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Post by schribbit on Oct 4, 2015 1:55:32 GMT -6
The two fell in step. "I bet it's also an honor to have lost so quickly." She began to walk a little faster.
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Post by norimo on Oct 4, 2015 1:55:30 GMT -6
Name: Ooro, The Hermit
Past: In search of a more peaceful, serene life where she could do as she pleased and stay away from conflict, Ooro fled from civilization long ago and became a "forest-hermit." She made her new life in the woods and strictly stayed there. As content as she once was, the fearen had begun to wreck havoc in the woods- interrupting her tranquil life. She seeks to merge with civilization again in order to combat the fearen, with hopes of returning to the forest someday. As a side note, many people who wander question Ooro's race, as she is bestowed with animal features, but does not have a tail. Personality: Despite living as a hermit for years, Ooro is extremely extroverted and friendly. They often helped those who would wander into the woods or make conversation with them. She loves to make new friends whenever and sees everyone as a possibility. Unfortunately, due to being shut-off from society, sometimes she may get lost in translation, and not understand exactly what someone else may be trying to convey, and may convey her own feelings through strange gestures.
Fighting Abilities: Ooro is less of a fighter and more of a scavenger. Back when she lived in the woods, she had to make a living on her own, thus hunted, gathered, and crafted her own materials and needs. She also learned medical aid, as with often hunting, she suffered many wounds. While Ooro is very agile, they are not deft in physical combat, and prefer to avoid confrontation. Physical appearance:
________________________________________"If you have anything else to say, I suggest you say it now. Otherwise, I'll be heading back to the church." From the distance, a pair of ears perked up from afar. Something could be heard, rustling frantically through the grass. The noise drew nearer, and louder, until a figure appeared, quickly rushing itself up to the man. The figure could now be discerned as a tall woman, approximately standing slightly over six feet. Her long, dark nails scrape against the church's step as she scurries above the platform, blocking the doors. "Excuse me," she points to the man's arm, "you're going to need more than that," she laughs half-heartedly. Without even asking, she quickly grabs hold of his injured limb, before flinching for a moment. She pauses for a few seconds, looking as though she forgot something, "... Sorry, may I?" she loosens her grip on the wound.
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 4, 2015 2:00:33 GMT -6
Rylan increased his pace, as well
"Yes, truly an honor to 'fall' at the hands of a winner by default. By the way, how's your body feeling. From the way you fell to the floor, writhing in pain, I'd say not good."
Rylan was taken aback by Ooro grabbing his arm.
"Uh.. I had intended to make a sort of casting paste myself, but if you'd like, I won't object to your medical attention. Who..are you.? I don't remember seeing you in the church before we began training?"
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Post by schribbit on Oct 4, 2015 2:03:43 GMT -6
Daryn was reminded of the pain in her chest. She muttered to herself as Rylan was distracted by... whatever just grabbed him. "It would sure be nice if someone could help out with my pain. That's what mages are for. Right? Hmph." Daryn sat down, not next to anyone, and tried to soothe her pain by sitting as still as she could.
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 4, 2015 2:09:29 GMT -6
Rylan looked toward Daryn, feeling a bit guilty now.
"Uuuuuh..." He rummaged through his pockets with the arm that wasn't being held until he found a glass bottle filled with a pink, shimmering liquid.
"Hey, Daryn. Drink this. It should help soothe the pain. Just give the bottle back when you're done."
He tossed the bottle towards Daryn
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Post by schribbit on Oct 4, 2015 2:12:36 GMT -6
Daryn, not expecting this, flailed her arms a bit. She managed to catch the bottle, though awkwardly, between her fingers.
"Uh..." She eyed the bottle warily. Couldn't someone have just waved their arm and gotten rid of her pain? Looked like she had no other choice.
"Thanks. And... Well. Sorry for that. I guess." She downed the liquid and threw the bottle back. She felt the pain quickly dissipate from her body. Nice.
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Post by Evan on Oct 4, 2015 2:14:47 GMT -6
By the time Alroth stopped laughing, the other two had walked away. Alroth stood still again, and a firefly circled his head a few times. A few seconds later the warrior turned and wandered toward the steps of the church where the others had gathered. Now with different thoughts in mind, he decided to strike up more of a normal conversation.
"So... heh" one last echo of laughter "None of you live in this village?"
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Post by LadyAurablade on Oct 4, 2015 2:15:31 GMT -6
"What is a village?" asked Altheron.
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Post by norimo on Oct 4, 2015 2:18:24 GMT -6
"Uh.. I had intended to make a sort of casting paste myself, but if you'd like, I won't object to your medical attention. Who..are you.? I don't remember seeing you in the church before we began training?"  The corners of her lips curled, "Ooro!," she replies proudly, raising her voice slightly as to make an impression. Her eyebrows quirk slightly at the mention of the church, "Well, to tell ya the truth, I've only barely found this place. While you and the miss were fighting," she nods at Daryn, "I was sitting from afar, watching you two brawl- excellent fighters, the both of you!" She rotates his arm slightly, inspecting it, "How'd ya do that flame thing by the way?" but before a reply could be given, she abruptly brings her teeth to the bandages, and tears them off rather... ferociously. The tearing creates a sound loud enough to be heard from a few yards away, there was truly no restraint. Ooro prods at the wound with her finger in a few spots, as though assuring something, before reaching behind herself. It seems there's a pouch on the back of her belt, but she shuffles through it for a moment with a worried look. "Drats, I don't have any water on me. This might be a little uncomfortable," she licks the crevice of the wound, before promptly spitting out the dirtied blood that was about it. She reaches into her pouch once more. "Bite your tongue!" she smiles, before bringing out a thread and needle, weaving it in and out of the skin quickly- it's apparent she's done this before, as she doesn't even hesitate with the work. Her head turns momentarily away from her thread to Daryn, "Oh and you! Your swordsmanship is stunning," she continues, before finishing up the last stitch on his arm. |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Oct 4, 2015 2:18:49 GMT -6
Looking up at the armored being, ignoring the strange mans question of what a village was, Urzul spoke.
"I only took shelter here recently. I would not say I live here."
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Post by Evan on Oct 4, 2015 2:26:55 GMT -6
"Heheheheheh perfect." Alroth giggled eagerly. For a six foot man in heavy armor with a mace, he sounded too much like an excited schoolgirl at times. "In that case I can take what I want!" he cheered, eyeing the doors to the church.
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Post by schribbit on Oct 4, 2015 2:27:13 GMT -6
Daryn blanches. "I-is it?" she was put a bit off by the display of the tall one's medical treatment. "Well, naturally." She clears her throat. "And... where do you come from? W-whatever you are..."
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 4, 2015 2:27:55 GMT -6
"GAaaaaahhh!"
A shiver was sent up Rylan's spine as Ooro licked his wound.
This woman....she is a bit odd....
Rylan clenched his fist as she started to stitch his wound shut
"Uh... to answer the question from before, I just do a prayer to the Gods and that allows me to access the magic flowing through my body, if that makes any sense."
Rylan looks at his arm as she finishes the stitching.
Wow..She works incredibly fast!
"Thank you very much, Ooro! I really appreciate it!"
Rylan smiled warmly towards her.
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Post by LadyAurablade on Oct 4, 2015 2:41:57 GMT -6
Altheron sits up abruptly at the sight of the beast who introduced her(?)self as Ooro. He had never seen anything like Ooro before.
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Post by norimo on Oct 4, 2015 2:45:57 GMT -6
Ooro howls with laughter as Rylan yells out, "Are you used to magical treatment? You did hand that bottle to the miss just a moment ago," she nods. "Often those who are accustomed to that find it difficult the all-natural way, but to be fair, it is a bit painful I suppose." She shoots him a crooked grin upon receiving thanks, "The pleasure is mine!"
She turns her head towards Daryn once more, "Where I'm from? My, my, look all around you!" her arms spread wide. "I've been living in the forest for years now. To tell you the truth," her eyes shyly avert, "This is my first time in awhile being near so many people at once again. I don't even really know who this 'Kama' character I'm supposed to find is..." her shoulders droop slightly. "I've heard a little bit, like he's some kind of hero- I guess. Though I've been gone for a long time, so I've either forgotten or never really heard about him."
"But besides that, what are your names?"
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