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The Gelbaron Saga; The Original Story
Topic Started: Dec 23 2008, 05:46 AM (6,483 Views)
Wyrmling
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(( I have been approved as an RPer and can now post my character for this thread! This will be my first time playing on an Advanced RP, and I intend to give it my all. I hope this is okay: I shall be looking forward to stretching my mind and improving my skills as a writer. ))

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Name: Alyre Veralidaine Seerwater

Age: 80

Race: Albeosylvara (AL-bee-oh-sil-VA-ra), Change Elf. Change Elves are adventurous and typically wander in nomadic groups. They can be found in any environment and have the ability to take the form of any animal that they are familiar with. This does not include clothing, so garments are usually removed and stored before transformation.

Side: Mercenaries

Personality: Alyre is spirited and adventurous, with a strong love of life. She has an intense nature and never half-hearted about anything. She is passionate and wilful, and will fight determinedly for what she believes to be right. She tends to make friends wherever she goes, and if there aren’t any people to befriend she will make do with local animals. She is light-hearted and likes to see the best in everyone, and always hates to see anything in pain. She is always seeking excitement and wants to see the sights of the whole world. She thinks that everyone should live in harmony with the natural world, and will travel long distances to speak up on behalf of the local wildlife. Someday she hopes to see the whole world living peacefully and completely in tune with their environment.

Though she looks carefree and friendly, she retains a certain amount of wariness around strangers. Some of this is due to the fact that Change Elves are naturally wary and wild creatures, and some is because of shyness. Alyre likes to make a good impression on everyone she meets, and this can sometimes cause her to be quiet around new people. Once she is befriended though, she is compassionate and loyal, and will never refuse to help her friends for a good cause. She is very intelligent and aware of whatever goes on around her, and she has a very good memory. She notices movements and expressions especially, and small things that other people might miss.

Description: Alyre is small and slender, at 5’2” and 110 pounds. Her body is young and unscarred, and she is agile and quick. Her feet are slightly large for her height, and her hands are long-fingered and nimble. She is pale-skinned, with large almond-shaped eyes that stare golden-hazel from a delicate face. Her raven-black hair is typically tied back in a slim tail, revealing her pointed ears. Her face normally looks innocently curious, but can turn grave when she sees cruelty. Alyre dresses soberly in soft, shin-high leather boots and slim tan breeches. She wears a belt and snug leather vest over a cream-coloured bloused tunic, and wears no jewellery or ornamentation. At night her eyes glow like a cat’s which can be unnerving to some.

When she takes animal shape, it takes about a second for the transformation to complete. Her body morphs and changes very rapidly into that of the animal which she’s turning into, and all of her clothes and equipment fall loosely around her if she has become smaller and has not removed it first. If the animal she is changing into is larger than her, any clothes still on will be forced to stretch or break. If clothes are made of metal or strong leather, then she can become constricted.

Other: Alyre carries with her a long sword and a short sword, as well as a long bow and a quiver of arrows. She has several throwing daggers hidden all over her body, including some strapped to her thighs and at the small of her back, and tucked inside boots or in sleeves. When in combat, she tends to favour hit and run tactics that use her speed and agility to best advantage, and will suddenly dart away and disappear to confuse enemies. If in mortal peril, she can transform to make a quick escape, but this is a last resort as she must usually leave her equipment behind.

History:Alyre was born and raised in the Garresch rainforest by her mother and father, who traveled with a few other families through the rainforest’s vast tangles. During her childhood she was introduced to several kinds of animals and taught the philosophy of natural harmony that became one of her most important aspects. Her parents and friends taught her how to live by the forest and how to read the signs of animals so they could be warded off or even befriended. She learned how to survive on her own in the dangerous forest and how to find food when there looked to me none. Traveling with her parents taught her almost everything she knows about physical life and survival, and they also taught her to be happy and to look upon situations with a light heart. She loved her parents and bonded closely with her friends, and made friends with the local animals whenever possible. The only thing she wasn’t introduced to was new people.

When Alyre was 20, she underwent her first transformation. She had learned well the ways of the local parrots, and had bonded especially with a grey named Csrell. Her parents told her that when she was of age she would have to think of everything that makes an animal what it is, and this is what she did with Csrell. Since her first transformation her family guided her into the world of many animals, but the grey parrot was always her favourite. She lived for another decade with her parents, growing and maturing, and one day they no-longer had anything to teach her. She had learned to change, to fight, hunt, and live by her wits and skills. She knew that is was time to leave her family and find adventure on her own, and at the age of only 30 she left to find her destiny, saying goodbye to Csrell and her friends and family before leaving on her own.

The first thing Alyre did when she left home was set off to find the city of Terrubane. She had heard a few things about the great city, but knew only that it was a great hub of activity, and she decided that was where she had to go to find adventure. When she arrived though, she wasn’t prepared for the sheer numbers of people she found. She had lived all her life in a small group of close friends and family, and dealing with new people was something that her parents had not taught her. So began the time when she struggled to live in the bustling city, when it was a challenge for the elf who was comfortable in the vicious jungle to walk down the street. Alyre spent over ten years in and out of the city, doing odd jobs within its walls for weeks at a time before retreating back to the world outside. At the end of her ordeal, while she didn’t feel completely at home in the city, she knew how to survive. Now she roams as a mercenary, using her skills outside of cities to help those who dwell within them.
Edited by Wyrmling, Feb 21 2009, 01:14 PM.
"From the tiny egg the great wyrm grows." -Kobold Preverb, D&D Draconomicon
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If Gerald had eyelids, he would have blinked in confusion, but all he did now was to tilt his head curiously as he watched the utterly insane girl that stood before him, not quite sure how to respond to her words. He was literally a pile of walking bones, wielding the equipment of a battlemage rather than a necromancer, and the quite unique appearance of his lich-crown standing out from any kind of jewelry or garnment Gerald had ever seen during his more than four centuries in this world... yet this girl was fascinated by his eyes? Two red orbs in otherwise empty eye sockets? How fascinating could that really be, compared to the rest of him?
"My apologies, my mistake," he said with a slight bow to the crazy girl, "Your reasoning is very convincing that you are indeed quite sane. But where are my manners? I am Gerald River, and my eyes needed to change along with the rest of my nature." He paused, examining her closely. "Are you Galangdei, then?"
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"Of course I'm sane, Lich-king," Jey said, throwing out her free hand to emphasize the point. "Lich-king, is what he his. Geeeerald Riiiver." She tried the name out and grinned, finding that she liked the way it sounded. It was very much like Galangdei in pronunciation. Sort-of, sort-of not really but there was the similiarity? "Lich-king who wants the world - tell me, Gerald River - who wants the world --"

Jey cut, and did not finish her question. Instead, she tilted her head to match the angle GeraldRiver-whowantedtheworld's was tilted at and wrinkled her nose. "No, no, you've got it all wrong. I am Jey. Jeyjey." (Jey. Jeyne. Jeyney. Jeyjey. Little Jey.)

In a move well-practiced, she flicked her wrist; Galangdei, trailing in the dirt behind unpainted flashed (plainly, Jey noted sadly) in the sunlight as it flipped, landing with a thud as a bit into the dirt before her, trailing in the dirt before.

"This is Galangdei. Say hi, Galangdei. Galangdei says hi."

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For a few moments, Gerald just stared at the sword, and despite the fact that the entire maneveur that had been performed to place the weapon where it was seemed very impressive, Gerald still could not seem to get over that she seemed to think that the sword could talk. Well, some weapons did speak to their wielders, but they were usually products of extremely powerful enchantments or very mighty spells gone awry, and Gerald did not sense sufficient amounts of mana in the blade for either to be plausible. Then it was quite more possible that, paired with her behavior, that the girl merely thought it was talking to her.
And the way she spoke... there was most definitely something completely wrong with her head. And the fact that she mentioned that he wanted the world... which was true... spoke for that she either had incredible analytic abilities or could read minds, and considering her otherwise rather... odd behavior that did not exactly inspire Gerald to think of her as a brilliant mind, he thought the latter most likely. Her skill, paired with that ability... she could be a brilliant tool, if he could manipulate her into doing as he wanted.

"Right..." he said, shooting another glance at the sword, "Err... hello, Galangdei, and greetings to you as well, Jey-jey. And I am just a lich, not a king." He paused, examining her closely as he tried to conjure up thoughts of the Forsaken Weapons in his mind, to test whether she really could read his mind.
"And perhaps since you do not follow me anymore, perhaps you would help me instead?" he suggested cautiously, "You see, I was following someone else when I noticed you, someone that I wanted to... err... paint my blade with, but you see, those people won't let me do so. I was wondering if you and Galangdei would help me paint with them?"
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Jey brightened when he spoke-but-did-not-speak of Forsaken Weapons, because Meryc knew of Forsaken Weapons, but Meryc was not inclined to speak his knowledge because GeraldRiver-whowantedtheworld had not greeted Meryc when he had greeted Jey and Galangdei. Meryc was suitably annoyed now - not sulky, Meryc was never sulky - just irritated, sometimes.

"For-sake-en," Jey repeated in a sing-song tone. "Mer-ryc knows some-thing but he's up-se-het with you!" She wanted to explain - Meryc wanted her to - but she wanted to talk about why GeraldRiver-whowantedtheworld spokenotspoke funny. Unable to choose, she decide to do both at once because it made much more sense to her. "You never - your speakingnotspeaking - said hi - sounds so - to Meryc - funny. Meryc's-" she lowered her voice to a hushed whisper that Meryc might not hear "-sulking now. Except don't tell him I said so - and stop speaknotspeaking so loud. 'Cause then Meryc will hear."

She ignored his invitation to paint, because Meryc absolutely refused to do anything else that included the man-really-not-aman until he was properly greeted.

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Gerald chuckled silently to himself. She thought that he spoke in a funny way? Except, this girl claimed that it was not her who thought so, but in fact some entity called 'Meryc', and with another chuckle, Gerald wondered if the Meryc-thing was some piece of her clothes? Or a piece of jewelry? Or some random pepple she had picked up from the ground at some point and had decided it could talk? Either way, he decided bear with her, since she had proven that she could, in fact, read thoughts... which at once was unsettling and useful. But he would need to win her favor in order to use her for his own purposes...

"Once again I as for you and your... companions' forgiveness, I did not realize that there was anyone here but you and Galangdei. Of course I must also hail to you... Meryc, was it?" he said, while he at the same time tried to inch his way closer to Jey and her sword - just in case the negotiations with this madman failed. Gerald would want to be in a position from which he could defend himself, should it be necessary. "And I also offer my sincere apologies for thinking so... loud, since it apparently bothers this 'Meryc' you speak of."
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Alyre stepped warily onto a slim ledge, testing it to make sure that it would hold her before resting her full weight on it. She levered her small body carefully down the rock face, her strange, tilted eyes darting warily around her. As she looked for a handhold she could use to lower herself down, it would be obvious to any who looked that the slender elf was feeling out of place. Her movements were stiff and careful, and her wide eyes were fully dilated, large dark circles ringed by only a thin hoop of gold. Her slim, dark tail hung limp down her back, making her clothes damp with perspiration. Alyre lowered herself slowly down the cliff, glanced hopefully below her, and immediately snapped her gaze back to the rock in front of her. The ground was still more than one hundred feet down, and she had little confidence in the strength of the mountain that she was traversing.

Taking a deep breath, she felt around with her foot until she located a tiny crevice, placing the tip of her toe inside. She wasn’t afraid of heights usually, and in fact she had considered the very idea to be silly for most of her life. But that was before she had decided to take a trip through the Gateway. It wasn’t actually an idle trip: she had finally succumbed to her urge to travel beyond the land she knew, and explore the lands beyond. Knowing that the northern region of Gelbeterron was a region filled with plains and pine forests, Alyre had decided that it would be a good idea to go there to widen her experience of the world, and to meet new animals. However, she had decided to go through the mountains, rather than taking a boat to Gelbeterron Port. And that was how she had found herself here. Unwilling to fly over the mountains and leave her equipment behind she had opted for the long and perilous journey through the Gate of Gelbeterron, and though she was almost out of the mountains, those last hundred or so feet looked to be the longest of her entire four-score life.

Slowly the lithe elf sank downward, easing her hand from her last handhold and putting more pressure on the foot wedged in the crevice. Her chest heaved with gasping breaths, and she had to make an effort to calm them. This was possibly the most tense, frightening ordeal of her life, even worse than her first day inside Terrubane. Alyre shifted uncomfortably, her damp clothes sticking to her in a way they rarely had inside the hot, steamy rain forest. She carefully freed a hand to wipe her forehead, drawing one long limb across her face as she mustered the courage to try looking for another grip so she could continue her journey downward. As it turned out, this was not needed: when her weight shifted, the already questionable strength of the crevice where her foot was lodged failed, and the crack collapsed. The small elf plunged suddenly downward, her other foot slipping from the ledge and the tips of her fingers on one hand catching a hold on a tiny ledge. Alyre’s heart pounded furiously as she searched for another handhold to grab onto, but it was a pointless exercise. After only a fraction of a second, her hand slipped from its perch on the jutting stone.

And, twisting and flailing hopelessly in the air, the forest-born elf plummeted down towards the rocky ground.
"From the tiny egg the great wyrm grows." -Kobold Preverb, D&D Draconomicon
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As Mercinus began to ponder over who the figure was, and why he had confronted him there and then, a familiar sound had reached his ears. Is that… the sound of rocks falling? That must mean… This had forced the mercenary to jerk his head towards the Gateway, and saw something falling off the mountain, and was heading towards the ground. Mercinus squinted his eyes, and saw several limb-like thinks coming out of the mysterious object. His mind was racing. Oh no… Someone has fallen off the Gateway! I must get to them quickly, just in case they are injured. There is no way in Heaven’s chance that he would be able to make it. Not unless… He remembered that there was only one being in the group that was closer, and quick enough for the person to be saved.

He turned towards S.I.N, and pointed towards the falling figure. “S.I.N… There’s a figure falling near the Gateway. Get to them, and try and stop them from falling into the rocky ground!” The robot nodded, and dashed off towards the falling rock clusters, and the figure. Mercinus ran towards the group, and unstrapped his gear. “Come on, guys. We may need to tend to an injured person very shortly.” He reached into his backpack, and grabbed out a small medical pack out, which only consisted of bandages and tissues. Cursing at the predicament, he unrolled his bedspread, and laid it down on the ground. “I need something to make the person comfortable, just in case there is a broken bone!”
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Meanwhile, S.I.N was sprinting as fast as he can, quickly approaching the place where the person was about to land. As he approached the location, with the person falling dangerously close to the rocky ground, the robot had to be sure that he had calculated the distance for him to jump and grab the falling person. If he was too far away, and he would miss the person before he had a chance of grabbing them, their body being crushed by the sheer speed of the fall, and killing them. If he was too close when he jumped, the figure would smash through his entire frame, destroying him and killing the person from his fragments. The pressure was on him, as he hurried his calculation. As the person neared 40m from impact, S.I.N failed to calculate the right place to jump, and lunged forward.

Both the figure and S.I.N’s arms connected, as he successfully caught the falling figure from her fall. From the instant that the person had touched his arms, he forced his entire body in front of the woman, so that his body would impact the mountain wall, and not the body. A few seconds later, and his body crashed into the wall, creating a grating sound of metal and stone. His entire back panels and metal frame was instantly crushed from the speed that he was running. Hydraulic fluid splattered across the mountain face, as the pipes inside cracked and exploded from the enormous pressure that his body was going through. A few seconds later, he removed his body from its crumpled state, and laid the elven woman on the ground. ”Are you alright, madam?” Although the speed would have killed anyone, he was still alive, and wasn’t going to shut down for a while. That is, unless all of the fluid in his pipes had fled his metal frame.
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"Meryc's happy now!" Jey said cheerfully; she dropped Galangdei to clap with enthusiasm. Meryc could be a real pain when he was sulky - rather, irritated. Before relaying his message, though, she slipped a booted foot under Galangdei's hilt and kicked it up back into her right hand. Frowning slightly, she tapped a pale finger against her lips and wrinkled her nose in thought before speaking her mind -rather, GeraldRiver-whowantedtheworld's mind.

"Ne-go-ti-a-tions," she repeated the word as she heard it. "With a madman." She giggled, as if that were single most funny thing she'd ever heard. "Oh, oh, I do agree- Meryc is a madman. Ne-go-ti-a-tions with Meryc always -- whatwhat? Oh yes - fail."

She puffed up her cheeks, and then blew out - "Is how ne-go-ti-a-tions with Meryc go. He doesn't like it when people talk long. Kaboom! 'Splosions, all over -- " she paused, cocked an ear as if listening to something - or someone - and then continued, voice dropping to a stage-whisper as if to make the story she was telling more interesting "-- that's how he found Galangdei. Ohhhyes. Ne-go-ti-a-tions failed - soandso didn't want to give up a For-sake-en Weapon, so Meryc sent kabooms and took Galangdei anway."

She nodded earnestly, eyes wider than normal, as to say it's true, I promise.

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It took Alyre's mind a fraction of a second to realize that she was falling increasingly fast, and was going to die if she didn't do something. Thinking fast, she began to focus on the grey parrot, willing her panicked body to transform. Just as she felt her bones begin to lighten, the first sign that the transformation was taking place, she caught a glimpse of an extremely fast moving object and then she was hit hard from the side. Just when she was sure that she was about to be sandwiched between the cliff face and her attacker they flipped around, and suddenly she felt a tremendous impact through the body of the other person. There was a loud grating noise from directly behind her, and that was when Alyre noticed that it was not flesh, plate, or chain armor that she felt behind her, but solid metal. Her rescuer, if that's what it was, wasn't even alive. After a hideously long second, the figure slid to the ground and gently put her down.

Now that Alyre could properly see her rescuer, she knew without a doubt that it was not a living being. It's surface was metallic, and crumpled like a discarded piece of paper. She see twisted tubes inside of it, and pale fluids dripped steadily from cracks in the ruptured piping. Great rends interrupted the neat bends and seams in the metal that covered the being's entirety, revealing bare joints and shafts. The small elf had no idea what the thing was, but a living creature could never survive being in such a state. She concluded that it must be some sort of golem, powered by magic so that it could move around. Certainly she knew of people with great magics capable of creating such a piece of equipment. Her calm deduction of the machine's function and state of being was interrupted abruptly when it looked at her and spoke.

"Are you all right, madam?" the thing said, the sound coming from no recognizable source. Alyre had not even considered that the construct might be intelligent enough to speak, and it took her a full second to recover enough to reply. "I am unharmed," she said, her voice soft but high-pitched from adrenaline. She focused on her own form so that her bones would return to normal, feeling them become heavier and stronger. She was lucky that she hadn't broken any of them upon impact, since they were thinner and more fragile at the time. "Thank you for rescuing me from my fall," she said politely. "That was very selfless of you, and has cost you much." The elf stood slowly and indicated the great tears in the automaton's body, along with the pieces and fluids it had left behind on the mountainside.
Edited by Wyrmling, Feb 21 2009, 08:44 PM.
"From the tiny egg the great wyrm grows." -Kobold Preverb, D&D Draconomicon
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