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There was a quick double take away from the old herbalist tome Mica was reading like it was a new religion when she caught sight of the title of the missive on her father's desk. A masked ball would definitely be interesting-- And there would be attending plenty of boys around her age whom she could watch since communication was usually difficult for those who didn't know hand sign. It would be like walking through a museum; Look but don't touch. But what would she wear to such an event? Standing tall and gently shutting the book to rest on Fitz' desk, the elven teen turned to where she took to stashing her pocket money with hopes of finding a mask and appropriate dress to wear. She wanted to partake, but maybe a blue mask would be safer...
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An abnormally pale teen elf with raven hair and quiet steps carefully made her way to the door to read the signs posted. Though mute, she pondered quite visually loud as to what in the Moon's Name was a "Mies". Was this an animal? Vegetable? Mineral? Was it someone's last name or just one of those things that was an abbreviated version of a longer name? She stepped back, moving her right hand to rest atop the small wicker basket she had strapped to her hip, as her slightly glowing, moon illuminated cyan eyes lingered on the door. Another step... The third step was soon followed by a slight pivot as she turned to walk back into the forest, hunting for herbs once more.
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The sudden rocking of the castle and echoing explosion woke Mica with an extreme jolt and a tumble out of bed. At first the world didn't make sense. If they were under attack then why wasn't there a second wave? Her mind raced as she ran with the others, wanting to see what happened and why only to-- Panic set in when she saw Fitz in the clinic. Again. It was all she could do to silently pray to the Mother Moon as she watched Amelia leave the clinic and put on a calm mask when she, herself, went in to see how her adoptive father was doing.
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Tearing down a letter to read better, Rohesia soon scowled at the contents. "The dirty ones are the folk who think their blood is more red than others," she muttered, then crumpled the filthy parchment to burn in the stove at Paddy's Pint.
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Going to post things Rose paints irp here... or at least try. Still frustrated about the file size since when I try to post the file size is 20kb and it still won't let me.
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Fire at the Emporium! And Rise of Paddys Pint!
KoriZaFerret replied to Setsuko_'s topic in The Kingdom of Oren
Waiting till after all the adults went to bed, Rohesia carefully snuck out with her well loved crayons to give the canon some much needed flowers to help disguise it, using the bar as a bit of a stepping stool along with an actual stepping stool. Once they were done, she put everything back the way she found it before running back home along the back alleyways as to not get caught. -
https://www.deviantart.com/korishikaku/art/Medicine-Diving-876115013 I've tried shrinking the file, adding the link via other media and sacrificing a chicken in the back yard (which tasted delicious battered and fried). Nothing seemed to work so there's the link.
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I'm going to try posting some art about what happens to the wandering healer.
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Full image used for my profile piece. This is what Viveka Amsel looks like. Does anyone else like to draw their characters in their (mis)adventures?
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In case anyone wanted to see the whole image that is currently my cover photo. It's an older piece that I drew after joining my current D&D group.
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Amsel dearly hoped that she'd never have to take a long boat ride like that again. And why was it always carrots that came up? She hadn't been able to touch a carrot for at least a couple days before even getting on that blasted voya-- The woman stepped back, suddenly brought out of digestion distress to the present as another seemed to call her attention. "That's not entirely any of your business," She responded, tone flat for the most part as green eyes pinned the figure before her through the lens of her spectacles. And then the thought came to mind to quickly correct the answer. "Unless you know where I may get the supplies, ingredients and books required to operate a potion stand?" Honestly, she would never have stepped on that boat to come to a larger city, but she needed this for her research.
