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#485217 ZONE: The Rusty Axe

Posted by Sareth on 12 July 2017 - 08:20 PM

"Caiden's been a good friend of mine for years... I was hoping to find him again at some point, but I haven't had any luck yet."

 

"Yeah, we do tend to travel a lot. There're members of the order I haven't seen in over a year" Hollí replied with a slight shrug. "But that's the job."

 

She took another sip of her drink before setting it down—on the opposite side of her from Lydus; she had noticed his greedy hand's stealthy groping.

 

"Well, I suppose if you ran towards any rumors of monster activity, sooner or later you'd cross his path" she said after a moment. "Not that I would normally recommend that—or even not seriously advise against it—but... Given your reputation, I guess you would probably be fine" she said with a cheeky grin.

 

"I'd certainly say so. Their culture is just as ancient as Old Achaea, and there's a lot of rich history to be around... But if you go too far out of civilization, you'd better really like sand."

 

"Hmm... I dunno, I've never really seen much sand. It's funny: thirty-eight years in the order, and I've only ever been sent on assignments in the Empire and the North. Well, maybe one of these days..."

 

A moment later she was distracted as the food was finally served. "Thank you" she said as her pie was set before her—managing to maintain her manners in the face of her hunger and the tantalizing smell wafting off of the food. "How much will that be?" she asked the serving girl, reaching for her coinpurse.

 

“By the gods, you two are going to clean this place’s supply of meat out for weeks.”

 

"Well, you can eat lesser fare if you want. But when a girl's hungry, she needs real, serious food" she retorted to her impolite colleague. She lifted her fork, digging it into the pie and—

 

“There’s gotta be somethin’ else to eat here, right, wench?"

 

Hollí paused, a dripping slice of pie—too large for the fork it precariously balanced on—halfway to her mouth, and rolled her eyes in exasperation. She turned to Lydus: "Look, if I buy you a meal, or another drink, will you be polite and shut up?" she asked bluntly.




#485163 Tales from the Rusty Axe (Now in Wulfgard!)

Posted by Sareth on 06 July 2017 - 01:22 PM

An elf walks into a bar.... and takes a seat. Not a joke, just what happened. :P

 

Hey, Venators are always supposed to be in pairs. :D




#485162 ZONE: The Rusty Axe

Posted by Sareth on 06 July 2017 - 01:19 PM

"There's some water in the horse trough outside. I hear that's free."

 

“Give your tongue a break an’ have some of that, why don’t you?”

 

"Lowering the quality of another establishment, Lydus?" a sweet voice said from the doorway—possibly confusing any lookers until they lowered their gaze a bit. The Venatori order was not an exceptionally large one, and she had been in it for quite some time; Hollí prided herself on knowing most of its members—by reputation, if nothing else. Identifying Lydus had taken but an instant.

 

All sub-five-feet of fiery-haired elf quickly made her way to the bar, hopping up on a stool—literally; she had to give herself a boost up with her hands. Stupid tall human stools...—pointedly taking one of the couple between Lydus and the knight. "Please excuse my colleague. He gets cranky" she said to the knight in the fancy armor, smiling, her voice cheery. "I'm Hollí" she introduced herself, holding out a hand.

 

She then gave a little wave to attract the raven-haired serving girl. "Excuse me. Could I get what he's having?" she asked, gesturing at the knight's decimated meat-pie.

 

While she waited, she discovered that her stool was not quite balanced—one leg a touch shorter than the others. Hooking her legs behind two of the stool's, she started rocking it slowly back and forth with slight shifts of her weight—almost as if she were riding an imaginary horse—seemingly without a care in the world.




#485157 Delving Too Deep OOC - Rules, Character List, and Chat

Posted by Sareth on 06 July 2017 - 08:14 AM

 

Agnar scowled, as was his way. A city like this was exactly what he'd hoped to avoid...

 

"I agree." Agnar was standing close to her...

 

Uh, Sephsekla, I think you got your own characters' names mixed up. :lol:




#485142 Hollí Emberleaf

Posted by Sareth on 05 July 2017 - 09:16 AM

Hollí Emberleaf

 

Full Name: Hollí Emberleaf

Aliases: None

 

Sex: Female

Race: Wood-Elf

Birthplace: Forest north of Shadowvale, Achæan Empire

 

Affinity: Fire

Deity: Artemis, Skadi

Magic: Gifted

Faction: Venatori

 

Talents: Finesse Combat, Marksmanship, Acrobatics, Monster Lore, Elven Woodworking

 

Attributes

Strength: 3

Agility: 9 (7 + 2)

Constitution: 3 (4 - 1)

Perception: 9

Intelligence: 8

Spirit: 9

Luck: 2

 

Appearance:

Standing all of 4'8'' tall, with a slender, elfin build, Hollí is cute as a button. She has long, fiery auburn hair, and large, expressive green eyes. Her skin is fair, though perhaps slightly darker than the average for her kind. A narrow line of freckles runs across the bridge of her nose and beneath her eyes, giving her a slightly spectacled look.

 

A large tattoo—a mix of plant and flame motifs—done in teal ink, covers much of her body: starting on her back, flowing up the back of her neck, pouring down over her shoulders, and spiraling down her arms, with a few small tendrils curling around onto her chest and abdomen.

 

Aside from her blue Venator's cloak, she wears a thin, short-sleeved shirt, and pants—both of the same shade. Over the shirt, she wears a flexible leather cuirass; and over that she wears a sleeveless shirt of deepsilver chainmail. She wears leather boots and gloves, and leather vambraces and greaves protect her forearms and shins.

 

She carries an Elven longbow, sized for her height; she wears her quiver on her left hip. She also carries a spear that's about 8 inches longer than she is tall; she sharpened the edges of the long point so that she can make light cutting attacks in addition to thrusts; the butt of the shaft is capped with a steel ferrule, making a decent bludgeoning instrument, and allowing the weapon to conveniently double as a walking stick. In addition, she carries a silver dagger, plus a small knife that she mostly just uses for wood-carving.

 

Inventory:

(Venator Pack)

   • Clothing

   • Blue cloak

   • SIlver Venator brooch

   • Leather armor (cuirass, vambraces, greaves)

   • Deepsilver chainmail shirt

   • Steel spear

   • Elven bow, w/ 20 iron arrows and 5 silver arrows

   • Silver dagger

   • Flint and tinder

   • 3 clean bandages

   • 2 healing ointment

   • 2 sense-enhancing potions

   • 1 strength-enhancing potion

   • 1 anti-lycanthropy potion

   • Water and rations

   • A few small woodworking tools (small knife, files, chisel)

   • Oil and rags (for fire arrows)

   • Wood occarina

 

Biography:

Born in the Achæan Empire, in the forest north of Shadowvale, Hollí's early life was typical of her kind. She hunted, she reveled, and she generally enjoyed life. Despite her blithe attitude towards life, she was a good person at heart, and considered doing something to help people—possibly becoming a Longstrider—but never seemed able to work up sufficient motivation.
 
That might never have changed, had she not, while hunting one night, caught a glimpse of a creature, like none she had ever seen before, flying above the treetops. She had been hunting with a friend, but they had split up to pursue game separately. Twenty-three at the time, curious, and confident in her skills as a hunter, she followed the creature, continuing even after she lost sight of it. She found it—or rather, the transformed elf it proved to be—crouched over her friend, teeth sunk deep into the other girl's neck, drinking her blood. She had never even heard the scream. Unable to repress a gasp at the sight, she unwittingly attracted the vampire's attention. She recognized the man—a loner that had been seen around the forest from time to time. At once, he transformed and attacked her.
 
Most people would have died there—and she very nearly did—but she had been born with the Gift of magic; with a blast of magical fire she knocked the vampire back and injured it, buying herself some time to flee—taking off through the tree-tops. But the vampire—desperate to keep its secret, or just angry—pursued.
 
The flames also had another, entirely unintentional effect: attracting the attention of the group of Venatori who had been hunting the blood-drinker.
 
Hollí loosed many arrows at the vampire as she fled, but in her panic and flight few of them hit—and those that did did not seem to impede or dissuade the bloodthirsty creature. Eventually, her pursuer caught her, knocking her from her perch to crash onto a much lower branch—injuring her and leaving her dangling helplessly. The monster-hunters arrived just in the nick of time, killing the vampire just as it's bat-like form landed on the branch and was about to rip out her throat. After hearing her story—which left out her magic, of course—one of the Venators complimented her on surviving as long as she had, and then they left, their work complete.
 
But she could not so easily get over the events of that night. An avid huntress, the thought of something so monstrous, something she knew nothing about and could scarcely fight, bothered her deeply… as did the fact that she had been unable to save her friend—had been able to  do nothing but turn and flee, when confronted by her killer. And so before long she made a decision: she followed the hunters back to Castle Greywatch, and there joined the Venatori order.
 
Having been a Venator for almost thirty-eight years now, she is quite experienced. Although something of a divisive figure amongst the order due to her typically playful and immature attitude, she is nevertheless a dedicated and competent monster-hunter.

 

Campaign History:

   None

 

Relationships:

   None

 

Personality:

Many people mistake Hollí for a child at first glance. Whether or not that impression is shattered the moment she opens her mouth really depends on her mood. For she is, above all else, mercurial: she's about as tame and predictable as an active volcano; her personality capable of shifting between bubbly child, cynical world-weary smart-ass, serious and dedicated Venator, and more—with such speed as to risk giving onlookers whiplash. Although 'vivacious, playful, and childish' is the most common. 

 

Hollí is sort of the annoying kid sister of the Venatori order—despite the fact that she's actually 61 years old. She's one of those people who always seems to have a surfeit of energy, and seems incapable of remaining still for even an instant—making some who don't know her wonder how she ever manages to stay quiet on a hunt. She's also got a serious teasing streak, and loves subverting the expectations that people tend to form based on her incredibly youthful appearance and behavior—although she also loves pulling rank, as it were, with her age on people younger than her.

 

Generally easy-going—verging on blithe—it takes quite a bit to get her riled up, and her temper is a rare sight (thankfully, given her magical Gift, which she must keep hidden)—but when it does get going, it's a wonder to behold. Snarky comebacks—typically delivered with a feigned childlike innocence—are far more common.

 

Currency: 20 Gold, 35 Silver, 25 Copper

 

HP: 15/15

 



#485036 ZONE - Longship on the Rime

Posted by Sareth on 30 June 2017 - 10:02 AM

Valya drew her sword almost immediately as the attack began, a slight thrill running through her blood. Even she had not expected battle quite this soon into their journey; but if something wanted to challenge them, she would be happy to oblige. That their attackers were inhuman, and unknown did not bother her in the slightest.

 

"Stop them! We mustn't lose the oars!"

 

She saw the problem at once, and immediately resolved to solve it. The solution was a simple one: if the creatures were dead, they could not continue their theft.

 

However at that moment one of the creatures charged her, only to hesitate and hiss instead. Valya did not hesitate. Grinning with bloodlust, she instantly charged the creature, lashing out with a two handed swing of her blade that, if it hit, might very well cleave her foe from shoulder to opposite hip.

 

If she were successful, she intended to continue her charge straight into the four who were busy throwing oars over the side.

 

***

 

While a tiny part of Allya was fascinated by their attackers—she knew little of monsters, a serious failing, she realized; and she didn't even see any hint of recognition in the eyes of the Venators in the group—mostly she was scared. Lucky enough to have not been targeted by the initial attacks, she immediately retreated back a bit, keeping some of the more combat-able of the group between herself and the creatures, and wishing there was something more she could do...

 

"Stop them! We mustn't lose the oars!"

 

Seeing that a number of oars had already been thrown overboard and were being carried away, inspiration struck. Closing her eyes—desperately hoping the others would protect her; explaining would take too long—she focused, reaching out to the local spirits: the spirits of the river, of any aquatic plants that might snare or entangle—asking for their aid, for them to slow or stop the attacking creatures in the water, possibly even to redirect the floating oars back towards the ship....




#484944 ZONE - The Skaldsong Tavern ((Delving Too Deep - START))

Posted by Sareth on 21 June 2017 - 02:57 PM

Allya pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation as Korvarl and Elisario started arguing over who Elmira would have a drink with; their argument was threatening to give her a headache.

 

"Look, Korvarl, you've known her for all of five minutes. Why do you care—and what gives you any say—about who she chooses to spend time with?" she said, trying to reason with the dwarf.

 

Still, she didn't have terribly high hopes. Men could be idiots when it came to women...




#484907 ZONE - The Skaldsong Tavern ((Delving Too Deep - START))

Posted by Sareth on 18 June 2017 - 11:48 AM

"I'm a bounty hunter by trade. Recently brought in a contract to an employer here in Baldur's Fjord. Some new and original work will be a nice change of pace."

 

"I suspect it will be, at that" Allya said a touch vaguely. "Nice to meet you.

 

“Parts-an-share? That some sorta blacksmithin’ guild?”

 

"I'll assume you're joking with that one."

 

"PAR-san-shar" she corrected Korvari. "It's a southeastern kingdom."

 

A moment later, an exceptionally short, excited dwarf woman came running up:

 

"I'm so excited to go on a real expedition! But where are my manners I'm Elnira I'm a scholar! Itsapleasuretomeetyoualland... What can I call you?"

 

Allya stared at the newcomer for a moment in surprise. She certainly had... spirit. Then she gave a slight smile and knelt down to offer her hand. "I am Allya Noctis. I'm actually a scholar of sorts, myself."

 

"Ehh, I hate t' interrupt, milady, but maybe ye should have the full details o' the mission. We're headin' to the Forbidden Halls of Clan Dimmlundar, which I'm sure ye've heard of. It's gonna be extremely dangerous. Only the gods know what all is still down there. If yer wantin' to come, I won't try to stop ye from signin', but just wanted you to have a little more awareness o' how difficult it's gonna be."

 

"Surely everything's dangerous though? I tripped over Mr Whiskers this morning and that was almost it for me! Besides, all that lost knowledge! Anyway, I'm sure we can stay safe for most of the journey, maybe pass through the Empire?"

 

Allya arched an eyebrow, and a slight frown pulled at her lips. "While it is true death can come most anywhere, facing whatever demons or monsters may yet lurk in Dimmlundar's ancient halls is a rather different level of risk" she cautioned Elnira. Of course, she had made the same decision herself, but she at least was not entirely defenseless despite her lack of skill with a weapon—the spirits would look after her; they always had. This dwarf woman, though, concerned her; Elnira seemed long on enthusiasm and far too short on caution. It made her think of her own mother—though of course, her mother had never been so outwardly excitable....

 

***

 

Valya leaned back in her chair as the inquisitor and templar continued to argue. She was just about to go get that drink when a slight, warm weight suddenly settled itself across her feet. Looking under the table, she saw the ugliest cat she had ever seen draped on her boots. Although she manage to resist the urge to actually snarl at the animal, her lips pursed in a a mixture of annoyance at the feline's presumptuousness, and amusement at its bravery.

 

Still, she wanted a drink. Reaching down, she easily picked the cat up by its scruff and set it some feet off to the side, before getting up and heading to the bar for an ale. Maybe by the time she was finished with it, this group would have made up their minds.




#484896 Delving Too Deep - Sign-ups

Posted by Sareth on 17 June 2017 - 05:14 PM

Don't worry, Dalton. She's super short; you can just say she's hidden behind one of the other chars.  :P




#484863 ZONE - The Skaldsong Tavern ((Delving Too Deep - START))

Posted by Sareth on 15 June 2017 - 05:35 PM

“Aye, sure. Then by the time we hit the real challenge we’ll be clean out o’ supplies and half of you yellow-bellied humans are gonna turn tail and run. Real smart idea.”

 

"If the perils of a mere mortal swamp would make them abandon this quest, then would they not flee at the first sight of whatever stalks the halls of Dimmlundar? Would you even want such a person at your side when facing the forces of darkness? Best to know the mettle of your comrades sooner than late, I say" Valya countered.

 

***

 

“Korvarl Silvershield, form’r Iron Gauntlet enforc’r.”

 

"Nice to meet you. I'm an apothecary by trade, researcher by passion" Allya replied.

 

“...Never seen an elf quite like ye, if’n y’don’t mind me sayin’.”

 

"I rarely mind the truth" she said. "And I'd be surprised if you had."

 

“But yer def’nitely not one of ‘em darker types, I can tell tha’ much. So tha's all right 'n well.”

 

"Oh? For all you know, I could be an albino svartalfar" she said lightly, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth for a moment.

 

Korvari surprised her slightly by starting to read the entire contract. She would have done so herself, except for the fact that it was written in a language she couldn't read; her mother's... erratic teaching had left her only able to read and write in the language of demons—which her mother had written all of her notes in, so that few other people would be able to read them.

 

"Let me know if there's anything interesting in there, would you?" she asked Korvari. 

 

***

 

"Aside from myself, the Venators, and the Inquisitor, I'm not sure if we'd be able to pull off a simple retrieval mission instead of a bloodbath."

 

"Gettin' them rivalries in early, I see. Well, that's no concern o' mine, though I'd prefer if ye could all cooperate well enough to get the job done. An' it takes a bloodbath to do that... well, have a bloodbath. I ain't askin' fer anything perfect, just completed."

 

"That's right, achæan" Valya interjected, giving Agni a nod of agreement. "Nothing wrong with a bloodbath—so long as it's your enemies' blood" she said, with a savage grin.




#484852 ZONE - The Skaldsong Tavern ((Delving Too Deep - START))

Posted by Sareth on 15 June 2017 - 10:48 AM

Allya could not tear her thoughts away from Agni's earlier words. The thought of all that knowledge, lost for so many years... it sent a chill of anticipation up her spine. And yet, she knew she needed to be cautious; she would have to get there, first. But there were, assembled, a decent number of what looked to be capable warriors. Surely enough to keep her safe on such a journey...

 

“As fer which path t’take, I don’t see why we don’t jus’ head fer Rimegard and th’ Imperial border from there. We got Imperials with us, seems like, an’ none of ya look terribly ‘criminal’-y t’me, soooo…”

 

She looked up as the other dwarf spoke. "That is fine by me" she said. Imperials weren't her favorite people—too many suspicions and superstitions for her taste—but she had traveled amongst them before without any real problems. And it was supposed to be a path both quick and safe, which made it a rather attractive proposition.

 

After a moment, she extended a slender, long-fingered hand across the table as she introduced herself to the dwarf: "Allya Noctis. And you are...?"

 

***

 

“As fer which path t’take, I don’t see why we don’t jus’ head fer Rimegard and th’ Imperial border from there. We got Imperials with us, seems like, an’ none of ya look terribly ‘criminal’-y t’me, soooo…” 

 

"If it is the quickest route, then I say we should take the wilderness path through the marsh" Valya said simply. But after a moment she shrugged. What path they took did not terribly matter to her, for all that some might cause her problems.

 

Imperials could be such a nosy lot—there was a modest chance of her nature being discovered if they went that way, and a fight would almost certainly ensue. Of course, she did not fear battle, or even death. But compared to the dreaded 'forces of darkness' that Agni had mentioned during his tale—which was what had garnered her interest in this quest to begin with; she cared not for the lost treasure—Imperials were an unappetizing foe; she had killed plenty of them in the past.

 

The northern path was, by comparison, better for her... except for the fact that it passed through Wulfsted. As much as she wished to see it again, she could never again set foot in that sacred place; she would almost certainly be recognized—it having only been several years since she was banished—and she doubted that even the sacred law against spilling northern blood in that place would prevent a fight if she so dared... and her own people were even less appetizing as foes than the Imperials.

 

The wilderness path was by far the most appealing: fast, and doubtless full of challenges against which to test her might. But, from the looks of those around her, she doubted many were brave enough to face it... which thought amused her, given that, if the tale was true, they would face no less danger once they had arrived at their destination.

 

Seeing that no one else was willing to take the plunge first—funny how these people, warriors even, could be so reluctant about marking a piece of paper—she stood and grasped the pen the dwarf had set out. Being unable to either read or write, her signature took the form of a small drawing: a circle, two more curved lines surrounding it, and a short vertical line in the center, came together to form a crude symbol that vaguely resembled a cat's eye—standing in for her name. Underlining the symbol for emphasis, she dropped the pen back in the inkwell and sat down again, a challenging expression on her features.

 

Although she would prefer to live long enough to face whatever beasts haunted the dwarven hall, it really didn't matter which way they went. Doubtless battle awaited them no matter which route they took; and a good battle was all she sought....




#484652 moving Wicktures that you are watching

Posted by Sareth on 10 June 2017 - 05:56 PM

Just saw WW this afternoon. It was good. (Also, funny thing I just realized: unlike in every other superhero movie, at no point does anyone ever refer to her as "Wonder Woman"—kind of refreshing, actually.  :P )
 

The ending was the lowest point of the movie.

Spoiler

 
Hey, look on the bright side: at least it wasn't a giant glowing sky-beam/portal, like seemingly 90% of superhero movies nowdays.  :lol:
 
I do agree, though:

Spoiler

 

 

Honestly, that's the biggest thing that's turned me off to this movie so far, in addition to Germans being the bad guys, because obviously having a WWI movie with Austria-Hungary as the antagonists wasn't as important as hammering home the fact that we should hate Germany because Hitler was born there.

 

To be fair, the movie at least—very—briefly mentions the fact that the Ottoman Empire existed and was part of the war.  :P

 

Also: Hitler was born in Austria. ...Just saying.  :D

 

 

Also, I have to say: As far as "superhero movies set against the backdrop of a famous real-life war" goes, I think WW did it better/more respectfully than Captain America. 




#484625 moving Wicktures that you are watching

Posted by Sareth on 07 June 2017 - 02:13 PM

At least Wonder Woman didn't have Hades as the main villain like in every single modern interpretation of Greek Mythology ever, or else I probably wouldn't even think of seeing it.

I agree about Hades too - I thought the same thing. Making Ares the main villain makes more sense, since he was a much bigger asshole in the myths than Hades ever was.

 

It's kind of like how in The Mummy Returns they basically made Anubis the devil (complete with soul-sellling)—even though Egyptian mythology didn't really have any such figures (the closest you'll get is perhaps either Set or Apophis), or the concept of selling your soul. 




#484606 HELP - Special Permission

Posted by Sareth on 04 June 2017 - 10:10 AM

Well, I finally completed that Venator char. idea, Wolfy.... just in time to not use it for a good long while.  :lol: But hey, if we ever do do that Venatori campaign, at least I'll be ready now.  :D

 

Also, I finally made a short character. Happy now, Wolfy?  :P

 

 

Special Permission Required: Magic - Gifted.

 

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Hollí Emberleaf

 

Full Name: Hollí Emberleaf

Aliases: None

 

Sex: Female

Race: Wood-Elf

Birthplace: Forest north of Shadowvale, Achæan Empire

 

Affinity: Fire

Deity: Artemis, Skadi

Magic: Gifted

Faction: Venatori

 

Talents: Finesse Combat, Marksmanship, Acrobatics, Monster Lore, Elven Woodworking

 

Attributes

Strength: 3

Agility: 9 (7 + 2)

Constitution: 3 (4 - 1)

Perception: 9

Intelligence: 8

Spirit: 9

Luck: 2

 

Appearance:

Standing all of 4'8'' tall, with a slender, elfin build, Hollí is cute as a button. She has long, fiery auburn hair, and large, expressive green eyes. Her skin is fair, though perhaps slightly darker than the average for her kind. A narrow line of freckles runs across the bridge of her nose and beneath her eyes, giving her a slightly spectacled look.

 

A large tattoo—a mix of plant and flame motifs—done in teal ink, covers much of her body: starting on her back, flowing up the back of her neck, pouring down over her shoulders, and spiraling down her arms, with a few small tendrils curling around onto her chest and abdomen.

 

Aside from her blue Venator's cloak, she wears a thin, short-sleeved shirt, and pants—both of the same shade. Over the shirt, she wears a flexible leather cuirass; and over that she wears a sleeveless shirt of deepsilver chainmail. She wears leather boots and gloves, and leather vambraces and greaves protect her forearms and shins.

 

She carries an Elven longbow, sized for her height; she wears her quiver on her left hip. She also carries a spear that's about 8 inches longer than she is tall; she sharpened the edges of the long point so that she can make light cutting attacks in addition to thrusts; the butt of the shaft is capped with a steel ferrule, making a decent bludgeoning instrument, and allowing the weapon to conveniently double as a walking stick. In addition, she carries a silver dagger, plus a small knife that she mostly just uses for wood-carving.

 

Inventory:

(Venator Pack)

   • Clothing

   • Blue cloak

   • SIlver Venator brooch

   • Leather armor (cuirass, vambraces, greaves)

   • Deepsilver chainmail shirt

   • Steel spear

   • Elvish bow, w/ 20 iron arrows and 5 silver arrows

   • Silver dagger

   • Flint and tinder

   • 3 clean bandages

   • 2 healing ointment

   • 2 sense-enhancing potions

   • 1 strength-enhancing potion

   • 1 anti-lycanthropy potion

   • Water and rations

   • A few small woodworking tools (small knife, files, chisel)

   • Oil and rags (for fire arrows)

   • Wood occarina

 

Biography:

Born in the Achæan Empire, in the forest north of Shadowvale, Hollí's early life was typical of her kind. She hunted, she reveled, and she generally enjoyed life. Despite her blithe attitude towards life, she was a good person at heart, and considered doing something to help people—possibly becoming a Longstrider—but never seemed able to work up sufficient motivation.

 

That might never have changed, had she not, while hunting alone one night, come across a set of tracks like none she had ever seen before. Twenty-three at the time, curious, and confident in her skills as a hunter, she followed them to their source: and found herself facing a monstrous werewolf. Most people would have died there—and she very nearly did—but she had been born with the Gift of magic; with a blast of magical fire she managed to temporarily drive off the werewolf, injuring it a little, and buying herself some time to flee—taking off through the tree-tops. 

 

The flames also had another, entirely unintentional effect: attracting the attention of the group of Venatori who had been hunting the beast. The monster-hunters arrived just in the nick of time, killing the werewolf as it was clawing its way up the tree Hollí had gotten trapped in. One of the Venators jokingly complimented her on being "excellent bait", and then they left, their work complete.

 

But she could not so easily get over the events of that night. An avid huntress, the thought of something so monstrous, something she knew nothing about and could scarcely fight, bothered her deeply. And so before long she made a decision: she followed the hunters back to Castle Greywatch, and there joined the Venatori order.

 

Having been a Venator for almost thirty-eight years now, she is quite experienced. Although something of a divisive figure amongst the order due to her typically playful and immature attitude, she is nevertheless a dedicated and competent monster-hunter.

 

Campaign History:

   None

 

Relationships:

   None

 

Personality:

Many people mistake Hollí for a child at first glance. Whether or not that impression is shattered the moment she opens her mouth really depends on her mood. For she is, above all else, mercurial: she's about as tame and predictable as an active volcano; her personality capable of shifting between bubbly child, cynical world-weary smart-ass, serious and dedicated Venator, and more—with such speed as to risk giving onlookers whiplash. Although 'vivacious, playful, and childish' is the most common. 

 

Hollí is sort of the annoying kid sister of the Venatori order—despite the fact that she's actually 61 years old. She's one of those people who always seems to have a surfeit of energy, and seems incapable of remaining still for even an instant—making some who don't know her wonder how she ever manages to stay quiet on a hunt. She's also got a serious teasing streak, and loves subverting the expectations that people tend to form based on her incredibly youthful appearance and behavior—although she also loves pulling rank, as it were, with her age on people younger than her.

 

Generally easy-going—verging on blithe—it takes quite a bit to get her riled up, and her temper is a rare sight (thankfully, given her magical Gift, which she must keep hidden)—but when it does get going, it's a wonder to behold. Snarky comebacks—typically delivered with a feigned childlike innocence—are far more common.

 

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#484555 HELP - Special Permission

Posted by Sareth on 31 May 2017 - 02:15 PM

Granted. All sounds good. I am curious, though - any particular reason why she does have weird eyes, or is that just her look?  :P

 

One other thing: could you add a description under Appearance of her werewolf form? I actually forgot to ask that of Sephsekla, as well...

 

By catlike, I didn't mean slitted pupils or anything—her eyes are just amber (not the most common human color, but possible) and bright, and so they tend to remind people of a cat's eyes. As to why.... I think it's cool, okay?  :P

 

Right, I'll add that when I post her topic.