the landshark. It follows placidly, waddling back and forth in its gait like a great, big dog...just with sharper fangs. A few of them wave to Arngrid before walking on towards the mounted practice fields.

Announcements that day had declared a match between some of the Daeusites and the Angorites.

The Angorites weren't bothering with horses.

Across the way, Svarshan grasps a chunk of the slimy meat, and dangles it in front of the Princess. Her head snaps to attention immediately, and she follows it...this way. ...that. ...and back again.

"Ssssa. And this is. A problem?" he asks, as he dangles the bloody meat. He nods to Mikilos as the sildanyari does his tour, and at this brief inattention--the swift lunges forward, snapping it from his fingers.

And downs it, with loud, sloppy, drooly, gulping sounds. Princess.

Angrid watches the rockbeast plod past. "Ach, now I haven't seen one of those since I was a lad with no beard to speak of," he says fondly. Lighting up his pipe, he unslings his axe and raises it to the khazad rider in salute. "The earth abides!" he rumbles cheerfully.

Mikilos does stand out a bit from most crowds, but a 10' lizard stands out moreso. smiling, the elf leads his small procession closer, nodding greetings to each and making brief intorductions. "Miss Sandy, Sunblade Svarshan, Lady Srassha, I believe you've all met Amy. Allow me to introduce her father, my cousin Thalin, and his fiance, Ilga Stouthammer."

Oh, look. A red headed dwarf! Sandy eyes the arriving dwarf for a moment and says, "Get used to it. You'll be seeing plenty more of them before too long." She then rubs the back of her neck, turns back towards Svarshan, eyes him, and then lets out a sigh. Just a sigh. She swats at something and mutters 'bloody moths' after a moment and then turns her eyes on Mikilos. "Uh..huh," she tells him. "IS this where I insult all of them?"

"Crafter's Mark and Beard!" the other calls back cheerfully. He salutes his own axe in return. "We're gonna give those giants a run for it. HAH!"

"Hear hear!" And at that? A loud cheer goes up among the mounted Daeusites as their hoses clip-clop across the plaza. "You tell'em how we kicked the giants' asses next time, Mik!" the khazad yells back before the group lumbers out of site. The rockbeast lumbers on its way--slower, but inevitable in its advance. It moves with its constant, steady waddle and heavy body, its rock-like physique a match for the khazadi clan it had hailed from.

At her accomplishment, Srassha struts a pace. See how fast I am? that seems to say. See how Quick? See how Magnificant? She poses there in the sunlight, so the rays catch her pretty, pretty armor and the bits of silver on her bosal.

Svarshan scowls up at her a while. And then sighs, the corner of his muzzle curving upwards. "Saaa. One hassss. Not. ...watch the teeth," he tells them then, with a nod towards the posing Princess. And, pose she does.

So pretty, she seems to say. So GORGEOUS. So CLEVER.

And he nods to Arngrid, too. "I know you. ...you...came to the Temple. Recently. But the SSunguards did not ssay much?"

Angrid reverses his axe, reslinging it as he turns to look at Svarshan. "Probably because I was getting patched up from a nasty little job involving a giant crab and a gnoll magician." He puffs on his pipe contentedly. "I see life has treated you and your companion well, Sir Knight."

Mikilos grins, and nods to Sandy. "Most likely. But if you'd care to limit yourself to just a greetng, that's fine too." He blinks, glancing towards Angrid. "Giant crab? Dont believe I've heard that tale." His follows stand back a bit, content with their own amusements, and keeping well back from the snapping teeth. Not Srassha, Sandy.

Svarshan pauses at the khazad's words, and then glances downwards. And... "No," he says, simply. And then thinks on it a while after that, and says, "Yes," instead.

Good with words he is not.

Indeed, of the two of them, Srassha seems more expressive. She blinks widely at the Sildanyari and turns just-this-way. The sun's rays strike the silver on her bosal perfectly. It glints, glitters finely to where one might indeed imagine small and tiny stars spilling off from it. So gorgeous.

"...how did the crabs taste?" the sith'makar asks after a time, after he's had time to put the words together properly in his head. And, beyond, the hoofbeats continue to clip and clop, eventually to fade towards the temple of Angoron.

Angrid claps his hand to his brow dramatically. "Ach! We only fished out one of its claws, and we gave that one to the fisherman so he could prove to the village it was dead. I think they nailed it to the wall of the town hall." He rubs his hands together. "But it was huge, lad. As big as three of her," he points at Srassha, "put together, side by side!"

Mikilos frowns mildly, uncertain. "Just the claw, or the whole crab?" He reaches over to give Srassha a scratch, well aware the pretty princess deserves the attention.

"Well, I don't *care* to limit myself, but I will. Just for you, Mikilos." There is sarcasm in her tone, "In which case I'll only be mildly insulting." And then Svasrshan is eyed again and then she says, "How do the... you know what," she says after a moment, "I'm not going to ask why you're eating crabs. NEver liked them, myself." She sniffs.

At that? Srassha's head comes up. OFFENDED, that says, and she stands up higher. OFFENDED. She is the mightiest, the grandest, the...oh.

Someone is scratching her. Someone is...

She settles. Clearly. Mikilos is the only one here who appreciates her worth.

Clearly.

"Ah," Svarshan says, and the side of the muzzle /away/ from Srassha curves into a smile. "You might try eating them," he continues in that same thoughtful tone. "Asss large as..." and he lets his gaze wander up towards the primping Princess. Who then proceeds to pretend she'd never heard of him in her life.

He clears his throat again. "Sss. Svarshan Kotharrventin, of Am'ssshere and the Father'sss service," he says after a time, and looks over towards the khazad as he does. He moves slowly, as one might expect...a group of rocks to settle. And come to rest atop a layer of moss. "And thissss...is the Demon Sildanyari." And another, longer pause. "By reputation," he suggests, wryly.

"It was HUGE!" Angrid rumbles around his pipe, smoke snorting from his nostrils as he spreads his arms wide. "It picked up our archer. It picked up -me- at one point! I'm just sorry it sank to the bottom of the lake; we'd have needed barrels of butter to cook it properly though." He removes his pipe from his mouth, placing a hand over his chestplate. "Angrid Stonehelm of the Dun Morden, at ye service."

"...no kidding," says Sandy at Angrid's tail, with a tone of doubt clearly creeping into her voice. Then she says to Mikilos' 'family', with dryness, "Welcome to Alexandria." She does not quite add 'Land of Braggarts and Exageraters', but she might as well have from the tone she's using all together.

Mikilos nods thoughtfully. "Mikilos Mithralla, Builder Arcane. A lake you say? Intresting, usually there's not enough food for something so big. Hrmm. Ah well." Shrugging, he glances towards the Demon Elf. "So what are you up to this day, beyond berateing Svar Sunblade?"

Azog arrives from the north.

Azog has arrived.

Angrid hmphs. "Lass, if I wanted to brag, I'd say I killed the beast singlehandedly. But sad to say, 'twas a giantborn woman with arms like tree trunks that dealt it the most hurt. We were on a boat, and I'm not ashamed to say that's no place for a proper dwarf." He looks back at Mikilos. "Oh aye. That's probably what the gnoll magician was doing there. Probably his pet, the mangy cur."

"...one hasss...known khazad. Steady," is the sith's word he chooses, after a while. The sentence comes slowly, each word poured over, each one chosen with care...and also, a sense of struggling. Of trying to put them together, and never quite...

Right.

As though to distract himself, Svarshan reaches down to grasp one of the chunks from the cutting board. The response is instant--the Princess's head snaps around, her eyes focusing, focusing...

...and then just as quickly, she's chomping noisily on the tasty, tasty thing, without a mind for decorum in the world.

That comes later.

"The Guild?" he asks after a while. "Contract?"

The group of them stand amidst the courtyard, talking. Mikilos has a number of people with him, having recently been giving a tour. And, off to the distance, the faint but rising sound of battle taking place at the Angorite temple. Earlier that day, fliers had gone up--a competition between the mounted Daeusites and the giantblood of Angoron. Apparently. It is happening now.

Azog exits the Temple of Eluna with a perplexed expression. He heads to where his horse is hitched, pulls himself up into the saddle, and rides off in the direction of the Temple of Daeus. He dismounts there and heads inside, walking in with a distracted air and noting things going on only just before running over Sandy. Luckily, he stops just in time. Azog's not hugely observant at the best of times, and he's distracted now, it seems, or at least preoccupied. "Oh, hey." Yes, he's also a master of wit. He offers a wave to the others as well. "Hello, all of you." He looks around. "Something going on?"

"Oh," says Sandy, ''Ello there, Azog. Cleared any more gardens lately?" she saks, leaning her bustle-clad back against a wall. She keeps an eye on Angrid, Mikilos and Svarsha (and the jungle princess, of course) but she's clearly in a bad mood from the scowl that's set on her face. And it only appears to be getting more intense, that scowl.

"Aye, lad. Guild contracts pay just as well as anyone else. And they're straightforward, no mucking around in the tailings. Go here, find this, kill that." Angrid puts his pipe back in his mouth, cocking one ear at the sounds of a ruckus. "Aye, looks like the Angorites forgot that the followers of the Truemetal know how to fight too. Ah well, they'll learn someday."

Mikilos waves to Azog. "Nothing specific, just talking a moment in a brief tour, which I'd best get back to." He motions to his companions. "Amy I think you've met. And this is her father, Thalin, and Ilga Stouthammer, his fiance. This is Azog, another member of the local Guild. Anyway,we'd best be off if we want to make it back to the towers for dinner. Fare well!"

Mikilos has disconnected.

Svarshan follows the cock of the ear, and a smile makes its way, slowly, steadly, to his features. He listens a while, as the roar continues, rises, falls--and then a loud, angry thud of flesh follows, followed by the sound of breaking stone.

He takes a breath.

Lets it go.

And nods to the sildanyari as he makes his exit, before commenting. "It isss...good. I worked there...a while. To know Alexandria. Hello there, warrior. Have...the two of you. Met?" he asks. And beside, Srassha. Realizes she is no longer being scritched. Petted. Or adored. ...she eyes Sandy.

Azog waves in what he understands is the Alexandrian manner, ie normally rather than in some brutish Yrch way, and nods his head. "Greetings," he tells the family as they ... depart. He shakes his head to Sandy about gardens. "No, I do not normally work on gardens. But if yours needs tending, please let me know." Apparently he makes exceptions for tending Sandy's garden. He peers at Svarshan, then at the competition. "If the followers of Garganos Benemoth have forgotten how to put forth their best efforts, then they deserve to fail. They will work harder to redeem their honor."

Sandy, for her part, eyes Svarwshan. She then wads something up she just plucked from one of her pouches. She then throws the handkerchief at him. It bounces off the side of his head and hits the ground. In other words, that handkerchief is wrapped around something, actually, even as she nods towards Azog, of course. "I'm sure. Ha. Haha." She gives Svarshan a dirty glare, as if holding him responsible for something or other. Than back to Azog, "Think it'll be okay for now, but if it ever needs wrestled again, I will let you know."

Angrid grins at the Yrch. See, now, that's the right idea. "Well, I'd say some of 'em are learning the hard way." He slaps Svarshan on the back, "Listen, I promised my cousin Finn I'd meet him for lunch. I'll see ye around, Svarshan." With that, the dwarf ambles on his merry way. Whistling, even.

Angrid has disconnected.

Svarshan looks towards the temple of Angoron across the way, where the competition is taking place. And he pauses a while after that, the almost-smile staying in place. "Sa," he says. And then he's hit in the head. He glances downwards at it, and even as he does--that brief inattention--the swiftclaw lunges forward, and snags the last piece of her meal from the tray. He eyes her a moment, irritation evident in his shoulders. It only worsens as he glances down at the object...

...and nods. "Yes," he says, looking at the one who threw it. And then nods to the khazad as he makes his way off. He crumples the paper, and tucks it into his pouch.

Constantin has arrived.

<Meet> Constantin joins Sandy.

Svarshan looks towards the temple of Angoron across the way, where the competition is taking place. And he pauses a while after that, the almost-smile staying in place. "Sa," he says. And then he's hit in the head. He glances downwards at it, and even as he does--that brief inattention--the swiftclaw lunges forward, and snags the last piece of her meal from the tray. He eyes her a moment, irritation evident in his shoulders. It only worsens as he glances down at the object...

...and nods. "Yes," he says, looking at the one who threw it. And then nods to the khazad as he makes his way off. He crumples the paper, and tucks it into his pouch. He, Srassha, Sandy, and Azog stand amid the courtyard. Srassha is chewing the last of her meal, while alternately posing from time to time in her very, very, pretty armor. Verypretty. (re)

Azog nods gravely about taking care of Sandy's garden. "Very well." He bids the dwarf farewell as he departs, then peers at the Sith-Makar with a puzzled look. "Swiftclaws are not like horses at all," he remarks observantly. "Except in some things. They prefer apples, but they will browse if you let them."

"Huh?" says Sandy to Svarshan with this puzzled look at his aquiescence. She scrunches her face up, then shrugs, "Whatever," she tells him. Still leaning against the fence of the courtyard, she turns her eyes back onto the temple square itself, adding to Azog, "Thanks."

Earlier that day, fliers had been posted: a competition between the mounted Daeusites, and the giantblooded of Angoron. The Angorites did not bring their horses. The two were to meet in Kor's battlegrounds for sacred competition...and as all such things must end, for sacred boasting, and tale-telling afterwards.

And from the direction of Kor's temple, the sacred sound of metal-hitting-metal is heard, too.

In the courtyard and across the way, Svarshan relaxes at Azog's nod. And he glances up at Srassha, then, and opens his mouth... and can find not a word. Apples. He closes his muzzle again, and quietly chokes over what words he might say.

Srassha, for her part, noisomely slurps the rest of the blood from her muzzle. It leaves a smear behind. Like lipstick. Princess lipstick.

Azog watches the Swiftclaw thoughtfully, casually wary as with things he feels are wilder than he's normally used to. Not that domestication is a virtue, but some things are more domesticated than others. And swiftclaws are not very domesticated in his experience. He grunts at Sandy's offer of thanks, bowing his head respectfully, turning to peer at Svarshan as he searches for words. Well, the two cultures are so far apart .... in some ways. "I think we all have much to learn from one another. But when we know ... then what? Life will be strange."

Constantin strides into the square, a bounce in his step, a cocky grin on his face. He's in city clothes, so he's got a nice jacket and trouser combination going. He saunters along, slowing when he sees the swiftclaw: "Fabulous!"

"Yeah, well. Life is infinitely stranger than I thought it was, I can tell you that for sure. There was a time when I didn't... couldn't have dreamed of the way my life was going to go. But it did, and that's all there is to it. The possibilities of life are endless. Well. Until you get to the end, anyways. And I'm told there's a lot more possibilites of unlife. Most of which aren't pleasent, but there you have it. Let's take Svar, for example. His after life is likely to consist of a jungle, lots of female Sith, and a Jungle Princess."

Srassha straightens at the new arrival. She turns a bit this way and that, so the sun catches her just-so, so the light glitters against the silver along her mecate. The 'lipstick' gives her an odd look, like a child had started to dress her in makeup and ribbons, and then tired of the job. Beside her, Svarshan reaches up to scratch at her muzzle, a half-smile across his features.

"Yes," he tells Sandy as he scratches, perhaps to confuse her further, and then nods to Azog. "Ssome," he says, and pauses. "But better sstrange." And he reaches up and hooks a claw just above the bosal's knot. "The /beer/ is better," he clarifies. And then lifts his chin to the well-dressed swordsman. And his eyes narrow thoughtfully, briefly.

"Emir?" he asks, in confusion. Except, no: this version makes more /sense/. ...

And he has yet to break out into singing refrain.

Emir has arrived.

<Meet> Emir joins Sandy.

Constantin smiles broadly towards Ssrasha. "You /are/ a pretty swiftclaw, aren't you. I'm sure you're well loved."

Azog shrugs to Svarshan about having better beer, then nods at what Sandy says about life being strange. This is so," he agrees. Azog offers a farewell to Sandy and Svarshan. "I did not come to watch the battle," he says of the competition, "but to ask the seers at the Temple of the White Disc," he uses the Yrch term for Eluna, whose temple is closeby, "what they thought of speaking with spirits. I was not aware that sometimes they -can- be heard, for those who have the way of listening. I must go and think on this for a while. Fare well." Alas, he only has a chance to nod briefly to the other fellow before he climbs on his horse and rides off.

Azog has disconnected.

Svarshan watches the smiling one a while, but Srassha...the swiftclaw lifts her head as she gazes upon Constantin. Intelligent, she seems to say. The only intelligent one in the world. And, blessed, humble follower.

She lowers her head so it might be scritched appropriately.

Princess.

And the movement has the sith rubbing at his jaw, and pinching the top of it with his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Constantin reaches out to pat the muzzle, grinning. He looks over towards Svarshan, "And who is your follower, Princess?" Blinkblink. He's practically dimpling with amusement. Its light, though, his tone anything but mean-spirited.

Kathryn has arrived.

<Meet> Kathryn joins Sandy.

"Never seen someone understand Srassha so quickly!" Sandy says in the most innocent of expressions as Constantin speaks to Srassha. Then she reaches into her pouch, produces a little colored hard candy and throws it directly at Svarhhan's head. Because of the heat, though, it just hits his scales and then sticks to him.

"Mrmmmngle," Svarshan gets out. And, "Rrrnunggle," he says. Svarshan glances up at the swift...who poses. Prettily. And he screws his eyes shut again. And there's candy stuck to his nose, too, but such is his day that he's just not going to notice.

And of course, the swiftclaw reaches out and pat-pat-pats Constantin on the head in grandiose, noble fashion before--her rider grasps the mecate, and, "It issss time for the Princess to--"

Yank, yank. No!

"--have her pretty armor polished," he amends that, and her eyes brighten as twin, generous stars. Svarshan nods to them both before leaing her away, a spring to her step and bounce to a walk that's all but ridiculous on such a tall reptile.

But. She is going to look GORGEOUS.

More gorgeous.

She is convinced.

Svarshan goes OOC.

[[Category: Logs]]

Recent Logs

2012-07-31T03:02:46Z

Darshan: /* Our Logs */

Social: Cabin in the Woods

2011-10-20T22:59:44Z

Darshan:

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The trees are increasing in number and density, moss covered rocks can be seen along
the way, offering places to rest and camp for the night. The scent of pine blends with
the deep rich scent of the earth and paths break off the main road trailing in several
directions.

Further off into the forest, it seems like night has fallen. Only it stays this way all day
and night. Old trees crowd together, making it seem almost impossible to pass through.
Darting in between the trees, animals can be seen, dark furred creatures gliding in and
out of the trees as travelers move on.

OOC: At this point you are about a days travel from the city. Going further into the
Deep Forest brings you to two days away from the city.

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Alteri Eldanar fighter; dark hair, pale eyes, shit luck. 3s 1h
Svarshan Be a brightscale! Chomp a demon! 0s 1d
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Deep Forest <NW> Druid Grove <DG> Eldwyn Road <S>
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It's Korday, Rhaltaas 20 13:45:52 1013. The full moon isn't up. The tide is high and ebbing.

Everything is grey, veiled by mist. It's chilly and the air feels damp. There is no wind.
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It is that time of day, when animals have done their foraging and found nooks to nap in. Birds nestle against the boughs of sturdy evergreen oaks, heads tucked under their wings. Little disturbs the grey, misty afternoon, and the sun's rays feel distant, weakened by the turning of the seasons. Nearby, a stream burbles gently, more deep than wide, it has cut a path through softer rock over the millennia, doing its best to sparkle with what light that does reach it.

Drifting through the quiet, a soft whistling tune is heard. Laced with a depth of yearning and sorrowed memories, it floats in the still air, hanging. If one is to follow the sound, the damp mists will part, revealing a figure clad in the monochromes of dark and shadow. She too, has found a spot to nestle under one of the mighty oaks. Heavy branches sway and dip in the stream, a benediction of life despite all that Ea has seen.

"..." *grunt* Svarshan trudges into the small grove of peace, a bundle of sticks over one broad shoulder. He walks heavily, though steadily, his tail out behind him like a weighted balance. At the center of the grove, he drops the sticks--they clatter, bouncing once against the fall-hardened ground. And then he looks at Alteri, a silent: one has brought the firewood. He doesn't bother with words.

The melody, a Sendoran folk's song of lost love, ceases as sounds of the makar's arrival grow louder. A small bird chirps a protest at having the song end, but settles back down with a huffed chirrup. Surprised to find a visiter, more so that it is a Sunblade, Alteri flows to her feet, hurriedly brushing away any brightness that might have lingered around her pale eyes.

Those eyes drop to the firewood Svar has brought, and they widen. Swiftly moving to greet the Sith'makar, the Eldanar drops in a low and respectful bow, "You honour us with your peaceful gift, Sunblade." Straightening, two leaves are seen fluttering out of her hands to settle like boats on the stream's surface, paired travellers on the path to life. It appears that had been what she was playing the tune on, a leaf whistle.

Glancing up to the higher ground, where shadows of a half-built cottage meet grey with the grey of the auntum ground, Alteri gestures in invitation, "I fear my hospitality shall be as incomplete as my roof, but pray, come warm your peace at my hearth."

He opens his muzzle, but closes it, and eyes her, eyes dark as a pair of coals. Smoke drifts faintly from the lava-lines between his scales, and he bends, lifts the firewood with a, "You still talk too much."

And followed by a: "Where do you want this?" He doesn't appear much for chatter, just eyes her as though waiting for a reply. The teeth at his necklace clatter, their tips stained in blood that will never quite wash away.

Though reddened at the edges, the corners of Alteri's eyes crinkle just a smidge. "A failing of my race." Nodding, she adds, "Inside," in regards to where the firewood goes. This is said with a touch of humour, for as they approach, it is obvious that only three of the 4 walls have been completed. Meticulously stacked stones, smoothed by countless years of rushing water, packed tightly with mortar. Noble she may sound, this Highborn still seems more comfortable in solutide, away from crowds and perhaps, lynch mobs. The fourth wall, the front, has no door, just a tightly lashed sailcloth to help keep rain out. This, Alteri unties to offer easier passage to the larger Sith'makar. A whuffle comes through the door by the fireplace, revealing where the small stables have been built. Clever. Having the living area and the stables on either side of the hearth to keep both mistress and mount warm in the coming months.

"Every race has its failings," he growls generously, though it comes with a warm sort of humor that says he's pushing, as a sith'makar is prone to push. He slows as they near, and sniffs the air, its flavor tinged with cold. Smoke curls from his muzzle in response, and he lets out a sigh before trudging inwards...and dropping the sticks unceremoniously near the fireplace.

"They will need food," of the mount. Suddenly, and out of the blue.

Alteri makes a low sound of agreement, "Humans more so than most." She looks thoughtfully up at the newly stuffed rafters, the straw so painfully clean, for now, "At times I feel the gods placed all capacity for greatness and evil within us to truly test these, the most youthful of the races." she muses, then blinks, "Pardon, I do talk too much."

A sturdy cupboard has been set next to the fireplace. The bottom segment she opens, revealing a modest store of wood. One imagines more must be stacked elsewhere, this is hardly enough to last a few days. "Tea?" she offers, "I met a Xian merchant with a fresh store of fermented leaves. Mistress Greyfeather did enjoy it." At Svarshan's sudden rejoinder, the Highborn pauses in her efforts at hospitality, "They will. I'm expecting the bales delivered later today." Perhaps why she is here and not at the Guild looking for more work.

Rugs lie scattered about the freshly varnished floorboards. Thick and deep, the bounty of years of hunting for her table, they offer makar feet a respite from the cold, hardpacked ground outside.

He stands there heavily in the midst of the half-finished cottage. His shoulders are broad and his countenance is quiet, content out here in the wilderness and away from the City. Still... he turns his muzzle halfway, and eyes her with eyes that are coal-black and dark and without blinking.

"...there is a ssssmall khazad mining village. They are not-so-large, but would have stones-for-building. ...and there isss a farmer, who may have exssstra grain, asss well. They are not City-bound." And then after that, a pause of some kind and an unspoken and unasked question if she will make use of the opportunity and meet her new neighbors, or continue relying on the resources of Alexandria.

Which is not a bad choice.

He scratches at his jaw with the claw of his thumb, quietly. He watches Alteri in a way that isn't unfriendly--quiet, warm, but at odds with the abruptness of the words, and the teeth hanging from his neck.

He smells of brimstone.

"Saaa. Yess." And another, awkward pause: "Thank you."

A large water barrel sits on the other side of the hearth. One fancies it will use the hearth's fire to keep water unfrozen throughout the winter. Looking rather odd as she bustles and tries to be domestic, Alteri gets a pot filled and hooked over the fire she has poked back into life. The shelves above the woodstore are revealed with a tug of handle, retrieving cups for the two of them, she tries not to feel nervous under the elder Sith's unblinking look. A youth, trying to show she has not been idle since being released from the Watch's cells. Pausing, she considers, "I... had not explored that far." Her lips twitch and that dark head dips into a smaller bow of thanks, "I shall have to speak with them. Stupid gets bored with the same grain." A sad excuse for not wanting to stress Alexandria's resources, but one she'll work with.

"...yes. Ssshhee iss a good mare." The word and phrasing is simple, but warmly spoken. He gives his heavy frame a shake, as though waking it up, but the movement is sluggish, like trying to move a great weight that wishes to rest. He looks across at her. "...the winter. Will be harsssh. You will come and visssit if there is...trouble." It is not a question, and the look stays just that, quiet and unblinking. Reptilian.

A small flash of defiance greets Svarshan's not-question. The Highborn prides herself in being self-sufficient and troubling no one, yet, her time in the City has taught her much. Though her back remains proudly erect, she nods in quiet acquiescence. "My thanks, Sunblade." Then an impish look flashes across her usually sombre features for just a second, "You will come visit, too, if there is trouble." Fair is fair. She will help as he would help.

"...good." And, then he straightens slowly as though making an effort. A... "...it isss good to see another here. It isss a good place."

He pauses as though he might say something else, though shakes his head instead, awkward, and heads out into the woods and morning Sun.

[[Category:Logs]]

Social: Cabin in the Woods

2011-10-20T22:57:37Z

Darshan: Created page with "<font face="mono"> -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-<* Light Woods *>--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- The trees are increasing in number and density, moss covered rocks can..."

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The trees are increasing in number and density, moss covered rocks can be seen along the way, offering places to rest and camp for the night. The scent of pine blends with the deep rich scent of the earth and paths break off the main road trailing in several directions.

Further off into the forest, it seems like night has fallen. Only it stays this way all day and night. Old trees crowd together, making it seem almost impossible to pass through.. Darting in between the trees, animals can be seen, dark furred creatures gliding in and out of the trees as travelers move on.

OOC: At this point you are about a days travel from the city. Going further into the Deep Forest brings you to two days away from the city.

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Alteri Eldanar fighter; dark hair, pale eyes, shit luck. 3s 1h
Svarshan Be a brightscale! Chomp a demon! 0s 1d
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Deep Forest <NW> Druid Grove <DG> Eldwyn Road <S>
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It's Korday, Rhaltaas 20 13:45:52 1013. The full moon isn't up. The tide is high and ebbing.

Everything is grey, veiled by mist. It's chilly and the air feels damp. There is no wind.
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It is that time of day, when animals have done their foraging and found nooks to nap in. Birds nestle against the boughs of sturdy evergreen oaks, heads tucked under their wings. Little disturbs the grey, misty afternoon, and the sun's rays feel distant, weakened by the turning of the seasons. Nearby, a stream burbles gently, more deep than wide, it has cut a path through softer rock over the millennia, doing its best to sparkle with what light that does reach it.

Drifting through the quiet, a soft whistling tune is heard. Laced with a depth of yearning and sorrowed memories, it floats in the still air, hanging. If one is to follow the sound, the damp mists will part, revealing a figure clad in the monochromes of dark and shadow. She too, has found a spot to nestle under one of the mighty oaks. Heavy branches sway and dip in the stream, a benediction of life despite all that Ea has seen.

"..." *grunt* Svarshan trudges into the small grove of peace, a bundle of sticks over one broad shoulder. He walks heavily, though steadily, his tail out behind him like a weighted balance. At the center of the grove, he drops the sticks--they clatter, bouncing once against the fall-hardened ground. And then he looks at Alteri, a silent: one has brought the firewood. He doesn't bother with words.

The melody, a Sendoran folk's song of lost love, ceases as sounds of the makar's arrival grow louder. A small bird chirps a protest at having the song end, but settles back down with a huffed chirrup. Surprised to find a visiter, more so that it is a Sunblade, Alteri flows to her feet, hurriedly brushing away any brightness that might have lingered around her pale eyes.

Those eyes drop to the firewood Svar has brought, and they widen. Swiftly moving to greet the Sith'makar, the Eldanar drops in a low and respectful bow, "You honour us with your peaceful gift, Sunblade." Straightening, two leaves are seen fluttering out of her hands to settle like boats on the stream's surface, paired travellers on the path to life. It appears that had been what she was playing the tune on, a leaf whistle.

Glancing up to the higher ground, where shadows of a half-built cottage meet grey with the grey of the auntum ground, Alteri gestures in invitation, "I fear my hospitality shall be as incomplete as my roof, but pray, come warm your peace at my hearth."

He opens his muzzle, but closes it, and eyes her, eyes dark as a pair of coals. Smoke drifts faintly from the lava-lines between his scales, and he bends, lifts the firewood with a, "You still talk too much."

And followed by a: "Where do you want this?" He doesn't appear much for chatter, just eyes her as though waiting for a reply. The teeth at his necklace clatter, their tips stained in blood that will never quite wash away.

Though reddened at the edges, the corners of Alteri's eyes crinkle just a smidge. "A failing of my race." Nodding, she adds, "Inside," in regards to where the firewood goes. This is said with a touch of humour, for as they approach, it is obvious that only three of the 4 walls have been completed. Meticulously stacked stones, smoothed by countless years of rushing water, packed tightly with mortar. Noble she may sound, this Highborn still seems more comfortable in solutide, away from crowds and perhaps, lynch mobs. The fourth wall, the front, has no door, just a tightly lashed sailcloth to help keep rain out. This, Alteri unties to offer easier passage to the larger Sith'makar. A whuffle comes through the door by the fireplace, revealing where the small stables have been built. Clever. Having the living area and the stables on either side of the hearth to keep both mistress and mount warm in the coming months.

"Every race has its failings," he growls generously, though it comes with a warm sort of humor that says he's pushing, as a sith'makar is prone to push. He slows as they near, and sniffs the air, its flavor tinged with cold. Smoke curls from his muzzle in response, and he lets out a sigh before trudging inwards...and dropping the sticks unceremoniously near the fireplace.

"They will need food," of the mount. Suddenly, and out of the blue.

Alteri makes a low sound of agreement, "Humans more so than most." She looks thoughtfully up at the newly stuffed rafters, the straw so painfully clean, for now, "At times I feel the gods placed all capacity for greatness and evil within us to truly test these, the most youthful of the races." she muses, then blinks, "Pardon, I do talk too much."

A sturdy cupboard has been set next to the fireplace. The bottom segment she opens, revealing a modest store of wood. One imagines more must be stacked elsewhere, this is hardly enough to last a few days. "Tea?" she offers, "I met a Xian merchant with a fresh store of fermented leaves. Mistress Greyfeather did enjoy it." At Svarshan's sudden rejoinder, the Highborn pauses in her efforts at hospitality, "They will. I'm expecting the bales delivered later today." Perhaps why she is here and not at the Guild looking for more work.

Rugs lie scattered about the freshly varnished floorboards. Thick and deep, the bounty of years of hunting for her table, they offer makar feet a respite from the cold, hardpacked ground outside.

He stands there heavily in the midst of the half-finished cottage. His shoulders are broad and his countenance is quiet, content out here in the wilderness and away from the City. Still... he turns his muzzle halfway, and eyes her with eyes that are coal-black and dark and without blinking.

"...there is a ssssmall khazad mining village. They are not-so-large, but would have stones-for-building. ...and there isss a farmer, who may have exssstra grain, asss well. They are not City-bound." And then after that, a pause of some kind and an unspoken and unasked question if she will make use of the opportunity and meet her new neighbors, or continue relying on the resources of Alexandria.

Which is not a bad choice.

He scratches at his jaw with the claw of his thumb, quietly. He watches Alteri in a way that isn't unfriendly--quiet, warm, but at odds with the abruptness of the words, and the teeth hanging from his neck.

He smells of brimstone.

"Saaa. Yess." And another, awkward pause: "Thank you."

A large water barrel sits on the other side of the hearth. One fancies it will use the hearth's fire to keep water unfrozen throughout the winter. Looking rather odd as she bustles and tries to be domestic, Alteri gets a pot filled and hooked over the fire she has poked back into life. The shelves above the woodstore are revealed with a tug of handle, retrieving cups for the two of them, she tries not to feel nervous under the elder Sith's unblinking look. A youth, trying to show she has not been idle since being released from the Watch's cells. Pausing, she considers, "I... had not explored that far." Her lips twitch and that dark head dips into a smaller bow of thanks, "I shall have to speak with them. Stupid gets bored with the same grain." A sad excuse for not wanting to stress Alexandria's resources, but one she'll work with.

"...yes. Ssshhee iss a good mare." The word and phrasing is simple, but warmly spoken. He gives his heavy frame a shake, as though waking it up, but the movement is sluggish, like trying to move a great weight that wishes to rest. He looks across at her. "...the winter. Will be harsssh. You will come and visssit if there is...trouble." It is not a question, and the look stays just that, quiet and unblinking. Reptilian.

A small flash of defiance greets Svarshan's not-question. The Highborn prides herself in being self-sufficient and troubling no one, yet, her time in the City has taught her much. Though her back remains proudly erect, she nods in quiet acquiescence. "My thanks, Sunblade." Then an impish look flashes across her usually sombre features for just a second, "You will come visit, too, if there is trouble." Fair is fair. She will help as he would help.

"...good." And, then he straightens slowly as though making an effort. A... "...it isss good to see another here. It isss a good place."

He pauses as though he might say something else, though shakes his head instead, awkward, and heads out into the woods and morning Sun.

[[Category:Logs]]

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2011-10-20T22:56:31Z

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2011-10-20T22:53:57Z

Darshan: /* Our Logs */

Ormarr

2011-10-06T02:58:39Z

Darshan:

[[image:Red_tailed_hawk_9.jpg|center]]

Ormarr is a shaman of the [[oruch|Drum Reaver]] clan. He's often seen in the company of beasts such as horses, [http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Red-tailed_hawk/id hawks], and other wild beasts.

[[Category:Player]]

Ormarr

2011-10-06T02:58:13Z

Darshan:

[[image:Red_tailed_hawk_9.jpg|center]]

Ormarr is a shaman of the Drum Reaver clan. He's often seen in the company of beasts such as horses, [http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Red-tailed_hawk/id hawks], and other wild beasts.

[[Category:Player]]

Ormarr

2011-10-06T02:57:50Z

Darshan:

[[image:Red_tailed_hawk_9.jpg|center]]

Ormarr is a shaman of the Drum Reaver clan. He's often seen in the company of beasts such as horses, hawks, and other wild beasts.

[[Category:Player]]

File:Red tailed hawk 9.jpg

2011-10-06T02:56:59Z

Darshan:

Ormarr

2011-10-06T02:56:25Z

Darshan: Created page with "Ormarr is a shaman of the Drum Reaver clan. He's often seen in the company of beasts such as horses, hawks, and other wild beasts.Category:Player"

Ormarr is a shaman of the Drum Reaver clan. He's often seen in the company of beasts such as horses, hawks, and other wild beasts.[[Category:Player]]

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2011-10-06T02:55:22Z

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2011-10-06T02:55:05Z

2011-07-24T18:05:20Z

Darshan:

Smells of all sorts assail your nostrils as you leave the street and enter the herbalist's shop.

<pre>
-=--=--=--=--=--=--=<* Lady Alyssan's Herbs and Spices *>-=--=--=--=--=--=--=-

Though ownership of this shop has changed hands several times, its original founder was a famous aged druidess who managed to gain accolades among the nobles and entrepeneurs of the local community. Stepping into this shop is the olfactory equivalent of a hammer blow to the back of the head. The individual scents are not unpleasant, and indeed many are enticingly sweet or spicy, but the mixture and intensity is so heavy that it verges on the overwhelming.

It is cozy in here, small and furnished more like a modest sitting room rather than a place of business. On the dark hardwood floor is a claw-foot sofa upholstered with soft, slightly worn overstuffed dark green velvet facing a matching armchair as well as a few graceful floor lamps with shades shaped like morning glory blossoms, stitched together from emerald jacquard fabric and trimmed with long ivory fringe. The walls are lined with shelves populated with huge glass jars stuffed with dried herbs, powders and seeds. Careful, hand-scribed labels are affixed to these containers, often accompanied by a watercolor illustration of the appropriate plant. A glass-fronted counter at the back of the shop shows off other items such as mortars and pestles, muslin bags and wooden boxes.

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Svarshan Be a brightscale! Chomp a demon! 0s 5d
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Out <O>
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Kama'o has arrived.

<Meet> Kama'o joins you.

<pre>
------------ At a glance around Lady Alyssan's Herbs and Spices ------------
Kama'o 16s 5'7" 140 Lb Eaglefolk Female
Older Egalrin female, greyish-brown in color.

Svarshan 0s 6'4" 274 Lb Sith'makar Male
Be a brightscale! Chomp a demon! </pre>

Rain swings down, sudden and swift. The chill it brings brushes against summer's heat. It falls not slowly but in a thick, moist sheet--coloring the scene outside the shop window a murky, uneven grey. The cozy interior and cinnamon smells stand at odds with the weather outside. One of the workers adjusts some knitting atop the backs of one of the chairs. A young woman, her hands move softly over the circles and loops of the half-finished scarf, and she looks up with a ready smile as the door--

"Elm. ...slipp..." Svarshan breaks off the words he'd been going to use, and scrubs at his jaw, the front of his neck. He wears the besodden clothes of Am'shere, slightly modified. And the scent of dried blood follows the cracks along his scales. Not fresh, just...well-set, a darker blood, akin to brimstone. "Something...I need...something for a poultice. List."

As if there weren't already enough scents in the herbarium, Kama'o adds to the stench by stepping inside. The water cascades off her own feathers not unlike it might off of a duck's back, but there is still the mild scent of wet bird. That pales, however, in comparison to the stench of wet dire wolf hide, which is what she appears to be wearing for armor. The Egalrin is carrying a spear, which she lazily flicks the water off of before fluffing up her feathers and shaking her head, getting rid of the last little bits of water.

"Lissst. Yess," the dragonkin's words lisp atop one another and mix with the rain. All the sudden the rain comes down again, and swift--a sheet of it cuts through the air as seen through the windows. For a moment, the smell of the City washes away, bringing it with a clean--

His shoulders relax somewhat, heavy and bowed as they are. And his hand goes to his side towards a heavy sash. "Lissst. Sunguard. Lisst." A Sunguard gave him a list. Of some sort, or some kind. Where rain drips from his scales, smoke rises--not much, though faint, indistinct. Barely there, as might a whisper be. "List. ...Elm. Elderflowers." Both of which might be used to soak a wound.

As he fishes for the list, which he proposes to have, the young aid takes a step back. She looks from the sith'makar to Kama'o, eyes slightly..."Oh." The muscles move visibly in her throat. Thought will come later.

Kama'o pauses, halfway through her shake, when she spots Darshan. Staring at him with one eye, she straightens up once again, then hisses, in Draconic, "Kama'o sees you, Dragon-brother." She either doesn't pay attention to or hasn't noticed the poor woman's aneurism.

Svarshan starts. He straightens, immediately, before his muzzle whips around and he stares at Kama'o hard. "...I see you," he says after a while in the same tongue, the words slow but coming more easily. His shoulders relax by degrees, and more drops of water fall to the floor. Others bake on his scales. "...saaa. One sees you, Feather-and-Wind." And then, because she appears to have taken him by surprise, he appears to have nothing else to add--considers words, and discards them.

"Do either of you need any help?" asks the young woman, her voice slightly higher now.

One of the Egalrin's large eyes fixes on the woman, and then a nictitating membrane slides across it. The Egalrin promptly switches back to Common. "Kama'o is looking for her sister-druids. Someone said you might know where they are. Kama'o needs to talk sense into them."

"I...the...oh, you mean the druids! Yes, I--"

"They are outside the City. North."

The woman looks at Svar at the interruption, and after a moment, nods her head in a way that says--you're rude, but you're the customer.

"North," Kama'o repeats, turning her head slightly so she can include Darshan in the gaze. "Thank you, Dragon-kin." For a moment, it looks for all the world as if she plans to step back out into the rain after that brief exchange, but her pupil suddenly changes size, and she pauses. "Is that...alerian root? From a swamp?"

"...I do not know," Svarshan says after a time. A trace of humor comes with it--the tightening of scales along one side of the face. "The names...they are different, so the Sunguard gave me words. He wrote them on a--" he breaks off then, having found the thing in his pockets that he'd sought. And he slaps it onto the counter with simple finality, an I-have-found-it. The young woman glances downwards at The List, and puts on her best smile. Curtsey.

"Why don't I go find these?" she suggests, and then flees to the back room.

Kama'o slowly approaches the jar containing the root, as if it might bite. "It -is-," she confirms. "I do not like to find this root. It is in low places." She prods the jar with a taloned, scaled hand that does not look too different from Darshan's, and eventually picks it up and sets it on the counter. Her feathers raise briefly, and she shakes them, sending up a puff of dust. "I think she is afraid of Dragon-kin," the Egalrin says. There are no human 'tells' to show she is joking, but her body language is telling Svarshan just that.

He snorts, and the smoke around him jumps with the gesture. Noises come from the other room--a thump, an opening of a jar. Footsteps. "Saaa. I think the TreeSpeaker is right." And then, "...I have not seen that...root. When I have seen it is thin, but..." a wry twist along the side of the muzzle that could be a smile. He looks towards the back, where the clinking sounds continue. "...green."

"Alerian root does not work as well when it is green." Kama'o seems completely relaxed as she fixes one large eye on him. "Here. You have some blood, just there. Let Kama'o get it." She fishes a slip of blue cloth out of a pouch and then puts it in her mouth, eyeing him all the while. Yes, she's totally going to try to scrub his scales with it.

Svarshan's heavy frame freezes, and he begins at first to relax. And then takes a step back, lowering his head and shaking it. "De--" he starts to say and closes his muzzle on the word. Slowly. "The rain will get it."

Probably the wrong thing to say.

"Here you go!" comes a voice, almost breathless. And then the young aid's hurrying into the room, carrying five...or six...jars.

Kama'o makes a cawing noise, and steps forward, insistently, holding the blue cloth out. "Do not be shy. Kama'o was wiping faces before your mother's mother laid eyes on your mother's father. She will get it." Aaaaaand...now he can probably place her. Matriarch of some sort, or perhaps grandmother, or... In other words, living terror of young people. For now, at least, her attentions are focused on Darshan and not on the clerk.

Clink. Clink. Clink. And then the rustle of cloth as another item's laid out. And then another. The smell of slippery elm, of other herbs related to infections, wounds, pain...touch the air around the counter as the young woman begins the best part of business...

Adding the tally.

Svarshan grimaces, and looks outwards towards the rain and the pouring outside. Escape is so close.

Kama'o does what she can to wipe the blood off, radiating pleasure...almost entirely nonverbally. It would seem that lizardfolk body language is not that different from her own. "There now. That is better, is it not? What -have- you been eating, anyway?" The old Egalrin tucks the cloth back into her pouch. "When you are done, I wish to have two of these roots. I have some mountain lace to trade." Mountain lace is rare, on account of not many people want to risk their lives climbing mountains to try to get it.

"...ssss. Demonsss..." he says, fending off the last of the spit-cloth. And a slow grump, more a thick, heady sigh comes from him as she tucks it away. And the store clerk looks up, and nods her head, a smile appearing now instead of the...whatever expression she'd worn previously. And then she looks at Svarshan and names a total.

Who blinks.

And says in the way of one descended from diplomats: "That is too much."

Kama'o looks between them, tilting her head first one direction, then the other. Then she bends her head down, and lifts her leg up, and scratches at her head with the talons on her feet. One of them is serrated slightly, and it's this that she uses to comb through the feathers. "You are trying to take advantage of this nice young man," she agrees with Darshan. Apparently she is similarly diplomatic. "What would your nana say?"

The young woman stares at them both. Her cheeks kind of...purple. "It's...it's a fair price!" she blurts.

"The Temple...has authorized only..." and he names a much lower price, Svarshan does. It has the same level of diplomacy to it, a: I was told to pay this much. I have no imagination. That is how much it is SUPPOSED to be.

...why is it not this much?

"Hmph." That sound should not be able to come out of Kama'o, but it does. "Not where I am from. I will come back for the root. I should go try to find my sister-druids." She bobs her head once, to Darshan--apparently the shopkeeper does not merit such treatment--and pushes the door open, heading back into the rain.

Kama'o goes OOC.

Kama'o has left.

[[Category:Logs]]

The Young Herbalist

2011-07-24T18:04:41Z

Darshan:

Smells of all sorts assail your nostrils as you leave the street and enter the herbalist's shop.

<nowiki>-=--=--=--=--=--=--=<* Lady Alyssan's Herbs and Spices *>-=--=--=--=--=--=--=-

Though ownership of this shop has changed hands several times, its original founder was a famous aged druidess who managed to gain accolades among the nobles and entrepeneurs of the local community. Stepping into this shop is the olfactory equivalent of a hammer blow to the back of the head. The individual scents are not unpleasant, and indeed many are enticingly sweet or spicy, but the mixture and intensity is so heavy that it verges on the overwhelming.

It is cozy in here, small and furnished more like a modest sitting room rather than a place of business. On the dark hardwood floor is a claw-foot sofa upholstered with soft, slightly worn overstuffed dark green velvet facing a matching armchair as well as a few graceful floor lamps with shades shaped like morning glory blossoms, stitched together from emerald jacquard fabric and trimmed with long ivory fringe. The walls are lined with shelves populated with huge glass jars stuffed with dried herbs, powders and seeds. Careful, hand-scribed labels are affixed to these containers, often accompanied by a watercolor illustration of the appropriate plant. A glass-fronted counter at the back of the shop shows off other items such as mortars and pestles, muslin bags and wooden boxes.

-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-- Contents --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-
Svarshan Be a brightscale! Chomp a demon! 0s 5d
-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--= Exits -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-
Out <O>
-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-</nowiki>

Kama'o has arrived.

<Meet> Kama'o joins you.

------------ At a glance around Lady Alyssan's Herbs and Spices ------------
Kama'o 16s 5'7" 140 Lb Eaglefolk Female
Older Egalrin female, greyish-brown in color.

Svarshan 0s 6'4" 274 Lb Sith'makar Male
Be a brightscale! Chomp a demon!

Rain swings down, sudden and swift. The chill it brings brushes against summer's heat. It falls not slowly but in a thick, moist sheet--coloring the scene outside the shop window a murky, uneven grey. The cozy interior and cinnamon smells stand at odds with the weather outside. One of the workers adjusts some knitting atop the backs of one of the chairs. A young woman, her hands move softly over the circles and loops of the half-finished scarf, and she looks up with a ready smile as the door--

"Elm. ...slipp..." Svarshan breaks off the words he'd been going to use, and scrubs at his jaw, the front of his neck. He wears the besodden clothes of Am'shere, slightly modified. And the scent of dried blood follows the cracks along his scales. Not fresh, just...well-set, a darker blood, akin to brimstone. "Something...I need...something for a poultice. List."

As if there weren't already enough scents in the herbarium, Kama'o adds to the stench by stepping inside. The water cascades off her own feathers not unlike it might off of a duck's back, but there is still the mild scent of wet bird. That pales, however, in comparison to the stench of wet dire wolf hide, which is what she appears to be wearing for armor. The Egalrin is carrying a spear, which she lazily flicks the water off of before fluffing up her feathers and shaking her head, getting rid of the last little bits of water.

"Lissst. Yess," the dragonkin's words lisp atop one another and mix with the rain. All the sudden the rain comes down again, and swift--a sheet of it cuts through the air as seen through the windows. For a moment, the smell of the City washes away, bringing it with a clean--

His shoulders relax somewhat, heavy and bowed as they are. And his hand goes to his side towards a heavy sash. "Lissst. Sunguard. Lisst." A Sunguard gave him a list. Of some sort, or some kind. Where rain drips from his scales, smoke rises--not much, though faint, indistinct. Barely there, as might a whisper be. "List. ...Elm. Elderflowers." Both of which might be used to soak a wound.

As he fishes for the list, which he proposes to have, the young aid takes a step back. She looks from the sith'makar to Kama'o, eyes slightly..."Oh." The muscles move visibly in her throat. Thought will come later.

Kama'o pauses, halfway through her shake, when she spots Darshan. Staring at him with one eye, she straightens up once again, then hisses, in Draconic, "Kama'o sees you, Dragon-brother." She either doesn't pay attention to or hasn't noticed the poor woman's aneurism.

Svarshan starts. He straightens, immediately, before his muzzle whips around and he stares at Kama'o hard. "...I see you," he says after a while in the same tongue, the words slow but coming more easily. His shoulders relax by degrees, and more drops of water fall to the floor. Others bake on his scales. "...saaa. One sees you, Feather-and-Wind." And then, because she appears to have taken him by surprise, he appears to have nothing else to add--considers words, and discards them.

"Do either of you need any help?" asks the young woman, her voice slightly higher now.

One of the Egalrin's large eyes fixes on the woman, and then a nictitating membrane slides across it. The Egalrin promptly switches back to Common. "Kama'o is looking for her sister-druids. Someone said you might know where they are. Kama'o needs to talk sense into them."

"I...the...oh, you mean the druids! Yes, I--"

"They are outside the City. North."

The woman looks at Svar at the interruption, and after a moment, nods her head in a way that says--you're rude, but you're the customer.

"North," Kama'o repeats, turning her head slightly so she can include Darshan in the gaze. "Thank you, Dragon-kin." For a moment, it looks for all the world as if she plans to step back out into the rain after that brief exchange, but her pupil suddenly changes size, and she pauses. "Is that...alerian root? From a swamp?"

"...I do not know," Svarshan says after a time. A trace of humor comes with it--the tightening of scales along one side of the face. "The names...they are different, so the Sunguard gave me words. He wrote them on a--" he breaks off then, having found the thing in his pockets that he'd sought. And he slaps it onto the counter with simple finality, an I-have-found-it. The young woman glances downwards at The List, and puts on her best smile. Curtsey.

"Why don't I go find these?" she suggests, and then flees to the back room.

Kama'o slowly approaches the jar containing the root, as if it might bite. "It -is-," she confirms. "I do not like to find this root. It is in low places." She prods the jar with a taloned, scaled hand that does not look too different from Darshan's, and eventually picks it up and sets it on the counter. Her feathers raise briefly, and she shakes them, sending up a puff of dust. "I think she is afraid of Dragon-kin," the Egalrin says. There are no human 'tells' to show she is joking, but her body language is telling Svarshan just that.

He snorts, and the smoke around him jumps with the gesture. Noises come from the other room--a thump, an opening of a jar. Footsteps. "Saaa. I think the TreeSpeaker is right." And then, "...I have not seen that...root. When I have seen it is thin, but..." a wry twist along the side of the muzzle that could be a smile. He looks towards the back, where the clinking sounds continue. "...green."

"Alerian root does not work as well when it is green." Kama'o seems completely relaxed as she fixes one large eye on him. "Here. You have some blood, just there. Let Kama'o get it." She fishes a slip of blue cloth out of a pouch and then puts it in her mouth, eyeing him all the while. Yes, she's totally going to try to scrub his scales with it.

Svarshan's heavy frame freezes, and he begins at first to relax. And then takes a step back, lowering his head and shaking it. "De--" he starts to say and closes his muzzle on the word. Slowly. "The rain will get it."

Probably the wrong thing to say.

"Here you go!" comes a voice, almost breathless. And then the young aid's hurrying into the room, carrying five...or six...jars.

Kama'o makes a cawing noise, and steps forward, insistently, holding the blue cloth out. "Do not be shy. Kama'o was wiping faces before your mother's mother laid eyes on your mother's father. She will get it." Aaaaaand...now he can probably place her. Matriarch of some sort, or perhaps grandmother, or... In other words, living terror of young people. For now, at least, her attentions are focused on Darshan and not on the clerk.

Clink. Clink. Clink. And then the rustle of cloth as another item's laid out. And then another. The smell of slippery elm, of other herbs related to infections, wounds, pain...touch the air around the counter as the young woman begins the best part of business...

Adding the tally.

Svarshan grimaces, and looks outwards towards the rain and the pouring outside. Escape is so close.

Kama'o does what she can to wipe the blood off, radiating pleasure...almost entirely nonverbally. It would seem that lizardfolk body language is not that different from her own. "There now. That is better, is it not? What -have- you been eating, anyway?" The old Egalrin tucks the cloth back into her pouch. "When you are done, I wish to have two of these roots. I have some mountain lace to trade." Mountain lace is rare, on account of not many people want to risk their lives climbing mountains to try to get it.

"...ssss. Demonsss..." he says, fending off the last of the spit-cloth. And a slow grump, more a thick, heady sigh comes from him as she tucks it away. And the store clerk looks up, and nods her head, a smile appearing now instead of the...whatever expression she'd worn previously. And then she looks at Svarshan and names a total.

Who blinks.

And says in the way of one descended from diplomats: "That is too much."

Kama'o looks between them, tilting her head first one direction, then the other. Then she bends her head down, and lifts her leg up, and scratches at her head with the talons on her feet. One of them is serrated slightly, and it's this that she uses to comb through the feathers. "You are trying to take advantage of this nice young man," she agrees with Darshan. Apparently she is similarly diplomatic. "What would your nana say?"

The young woman stares at them both. Her cheeks kind of...purple. "It's...it's a fair price!" she blurts.

"The Temple...has authorized only..." and he names a much lower price, Svarshan does. It has the same level of diplomacy to it, a: I was told to pay this much. I have no imagination. That is how much it is SUPPOSED to be.

...why is it not this much?

"Hmph." That sound should not be able to come out of Kama'o, but it does. "Not where I am from. I will come back for the root. I should go try to find my sister-druids." She bobs her head once, to Darshan--apparently the shopkeeper does not merit such treatment--and pushes the door open, heading back into the rain.

Kama'o goes OOC.

Kama'o has left.

[[Category:Logs]]

The Young Herbalist

2011-07-24T18:02:35Z

Darshan: Created page with "Smells of all sorts assail your nostrils as you leave the street and enter the herbalist's shop. -=--=--=--=--=--=--=<* Lady Alyssan's Herbs and Spices *>-=--=--=--=--=--=--=-..."

Smells of all sorts assail your nostrils as you leave the street and enter the herbalist's shop.

-=--=--=--=--=--=--=<* Lady Alyssan's Herbs and Spices *>-=--=--=--=--=--=--=-

Though ownership of this shop has changed hands several times, its original founder was a famous aged druidess who managed to gain accolades among the nobles and entrepeneurs of the local community. Stepping into this shop is the olfactory equivalent of a hammer blow to the back of the head. The individual scents are not unpleasant, and indeed many are enticingly sweet or spicy, but the mixture and intensity is so heavy that it verges on the overwhelming.

It is cozy in here, small and furnished more like a modest sitting room rather than a place of business. On the dark hardwood floor is a claw-foot sofa upholstered with soft, slightly worn overstuffed dark green velvet facing a matching armchair as well as a few graceful floor lamps with shades shaped like morning glory blossoms, stitched together from emerald jacquard fabric and trimmed with long ivory fringe. The walls are lined with shelves populated with huge glass jars stuffed with dried herbs, powders and seeds. Careful, hand-scribed labels are affixed to these containers, often accompanied by a watercolor illustration of the appropriate plant. A glass-fronted counter at the back of the shop shows off other items such as mortars and pestles, muslin bags and wooden boxes.

-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-- Contents --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-

Svarshan Be a brightscale! Chomp a demon! 0s 5d

-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--= Exits -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-

Out <O>

-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-

Kama'o has arrived.

<Meet> Kama'o joins you.

------------ At a glance around Lady Alyssan's Herbs and Spices ------------

Kama'o 16s 5'7" 140 Lb Eaglefolk Female

Older Egalrin female, greyish-brown in color.

Svarshan 0s 6'4" 274 Lb Sith'makar Male

Be a brightscale! Chomp a demon!

==============================================================================

Rain swings down, sudden and swift. The chill it brings brushes against summer's heat. It falls not slowly but in a thick, moist sheet--coloring the scene outside the shop window a murky, uneven grey. The cozy interior and cinnamon smells stand at odds with the weather outside. One of the workers adjusts some knitting atop the backs of one of the chairs. A young woman, her hands move softly over the circles and loops of the half-finished scarf, and she looks up with a ready smile as the door--

"Elm. ...slipp..." Svarshan breaks off the words he'd been going to use, and scrubs at his jaw, the front of his neck. He wears the besodden clothes of Am'shere, slightly modified. And the scent of dried blood follows the cracks along his scales. Not fresh, just...well-set, a darker blood, akin to brimstone. "Something...I need...something for a poultice. List."

As if there weren't already enough scents in the herbarium, Kama'o adds to the stench by stepping inside. The water cascades off her own feathers not unlike it might off of a duck's back, but there is still the mild scent of wet bird. That pales, however, in comparison to the stench of wet dire wolf hide, which is what she appears to be wearing for armor. The Egalrin is carrying a spear, which she lazily flicks the water off of before fluffing up her feathers and shaking her head, getting rid of the last little bits of water.

"Lissst. Yess," the dragonkin's words lisp atop one another and mix with the rain. All the sudden the rain comes down again, and swift--a sheet of it cuts through the air as seen through the windows. For a moment, the smell of the City washes away, bringing it with a clean--

His shoulders relax somewhat, heavy and bowed as they are. And his hand goes to his side towards a heavy sash. "Lissst. Sunguard. Lisst." A Sunguard gave him a list. Of some sort, or some kind. Where rain drips from his scales, smoke rises--not much, though faint, indistinct. Barely there, as might a whisper be. "List. ...Elm. Elderflowers." Both of which might be used to soak a wound.

As he fishes for the list, which he proposes to have, the young aid takes a step back. She looks from the sith'makar to Kama'o, eyes slightly..."Oh." The muscles move visibly in her throat. Thought will come later.

Kama'o pauses, halfway through her shake, when she spots Darshan. Staring at him with one eye, she straightens up once again, then hisses, in Draconic, "Kama'o sees you, Dragon-brother." She either doesn't pay attention to or hasn't noticed the poor woman's aneurism.

Svarshan starts. He straightens, immediately, before his muzzle whips around and he stares at Kama'o hard. "...I see you," he says after a while in the same tongue, the words slow but coming more easily. His shoulders relax by degrees, and more drops of water fall to the floor. Others bake on his scales. "...saaa. One sees you, Feather-and-Wind." And then, because she appears to have taken him by surprise, he appears to have nothing else to add--considers words, and discards them.

"Do either of you need any help?" asks the young woman, her voice slightly higher now.

One of the Egalrin's large eyes fixes on the woman, and then a nictitating membrane slides across it. The Egalrin promptly switches back to Common. "Kama'o is looking for her sister-druids. Someone said you might know where they are. Kama'o needs to talk sense into them."

"I...the...oh, you mean the druids! Yes, I--"

"They are outside the City. North."

The woman looks at Svar at the interruption, and after a moment, nods her head in a way that says--you're rude, but you're the customer.

"North," Kama'o repeats, turning her head slightly so she can include Darshan in the gaze. "Thank you, Dragon-kin." For a moment, it looks for all the world as if she plans to step back out into the rain after that brief exchange, but her pupil suddenly changes size, and she pauses. "Is that...alerian root? From a swamp?"

+ Kama'o is STARING at you! +

"...I do not know," Svarshan says after a time. A trace of humor comes with it--the tightening of scales along one side of the face. "The names...they are different, so the Sunguard gave me words. He wrote them on a--" he breaks off then, having found the thing in his pockets that he'd sought. And he slaps it onto the counter with simple finality, an I-have-found-it. The young woman glances downwards at The List, and puts on her best smile. Curtsey.

"Why don't I go find these?" she suggests, and then flees to the back room.

Kama'o slowly approaches the jar containing the root, as if it might bite. "It -is-," she confirms. "I do not like to find this root. It is in low places." She prods the jar with a taloned, scaled hand that does not look too different from Darshan's, and eventually picks it up and sets it on the counter. Her feathers raise briefly, and she shakes them, sending up a puff of dust. "I think she is afraid of Dragon-kin," the Egalrin says. There are no human 'tells' to show she is joking, but her body language is telling Svarshan just that.

He snorts, and the smoke around him jumps with the gesture. Noises come from the other room--a thump, an opening of a jar. Footsteps. "Saaa. I think the TreeSpeaker is right." And then, "...I have not seen that...root. When I have seen it is thin, but..." a wry twist along the side of the muzzle that could be a smile. He looks towards the back, where the clinking sounds continue. "...green."

"Alerian root does not work as well when it is green." Kama'o seems completely relaxed as she fixes one large eye on him. "Here. You have some blood, just there. Let Kama'o get it." She fishes a slip of blue cloth out of a pouch and then puts it in her mouth, eyeing him all the while. Yes, she's totally going to try to scrub his scales with it.

Svarshan's heavy frame freezes, and he begins at first to relax. And then takes a step back, lowering his head and shaking it. "De--" he starts to say and closes his muzzle on the word. Slowly. "The rain will get it."

Probably the wrong thing to say.

"Here you go!" comes a voice, almost breathless. And then the young aid's hurrying into the room, carrying five...or six...jars.

Kama'o makes a cawing noise, and steps forward, insistently, holding the blue cloth out. "Do not be shy. Kama'o was wiping faces before your mother's mother laid eyes on your mother's father. She will get it." Aaaaaand...now he can probably place her. Matriarch of some sort, or perhaps grandmother, or... In other words, living terror of young people. For now, at least, her attentions are focused on Darshan and not on the clerk.

Clink. Clink. Clink. And then the rustle of cloth as another item's laid out. And then another. The smell of slippery elm, of other herbs related to infections, wounds, pain...touch the air around the counter as the young woman begins the best part of business...

Adding the tally.

Svarshan grimaces, and looks outwards towards the rain and the pouring outside. Escape is so close.

Kama'o does what she can to wipe the blood off, radiating pleasure...almost entirely nonverbally. It would seem that lizardfolk body language is not that different from her own. "There now. That is better, is it not? What -have- you been eating, anyway?" The old Egalrin tucks the cloth back into her pouch. "When you are done, I wish to have two of these roots. I have some mountain lace to trade." Mountain lace is rare, on account of not many people want to risk their lives climbing mountains to try to get it.

"...ssss. Demonsss..." he says, fending off the last of the spit-cloth. And a slow grump, more a thick, heady sigh comes from him as she tucks it away. And the store clerk looks up, and nods her head, a smile appearing now instead of the...whatever expression she'd worn previously. And then she looks at Svarshan and names a total.

Who blinks.

And says in the way of one descended from diplomats: "That is too much."

GAME: {('')} You nominated kama'o for good roleplay.

Kama'o looks between them, tilting her head first one direction, then the other. Then she bends her head down, and lifts her leg up, and scratches at her head with the talons on her feet. One of them is serrated slightly, and it's this that she uses to comb through the feathers. "You are trying to take advantage of this nice young man," she agrees with Darshan. Apparently she is similarly diplomatic. "What would your nana say?"

The young woman stares at them both. Her cheeks kind of...purple. "It's...it's a fair price!" she blurts.

"The Temple...has authorized only..." and he names a much lower price, Svarshan does. It has the same level of diplomacy to it, a: I was told to pay this much. I have no imagination. That is how much it is SUPPOSED to be.

...why is it not this much?

"Hmph." That sound should not be able to come out of Kama'o, but it does. "Not where I am from. I will come back for the root. I should go try to find my sister-druids." She bobs her head once, to Darshan--apparently the shopkeeper does not merit such treatment--and pushes the door open, heading back into the rain.

Kama'o goes OOC.

Kama'o has left.

[[Category:Logs]]

Recent Logs

2011-07-24T18:01:26Z

Darshan: /* Our Logs */

Svarshan

2011-06-10T17:09:23Z

Darshan: /* Brief Bio */

[[image:Svar_by_Myrana.jpg | center | 550px]]

<center>'''[http://jnrajh.blogspot.com/ Commission by Myrana]'''</center>

===Brief Bio===
Svarshan comes from Am'shere. [http://www.tenebraemush.net/index.php/File:Svars_Tophat.jpg He spent time under the tutelage of an upright, Myrrish noblewoman], Madrienne Mandara and her niece Ganesa for a number of years until they parted ways. While friends, their unequal social footing--and the natural difference between Myrrish customs and Am'shere ones--ensured the divide would eventually happen. The results have taken him a while to sort out, while at the same time he attempts to figure out what the hell it means to be a sith'makar. And a paladin. Both.

During recent events and the slow-burning chaos of Myrddion, the Mandaras have fared moderately well. The cottage outside of Alexandria where Madrienne resided is no more--it fell to a marauding band of demons, and Madrienne as well. Ganesa escaped--and in the meantime is off in the protection of relatives on Myrrish land. The death would have been of wider note without the chaos surrounding recent events. As it is--news still trickles in, and Madrienne's death won't be widely known for some time.

On the heels of it, Svarshan found himself changing--the sith'makars' blood Awakened, and he's begun to learn a few things about himself, his people, and his nation. As he delves deeper into what it means to be a sith'makar, he seeks harmony between the tempers, primitive spiritualism of his race, and the teachings of the Church. Though the two appear to him incompatible, he's found harmony in parts, and a deeper appreciation for the mysteries of Am'shere. [[image:svar_on_srassha.jpg|thumb|right]]

Also, [[Lady Sandiel|someone]] recently issued [http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p1y36XSJROI/TbY7wmHwAxI/AAAAAAAAAXM/fhzI1zKlGGo/s1600/ilovetochomp.jpg a number of plushies] to give to orphans. These say in a highly Myrrish voice: "I like to chomp demons!" and are the latest in the line of a never-ending battle.

He often speaks sloooowly because he thinks in draconic, first. It is a more aggressive language with its own history, structure, and way of speaking. Much of his communication is nonverbal. This is to signal the difference in the sith'makar's use of body language versus the blander common (blander because it has to accommodate a great mix of races and so will be more 'neutral'), and the struggle to find the right words in common that will carry a similar 'emphasis' or 'feel.' His words are less literal than emotive. :D

====Srassha====
Srassha is a Jungle Princess. She is the prettiest and fiercest thing in the jungle. [http://littera-abactor.livejournal.com/7748.html This was the inspiration for Srassha]. [http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3536/4631388208_0100e47162.jpg And this is maybe a picture of her]. And the thumbnail is an image of her decked out in all her pretties--for some softskin Temple occasion.

===RP Hooks===
* Swiftclaws
* Sith'makar life: rituals, ancestors
* Demon chomping
* Hunting
* Very rich stew
* Myrrish theatre

===Demons Chomped===
<center>[[image:chomplist.jpg|600px]]</center>

[[Category:Player]]

Svarshan

2011-06-10T17:08:02Z

Darshan: /* Brief Bio */

[[image:Svar_by_Myrana.jpg | center | 550px]]

<center>'''[http://jnrajh.blogspot.com/ Commission by Myrana]'''</center>

===Brief Bio===
Svarshan comes from Am'shere. [http://www.tenebraemush.net/index.php/File:Svars_Tophat.jpg He spent time under the tutelage of an upright, Myrrish noblewoman], Madrienne Mandara and her niece Ganesa for a number of years until they parted ways. While friends, their unequal social footing--and the natural difference between Myrrish customs and Am'shere ones--ensured the divide would eventually happen. The results have taken him a while to sort out, while at the same time he attempts to figure out what the hell it means to be a sith'makar. And a paladin. Both.

During recent events and the slow-burning chaos of Myrddion, the Mandaras have fared moderately well. The cottage outside of Alexandria where Madrienne resided is no more--it fell to a marauding band of demons, and Madrienne as well. Ganesa escaped--and in the meantime is off in the protection of relatives on Myrrish land. The death would have been of wider note without the chaos surrounding recent events. As it is--news still trickles in, and Madrienne's death won't be widely known for some time.

On the heels of it, Svarshan found himself changing--the sith'makars' blood Awakened, and he's begun to learn a few things about himself, his people, and his nation. As he delves deeper into what it means to be a sith'makar, he seeks harmony between the tempers, primitive spiritualism of his race, and the teachings of the Church. Though the two appear to him incompatible, he's found harmony in parts, and a deeper appreciation for the mysteries of Am'shere. [[image:svar_on_srassha.jpg|thumb|right]]

Also, [[Lady Sandiel|someone]] recently issued [http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p1y36XSJROI/TbY7wmHwAxI/AAAAAAAAAXM/fhzI1zKlGGo/s1600/ilovetochomp.jpg a number of plushies] to give to orphans. These say in a highly Myrrish voice: "I like to chomp demons!" and are the latest in the line of a never-ending battle.

He often speaks sloooowly because he thinks in draconic, first. It is a more aggressive language with its own history, structure, and way of speaking. Much of his communication is nonverbal. This is to signal the difference in the sith'makar's use of body language versus the blander common, and the struggle to find the right words in common that will carry a similar 'emphasis' or 'feel.' His words are less literal than emotive. :D

====Srassha====
Srassha is a Jungle Princess. She is the prettiest and fiercest thing in the jungle. [http://littera-abactor.livejournal.com/7748.html This was the inspiration for Srassha]. [http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3536/4631388208_0100e47162.jpg And this is maybe a picture of her]. And the thumbnail is an image of her decked out in all her pretties--for some softskin Temple occasion.

===RP Hooks===
* Swiftclaws
* Sith'makar life: rituals, ancestors
* Demon chomping
* Hunting
* Very rich stew
* Myrrish theatre

===Demons Chomped===
<center>[[image:chomplist.jpg|600px]]</center>

[[Category:Player]]

2011-04-21T00:48:42Z

Darshan:

Veyshan Month

2011-04-15T02:34:18Z

Darshan: Created page with "==Welcome to Veyshan Month== <div style="padding:5px; background-color:#e7eaea;"><div style="width:100%; background-color:#e7eaea;"> Things are changing in Alexandria's political..."

==Welcome to Veyshan Month==
<div style="padding:5px; background-color:#e7eaea;"><div style="width:100%; background-color:#e7eaea;">
Things are changing in Alexandria's political climate. Merchants already overtaxed in efforts to reestablish contacts and routes, and in competition with new, stronger dwarven companies, now find themselves facing a threat from the land of genies: Veyshan.

It started with one man, as such things do. A stranger in silks and turbans and astride a sleek black charger, he came bearing items the like which the lands had not seen in centuries. And after him, another.

The exotic merchants from the sands trickle inwards with ever-rarer treasures. Tales of uncovered cities, exposed ruins.

And adventures.

So far as anyone can tell, a new series of ruins have been discovered.

And Alexandrian Merchants, and the Explorer's Guild recognize an opportunity when they see one. Even now, contracts are being issued, and caravans planned.</div></div>

==About Veyshan Month, and How to Use this Page==
Above many others, Veyshan is a land of mystery and exoticism. It is a land if intrigue, of the dangerous and damned blood of genies, of pride and the struggle from the underground for the abolition of slavery.

Welcome to Veyshan Month. Veyshan Month will run for roughly 4 weeks, from April 17th to May 15th. During this time, we'll be putting Veyshan in the spotlight. PrPs run with Veyshan as a setting will receive an additional bonus for our PrP Runners as well as Participants. Each PrP Runner may run a maximum of twice per week.

Below are many of the ideas shared last week by our community. You're welcome to edit this page and add additional ones, or make requests for things you'd like to see. If you'd like to use one of the below, be sure to "claim" it with a '''(Claimed by: MyNameHere)''' at the end of its description. Don't forget the ()'s! PrPs are not required to use the ideas listed. This is meant to be a resource and perhaps even a request sounding-board.

As always, inappropriate content will be removed without warning. PrPs must otherwise conform to Standard or Dramatic PrP rules and guidelines. If you've never run a PrP before, check out our [[Introduction to Plotrunning]]. If you'd like some quick information about [[Veyshan]], head over [[Veyshan|this way]].

==PrP Ideas==
===Family Feud===
Amazingly enough, there are those in Veyshan who are of the view that an assassin is not the best way to handle family problems. Of course, there are many who believe that their lives would be considerably improved if certain family members were suddenly and efficiently removed. In certain circles outsiders are preferred for assassinations and kidnappings, as well as protection from the same.

===Confusing say, Money like Sand===
A merchant, noble, etc. invested in some goods from Veyshan. Delivery of these goods was promised X time ago but has been continually delayed. The merchant is now running out of patience faster than the Veyshanti is running out of excuses. The task is to go to Veyshan to secure the goods (or else?). Possible complications include that a group of crooks who are trying to scam any number of merchants. For extra hijinks, the local authorities already have an investigation underway that is ready to be blundered into.

===Warren of Worms===
Legend has it that a group once bled giant desert worms for the remarkable properties of the wormblood. The composition of this group is nearly as varied as the stories, ranging from religious fanatics to fanatical warriors to a secret society funded by the rulers of empires long past. It is said that the first worm pens began as a simple construction, but as they began to be buried by the sand these people built on top of the original construction to prevent it from being swallowed by the desert. This continued over the centuries, creating an ever more complex structure. Some claim that it came to resemble an inverted pyramid while others predict it is a spiral, in honor of the worms they held captive.

The simplest tales relate that these men and women drank the blood of these worms for its drug-like properties. The two most common effects attributed to it are a prowess in battle granted by added strength and the fearlessness gained from becoming insensate to pain, or oracular powers by way of being granted visions of the future. The more effusive (or possibly accurate) storytellers speak of intrigues, complex processes of preparation that may or may not have involved magic and prayer, and end results that could deliver unto the imbiber nearly any imaginable result up to and including immortality. Some even claim that it was through this very process that the djinn were created.

Naturally no such story would be complete without the promise of the worms still being alive and well, albeit trapped, within this Warren of Worms. Indeed, anyone who should find it is all but promised to also find the secret of wormblood and their fortune as the purveyor of a drug of unmatched potency. Or, if the most incredible tales are true, they might gain the power to establish and rule the next Empire of a Thousand Years.

===Tomb of the Earthshaper===
Veyshan was not always a desert land dominated by searing heat and raging winds. At one time, all four elements held dominion in this land, and burried beneath the sand are vestiges of these ancient holdings. One such Vestige is the tomb of the earthshaper, the final resting place of a once proud earth elemental. In times before human memory, the elements turned against one another, and the first to fall was the mighty earth- conquered by the relentless erosion of water, fire and wind. The Earthshaper stood in defiance against this fate and the tomb marks his final resting place, or so the tablets recovered from its altar room claim. Legends also claim that the vast sands of the dune sea are what remains of his physical body.

The tomb itself is a vast underground pyramid- even before its tip was buried by the sands, the bulk of it lay beneath the ground. The pyramid is host to ancient mechanical wonders, wrought from eternal stone, as well as living beings of rock and earth that still guard their patron's resting site to this day. Some say that at the core of this largely unexplored structure the living eart of the earthshaper still beats and shakes the land around it as it does so, while others claim the tomb itself is his heart, wrought by his ancient followers into an immortal bastion of stone.

The tip of this giant structure was recently unearthed by an expedition team, however all attempts to penetrate further than the uppermost level to date have met with grizzly ends, from ancient deadly traps or indomitable stone guardians.

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==A==
[[Abrahil]], [[Agril]], [[Amira|Amir'a al'Jarim]], [[Aynssyrn Bainduis]]

==B==
[[Boshter]]

==C==
[[Colrick Voss]], [[Craft]]

==D==
[[Darshan]]

==E==
[[Edmee|Edmee Sulwen]]

==F==
[[Faiza]]

==G==
==H==
==I==
[[Ionus]]

==J==
==K==
[[Kaliara|Kaliara Sein]],
[[Karelin Andarin]],
[[Karl Mattock]],
[[Kerbasi]],
[[Koszhey Urvald Malinovyi]],
[[Kylie D'malthyae]],
[[Kyra Smith]]

==L==
==M==

[[Maerkkus]], [[Myrana Jn'Rajh]], [[Mikilos]]

==N==
[[Nin-galad]]
==O==
==P==
==Q==
==R==
[[Roland]]

==S==
[[Lady Sandiel]], [[Hailee Serene Tigriil]], [[Lady Sienna Meribeth McBane]], [[Siseroa Shurik]], [[Sophia Lightbringer]]
[[Selia]]

==T==
[[Thaim]], [[Teena Longshot]], [[Thistle]]

==U==
==V==
==W==
==X==
[[Xenarchy Malzash]]

==Y==
[[Ylva]],
[[Younger, Bruce The|Bruce the Younger]]

==Z==
[[Zerridwyn Angosil]]

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