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Aevaeterna

Fri Sep 1, 2017 12:19 AM Post Subject: Sharp Stones, Brittle Bones (P/O)

Aevaeterna

Character Info

Name: Elenoir Kilandre-Alveron

Age: 18 years old

Alignment: TG

Race: Human/Shadow

Gender: Female

Class: Acoustikinetic Mage

Silver: 15

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Thunder roared overhead with the power of an angered god uttering deep bellows from the depths of their throat. Lightning flashed in the darkness, cracking the black eggshell of a sky open with all the might of nature ravaged by the absence of divine order- left only to bare the brunt of nature in all its fury. Just beneath the boiling clouds, sweeping along the ridged backs of the mountain, lithely dodging falling rocks and occasionally sweeping just out of reach of a claw of lightning- two small figures rode the vicious winds within the dark valleys of the extinct civilization of Railoch.

The massive Griffin's speckled great wings beat against heavy winds, light bronzed armor reflecting the occasional strikes of lightning in a brass mirror. The light armored rider upon the owl-leopard's back pressed further against their partner, as if to try and create a more aerodynamic form. The armored pair rippled over the ruins of the old civilizations, the creature's great yellow eyes squinted against the pelting rain. For awhile, it seemed, the pair was doing quite well… That was, at least- until the storm gave a powerful belch at just the wrong moment. A gust of high wind suddenly slammed into the underbelly of the beast, forcing the creature to spread its massive wings wide- being lifted viciously upward toward the black belly of the storm- a claw of lightning reached toward its hapless prey, striking an ancient tower of stone and copper. An explosion of light and rubble briefly blinded the pair- the tower crumbling toward them. A high pitched trill of shock briefly broke the storm… And once more the valley was left alone in its endeavors against the storms.

…
Elenoir slowly pushed herself up with a groan, her helm seeming to keep the throbbing pain of her head in the core of her cranium. She reached up shakily to tear off the leather helm, blonde hair unraveling from the severe bun quickly as she looked around- it seemed they had crashed into an ancient warehouse… Now empty akin to a vast mausoleum. A soft groaning-churr caught her attention, quickly the young woman rose her feet and rushed to the side of her companion, kneeling beside the collapsed beast," Hjortr?" her soft, hypnotic voice carried far more then perhaps one of equal volume should. It was clear the voice was closely intertwined with some sort of acoustic magics… Running her hand through the beast's thickly furred and feathered neck, she leaned back upon her haunches as it raised its great head- hooting at her assuredly.

This drew a soft, musical and relieved laugh from the young woman as she quickly moved forward, hugging the beast's neck tightly as it turned its broad neck 360 degrees, scanning the dark, abandoned ruins vigilantly. Oh what a place to be stranded.

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Delanac Ironbrow

Fri Sep 1, 2017 1:43 PM Post Subject: Sharp Stones, Brittle Bones (P/O)

Delanac Ironbrow

Character Info

Name: Delanac Ironbrow

Age: 25

Alignment: LG

Race: Orc

Gender: Male

Class: Culinarian (i.e. chef)

Silver: 0

"Ah knickers, I've gone and made a wrong turn again." Delanac was hiding under a rocky outcropping, waiting for the sky's onslaught of fury to take a brief pause. "Shouldn't have tried taking a shortcut through the pass… If I'd boarded an airship I'd be halfway there by now." He had to admit it was his fault for trying to cut corners. His pa always warned him and so far he had listened. Now he'd really done it this time. The orc had finished his time of study in the art of curing meat and cheese in Komiteia, and had said goodbye to the Broederbunds for their lessons and hospitality. He now knew the basics of making ham, cheese, sausage, and bacon and other tips when it came to pickling and preserves.

When he entered the pass he was almost immediately assaulted by lightning from the heavens. It was a made dash from one place of cover to the next, and he was already regretting the decision. It didn't help he was laden down with plenty of metal material–which made his timed movement all the more risky. He'd play it safe next time, he swore. After leaving the halfling settlement he was planning to head to Baltil to learn the art of brewing from one of the most famous cities for fermented drink. He had tried the craft brews back in the Ignius Food and Wine festival back in Canelux, and wanted to move on to making drink to accompany the food he made. To be a great chef, he had to know all the bases.

Railoch was a charred wasteland, singed with smoke from the merciless strikes from above. Whatever structures still stood were decrepit, and burnt. He was absolutely sure they weren't sound, but it was all he had to use to escape from being smote from the heavens. The rain only added to the bleak landscape, and the danger of death by electrocution. Hours had passed and the weather wasn't changing anytime soon. He'd have to pick his way from cover to cover, hoping he'd either get back to Komiteia or leave the pass. Checking his map, he saw there were mountains marked north of Himinn Pass. If he could reach them, then he'd know he was in the clear. "No time to think about worrying. This place looks like it'll hold for a while, might as well grab a bite to eat before making a mad dash again."

Starting a small fire, he toasted some cheese and onions to add to the dry bread in his pack. The violent winds nearly dissipated whatever aroma the food had, but once they were done he would feel better.

"Don't look so surprised. Just because we're orcs doesn't mean we're all screaming barbarians."

Aevaeterna

Fri Sep 1, 2017 2:09 PM Post Subject: Sharp Stones, Brittle Bones (P/O)

Aevaeterna

Character Info

Name: Elenoir Kilandre-Alveron

Age: 18 years old

Alignment: TG

Race: Human/Shadow

Gender: Female

Class: Acoustikinetic Mage

Silver: 15

To be sure, several hours had to have passed as Elenoir lay against her companion's feathery-furred shoulder, having taken the time to calm the beast with soft songs and idle strokes. Now she sat, cross-legged with the Gryphon's large head lain over her lap- her thumbs gently pressing circles into the owl-like features as Hjortr cooed happily.

" Come now- that wasn't the worst fall we've had was it?" She whispers to the Gryphon as it turns its head fully around, nibbling at her cheek with its flat beak affectionately. Slowly the young woman stood, the large creature following suit as she began to walk slow circles- at last seeming to decide on a direction before walking toward it. This certainly seemed like a northbound direction after all. And who could guess after crashing through so much stone?

Idly hefting a bow upon her back, she tilts her head and inhales deeply wait.. Was that? That smell was..? Delicious. But they weren't near any kind of civilization, were they? Hesitating a moment, the young woman broke into a jog, following her nose akin to a bloodhound. Where was that coming from? Damn she was starving!

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Delanac Ironbrow

Sat Sep 2, 2017 2:40 AM Post Subject: Sharp Stones, Brittle Bones (P/O)

Delanac Ironbrow

Character Info

Name: Delanac Ironbrow

Age: 25

Alignment: LG

Race: Orc

Gender: Male

Class: Culinarian (i.e. chef)

Silver: 0

"Cheese looks 'bout done, the onion's proper browned too. Well, down the hatch!" He paused as another crash of lightning rained down around the rock outcropping. Once it was over, he nervously began to eat. Another set of onions and cheese were already heating up in his skillet so they'd be ready once he was done eating. If he was going to pull off a full sprint, he'd need a full stomach. The caramelizing onion and melting savory cheese had their aroma scattered to the winds as nature's fury lashed out all around. A proper queer place for a picnic, it was. But he had gotten himself into it, so he'd have to think up a way to get out.

Chewing, he watched the strikes trying to see if there was any pattern in their intervals. It was highly unlikely, but he might as well try. His old skills as a blacksmith trained him to pay attention to the smallest of details, and they had saved his hide more than once away from home. That thought led to an image of his father, arms crossed with a disapproving scowl he always had when he had tried to use reason to prove his point back when he was a lad. Back when he was a child, that face told him that he was wrong. But now, he wasn't going to let that stop him anymore. Delanac was a man in his own right, and even if Carric Ironbrow didn't see eye to eye with his son, they were still family. He said he would prove to his old man that chefs were just as qualified to be called artisans as jewelers and carpenters.

"That's right Delanac, you can't give up now. There's still the rest of the world a-waiting to be found. You've only scratched the surface–curing meat and cooking roasts is just the beginning. It's high time you moved away from what you already know and charge off to new territory. After a sandwich or two, you'll get to Baltil and rub elbows with a brewer. Even if they don't teach you their brew that's fine; as long as you get the basics of making a good ale." The loud crackle of lightning and booming thunder made it hard for him to notice anything else, thus he wasn't aware that his improvised cooking had attracted the attention of someone else.

"Don't look so surprised. Just because we're orcs doesn't mean we're all screaming barbarians."

Aevaeterna

Sun Sep 3, 2017 3:47 AM Post Subject: Sharp Stones, Brittle Bones (P/O)

Aevaeterna

Character Info

Name: Elenoir Kilandre-Alveron

Age: 18 years old

Alignment: TG

Race: Human/Shadow

Gender: Female

Class: Acoustikinetic Mage

Silver: 15

Admittedly, following her nose through a leather helm was not exactly ideal- but neither was being struck by lightning. Leading along her speckled grey companion- Elenoir kept low, darting from shelter to shelter akin to a mouse hiding from a cat (a cat made of lightning, that is). At last, the young woman scrambled beneath the ruins of an ancient building, peeking her head out as her stomach loudly contested the thunder. A small glow of red-orange light catching her attention, over which a large man seemed knelt and feasting. Elenoir filled her lungs with the scents of rain, rock and… Cheese- cooking onions. She almost groaned- why hadn't she packed more food then just salmon-jerky? Hindsight was certainly 20/20, especially when one's pallet depended so much on variety.

Glancing over her shoulder, she caught the slight amber glow of her companion's large yellow eyes. Holding up a finger, she scolds softly," Don't scare the man now- we are going to be nice, alright?" Whether the massive Gyphon understood or not was completely unclear, alas, the owlish beast blinked slowly and hooted wearily in response. Elenoir turned back to the man and his fire, crouching in preparation as she waited for the next lightning strike.

BOOM!

Immediately she darted from cover and quickly scrambled over to the man's own shelter, diving into cover rather unceremoniously as another strike caused rocky shrapnel to fly from a tower a mere half-smile away. Only then, did Ellie look up at the man, her eyes widening a fraction in surprise from her position. An orc? Certainly not what she had expected.

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Delanac Ironbrow

Tue Sep 5, 2017 1:28 PM Post Subject: Sharp Stones, Brittle Bones (P/O)

Delanac Ironbrow

Character Info

Name: Delanac Ironbrow

Age: 25

Alignment: LG

Race: Orc

Gender: Male

Class: Culinarian (i.e. chef)

Silver: 0

Humming to himself to keep the jitters away, he jumped as the next boom of thunder blasted overhead. "Knickers! Putting up a proper racket aren't you? It's nearly enough to make a man jump out of his boots!" He said towards the tempestuous weather. When he looked down back at his onions and cheese, he saw there was a new face under his little outcropping. He was just as surprised as she was to see him, and almost forgot the food was just about done. "Well then! Didn't expect to see a new face here so soon! Hidin' from the sky's tantrums are you? There's plenty room so keep away from the edges." Lifting up the hot skillet, the cheese and onions bubbled together as he set it down on a rock to cool and pulled out a bread roll. Cutting it in half lengthwise, he used the knife to scrape up the melted cheese and onion onto it and covered it with the other half of the bread.

Making sure none was dripping out from the edges, he offered the sandwich to the woman. "Here, I've got plenty more where that's from. The lightning's not letting up anytime soon, so no need to rush." Cleaning off the grease from the skillet, he folded up the rag to be washed with suds the next time he was at a kitchen. Returning it to his pack, he pulled out a jar of pickles and unscrewed the lid, then removed one. Resealing the jar he bit into the crisp cucumber as the tangy vinegar and spices cleansed his palate from the richness of the cheese. If he'd known that this would be the long way around, he would have packed more food.

"Don't look so surprised. Just because we're orcs doesn't mean we're all screaming barbarians."

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