Cyrrane
Number of People: 4
(2 Females 2 Males)
Next visit with Ancestors: Today
Myriam walked silently as she went on her border patrol. The previous day, Aarons story had chilled her. What if that bear came? She knew how to fight, and no doubt Aaron could too, but they were only two. A fullgrown bear would be too much. Deep in her thoughts, Myriam had failed to notice the two tall figures approaching on her right.
"Excuse me?" a gentle yet strong voice startled Myriam. She whirled around, hand dropping to the dagger at her side. She relaxed slightly when she noticed who it was, yet her hand stayed near the dagger. Elves! Myriam was a little embarrassed to have been caught by surprise, but she didn't show it and stood straight. "Who are you?" Myriam asked curiously. She would normally be more wary of strangers, but elves weren't known to be bandits, and if they had wanted to attack her they already would have done so.
"Zaos and Laedrya Faelen." The man replied calmly. Myriam looked at them, intrigued. They certainly were one strange pair. The man, Zaos, has short, curly black hair. His skin was deathly pale and he was very tall. His wife was equally as tall, but the similarities ended there. Her skin was ebony black and her hair light golden. When she looked at Myriam, the latter noticed the same unsettling red eyes as those of Aaron.
"What are you doing here?" Myriam wondered. Zaos frowned. "Wouldn't it be fair if you told us who you are first? I told you who we are, now is your turn." he snapped. Myriam was startled, and took a slight step back. He was rather aggressive... But gathering her courage, She took a step forward and stood up straighter. "You arrived on my villages territory just like that. This is my home and I do not permit you to speak to me that way." she snapped.
A flicker of doubt came up in Zaos' eyes, soon replaced by a slight look of respect. He bowed low. "pardon me, I had to test you..." he looked up, a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth. "not all humans are worthy enough to count two elves among their ranks." Myriam frowned. She really did not like his way of speaking, nor of doing things. "does that mean you wish to join me in the village?" she asked. Zaos nodded. "yes. Laedrya and me have grown tired of wandering on our own, we wish to settle down."
Myriam forced a little smile. "well thank you." she said. "Now, I suppose I should get you to the village. Follow me!" she said and started walking. As the two elves followed her, Myriam couldn't help but steal a few glimpses of the woman. She had never spoken and her fave had stayed impassive throughout the whole conversation... She definitely was once strange person, as strange as her husband.
~the next day~
When she woke, Myriam had the strange feeling this day wouldn't go well. She reluctantly got out of her bed, put her shoes on and left the house. Zaos and Laedrya were already up, but Aaron not yet. Zaos walked to Myriam. "What will we be doing?" he asked. "Well, I need to know what your strengths are first." Myriam asked. Zaos smirked. "I am a warrior." He said simply. His wife waited a second before speaking. "I work well with plants, I help them grow and know a lot of them." Miryam smiled a little at the woman. She had a very soft, gentle voice, so different from her partners. "You can be a gatherer, while you, Zaos, will be a warrior." Zaos nodded. Myriam had had to make a split second decision when appointing Zaos as a warrior and not a War Chief. In truth, she did not trust him completely...
"Oh, sorry I woke up late!" Aaron's bedraggled voice came from behind. Zaos turned and Myriam saw the obvious disgust on his face. She frowned a little. She turned her head slightly and it was then that she noticed Laedrya watching her. It was obvious the elven woman had understood why Myriam was frowning- yet, she said nothing and turned to look at Aaron. Myriam, confused and wanting to know more, turned towards Aaron as well.
"who is he exactly?" Zaos asked, bristling. "Aaron Crawford is my hunting chief. He arrived yesterday." Myriam explained. As soon as she did, she wished she hadn't, for Zaos' frown deepened. "Hunting chief? Does that mean there should be a War chief too, in your village?" he asked, his voice dangerously low. Myriam felt stuck. What could she say? She decided to go for the truth, he'd see either way. "yes. There normally is a war chief too, but we aren't enough to have one yet." she looked straight into his dark brown eyes.
Zaos was furious. His lips were a thin, white line and his eyes angry slits. He opened his mouth to talk- but was stopped by his wife's gentle hand on his arm. "it is no use getting angry over this, Zaos. You are above that." she murmured. Zaos forced himself to relax; his shoulders lowered, his hands unclenched themselves and his lips were not as thin as before. He bowed to Myriam. "excuse me, I should not have behaved this way." he said. Myriam, her eyes a little wide, nodded. "N-No problem." behind her, Aaron liked extremely confused.
"Now, Laedrya, I'd like you to go picking fruits or vegetables, and maybe find some seeds if you can. Zaos, please go on a patrol. Aaron, I'd like you to go hunting. I will ask my ancestors for some to help us." Myriam handed out the roles quickly and efficiently. It wasn't very complicated really, all had a certain thing they were good at doing. That was their role, their rank. The other three nodded, and soon all walked in different directions.
(Myriam asking the ancestors for a hunter
Zaos going on border patrol
Aaron hunting
Laedrya picking fruits/vegetables)
Number of People: 4
(2 Females 2 Males)
Next visit with Ancestors: Today
Myriam walked silently as she went on her border patrol. The previous day, Aarons story had chilled her. What if that bear came? She knew how to fight, and no doubt Aaron could too, but they were only two. A fullgrown bear would be too much. Deep in her thoughts, Myriam had failed to notice the two tall figures approaching on her right.
"Excuse me?" a gentle yet strong voice startled Myriam. She whirled around, hand dropping to the dagger at her side. She relaxed slightly when she noticed who it was, yet her hand stayed near the dagger. Elves! Myriam was a little embarrassed to have been caught by surprise, but she didn't show it and stood straight. "Who are you?" Myriam asked curiously. She would normally be more wary of strangers, but elves weren't known to be bandits, and if they had wanted to attack her they already would have done so.
"Zaos and Laedrya Faelen." The man replied calmly. Myriam looked at them, intrigued. They certainly were one strange pair. The man, Zaos, has short, curly black hair. His skin was deathly pale and he was very tall. His wife was equally as tall, but the similarities ended there. Her skin was ebony black and her hair light golden. When she looked at Myriam, the latter noticed the same unsettling red eyes as those of Aaron.
"What are you doing here?" Myriam wondered. Zaos frowned. "Wouldn't it be fair if you told us who you are first? I told you who we are, now is your turn." he snapped. Myriam was startled, and took a slight step back. He was rather aggressive... But gathering her courage, She took a step forward and stood up straighter. "You arrived on my villages territory just like that. This is my home and I do not permit you to speak to me that way." she snapped.
A flicker of doubt came up in Zaos' eyes, soon replaced by a slight look of respect. He bowed low. "pardon me, I had to test you..." he looked up, a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth. "not all humans are worthy enough to count two elves among their ranks." Myriam frowned. She really did not like his way of speaking, nor of doing things. "does that mean you wish to join me in the village?" she asked. Zaos nodded. "yes. Laedrya and me have grown tired of wandering on our own, we wish to settle down."
Myriam forced a little smile. "well thank you." she said. "Now, I suppose I should get you to the village. Follow me!" she said and started walking. As the two elves followed her, Myriam couldn't help but steal a few glimpses of the woman. She had never spoken and her fave had stayed impassive throughout the whole conversation... She definitely was once strange person, as strange as her husband.
~the next day~
When she woke, Myriam had the strange feeling this day wouldn't go well. She reluctantly got out of her bed, put her shoes on and left the house. Zaos and Laedrya were already up, but Aaron not yet. Zaos walked to Myriam. "What will we be doing?" he asked. "Well, I need to know what your strengths are first." Myriam asked. Zaos smirked. "I am a warrior." He said simply. His wife waited a second before speaking. "I work well with plants, I help them grow and know a lot of them." Miryam smiled a little at the woman. She had a very soft, gentle voice, so different from her partners. "You can be a gatherer, while you, Zaos, will be a warrior." Zaos nodded. Myriam had had to make a split second decision when appointing Zaos as a warrior and not a War Chief. In truth, she did not trust him completely...
"Oh, sorry I woke up late!" Aaron's bedraggled voice came from behind. Zaos turned and Myriam saw the obvious disgust on his face. She frowned a little. She turned her head slightly and it was then that she noticed Laedrya watching her. It was obvious the elven woman had understood why Myriam was frowning- yet, she said nothing and turned to look at Aaron. Myriam, confused and wanting to know more, turned towards Aaron as well.
"who is he exactly?" Zaos asked, bristling. "Aaron Crawford is my hunting chief. He arrived yesterday." Myriam explained. As soon as she did, she wished she hadn't, for Zaos' frown deepened. "Hunting chief? Does that mean there should be a War chief too, in your village?" he asked, his voice dangerously low. Myriam felt stuck. What could she say? She decided to go for the truth, he'd see either way. "yes. There normally is a war chief too, but we aren't enough to have one yet." she looked straight into his dark brown eyes.
Zaos was furious. His lips were a thin, white line and his eyes angry slits. He opened his mouth to talk- but was stopped by his wife's gentle hand on his arm. "it is no use getting angry over this, Zaos. You are above that." she murmured. Zaos forced himself to relax; his shoulders lowered, his hands unclenched themselves and his lips were not as thin as before. He bowed to Myriam. "excuse me, I should not have behaved this way." he said. Myriam, her eyes a little wide, nodded. "N-No problem." behind her, Aaron liked extremely confused.
"Now, Laedrya, I'd like you to go picking fruits or vegetables, and maybe find some seeds if you can. Zaos, please go on a patrol. Aaron, I'd like you to go hunting. I will ask my ancestors for some to help us." Myriam handed out the roles quickly and efficiently. It wasn't very complicated really, all had a certain thing they were good at doing. That was their role, their rank. The other three nodded, and soon all walked in different directions.
(Myriam asking the ancestors for a hunter
Zaos going on border patrol
Aaron hunting
Laedrya picking fruits/vegetables)
- Head Chief:
Myriam Sheherezad | 23 | Female | Human
↪ ST-D7 / HC-48 / HS-HW / EC-DBrown
Shaman:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url] | Skill Number
↪ n/a/n
War Chief:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ n/a/n
Warriors:
Zaos Faelen | 29 | Male | Elf
↪ ST-E3 / HC-130 / HS-LC / EC-DBrown
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ n/a/n
Scout Chief:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ n/a/n
Scouts:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ n/a/n
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ n/a/n
Hunting Chief:
Aaron Crawford | 32 | Male | Human
↪ ST-C3 / HC-69 / HS-S / EC-Red
Hunters:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ n/a/n
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ n/a/n
Gatherers:
Laedrya Faelen | 27 | Female | Elf
↪ ST-A11 / HC-10 / HS-LC / EC-Red
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ n/a/n
Apprentices:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ n/a/n
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ n/a/n
Testers:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ n/a/n
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ n/a/n
Mothers:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ n/a/n
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ n/a/n
Children:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ n/a/n
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ n/a/n
Elders:
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ n/a/n
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ n/a/n
- Ally Villages:
Village Name | Username
Village Name | Username
Enemy Villages:
Village Name | Username
Village Name | Username
Borders:
North | Forest and a river | Black Rock Weyr | Simonpet
East | Forest | Village Name | Username
South | Forest | Village Name | Username
West | Lake | Village Name | Username
Food Storage:
(normally 4 servings every post but now in fasting period)
Deer | x0 | servings
Boar | x0 | servings
Hare | x2 | 2 servings
Bovine | x0 | servings
Carrots | x0 | servings
Potatoes | x0 | servings
Mushrooms | x0 | servings
Apples | x0 | servings
Berries | x0 | servings
Melons | x0 | servings
Total: 2 servings | 0 years
Items:
Item Name | in use/ not used | When it will Perish
Item Name | in use/ not used | When it will Perish
Pets:
Pet Name | Type of Animal | Age | Gender | [url=link]Looks[/url]
Pet Name | Type of Animal | Age | Gender | [url=link]Looks[/url]
Mentors:
Mentor | Apprentice | Profession | No. of training sessions |
↪ learned
Mentor | Apprentice | Profession | No. of training sessions |
↪ learned
Deceased:
Name | Cause of Death
Name | Cause of Death
Crushes:
Name ->/<-> Name
Family:
Zaos and Laedrya | Kids
Name and Name | Kids
