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About fredkitten

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    Alityr Heskynne + others
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    Highlander + others

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  1. Alityr stood beside toan occupied cot in Norland's clinic, a protective hand resting carefully on the leg of her injured daughter. She had arrived home just a few hours earlier, bloodied and battered from a daunting fight. It was a miracle she had lived to tell the tale. Others unfortunately didn't get the same fate. The last thing the war-torn soldier expected was for a bird to fly through the large window, letter in mouth. She thanked the crow with a dip of her head, no doubt one of Neithri's, and accepted to piece of worn paper. Taking a quick glance to her peacefully resting kin, she carefully read over the writing. The words shocked her to her core, leaving her hands trembling. " Elena.. " The two surely had their troubles, but to hear or her sacrifice? It was utterly devastating. Eyes once more cast to the woman sleeping beside her, a sob tearing it's way out of her throat. " She sacrificed herself for the group. Anastatsya wouldn't have survived if it weren't for her." Alityr, a gravely emotional person, weeped greatly for a woman she once despised. A candle was lit by her daughters beside in honor of the paladin's great sacrifice, a phrase mumbled underneath her breath. "I apologize, and forgive you, Elena of Joma."
  2. Name: Alityr Heskynne Race: Highlander / Farfolk mixType(s) of Shaman: Farseer Teacher(s): Ember Mah'nel.
  3. (IRP information) Name: Alityr of Heskynne Race: Highlander Experience: Mori'Quessir sieges, Wife of Heskynne Chieftan, Monster hunter of over 15 years (OOC information) Username: fredkitten Discord: fredkitten Timezone: EST
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    You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) The cloaked figure cautiously took a seat on the aforementioned cushion. Taking a few moments to properly get comfortable, they awkwardly cleared their throat and repositioned their legs for a third time. Adjusting their cloak, their gaze finally met the elders. The eye contact made their skin crawl, but they pursued on none the less. " I'm looking for an old friend, he goes by the name of Rulan Heskin. We grew up together on his farm, and we've since been separated due to unfortunate circumstances. " The stranger fumbled with their hands, fidgeting with each one of their knuckles as they spoke. " I fled from Norland during the war, and I haven't been able to locate him since. Have you heard his name before? " As soon as their words finished tumbling off their tongue, the small tent was enveloped in silence. " He's really dear to me. If you have any information on him, I'll pay you handsomely. I swear on it. " Worry lined their features, afraid their journey might really have been for nothing after all.
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