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Post by Keleero on Sept 5, 2014 21:31:32 GMT 1
OOC: Time for all our elves to fromally introduce themselves to each other! This will be your chance to have your elf say hi to everyone, as well as establish what things they brought along with them to Beacon Call. The belongings-listing is so we as a group can figure out what our elves might need most of all to focus on getting now, other than food. Humans will also be mentioned  Since I haven't heard from Goldenbraid in a while and since Patty is ill, we'll just say goldenbraid and Vareesi are out hunting still and haven't answered/heard Keleero's sending. They can jump in whenever they want of course! (Or they can invent a really cool and death-defying reason their elves couldn't get back to the mountain right away). But present in this thread from the start should be: Badger Choice Edgerunner Jaseio Juniper Keleero No-Sting Panaetha Reefshadow Rokuta Silverthorn Slinker Sunset Swift-Wind and TinderTime: Midnight, about 20-30 minutes after the Making a Shelter thread. Place: Right outside the mountain exit from the Beacon Room, by the firepit. The firepit is shielded by a 1,5 meter high snow wall on the side that isn't facing the mountain. This is to keep anyone, like a human, traveling the forest from seeing the falmes, but only the elves who first arrived know this. Your elves can of course ask about the snow wall. IC:
Keleero let his eyes skim over the gathered crowd one last time before he stopped attempting a lock-sending to Goldenbraid and Vareesi. Wherever they were they weren't answering. "Well," he spoke to the other fourteen elves gathered around the firepit, seated on what furs and evergreen branches could be found to make the gathering more comfortable. "It seems the last two of us are busy elsewhere. I'm sure they'll join us soon..." At least he hoped so. Goldenbraid was strange, being so short and having a pet wolf, but she'd seemed unthreatening enough and they needed all the hunters they had. Vareesi on the other hand reminded him so much of Steepside Mountain in both the good and the bad ways; losing her would make living here - even if that living only was a few months until spring came and he could start looking for a way home - far stranger than it already was. That thought brought him up short for a heartbeat. Did he really want to go home? Home to where a Lord with only ten turns of experience ruled over a divided mountain with a mad elf imprisoned in its tunnels? Keleero shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest, annoyed with himself. This was no the time to get lost in thought. "It seems prudent to start with introductions and what supplies we have to contribute with, so we all can make up a plan of what to do next and what we might need. After everyone has spoken for themselves, I suggest we tell the newest here of what we who arrived first have discovered over the course of the four days we've been here." He shifted his weight from foot to foot. Being the center of attention had never been something Keleero had been comfortable with, even before Elyro's time as Lord of Steepside. And no he had to talk about his magic. Perfect. But there was no reason to be coy now. Most present had seen him shape, after all. "I am Keleero of Steepside Mountain, one of the first to arrive here. As most of you know, I am a Glider and a Rock-Shaper," he said, in the swift manner of someone pulling a dislocated shoulder back into place. "If you need anything made out of stone, I think I'll be able to make it for you. I'm also a decent cook and I can weave if there is a loom to be had. I'm afraid I had nothing with me coming here other than the clothes I'm wearing." With that, he sat back down, leaving room for any of the others to continue. He hoped beyond hope that no one had any crazy ideas about his being able to fly; he was good at hiding, but he wouldn't go sneaking about the woods looking for humans to shoot at him if he so had to challenge the person who'd suggested it. At least, that's what he told himself he would do. OOC: Tag any elf who want to introduce themselves. Also, go to the ' Gathering Time'-thread for an ugly map of the firepit so you can claim a sitting space for your elf 
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Post by Tinder on Sept 5, 2014 22:50:30 GMT 1
Tinder was quiet when the elves gathered round the fire. Thistle lolled in her lap, ears perked as he watched the proceedings with interest. She had taken her seat close to Choice, aware that he and Sunset were the only two elves she knew thus far. It was something of a comfort too to not be completely surrounded by strangers. She was taken aback when Slinker and his wolf Ash chose to sit near enough to feel the fire's warmth, but far enough away to allow Ash room to spread his lupine bulk across the ground.
Tinder frowned when Slinker winked flirtatiously. His smile was warm and infectious too, though the sly waggle of his eyebrows showed a mischievous side. Tinder knew that look too. ~**No, you cannot share my furs**~, she locksent pointedly. Slinker's amused chuckle made her smile. He was incorrigible.
Tinder listened quietly as Keleero introduced himself. She eyed the glider warily as he confirmed himself to be the rockshaper that Choice had identified. She was not comforted by the thought of another rockshaper being in the holt. Tinder sighed as she thought of her soulbrother, Shard, who would likely be arguing with her brother, Dune as he worried over her safety. The tribe would be in an uproar, but they, Tinder knew, would never be able to find her. The magic that had snatched her away, mid-day, was too strange to be understood or named. She could only hope that somehow and someway, that she might be able to find her own way back given enough time.
Tinder did not want to think that her arrival inside this strange place, with these strange elves, could be permanent.
The silence was thick and uncomfortable when Keleero resumed his seat. Tinder cast her eyes around the gathered elves, waiting for someone to stand or step forward to introduce themselves. She sighed when none were forthcoming. Tinder let her voice dispel the silence, though she avoided Keleero's gaze for he made her feel both vulnerable and homesick. He reminded her too much of Shard with his magic, though she suspected that he was many turns of the seasons her soulbrother's elder in age, skill, and ability.
"I am Tinder of the Wild Plains, a holt on the edge of the desert. I and my bond, Thistle, are but two of the newest arrivals". Tinder scratched behind Thistle's ears, her expression soft and loving as she tended the small cat. "I am a fireshaper by magic, but a potter, cook, and tanner by trade. I can fashion things from clay, leather and fur. I use my magic to cook and bake food and clay and sand for making glass. My brother was a healer by magic, though I have none of his skill, it was from him that I learned to make medicines, tonics, and other remedies. I can weave also, braid, and garden, though I lack the skill to hunt or scout". Tinder blushed prettily. "Wild beasts tend to flee when they smell me near. The fire of my magic burns too strongly".
Tinder was quiet afterward, feeling both relieved and awkward in the same moment. She looked to Slinker pleadingly. The wolf-elf, much to her surprise, grinned heartily.
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Post by Slinker on Sept 5, 2014 23:11:25 GMT 1
Slinker was amused when the lovely fireshaper dismissed his interest. She was pretty and exotic with her dark skin and bright leaf-green eyes. He would gladly have shared her furs for a night if only to feel the heat of her magic under his fingertips. He grinned cheekily and winked at her. Her rejection was charming, especially after her little speech. The look she gave him, full of desperation, would have melted ice. Slinker nodded as he called the gathering's attention to himself. He was comfortable with such things, finding it eerily similar to his own tribe's regular Howls.
Ash snorted lazily as he lay his great shaggy head across his paws. Slinker was curled into his flank, laying back, legs and arms crossed. He was perfectly content to lounge while these strange elves around them, fussed and fidgeted. Even, Birdie, much to Slinker's amusement seemed uncomfortable. Slinker winked at the bird-elf, a salacious grin on his lips as he introduced himself to the other elves.
"I am Slinker and this", he said warmly as he nodded to the wolf at his back. "Is Ash, my wolf bond of Shadow Green Holt". Slinker was quick to narrow his eyes at Rokuta and Keleero. "No he is not a pet or a giant squirrel. He is my brother, my friend, and my partner in the Hunt". Slinker grinned and bared his fangs in the firelight. "I am a hunter and scout for my tribe. I can track and make snares. I can fish and make things with my hands. I have no magic to shape rock or fire, but I am a strong sender able to think across long distances, provided there is someone somewhere else to listen".
Slinker paused for a moment considering. He looked across the fire to Keleero, a smirk on his lips, as he revealed a choice titbit. "I also have a travois filled with supplies. Some weapons, food, furs, leather ready to be made into clothes or other things", he admitted with a sidelong glance at Tinder. "And a few wine and waterskins too. I have other things as well, not much, but I think it will find a use if placed in the right hands", he added with a glance at the grumpy healer, Panaetha. "In my tribe, one shares the bounty one has with all to the benefit of all. What is mine is yours if you want it". He grinned at Keleero and winked cheekily. ~**Now who has bad manners, Birdie?**~, he asked in locksend.
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Post by Jaseio on Sept 6, 2014 0:37:00 GMT 1
Not wanting to think too much about the situation she was in, she had been staring into the flames, focusing only on the dancing warm light. The warmth of the fire was comforting, and it reminded her of when the herd gathered by their evening fires. They would often eat their food, and share some words of how the day had gone by, and occasionally they would gather for something bigger.
Soon, in a couple of turns the heard would probably hold a big feast with remnants of the winters stock, celebrating the time to leave the caves heated by the burning mountain, but also the soon to be Steed-choosing. She would miss that... Miss the feeling the large herds of horses running by her. She wondered what Hreggsvöl, and the others would do when she didn't return. She was quiet lost in her thoughts, when Rjúkandi snorted in the background just before Keleero began his introductions, pulling her out of her deep thoughts. Just behind her was the saddle, and the other things that had been on Rjúkandi's back when they arrived. He still wore the braided leather rope bridle though.
As it all began she looked at the elves the other elves when they talked. Still, she couldn't shake off her awe of Keleero's stone shaping. It reminded her of the ancient elves mentioned in the tales. The herd hadn't seen a stoneshaper since the first comers.
The thought of fire shaping, still didn't sound right to her. How could fire be controlled so easily? It was something that raged, singing any who tried to come too near it. But she had seen as Tinder, the fireshaper, had worked on the wonderful fire that was now in the center of all this, and she had been convinced that this magic was very useful, if a tad bit frightening.
As Slinker introduced himself, she still thought him as intriguing and eccentric, as when she first exchanged a few words with him. He reminded her a bit of Edgerunner, with how carefree he seemed, just in a different way. They couldn't really be compared at all, she thought. When he finished his introductions, a short silence befell the small crowd, and Jaseio looked over to Edgerunner trying to catch his attention. She felt she had wronged him in a way, and felt like she had to apologise, and tell him how much he had been missed, but also how happy she was to see him again. But she didn't know if she had the courage to approach him after the gathering ended.
She mustered her courage. *Might as well get it over with sooner or later.* She heard a low neigh in the background which encouraged her to talk.
"I-.." Her voice got caught in her throat, and she tried again, "I'm Jaseio of the Fireriders, a herd that lives by traversing the forests and plains surrounding a fire mountain. Rjúkandi," she looked back at his shadow in the background for a moment before continuing, "is my travelling partner, friend and steed. I was a herder, but also a tanner, and since I don't have a herd to herd, I guess I can't do that any more," She gave a shy smile to no one in particular, "I can hunt too, but I am most comfortable working with leather. I can make a lot of things other than clothes if needed." As she tried to remember all that she had packed, a small pause came to be, "I have a couple of sleeping furs, that I can share, and also a water skin, and a little bit of dried meat. It's not much, but it's something. Oh, I almost forgot I can communicate very well with horses, but I'm not as good with other animals" She could feel the many pairs of eyes on her, and her cheeks had reddened, colouring her cheeks gently. She quickly looked down onto the snow-covered ground, when she was done talking. She didn't like the attention, and fiddled with one of her longer braids, glancing a bit at the elves sitting on either of her sides.
OOC: Added her telling of her magic.. ^^ I completely forgot that D: xD
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Post by Badger on Sept 7, 2014 7:14:39 GMT 1
Badger had settled nearby No-Sting, and kept her eyes at each elf who introduced themselves. Sadly, the question of the diet had not popped up, but the fisher elf thought it would eventually come up. By this time, she had managed to clean and cut the fish, roughly split in half. The other half had been brought nearby the fire, held up by a thin, sturdy and sharp stick Juniper had provided. Now the piece of fish would cook nicely for those who did not like it raw.
Silently, Badger was cutting thin strips of the raw piece of fish, offering one to No-Sting. She was not sure how the tuft-eared female liked her food, but a friendly gesture was never a bad idea. While working with the fish, she listened as Keleero, Tinder, Slinker and Jaseio introduced themselves, but the grey-eyed female was not sure if she should go next. Badger decided to wait a few moments.
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OoC: As noted, Badger is not introducing herself just yet.
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Post by Juniper on Sept 7, 2014 7:47:37 GMT 1
Juniper had kept himself nearby the shelter. Skulk did not like the presence of the other wolf and other animals -- and by all means, Juniper did not wish any discomfort to his shy bond. He watched the introductions, taking notes of the things the elves said they carried or about the magic powers they possessed. It was not sure if it was the basic instinct or what, but Juniper felt the presence of the fireshaper really discomforting. He tried to avoid glaring at Tinder, but he could not help it. Juniper was stressed out about the fireshaper suddenly bursting into flames and maybe setting the whole forest on fire -- it was not a reasonable fear, but Juniper's mind was not negotiating about it.
He harrumphed a little, once the no-hump rider had ended her introduction, then getting up from his seat. Skulk whined, but he gave a friendly pat on her head, then stepping closer to the circle of elves.
"I am Juniper, the treeshaper of Starhill Holt." he said, his tone of voice calm. "I was called with my bond Skulk", he gestured towards the wolf in the shadows, "As said, my magic skills are limited to trees and plants, and I have been working on the shelter for those who do not find themselves comfortable in the caves."
He did not mean any offence on this. "I can also carve, fight, hunt and make bows and arrows. I have knowledge of herbal remedies and poisons."
His knowledge of plants was not much during the winter's cold, but to be honest, he did not wish to keep anything from these strangers -- it seemed they were going to be stuck together for a little while, anyway.
"When I was tossed here, I carried my knife, my bow and arrows, my water skin..." There was a thoughtful pause, "I also have some tools to make more arrows, but the arrows will be somewhat crude, I am afraid. Other than that, just my furs and leathers on me."
Juniper had finished his turn to talk.
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Post by No-Sting on Sept 8, 2014 0:20:50 GMT 1
No-Sting sat skinning the two hares she'd caught, unsure of what to think of all this. So many newcomers! And most of them as strange looking as her fellows first had looked to her. Did that one elf have fins?!
She listened to the presentations as they past, one by one. What Keleero said was nothing new to her, nor did Juniper's words bring any news, but she did her best to remember what the three new elves who'd spoken had said.
Tinder, Slinker and Jaseio. The two first would be fairly easy to remember, but No-Sting still had a hard time remembering names in the old language. They weren't completely odd to her, but they were the sort of names that belonged to the First Born, to stories. Not to elves she could see and speak to, as strange as they looked.
The fire magic was frightening, thought Tinder seemed decent enough a person. No-Sting had lived to see one forest fire and that was one too many.
Slinker's generosity was a relief, as was the fact that he'd gotten so much with him to wherever they now were. The furs sounded best of all; she was very tired of sleeping in her clothes on evergreen branches.
Jaseio she couldn't quite place, even though she was happy she too could offer furs. Bonding with a prey-animal was odd enough, but communicating with animals other than your bond-friend? Unheard of. And what was a fire mountain?
No-Sting took the piece of fish Badger offered her, glad for the distraction. She also took note of the fact that Badger hadn't gotten up to introduce herself yet. No-Sting found herself mimic that, staying seated as the group waited for someone to follow Juniper's introduction.
She did move a little though, to share her piece of the fish with Swift-Wind.
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Post by Rokuta on Sept 8, 2014 17:37:57 GMT 1
The boy sat down between Keleero and Jaseio, listened silent tot he telling from the others. He didn’t said anything about the “it’s my friend and not a large squirrel or a pet” from Slinker – it doesn’t matter how that beast was called. Even if there was fish, he didn’t want to eat something right now, not in the middle of the night and not out here in the cold. With the fire magic, rock or tree shaping did he have no problem – these abilities were known on his homeplace. Only the rock shaping was a thing he compared with the ancestors of his world, this people who had made the big rocks that were used as a living place in the time of the Flodding. When no one else seemed to start speaking, Rokuta began: “I’m Rokuta, from the Mangrove Forests People of Vineta. When I came here, I had with me a fishnet, a rope – both already in use as a gill net – a knife, a water bag and my Manriki. That’s ermm…a kind of weapon. Not deadly for elves, but good for hunting smaller animals. The magic I can use is shielding and I’m quite good at that…if it’s from any use. I’m a Scouter and a Trapper, but I’m not used on places where the ground is not covered with water…on my home the only things that stand out are the Mangroves and the Cliffs, where we live while the Flooding. We also have no big animals, so till I get to know the ones living here, the only traps I can set up are fish traps. But we shouldn’t overdo it with fishing, even if it’s an easy way to get food. That small water isn’t big enough to recovers fast.” When ended he waited for any questions, looking short at every person around the fire.
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Post by Sunset on Sept 9, 2014 6:43:49 GMT 1
Sunset watched, eyes in shadow as she sat cross-legged near the fire, watching the kitten doze in her lap. What would she say? She listened to Tinder's introduction and her brow furrowed in confusion. How was it possible? Little Mirage...she could not be old enough to have learned how to do all the things she claimed to be skilled at. Once Rokuta finished, she sighed. She did not stand, but raised her voice enough to be heard over the crackle of flames.
"I am Sunset, also of the Wild Plains, although I have not been a part of that holt for many full turns." The kitten in her lap chirped in his sleep and she stroked his belly gently. "This small one does not have a name yet, but he is my bond-friend. I rescued him from the sands and sun. Once, I was herder and cubsitter -" she smiled faintly at Tinder, although her face was shadowed with sadness. "I do best tracking, and I have a decent enough hand with snares and nets. Hand me a sling and I can bring down a bushtail with one stone. I have no magic to speak of but sending."
She quietly looked back down from the circle of elves, to the kitten sleeping in her lap, and once more lost herself in thought.
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Post by Reefshadow on Sept 9, 2014 6:50:43 GMT 1
Sitting silently in shadow, long, webbed fingers tapping idly on cool, comforting stone, Reefshadow watched each elf in turn. Keleero, he could remember; he wasn't sure he'd ever forget the face of a glider. The others he would learn later, as it became necessary. They were all so strange; so many of them were so very, very small, and not from youth. His sister could not be older than more than a few of them. Thinking of Wavesong, all sandsparkle and laughter, caused a feeling of pain and loss in his chest, but he kept it well-hidden and off of his face. He could not yet afford - if he ever were able - to show weakness to these elves.
He remained seated in absolute silence, though he eyed the meager offerings of fish that the grey-eyed elf worked on, her expression as watchful and careful as his own.
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Post by Choice on Sept 9, 2014 22:00:41 GMT 1
Choice could barely contain his excitment. After the initial shock and the emotional turmoil of the elves around him, he'd hardly been able to focus on his own joy. Other elves! Elves that would sit close him, heal him, help him keep warm and say thank you when he did things for them in turn. He couldn't help hugging both Dance and Sneak close, just basking in the company of them and the elves. Listening to the others present themselves was fascinating. So much magic! Such strange tribes, with strange wolves - that looked much broader and darker than his long legs, but despite that and the shorter legs there was some resemblance! And they were all here...far from their friends and kin. That took the edge off Choice's joy a bit. He felt selfish, being so happy about having been taken to wherever they were now, when others had suffered the loss of a safe and happy home. Pushing to his feet, Choice took the opportunity to speak after Sunset had fallen silent. "I am Choice, o-of a tribe called The Long Legs." At least he had been. "And these are my friends, Dance and Sneak. Dance is my bond and Sneak is his mate, and they're both good friends to me and all elves." He gave the maned wolves a pat on their heads and they let their tongues hang out in a sign of friendliness. "We hunt well together, so we hope to help bring in food, even though we aren't used to all this white, cold stuff. We're good at gathering too; long legs eat pretty much anything, fruit or animal, that's smaller than them." With another affectionate ruffle of Dance and Sneak's fur, he continued: "Other than hunting I'm a good tracker, a decent gatherer and I can make some tools and weapons from bone and flint. I'm best at making small darts, should anyone have need of that. I know a fair amout about what grows back where I come from, but I suspect that might be of little use here. I've never seen trees like that before." He glanced toward the treeline. "I can also weave, but I fear I make poor use of the cloth I make." He held out his arms to show off his simply made tunic and trousers. With me I only have this waterskin," he gestured at it hanging by his side, hanging from a rope around his waist, "this dagger and my trusted hammerstone." He getured at the dagger, next to the waterskin, and the small pouch that contained his hammerstone. "T-that's really all I have to say. Other than I am glad to have met you all and that I hope we together can help each other survive and florish!" He sat back down, smiling at everyone. He hoped it looked more encouraging than thrilled at the prospect of being stuck where they were. Because if they couldn't go back home, there'd be no reason for him to leave either. Who knew if any of their old tribes would welcome him, if they were found. OOC: Long legs is the elf-name for maned wolves, just to make things clear. In case someone wanted to know more about maned wolves, they look like this. I know that's Wikipedia in Swedish, it just had better pictures than the English version, so just switch language to read the info if you want. Bascially, maned wolves look like big foxes with ridiculously long legs. To compare them with wolves (well, the largest kind of wolves), here are some quick numbers: - Height from ground to withers; wolves (80cm), maned wolves (70-90cm) - Weight; wolves (80kg), maned wolves (20-35kg) - Length; wolves (160cm), maned wolves (120-130cm) So, same height approximately, but the maned wolves are much thinner and a bit shorter from nose to tail-tip. |
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Post by Keleero on Sept 9, 2014 22:31:15 GMT 1
Keleero was surprised by the confusing comment Slinker had lock-sent him. 'Now who has bad manners?' How did that in any way apply here? Had something Keleero said been rude? No, he didn't think so.
~**That makes no sense and I hope you know that,**~ he chose to lock-send back to Slinker. ~**Having been taken here against my will is hardly bad manners whether I had belongings with me or not. Or is this only about you? Do you think you can barter your way out of having made such rude comments earlier? You think you can trade away bad memories with weapons and more comfortable sleeping arrangements?**~ The mere suggestion of it, though it had been made by Keleero himself, brought forth unease. He knew elves who were terribly good at that - treating you like less than filth one moment and then buying back your friendship with apologies and fine gifts. He would not fall for such a trap again.
To distract himself from that thought, Keleero got up after Choice had spoken and said:
"Before anyone else speaks, I have a suggestion. First, we should warn all the newcomers of the danger nearby." He pointed at the treeline. "Not far from here, by the sea beyond the forest, some humans have made their home. They do not know we're here, so we should be safe for now, but it's good to keep in mind while wandering the woods. You could stumble upon humans at any time, so be careful."
He let that sink in for a heartbeat, hoping there would be no panic, before saying: "Secondly, I suggest we name the magical artifact, the stone, that got us here the 'Beacon'. It's a word my people used for the fires humans lit to guide their people home. This is of course not our home, but since it's a word for a human thing I thought it might denote the danger of the object, as well as its seeming function."
He cleared his throat. "That was all I had to say. Please forgive my interruption."
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Post by Badger on Sept 11, 2014 17:05:49 GMT 1
Badger felt a pair of eyes watching her, but the female tried to shake it off. It was ridiculous, who would be watching her -- this was a gathering and everybody's eyes were directed at someone every now and then. She frowned a little, as she raised her gaze from her work -- the fish had been soon cut to thin slices. There was not enough to feed everyone completely full, but the fisher had done her best to provide. She would not have any regrets.
She watched the tall bird-elf, as he spoke of humans -- again, that weird concept and word, and the grey-eyed wolfrider did not quite understand it. Badger sighed and then got up from her seat, once Keleero had finished with his turn to speak.
"My name is Badger.", she introduced herself, "And where I come from, there are no humans."
She was pretty sure she heard a scoff from Juniper's general direction.
"I would appreciate if anyone can fill me in about humans later. I wish to know more of them." Badger then added, her voice gaining a little strength compared to the usual shyness.
There was a thoughtful silence, as she tried to find SOMETHING to tell about herself.
"I came from the Shadow Wood Holt -- or actually, a splinter from the Holt." she then explained, "The good earth was rich, but was not able to provide for us all, so some of us left to find new place to live. The splinter tribe settled nearby a seashore, which was all fine by me, as I am a fisher by my trade. For magic, I have nothing else than sending. I also have an eye for appraising items for their value, but I am sure there is no trolls to trade with around here."
She blushed a little and shrugged.
"I--uhh... I don't carry much anything else than the clothes on my back and my sling and knife. I have still tried to provide something to eat."
Badger gestured towards the pieces of fish, both raw and the ones sizzling gently by the fire. "Please, help yourselves a snack, if you wish."
After that, she sat back on her place.
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Post by Edgerunner on Sept 11, 2014 22:06:50 GMT 1
Edgerunner had sat down next to Juniper, directly opposite of Jaseio. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see how she tried to catch his attention, and he averted his eyes every time. It wasn't that he didn't wanted to look at her, because he did - she was as beautiful as ever - he just didn't want to see the look in her eyes. All the sadness in them reminded him of home and of what she had told him... His avoiding-Jaseio-game ended, when the elf named Badger - what was it with her and that fish? - had introduced herself, and a short silence took over. Edgerunner desided to get his introduction overwith, and fixated his eyes on Tinder and Slinker in turn, so he would still avoid meeting Jaseios eyes and at the same time appeared as if looking at everybody. "I'm Edgerunner of the Fireriders, or Edge for short," he said. "Asi - the spotted horse outside of our little cold snow-wall - is my bond. I am a hunter and a tracker, and I use a spear. I have some materials for my work as I was on my way home when the.." he hesitated and looked at Kaleero to be sure to get it right," Beacon? When the Beacon.. called me? Took me? When the Beacon did it's stuff, I was heading home to the fire mountain after a hunt. At the time, though, it was summer, so I could use some warmer clothes.. Oh, and I have also apparently been dead the past half turn..." He lowered his gaze and sat down again, feeling much more alone than should be possible when surronded by elves. OOC: I have a hell of a lot homework, lectures and assignments right now, as I am doing my Masters at the university, so please bear with me and my somewhat short and not-so-responding-posts. I don't want to slow this thread down, so if you feel like skipping my turn, it is fine - now your elves can get a sense of what's goin on with Edge right now, and then I think I'm better off in smaller threads where it doesn't matter if I'm not able to read everybody's posts and answer faster (: Edge will just be anti-social and quiet the rest of the gathering if it fits  |
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Post by Panaetha on Sept 12, 2014 6:09:14 GMT 1
Panaetha listened quietly as the others spoke, though she noticed certainly when Slinker looked at her. Though she couldn't possibly know it, she and Keleero were of one mind when it came to him; he was rude, suspicious, and he would not buy her trust with supplies. His glance was met with cool indifference.
One by one, the elves introduced each other, and the half-glider couldn't quite wrap her head around some of them. Rokuta's world sounded positively foreign, and some of the words he used were so unlike her own. Jaseio and Edgerunner seemed...awkward around each other, though they were from the same tribe. Tinder and Sunset seemed to be of the same tribe as well, though there was something else between them...but she couldn't put her finger on it. Once Tinder had mentioned her lack of skill at hunting, Panaetha had to suppress a sigh; but her magic would be far more valuable in these cold moons. One elf, who hadn't yet spoken, looked like a fish and an elf had mated; he was the most baffling of all.
She nodded at Keleero's suggestion of naming the artifact that brought all the elves to this strange place the "Beacon." Her own tribe used a similar method to signal for hunters. Often, for days at a time, the pride would split into hunting groups to track prey in different directions. If a team was successful, they would light a signal fire to let the other teams know of that success. Each team would also keep track of how many signal fires were made; sometimes they would head home after one, other times, after three. It all depended on how much game was in the area. She'd heard of humans too, but to her pride and to her mother's kin, they were no more than legends; they hadn't been seen for many hands of turns.
As Edgerunner's introduction ended, Panaetha figured it was time for hers. "My name is Panaetha," she started, not standing as some had chosen to do. "I am of the Tiger's Eye Pride, a group of cat-blooded elves; however, the blood of Gliders flows through my veins as well." She would not mention them again unless pressed; there was no reason to talk of Qellara and her...questionable leadership. "As many have noticed, I am a healer, and I can glide as well. My kind does not carry much, so I have very little to share; we rely on our claws and fangs more than any other weapon. Since I was not born with as much cat blood as the rest of the tribe, I carry a talon-whip," she gestured to the shining, clawed weapon on her hip. "I am most skilled at fishing," she continued, holding up her hands; she may not have inherited her father's fangs, but his claws were certainly there. "My gliding makes me a decent scout."
"When I was taken, I had...I had just put my sister to bed. She is still such a kitten." A sad smile curled the corners of Panaetha's lips, and she stared into the fire. "I was in the trees, getting ready to sleep while gazing at The Great Panther. He is not in the stars here...I have searched, but..." She blinked and shook her head a little, her tail lashing behind her and betraying her feelings to those who could see. "In my pride, humans are rarely heard of...they are the stuff of legends, scary stories we tell the kittens. One has not been seen in countless turns."
An irritated growl came from behind her, and she looked over her shoulder to see Pardus's golden eyes staring her down, and his tail thumping against the ground. She looked back at the group, lifting her arm a little to let the panther in. "This is Pardus. We...arrived together, but had never met before. He is...an anomaly." The panther looked at her with an almost sarcastic look, then rested his head on her knee.
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