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Name: Zensira
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Race: Drow

Appearance: Standard drow, with dark purple skin and white hair. The hair is quite long, and is mostly unkempt as keeping it looking like much of anything wasn’t part of her duties. Sometimes it is tied back with some piece of rope or something of the sort, but most of the time it’s just loose. She’s 5 feet and 2 inches tall, and is rather thin and scrawnily built. Her eyes are dark, almost black, and look empty, like she is missing some essential part of what makes a person a person.

There are several scars on various parts of her body, the more visible ones being the marks on her face and on her arms and wrists. The wrists and arms are cut and lacerations, and her face is more along the lines of being struck with something.

Attire: Whatever is given to her by her master, as slaves do not own anything themselves. At the moment, it’s a simple dark gray robe that is slightly big on her as well as a pair of leather boots. She also carries a pack that has your typical supplies and whatnot in it: basically anything needed for adventuring work.

Weapons: None
Magic: Forbidden

History: A slave for life is the best description that can be given. If she had a past beyond being under the heel of another, she does not remember it. From the youngest age that she can remember, she was the property of another, and the one that owned her had but a single purpose for her existence. That purpose was magic. It was not her place to ask why this was what she was born for, nor did she have any reason to do so. She was simply told that this was her purpose, and her master was absolute. Her purpose was to serve, and serve she did.
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18-Jun-2018 02:10:58 - Last edited on 18-Jun-2018 21:39:50 by Inferi

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The passing of time meant nothing when one is unable to grasp its purpose. Until the magic could be manifest, it was learning how it was supposed to be used that took up her life. Her master was very clear on this. She was to learn everything she could of magic in order to best serve him. It was a slow task for a young slave, but it was also her life. Her learning was acceptable, and when the time came for her to be able to put it into practice she was able to perform the basics without mishap.

In the time she had, her talent grew. The forbidden schools of magic were put in her grasp, although the knowledge that they were forbidden were not. Her master wanted her to be able to do these things, and so do them she had to. It wasn’t an option to fail, nor was it ever even a possibility. What was wanted would be done. To others, her talent may have been exceptional; to her, it was never enough.

She never asked who was training her, nor did she ask why. Questions were not hers to utter, and therefore when her master never came back and others came to claim her she did not resist. Others may have had a life where they could choose but to one who did not there was nothing to be done. Her master was everything, after all, and so if something was happening then he must have willed it.

That was why, when she was presented with a Drakonian calling himself Wulvash and told that he was her master, she did not resist. Her master may have been wearing another form, but if he was her master then it was her duty to serve. However, shortly after and for the first time in her life, she was confused at his actions. He told her to go, to be free, but that word had no meaning. The only meaning was in her master, and so the words that she did not need to remain or that she could follow her desires meant nothing. Her only desire was to please her master, and as such there was no reason to go elsewhere.
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18-Jun-2018 02:11:02

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Only once was she told to remain, and remain she did. Not moving from that spot, she stayed, and within a day her master returned. He never told her to do that again, but if he had then she would have done so. Withering away in one place was acceptable if that was what her master wished. It was after this that he called her by a name that she had never heard before, but which became the identity with which she was associated. It made no sense to her, like most of the decisions of her master once he had assumed his new form, but being called by the name felt...strange, in a not unpleasant way. What it meant, she could not tell.

Whether the free will of the outside world is growing on her or not...who can tell? She still remains with her Draconian master, for there is no reason to do anything else. Her skills, growing over time, are used in his defense and at his will, although his attempts to get her to use them at her own judgment have been met with a...small amount of success.

Other: I did read the rules.
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18-Jun-2018 02:11:15 - Last edited on 18-Jun-2018 04:46:32 by Inferi

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Not quite beside: perhaps a step or two back was where the drow stood in relation to the drakonian. For a slave to stand equal to their aster was unthinkable, and the deferment of lead positioning was just one of the many ways that such a thing was to be displayed. She always took care not to make any indication that she was her Master’s equal while remaining close at hand for when she was required.

The shouts of everyone around them were meaningless to her, and the only words that held real meaning were the softer and quieter ones that came from her Master’s lips. It told her where they were going, even though it wasn’t necessary for her to be told. It had become a strange occurrence since he had returned to take her back; she was told more, much more, than she had been before, and making sense of why had not come to pass yet. He had told her that she needed to make her own decisions, but that conflicted with everything else that she had been taught. As it was her Master telling her, she did not dismiss it - as she did with things that everyone else said - but being able to act on the meaning was, as of yet, not possible.

Feeling the eyes of her Master on her - a sense that she had which many people felt was uncanny, or at least would if it was ever mentioned to another - Zensira turned her face to look up towards that of her Master. She did not raise it to meet his, as this would indicate equal standing, but rather stopped her gaze somewhere around his shoulders. If his gaze indicated that he wished something of her, it was her role to carry it out.

What do you require, Master?
” she asked, voice quiet and monotone. It was almost like all of the emotion had been stripped from the one that was speaking, an empty voice to match her eyes.
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23-Jun-2018 00:01:59

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Yes, Master Wulvash.
” Zensira replied, giving him a bow before facing forward again. Saying his name wasn’t something that she refused to do, but what likely exasperated him was that she refused to stop using his title of “Master” even when using his name. It was unthinkable not to. When addressing one’s master, a slave was to show that they knew who they were speaking to and that there was no question of what the relationship was.

The thought that she needed armor was new. Over the time since he had taken her on the ship to the mainland, Wulvash had done multiple things to change what she wore, such as trading her ragged clothing for more complete garments and putting boots on feet that had never worn them before, but this was crossing into the realm of something a slave should never have. Armor and weapons were things slaves were never to have, but as the orders of her master overrode all else, and it was his choice, it changed the directive.

It mattered little overall. Armor was for protection, and her protection did not matter. However, if her Master felt as though she could better serve him in armor, then so it would be. All that mattered was that she do what was needed of her, and if she could do that better in armor then she would be wearing armor.
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23-Jun-2018 19:25:50

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Zensira paid only the barest attention to the approaching drakonians. Her only interest in them was whether or not they had business with her Master, as that may dictate that she act in some manner. It was her task to be ready for something of the kind. However, when they proved to have little to do here, it meant any attention she had focused on them was no longer used for such. Knowing when one may need to take action for her Master was one thing, but if too much scrutiny meant she did not properly attend to her Master’s needs then it was an unacceptable action.

She was paid no mind by the drakonians, and that was the correct way for things to happen. She was a slave, something that belonged only to her Master, and interactions with others happened only at his behest. Permission was needed for such interaction, and unless it was given her place was to be there as though she was invisible. Nobody should notice her presence, for she was as nobody.

That, at least, was one of the tenants taught to her from as far back as she could remember. Master Wulvash had said many things to her that seemed to contradict it, but as it had been her Master that had taught them, the contradiction could not exist. There was something more behind it, but that something more was not hers to question.

Yes, Master Wulvash.
” was her affirmation as she fell into step behind him.
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30-Jun-2018 04:35:42

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The feel of chain was different, unusual, and not something she had ever felt before. She had never been given something like this, for this was the garb that she had been shown belonged to those who fought, and those who fought were not her. Those that fought were the ones who were worthy to own those of her status, as every slave knew that it was not their place to struggle. It was their place to be given instruction, and their purpose to obey it.

That was why, although she knew such things were not for her, she did not resist or argue. If the order was for her to dress as her master did, then she would do so. She would fight as well, should he desire it, even though it would assuredly end in her death. To learn those arts had not been for her, and even if she was equipped in such a manner it would affect very little.

Only the weapon got more of a reaction. She knew what the tool was - as she had used it on herself on many occasions to perform necessary practice magic that her Master had required - but did not know what to do with it. She had never moved the tool she had used from the table upon which it had sat, for it had not been hers to do so with. It had not been covered in the leather sheath, either, and when she first received it the drow merely held it, looking to her Master in confusion.

Only after he had told her what to do with it had she strapped it to her hip, her normally able fingers fumbling slightly with the unfamiliar motions. It was not a difficult task, but neither was it one she had ever performed before.

Her movement hampered slightly by the unfamiliar and somewhat heavy new equipment, Zensira followed Wulvash without a word as he continued on his shopping. What she was feeling was abnormal, not right, but the right was not hers to speak up.
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03-Jul-2018 04:15:46

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Something she wanted to say? That couldn’t be true; wanting something wasn’t something she did. That was for those with privileges, the Masters, those that she was not. To want meant that someone had the ability to choose, the ability to pick what they were doing. It wasn’t what she was, and wasn’t what she had.

Yet, at the same time, the minor changes that had been forced into her thoughts since Master Wulvash had purchased her were trying to tell her otherwise. There was something wrong here, and despite knowing that it was not her choice to question it she still found those seeds planting themselves in her mind. They were disobedience that she should not have, but the encouragement by her Master to nourish them could not be undone. The will of her Master was all that was important...even if, right now, it conflicted with what it had been.

Do you wish for me to use this weapon instead of my magic, Master?
” was all that she said. It questioned no decisions of the Master, and although it asked for a direction that could be given already, what it referred to was out of the norm enough that it would likely be acceptable for a slave to phrase.
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07-Jul-2018 19:28:57

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Subtlety wasn’t exactly the correct word; it was more that she hardly ever even used her magic due to the fact that she required an order to do so. Performing magic without the direction of her Master was something that she most certainly would not do, just like anything else. She knew that part of her magic was “illegal”, although such a concept - something those who would be Masters could not do - made little sense to her and she only knew it because Master Wulvash had told her so several times.

What he told her now was simple and easy to understand, however: a direct order. She was to preserve her own safety should it be in jeopardy, and was to use any means necessary. That was simple. That could be done. If it wasn’t necessary, she wasn’t to use her magical talents that pertained to the “illegal” types. As usual, there was no mention of his own safety, but that was something that could be ordered when the time came, as it should be.

If her Master wished for her to learn to use a dagger, then she would not disagree with that either. Even if weapons were not for slaves, the whim of her Master overrode everything else. He wished it, and so it would be. If it was an option along with everything else she had, then it would be ranked as the effective usage would dictate. Only the situation would tell if it worked or not.

For the time being, all she could do was bow and say, “
As you command, Master Wulvash.
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09-Jul-2018 05:18:57

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Zensira’s appraisal of the newcomers and their mercenaries was much less in-depth than likely any of the others. She did barely more than recognize that they were indeed there, and that they all seemed to be individuals that her Master treated with some form of respect. According to things that he had said, this likely meant that they were equal to him in rank, if not higher, in whatever the societal structure was.

Although some would think that this meant she was to treat them in the same manner, this was not the case. The only person that she was to interact with in any capacity was her Master, unless told otherwise by him. It wasn’t her place to speak to these others, because it was her Master’s decision and will whether or not she was to be noticed at all. As such, the clap on her shoulder was met with absolutely no reaction, save for perhaps a momentary righting of her balance.

The confirmation by her Master that Zensira was there was indeed unnecessary, as the only reasons she would leave his side were if she was dead or if she was ordered to do so. Both would be extremely obvious. She deferentially met his gaze - eyes not on his, but below and at the shoulder level - but said nothing, merely a confirmation that she was aware of his attention on her.

Once aboard, she took a spot a few steps back from the rail of the ship. Only having been on one a few times in her life, the drow’s normally deliberate footing was much less so. Her stance was not one of unease, but neither was it one of comfort. She simply did not have sea legs, and even the minor movements of the docked ship underneath her were movements that she was not accustomed to.
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19-Jul-2018 17:20:36

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Arguments and confrontations were not something Zensira was entirely unaccustomed to, although during her time as a slave she had spent very little time out in the actual world. Most of the disagreements that she had witnessed had come during whatever audiences her Master had been giving others, during which she would always stand there as if nothing more than a statue. Verbal abuse and threats were always part of the discussions, and she had been told that she needed to learn about the art of discourse. It was not so that she could participate, but rather so she could act when her Master gave the command beforehand.

No, it wasn’t the argument itself that caused the look of slight confusion to appear on her face. It was more that not everything was directed at those around her, that it was directed at her. She shouldn’t be addressed, at least not before those doing so asked her Master for permission. One human even went farther, and touched her, and for the briefest moment she was no longer simply a statue. Something of this nature was unacceptable, and although no emotion appeared on her face or in her eyes, something imperceptible changed in the air around her.

For a second, the waters at the side of the ship began to ripple, droplets beginning to rise and climb through the air up towards the deck. They got perhaps half the way up, maybe a dozen of them about an inch or two across, before the offender was taken down by a strike from one of the others. At this, the upward movement of the water ceased and the droplets fell back into the sea as Zensira returned to being little more than a statue. She had made no physical movement, so even if the small disturbance had been noticed it was unlikely to be tied to her by anyone of average deduction abilities.
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28-Jul-2018 01:38:20

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There had been very few exceptions where she was not allowed to act without direct orders, but this was one of them. Her Master had disliked others touching his property without his permission, and had therefore ordered her to hurt them should they do so. Her current Master was aware of this, as she had told him as such when asked about it, and as he had given no direct counter-order it was still fully in effect. He had likely realized this when she had been touched, but since the situation was taken care of, and she seemed to have returned to her passive state, there wasn’t a need to do something.

However, now that someone had indeed touched her, Zensira was just the slightest bit more aware. It was only visible to someone who had knowledge about how she acted, but she was not fully returned to what she had been before. As she saw the situation, there may be a need to do such a thing again, and it would be an order that she had to obey.
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28-Jul-2018 01:38:30

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A punishment for going against the will of the one who commanded you was correct, yet the following response was what Zensira did not understand. Obedience was kept by punishments when the slave did something wrong, but to prevent them from returning afterward removed the entire reason for the punishment. For the sailors, this was in order: they were to be punished and then they would remain. For the mercenary, forcing him to leave seemed wrong.

This problem was even addressed by the one that her Master was taking commands from. Removing him seemed to do nothing but weaken what they were trying to do. Keeping the obedience of those you commanded was useless if you simply removed them at the first sign of disobedience.

She made no response to the apology of the mercenary captain other than to give a small glance in the direction of her Master. It was not a question, not directly, but she had learned that Master Wulvash seemed to prefer if she did that in situations such as this, rather than fully wait for a response from him. It had to do with her “independence”, as he had put it a few times, but since that meant nothing to her she simply took the cues to follow what he seemed to want most.

As for the rest of the conversation, she listened, but did not speak. There was no command for her to do so, and it wasn’t her place to have an opinion on matters of those who were above her.
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29-Jul-2018 18:48:49

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Although her initial reaction had been not to comply with the orders of someone other than her master, the admission from him that it was acceptable had made it so she had little choice. At that point only certain orders would be unacceptable, as there had been no extra addendum that she was to obey everything and her master had been specific in the past that she was not to follow all but basic orders from another unless specifically stated.

The approaching ships were strange to see for a moment, before the realization that this was something she had been taught about years before. It had been part of her training, as part of her magical education had dealt with combat such as this. Approaching and boarding, while killing all those on the ship. It was a simple concept, and also one that her abilities had been set up to assist with. Manipulation of water was quite powerful on the oceans, and for a moment she was about to call on it and do something to the other ships.

However, the reminder from her master that she shouldn’t use her abilities of unless she was in danger prevailed, and the water around them made no movement to affect the approaching ships. Anything else she had been thinking was knocked out of her head by the collision, as well. She had not been anticipating such an event, and went to the deck as her footing was entirely lost.

It took a moment to regain it, and in that time it seemed the boarding had begun in earnest. There was no danger to her currently, so all she had to do was watch and wait. Strangely, it was abnormal. For all the time that she was with her master Wulvash, she had been involved in the combat, and although it had just been the two of them those had been the only real combat scenarios that she had ever been involved in. Everything up until that had simply been training and practice, and now fighting her master's foes was almost second nature.

For now, she complied with the order to move back, and did nothing else.
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25-Oct-2018 17:30:08

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The overall state of the battle was of little interest, or rather of little importance, to Zensira. Having not been instructed to monitor it, she was not doing such, and her attention was only on two things. The first was herself, and whether or not she was in any danger. This was perhaps the most important, as it dictated whether or not it was acceptable for her to take action for herself. Her own survival has been listed as her top priority - aside from her Master’s orders, of course - and as such she would take action to prevent her life from ending.

The second, and perhaps unnecessary, area of observation was her Master and his status. Currently, it did not appear necessary for anything to be done as he was not in a serious or problematic situation. Even if he was, whether she was supposed to do anything about it was...unclear. While she had not been given an order to intervene, his existence was the most important thing there was, and therefore it was her duty to perpetuate it. The conflicting paths of logic were problematic, but as they did not yet need to be traversed she did not pay a great deal of attention to them.

The arrow that nearly struck her foot promoted a momentary consideration of whether or not her life was in danger, and her conclusion was that it was not. It had not seemed to be a directed shot from what she was able to glean, and therefore it was not necessary to take action to remove the one that had fired it.
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28-Oct-2018 20:55:45

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But if you are about to come to harm, use everything at your disposal to defend yourself - witnesses be damned.


Such were the the words of her Master, the mantra by which everything that she did during this battle depended on, and the words that prompted her to finally formulate a response to the ongoing hostilities. The impact of the arrow had knocked her forward four steps, the stumble caused more by the unexpected force than the immediate burst of pain. Surprise was something she could not counter, unlike pain, which it had been part of her training to manage. A slave that had a singular purpose was expected to fulfill that purpose regardless of what else happened, and someone who was supposed to weave water into death for enemies needed to accomplish this whether they were injured or not.

She did not have an immunity to pain by any means, but the amount cause by an arrow penetrating her shoulder was within the limits of what she had been trained to expect. It was because of this that, despite the fact that it did indeed hurt, she ignored it, her attention turning to those that had let loose the shot. A stray arrow landing at her feet was not cause for alarm, nor cause for action, but a strike, whether it be accidental or not, was a direct threat to her and to her safety.

The water around the sides of the incoming vessel began to ripple, and as it pulled alongside the Sea Drake it began to rise up and out of the water. Six tentacle-like appendages rose up, each about a foot in diameter, until they were long enough to stretch up and over the deck that the bowmen were situated on. Until then, they grew only straight up, but once they reached the height where they could reach over and touch the far side of the deck with the top of the tentacle, they stopped.
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30-Oct-2018 18:51:27 - Last edited on 30-Oct-2018 18:51:38 by Inferi

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For the briefest moment, they just stood there, motionless, appearing as though they were simply towers of water that were going to fall back into the sea. That moment was over before anyone had time to think, though, and it ended as all six of the appendages slammed down on the deck with bone crushing force. It was immediately clear that they were not just water: they were quite solid, and anything under them was almost certain to suffer a great deal of crushing damage from the impact.

Although she was drawing on said magic, Zensira did not look as though she was doing much of anything. Only slight, almost twitchy, movements of her fingers would show anything at all, as apart from that she just stood there and watched. That, too, might be a clue to someone who was trying to observe, as her focus on what was happening seemed almost unnatural.
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30-Oct-2018 18:51:50 - Last edited on 30-Oct-2018 18:52:10 by Inferi

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With no pirates remaining on the ship, and no archers left to fire at her, Zensira’s job was nearly done. Nearly. Only one thing remained to do, as the boarders did not present an active threat to her. They may have abandoned the ship, and it may have begun to look as though it was no longer usable, but the only way to ensure this was to make sure the vessel could no longer operate.

And that was exactly what she did. Using her water constructs with her continued channel, Zensira moved them to the center of the vessel before elongating them once again and wrapping them around the hull. Once they had, they began to squeeze. With nobody left on the vessel to try and stop them, and less structural integrity than it probably had before, there was little to stop her from accomplishing her goal and cracking the vessel in half.

Only once the ship was no longer whole, and the pieces were sinking into the ocean, would she cease her activities. Her fingers would stop moving, her eyes would lose their focus on the site of the magic, and she would stand back where she had been. She said nothing and did not address the arrow in her shoulder.
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31-Oct-2018 03:35:51

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Zensira’s immediate reaction to her collapse was shame. It was unacceptable for someone of her place to simply be unable to act without certain knowledge that they were no longer needed. Had her Master required her for anything, she would have been unable to respond, and that was something that was simply not done.

Her second reaction, though, was that this hurt. She had been in pain, had been conditioned to accept it, but it had been years since it had happened, and it seemed that her tolerance over time was not what it had been. This, too, was unacceptable, but it did make her understand why her Master was instructing her to protect herself. If she was struck like this again, she would once again be useless, and therefore protecting herself allowed her to continue to be useful.

Her words to her Master when he came to find her, and which were pushed aside in favor of a more positive response towards her, amounted to an apology that she had performed so pitifully. Had she been in a fit state to stand - and hadn’t been pushed back to the bed by her Master when she had tried to do so - she would have prostrated herself along with the apology, but since it was not allowed she could not complete the gesture.

Given her next orders, Zensira obeyed, returning to the bunks and lying silently on them, eyes on whatever happened to be directly above her. Sleep was not something that would come now, but eventually it would, and when it did she would allow it to take her. If she was aware of anything happening around her, she did not show it.
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08-Nov-2018 19:10:08

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As was usual, Zensira made no response to the non-targeted question about her constructs. It wasn't that she cared about it at all - as it was not her place to do so - but rather that she had received no order to proactively answer questions that, although certainly intended to ask about what she had done, were unspecific enough that answering them with truth could still perpetuate the ongoing lie. Her Master also did seem to care about it remaining a secret, and so saying anything about it also went against what he had told her to do.

Remaining nearly motionless on the bed, she gave no indication that she had heard or that she cared about the discussion. It might seem odd to those that were not yet aware of her nature, although it was entirely normal when compared to her behavior so far this trip.
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09-Nov-2018 04:34:21

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Name: Aria
Age: 65
Gender: Female
Race: Merfolk

Appearance: With legs, about average height, capping at around 5’5” tall. With a tail, taller, although this doesn’t matter except in water. She has slightly pale skin due to being underwater for her early life, and has long dark hair. Blue eyes. As with all Merfolk, quite attractive. She is not build solidly at all, having a somewhat more fragile form than average.

Attire: Light blue robes and pair of boots to protect her feet. She doesn’t like wearing long pants, as they feel too strange to her still, and although boots are in somewhat the same category, she’s accepted that her feet need protection against the ground.

Weapons: Nothing conventional. She carries a pouch of shard-like metal pieces designed to be used as projectiles, as well as various paraphernalia and alchemical concoctions. She also has a walking stick, somewhere between a cane and a quarterstaff in length, that she uses to assist her walking everywhere. It’s enchanted with a durability boost as well as

Magic: Generic: Mastery
Basic Alchemy knowledge, mainly destructive concoctions

History: A magical prodigy that never really liked magic, Aria was always told how great she had the potential to be. It was undeniable that her affinity with magic was great, just as her affinity for physical activities was...not so great. While her concentration and compatibility with spells was fantastic, and she could learn and process spellcraft better than anyone else her age, just seeing her try to swim was, in her childhood, a painful thing to watch. She was clumsy, and the first time she went to land it took her nearly an hour before she could even stand up. Her favorite thing, art, was nearly inaccessible to her - at least in terms of self-creation - in every way, save for what she could bring to life with her mind.
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26-Nov-2018 18:20:49

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Maybe it was because of this, because she knew she wasn’t as perfect as people tried to tell her, that she grew to dislike what most people used as magic. In her eyes, everyone wanted something flashy, wanted something that everyone knew about and could look at in awe, and she refused to have that be her.

Instead, she took the form regarded as the weaker, as the more quiet of all, and decided to make it her own. While she would have liked to simply reject her magical talent altogether, she was too stubborn to do so, instead wanting to show everyone that their ideals of “advanced” mastery were no better than what she could do with only the basics. Whether that was even feasible didn’t matter, because becoming just another mage in the chain was something she would not accept.

Somewhere along the way, she realized that she needed to leave to pursue her practice further, and so had to take the arduous task of learning to walk on land. For some, this would be simple; for her, it was a nightmare. To a merfolk that couldn’t even swim properly for years, trying to walk steadily was nigh impossible, and was almost enough to make her give up and return to the waters. However, her sheer stubbornness forced her to continue, and eventually she was able to pass with the assistance of a walking stick. That stick stayed with her up until this day, gaining a few enchantments along the way to assist her, although none are combat based due to an absolute inability to physically fight.

Other: Carries an enchanted canteen of water with her. The enchantment is that it will never become empty, giving her a source of drink to deal with the ever-present threat of dehydration. It looks old, beat up, and rather rusty on the outside, and Aria does not know how old it is. She found it at the bottom of the ocean during an excursion when she was younger, and kept it due to the extremely useful and impossible-to-replicate ability that it possesses.
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26-Nov-2018 18:21:07 - Last edited on 27-Nov-2018 03:58:16 by Inferi

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Hey, another drink over here!


Despite the female voice not rising in volume above the others in the establishment, something in it clearly caught the attention of the barkeep, and within moments he had sent out another rather sizeable glass to the woman sitting down near the end of the bar. With a wink, she grabbed it, tossing him a few coins that more than paid for the beverage. It was more than it was worth, and made it pretty clear that she was going to be wanting more.

The rosy color of her cheeks, along with the empty glasses on the bar in front of her, indicated that she was already quite inebriated, but she hadn’t shown any signs of stopping yet. Surprisingly, as she had taken in more and more, her movements had become more coordinated, and where she had been spilling some of the drink on the counter at the start she was now having no trouble catching the sliding mug with only one hand.

She didn’t have any trouble drinking it either, half of it vanishing before she put it down for the first time, the action accompanied by an “Ahh!” and a rather cheesy grin that had been present for almost the entire time she didn’t have a drink to her lips. It was clear that she was enjoying herself, even with the multiple guys that she had been forced to shoo away since she had taken a seat.

Her conversation with the bartender had shown that she had just come here from Greenhaven, her time there having been spent studying various magic. It was the most obvious place for that, after all, given that magic was so much more entrenched in its structure. That’s what she had thought, anyways, but many of the more prominent mages had been less welcoming than other countries. Jealousy and paranoia over losing their power and influence, she suspected, but regardless of the reason it was irritating and exactly what she disliked about most practitioners of magic.
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28-Nov-2018 22:36:44

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Flashy and self-absorbed, only caring about how much power and influence their magic could get them...it didn’t feel right to her.

Even though she loved to display various acts of magic, it was never to make other fear her or feel inferior. Most of the more popular forms of art were lost to her; she couldn’t sing, had awful writing, and drew even worse. Her physical coordination was nothing short of terrible, too. Magic was the last thing she had to create anything artistic, and so when she had a chance to use it for that it usually happened.

When he’d asked why she was here, though, the woman had just given a casual, “
Oh, I’m just here to flop back into the ocean.
” and declined to elaborate.

Draining the last of the glass, she called again, “
Hey, more!


This time, though, the bartender hesitated, asking, “You sure? That’s a lot you’ve had so far.”

After several moments of intense thought, a mild pout appeared on the woman’s lips and she replied, “
That is an excellent point, and I’m sad you brought it up. Give me that last one I paid for, at least. And maybe another.


The drink came, and she grabbed it again, this time drinking it quite a bit slower. It was in the midst of this that a few words caught her ears, coming from a little down the bar. She hadn’t been paying too much attention to newcomers in the tavern over the last little while, and so the arrival of mercenary captains hadn’t really been noticed. She hadn’t noticed the pair that had just entered to speak with one of the captains, either, and it was only now that the rather large drakonian spoke that she even looked over.

It wasn’t even the drakonian himself that piqued her interest - since she’d seen plenty, and didn’t find them all that fascinating or scary, as many did - but rather the mention he made about selling...something.
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28-Nov-2018 22:37:09

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Perhaps normally she wouldn’t care, but seeing someone dressed as he was, with the little drow trailing behind him - an extremely strange matchup, really - made her drunken self wonder what he even had to sell.

So, she asked, standing up with a grace that she most certainly had not possessed when she had sat down. In fact, the walking staff that she had hung onto when entering wasn’t even used, and her footing was quite steady.

Yo, whatcha got? If it’s interesting, maybe I’ll take it.


The drakonian turned to regard her for a moment before answering her in a direct and precise manner, telling her the nature of the few things without much embellishment or unnecessary marketing. Normally, that would have told made her believe him a bit more than she would if he had acted like he was really trying to sell it, but now she didn’t really pay that much attention. All that she cared about was the the pair of gauntlets he had were indeed interesting, and she wanted them.

A fair amount of money later - using up most of what she had with her, actually - she was the proud owner of a pair of gauntlets that were absolutely not suited for anything she would be doing. Giving a happy wave to the drakonian and his silent companion, she plopped herself back down on her seat, slipping the gauntlets into her travel sack along with the actually useful stuff that she brought with her. Jingling her money pouch, and grimacing at the lack of noise it made even though she had been perfectly happy when shelling out the cash before, she dumped it into her bag as well before finishing the last drink on the counter in front of her.
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28-Nov-2018 22:37:29

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In a fully sober state, it was possible that Aria would have thought that this recruiting wasn’t anything to be bothered with. Their trip was actually a bit fascinating, since the Ashlands was something that almost certainly had interesting magical phenomena that she could research, but it was also quite dangerous and probably a fool’s errand. The promise of riches was also tempting, but it wasn’t a sure bet, and with the high chance she wouldn’t come back it was arguably not worth it.

However, she wasn’t in a sober state. A trip into the Ashlands was impossible alone, but if she had people to keep her safe it would be fine. With her own magic having reached mastery, there was nothing else to fill her time with, and she was bored. Knowing how empty her money pouch was made the promise of money seem very appealing, too.

Besides, all she’d been planning on doing was searching the ocean floor for some more wrecks like the one she had gotten her canteen from. This wasn’t all that different.

I’m in!
” she called, jumping up off her seat and waving at the precariously perched dwarf with a great deal of enthusiasm. It was quite clear she wasn’t sober.
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29-Nov-2018 14:05:33

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There was going to be a vetting process? Of course there was. She really needed to think more about thinking that mercenaries, especially ones that seemed to be somewhat famous - even though she’d never heard of them - would accept anyone without knowing what they could do. It wasn’t like she couldn’t do anything, but explaining it? That was a bit more difficult.

Of course, that didn’t stop the inebriated Aria from enthusiastically letting them know the one thing she was good at.

If you can find something that can be done with the generic magic type that I don’t know about or can’t do...well...you can’t! I’m a master at everything of that type!


Her words were accompanied by a big grin at Vanick, although part of the grin looked almost like she was daring him to not believe her.
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30-Nov-2018 13:42:35 - Last edited on 30-Nov-2018 17:32:30 by Inferi

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As expected, he didn’t quite believe her. Did she care? Nah, not particularly, although it did irritate her a little in this state. For a moment, her brain began formulating a plan that would make it clear he shouldn’t doubt it, but even now that was swiftly tossed out. She had no reason to do anything of the sort, even if making everyone in the tavern levitate would have been extremely amusing to watch.

Still, he didn’t decline her offer, which meant there was at least something in what she said that he believed. That was enough to keep the grin on her face and stop her from making some remark about it. This wasn’t a bad day at all; she had been able to enjoy her drinking time and get herself something interesting to do in the process. Although part of her brain that she wasn’t aware of knew she would regret something about this later, that couldn’t hold sway on her actions right now.

My name? I’m Aria.
” she told the Quartermaster, signing her name with a rather fancy flourish where she was told to. Of course, before she did she looked over what she was signing to make sure she wasn’t tricking herself into signing something that would make her life go poorly, and presumably she would find nothing to indicate this.

So, what now?
” she asked once her name was signed.
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02-Dec-2018 19:59:19

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Excellent! Lead the way, boss-
” Aria began, but was cut off by someone in the crowd stumbling back and into her, knocking her forward and hitting her hip off the table in front of her. Normally, she might have just forgotten about it - or more likely would have been completely knocked off balance and fell to the floor - but in her current state she wasn’t exactly feeling like that. Besides, she had been having a good time, and it was now ruined by the fact that her hip hurt. She was going to feel that even more tomorrow, and knowing that annoyed her even more. It didn’t do to start out on a trip like this already injured.

Hey! Hey you!
” she shouted, spinning around and trying to find who had done it. She hadn’t seen the one to hit her, so she immediately just went for the one that seemed to be causing all the problems: the man currently launching a fist at some other guy across the room. She really didn’t care who they were, or why any of this was happening. It only mattered that this had caused her drunken self problems.

It was at this point that she realized her final drink had still been in her hand this whole time, and what had happened had spilled it down her front. That just made things worse, and a rather irritated expression crossed her face as she placed it down on the table with a rather loud thump.

Now look here.
” she began, her voice raised as she began drawing on magic. “
If you’ve got an argument, don’t bring everyone else into it!


What she said was accentuated by the spell she cast at the end of her words. It was a dual-part spell, or perhaps it was more accurate to say it was two spells cast in quick succession. Both were of the same type: force. The first cancelled the force that gravity was exerting on the man, stopping him from connecting to the ground, while the second tossed him out the nearest window...or at least attempted to. The first would cancel as soon as he made contact with it.
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05-Dec-2018 03:23:32

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Even though she had been the one to throw him, Aria winced as the man hit the wall, accentuating her motion with a quiet, “
Ouch.
” This was quickly forgotten, however, as the chaos in the rest of the building began to reach a dangerous point. She also had to devote energy towards the question shouted at her as well, although there wasn’t really time to do that until they began running out of the building.

Well, I tried to toss him out the window. Apparently my aim is utter shit.
” she shouted back to Vanick as the realization that they weren’t going to make it out that easily made it to her mind. There was also another, rather important realization that she had to make: her stuff was still over by the bar.

With a muttered curse, Aria reached out telekinetically, grabbing her bag and her stick and tossing them up into the air before pulling them across the ceiling - which they bumped across and into several times - and to herself. With her stuff on her, and her bar tab paid, there wasn’t any need to remain in here any longer.

As for how to get out...well, Aria was absolutely sure that she had concocted a wonderful plan. It was simple and brilliant, and would not only get her out but would free up the way out for everyone she was now working with. All she had to do was create a barrier around herself, a dome shape tied to her so that it would move with her, negate gravitational effects on herself, and then blast herself at the door with a burst of force from behind. Everyone in the way would be knocked aside, she would be uninjured, and everyone else would have a path made by her.

It was perfect, and it was exactly what she tried to attempt. She, of course, had to accentuate the forward movement with a "
Wahoo!
" as she cast the third part of the spell.
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06-Dec-2018 16:54:47

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That’s rude! I don’t even have a tail right now!


Aria’s comment would probably make no sense to anyone that didn’t know she had heard the word “fish” rather than the “witch” that had actually been said. She actually appeared quite indignant about it, though, despite the (currently unknown) fact that she was indeed a fish-based individual.

When the guy started charging with a sword, though, Aria seemed to forget that she was still protected by a barrier that would do more than enough to deflect a rusty sword. Instead of doing anything more sensible, she shouted, “
Hey, that’s rude too!
” before hightailing it towards the exit that she hadn’t made it out of with her magnificent plan.

That is, she tried to, and it took all of a couple second for her to realize that she wasn’t exactly moving. The reason for that was pretty clear: her feet weren’t touching the ground, as she had forgotten to re-establish her connection with the world’s gravitational forces. By the time she realized it, the man with the sword was nearly upon her, and she took the only approach to the apparent danger that anyone in her position would.

Either some part of her remembered that she had the barrier active or she didn’t think about what would have happened next, as she did not refresh her barrier before repeating her move from before. Making another burst of force between her and the incoming sword man, she sent herself catapulting into the nearest surface heading to the outside, whether that be a window or a door. Either way, the force with which she fired herself would be more than sufficient to carry her out through whichever opening she had chosen.

Assuming nothing else stopped her, the crash into the outdoors would knock something into place in her head, and the negation of gravitational force would end up being switched off, dropping her to the ground and sending her rolling for several feet.
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14-Dec-2018 18:19:10

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The rather comical roll that led to a smack into the wall had everything bad negated by the last remnants of the barrier that had been active throughout her escape ordeal. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop the walking stick from giving her a good clonk on the head as it followed her trajectory. That caused her to grab it with one hand while putting the other to her forehead, the place of impact, with an, “
Ow! Dammit!


When she heard the voice, though, she pulled herself into a sitting position, checking everything quickly - although whether she’d even spot if something was really wrong with her at this point was questionable - and then announcing, “
Yep, I’m good! Well, apart from the rather painful smack to the head, but that’ll be fine in a minute or two!


Her confirmation made, Aria took the staff and used it to push herself into a standing position. For a second, she looked like she wasn’t sure what she should be doing, but then it dawned on her and she said, “
Oh, right! Hey, you, guy whose name I don’t know! Any idea where I can find the Sea Drake?
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15-Dec-2018 04:11:16

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Oh, you’re part of the crew? That’s perfect!
” Aria exclaimed, wobbling slightly but catching herself by jamming the stick back into the ground and holding on tightly. She was still quite inebriated, though, so her balance came back much more easily than it would have had she been sober. In fact, if she had been, it was quite likely that she would have ended up back on the ground again. Fortunately, she was able to save herself some embarrassment and not have such a fate befall her just yet.

Lifting up the staff and making a flourishing motion with it, she announced, “
Lead on, then! I’m quite ready to embark on such a voyage!


To the paladin, she gave a smile and a wave, the latter being rather enthusiastic since she had never met the man and couldn’t be more than several feet away. Then again, he had probably seen her consuming large amounts of liquor inside, so it wasn’t a mystery why she was acting like she was.
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28-Jan-2019 16:19:45

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Aria seemed entirely unperturbed by anything that had just happened, and as they walked she hummed rather loudly, tapping her staff on the ground in tune with whatever tune she was electing to hum. None of them would be recognizable to either of her walking companions, and probably wouldn’t be recognizable to her either had she been paying attention to what she was humming.

She didn’t seem bothered by the glances being thrown in her direction, either, even giving Edd a wink when she noticed that he was doing so. Once every few minutes or so, she would take a drink out of the canteen she carried, usually spilling some of the clear liquid when she did so. Each time that happened, she’d grumble, but it didn’t look as though she was particularly bothered.

Upon entering the new tavern, Aria immediately raised a hand as though she was going to call for a drink before pausing, shaking her head, and lowering it. She knew that she didn’t need any more, at least not before she went and met the captain of the ship she was supposed to be going on. Some people cared about that sort of thing.

There wasn’t much of a cause for alarm, though; it seemed the captain was more than happy to bring on people with specialized skill sets. He didn’t even ask any specifics for what she could do, and that was perfectly fine with her. Convincing people that a non-traditional magic user was just as useful as they ones who hyped themselves up could sometimes be a bit bothersome.

No, sir! I’m great with the potentially deadly mission you’re on!
” she told him with a grin and a rather poorly executed salute. She spoke at normal volume, although it was clear by her tone that she was being more enthusiastic than sarcastic.
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