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Zemryn smells the death. Not the all too familiar smell of a slave beaten to death but rather the smell of the blood of their captors. That smell was forever burned into her mind the night that the shrine fell. Korrud bodies had been in piles. She knew that smell! I wish only to add to it...

So the shortsword... Is it between Zemryn and Gimlak? Faenala and Thorin are mystics, and Gob isn't there yet. I would lean towards Zemryn, only because Gimlak already does a good amount of damage with his fists. Almost as much as a short sword.

Zemryn: Out of Bondage Zemryn’s eyes could be as hard and frigid as the cursed stones she was forced to pry from the dark places of the Rhyot Break. Down a twisting hole where she could only fit by scraping her shoulders bloody, those two glittering eyes could be seen glancing back at the slave...

Appreciate the interest. I believe Elves reach physical maturity at more or less the same age as humans, but then take many years to become 'adults' by the standards of their ancient and hallowed cultures. With Zemryn, being born in a shrine dedicated to a martial goddess like Atemi, very far...

Zemryn Neveryn Paladin 1 - High Elf (Neutral Good) STR 11(+0) DEX 17(+3) CON 13(+1) INT 10(+0) WIS 12(+1) CHA 13(+1) AC 13 INIT 3 SPD 30 HP 11/11 PASSIVE PERCEPTION 11 Six years of bondage to the Korrud had seen Zemryn grow into a woman. She was small of build, but strong and...

I'm in. I like the concept, could make for some good writing. Character creation in progress...

Dain slid to a halt near the tree-man, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his sword as it roared angrily at him in a strange and exotic tongue. He looked briefly at the dog, perhaps hoping for some clarification, but saw the same bewilderment there that he himself felt. What was this...

Dain had a head of steam that was hard for him to stop. Or maybe it was that it felt too good to stop. Either way, he barely broke pace when the hound vanished around the trunk of a huge oak and in fact sped up at the sound of the strange 'bark'. What in the gods was that? <Perception check...

Release the Hounds! - Dain Dain ate his food in relative silence, occasionally scanning the surroundings with squinted eyes. The sky troubled him. The wind troubled him. Guiding a group of good people into a coming storm of death troubled him. In his mind he heard the blaring of trumpets, and...

Dain absorbed the information the man was giving as thoroughly as he could. So it was all real. The visions of the creatures might have begun to fade, with each passing day becoming more like a dream than a prophecy. But now, as the man spoke of them, his eyes filled with horror and sadness at...

Dain listened to the man, slowly walking forward towards him. So it begins. The frontier is the first to feel the effects of this...invasion. Will we be the only ones heading towards it and not from it? Are we mad, or are we possessed by the words of the underworld queen? The man was...

Dain had kept his distance from the man, having gone no further than where he had interacted with the hound. When the man awakened and addressed them nervously, Dain simply nodded. There was a hint of pride in the ranger's face, borne of youthful arrogance and the strength of traveling in...

Dain listened to the refreshingly simple and uncluttered words of the hound. He gave a slight growl in his throat, and then twisted his head back and to the side, motioning towards where they had come from. He refrained from sniffing the animal's backside. His answer to the hound sounded like a...

Dain continued on, the smell of the bread beginning to mix with that of a fire. Behind him, the conversation Magaw was having with Metea drifted through his thought. He has a loose tongue for being a disembodied skull...I preferred Annit's company, she was quieter. And had nicer eyes... His...

Dain stood on the other side of the river, and after a brief examination of the landscape he turned and waited for the others to cross over. Metea's ice sculpture and Otiroth's fawning forced a brief shake of Dain's head, but whether he was amused or annoyed it was impossible to say. Well they...

The snake had died quickly. Serpents are sacred to you, Essithea. They emerge from the dark places and whisper prophecy. Let its blood find its way to you, seeping downwards. Dain took a quick moment to wipe his blade in the grass in a ritualistic transferal accompanied by a murmuring of...

Normally, if Dain had encountered the snake on his own, he would have simply ran from it and avoided a confrontation. This would have been both out of respect for its own right-to-life and not wanting to be bitten. But now, with others behind him and all of them in danger, he decided he had...

Dain's head jerks to his left as he sees what could be scales flashing in the sun. He rips his sword free of its scabbard with a strong motion and unslings his shield from his back to grip in his left hand. It isn't that he's paranoid. Not after what happened to them in the old mine. No, it's...

Dain takes a step back, watching the fox, as Metea's conjuration takes effect and a path of stones slides over the thorn bushes. He almost says something, but ultimately stays silent. He agreed with Jeovanna's assessment. It was important they maintain their positions. They had not been...

Dain lifted his chin, following the scent of food with his eyes. Towards the west. Essithea...are you close? I long for you. "We should follow the scent of food. Perhaps we will find the girl who lost this fox, and perhaps there will be folks eager to speak of the world." The woods looked...