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Character's Name: Miara

Nicknames: Mia

Age: 121

Gender: Female

Species: Water nymph

Abilities: Not as strong as your average water nymph, and sometimes gets flack for that, but definitely knows her way around high magic. She's a gifted healer, and while she's shy, she's got a calming presence.

Appearance: 

Personality: Gentle and quiet, Miara is a friendly face to travelers near Odslig Lake. She lives by her waterfall, which she calls the Starfall for reasons best known to her, a bit to the west of Sirithell. She's a devout worshiper of Nialle. Her little home, carved from the rock by wind and water and sheltered behind the Starfall, is open to any weary traveler seeking a place to rest, but she's the only long-term inhabitant and has grown a bit lonely over the years. The closest thing she has to friends are the mermaids in the lake, whom she chats with when she's foraging at the shores.

Roleplay Sample: 


Miara climbed the path to the Starfall with practiced ease, one hand on the railing she'd built from bits of wood and the other holding a basket of berries. She stepped through the gap between the rock and the falls, enjoying the mist spraying onto her hair.

Her three houseguests were sleeping soundly, and she took a moment to give them a fond smile. Noticing that one of the empty pallets was starting to wither, she made a mental note to collect more moss the next day, setting the basket down on its shelf. Moss-gathering would bring her down to the lake, she realized, and smiled at the thought of seeing the mermaids again.

For now, though, she was exhausted. She stepped through the curtain she'd hung to shelter her own little corner of the cave. Not much was back here, just her bedding and a little shrine to Nialle.

Miara stood for a moment before the shrine, giving thanks for her waterfall as she did every evening. Then all that was left to do was to step out of her sandals, change into a shift, blow out the lantern, and lay down...

The fur of Miara's blanket was soft, and the frame was piled high with moss and feathers. She couldn't possibly have been more comfortable.

Still, she was lonely, and that made it hard to sleep.

Hey there, I'm new around here. Call me Moons if my username's too clunky. I'm a girl with a love of all things magical and a tendency to ramble endlessly.

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Race: lion
Artist https://www.deviantart.com/kumotogi

Name: Jarnel

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Species: Human (Wildblood)

Abilities: Extremely proficient in earth magic, with a few rudimentary water spells to augment it. Both come very much in handy in his sculpting, allowing him to create beautiful works of art in all sorts of shapes, practical or purely decorative. Can also pack quite a punch when it comes down to fighting.

Appearance: Six and a half feet tall, with an unruly mop of mud-brown hair. His skin is dark, and seems almost stretched over his stocky, sturdy frame. He tends to dress in rough, simple clothing, and constantly has mud under his nails.

Personality: A very rough, quiet man, with a tendency to speak in short, simple sentences during normal conversation. Has quite the soft spot for animals and children, though, and will gladly open up when  playing with them or talking about his work. Also, notably, one of the few Wildblood to manage living in a bigger community.

Thread Status: Open
Players involved: Sparx
Characters involved: James
Setting: East Sleibte, crossroads town somewhere between Ecuru and Nuru
Time: Current, early morning
Weather: Cool, thin fog

Quest Name: "You want what from where?"
Quest Reward: 800gp + ???
Times Quest Has Been Done: 0/1

The morning air was still cool with dew and a light blanket of fog as townspeople began to emerge from their houses and get to work for the day. The local bulletin board was largely ignored, as everyone had their own lives to worry about, with no time for the ridiculous, inconvenient, or even dangerous favors their neighbors couldn’t handle themselves.

Fortunately for those with requests, a young, scruffy man had just strolled into town looking for something ridiculous, inconvenient, or even dangerous to do. This traveler, who could not be much folder than adolescence, had a scrappy air about him, with eagerness in his bright blue eyes. While he mostly looked human, he had pointed ears that were not quite like an elf’s, and part of what made him seem fiery may have been the fact that he radiated heat like a

James was on the lookout for adventure, treasure, or even just something interesting. So, when he saw the lonely quest board with its scrawled pleads for assistance, he was immediately drawn in. Could there be monsters to slay? Bandits to drive off? Shiny rewards to be had?

...or just errands to run? The young man visibly drooped as he read through the various requests. Were townspeople really so boring that the only troubles they had were deliveries and herbs? None of these posts even required going very far away.

James was just about to give up and move on when he heard footsteps hurrying toward him.

“You there!” cried an odd looking woman who appeared to be wearing goggles over her glasses. She was carrying several books and scrolls, with even more tucked away in a bag. “You look like you’re looking for something to do!”

“Um, do you need something?” James replied. It looked like he was going to be roped into a boring favor after all.

“I’m a researcher,” began the woman. “And right now, I’m looking into a mythical dragon living under Lake Vrocheros. I need some supplies for my research, but obviously, I’m very busy, so I need someone else to get these things.”

“Dragon?” Now James was interested. A dragon living under a lake? That sounded weird, but cool. He had never heard of anything like it, though, to be fair, he hadn’t heard of very many things yet.

“Yes, a dragon, pay attention.” The woman somehow managed to shift her books to one arm long enough to pull out some sheets of parchment that she then thrust into James’ hands. “This is what I need. I marked everything on the map. I have a shipment of nixie essence waiting for me in Ecuru. Just show the confirmation letter to the people at the dock marked and they should give it to you. Then, and just hear me out, I need burnweed from the volcanoes up near the Eye of Jackroth. A lot of it. I know it sounds-“
“Is that it? Sounds easy, but I guess it could be fun. I’ve never been to Ecuru.”

The woman looked at James like he had just told her that fighting a frost cat blindfolded with your arms tied was easy. “Um, alright... well, I wrote down how much burnweed I need and how to harvest it so you don’t ruin the combusting bits. And if you make it back I’ll pay you plenty for your trouble!”

James thumbed through the pages he had been given. Ecuru for nixie essence, then the mountains for burnweed. Sounded simple enough- maybe not terribly exciting, but at least he would get to see a new place. And he was pretty sure he knew exactly where to find enough burnweed.

Maybe he’d meet some interesting company along the way?