Cyrrane
Number of People: 42
(19 Females 23 Males)
0-5 (0): 6 | 6-20 (1/2): 9 | 21+ (1): 27
Number of Pets: (1/4) 18
Amount of servings: 36
Next visit with Ancestors: 9th of March
Patrolling with Ulgrik and Jorveid changed up Pantaleon and Jaymes' routine quite a lot. Jaymes, having previously opened up to Pantaleon, at least partly, was now as closed up as before. Jorveid and Pantaleon were doing most of the talking, and the latter was delighted in having found a perfect chatting partner for patrols. Ulgrik hung around the edges, doing most of the work by sending Iméra out scouting a little ahead, and training the younger pups. Jaymes sometimes gave him a few tips, finding that being with Ulgrik and the dogs was better than getting his ears blabbered off by the other two. Sometimes, Jaymes found it hard to believe that he was Panto's junior by 10 years. In early afternoon, after having taken a quick lunch break, the four scouts had barely walked on when, near the edge of Cyrrane territory, they saw some unnatural colors and shapes in between the trees. Purple and white, very square and round shapes.. They came closer, Panto and Jorveid finally stopping to talk, to inspect it. It was a cart of very fine make, the purple having been velvet seats, and the outside was colored in a pure white color- too clean to have been here for long. As the four of them examined the cart, there was rustling in the bushes all around- a single bark from Orchid made them all whirl around. Four people had come out from behind the surrounding trees and were ambushing them.
"Good girl." Jaymes murmured to the young dog as she puffed up her fur as much as possible, growling at the people around them. The other two dogs were doing the same, with Iméra looking the most intimidating. Ulgrik, a generally very observant person, cursed to himself under his breath. How could he have been so careless? His eyes traveled to the four people surrounding them. The person right in front of him was not very tall, and looked young. He- or was it she? Ulgrik couldn't quite tell- had tan skin and a vicious-looking ferret was on their shoulder. To their left was a lot less threatening person, a pale-skinned, well-dressed woman, even shorter than the first person. She had delicate features and her blond hair was neatly tied back to show her slightly pointed ears. A hobbit, perhaps? In any case, she wasn't worrying Ulgrik. No, the two who really worried Ulgrik were on his left and slightly behind him. One had the same tan skin as the first person, and was holding a heavy-looking broadsword in his hand. He wielded it easily, his strong muscles showing: he was obviously a practiced fighter. His face was set in hard lines. The last one must be the leader. His light green eyes contrasted sharply with his ebony skin, and he held a long and thin sword in his hand- it looked swift and deadly. His face was full of cunning, and yet he had a small smile at his lips. Ulgrik shuddered. He had to keep his son away from that man.
"Hey, guys? There's no need to fight you know, I'm sure we can sort this out." the clear and friendly voice rang out in the near silence. All eyes turned to the short hobbit, just casually walking towards the dark-skinned man. Everyone seemed taken aback, including Panto's fellow Cyrranians. Ulgrik was fastest to recover. "Pantaleon is right, there really is no need to fight. We only wanted to check if anyone needed help, when we saw the cart.." he looked around everyone. The broad-shouldered warrior and mysterious person had no reaction. The dangerous-looking man looked over at the young hobbit woman. "What say you, Lady Song?" his voice was rich and loud- a knowledgeable talker. The so-called Lady Song looked over the group of scouts, and nodded once. "Tell us where you are from." she ordered. Ulgrik mused that she must be wealthy- only wealthy people had such a way of talking. "We live in Cyrrane, a village not too far from here. This is the edge of our territory." he explained. "We are scouts, and were simply patrolling when we saw the cart." the woman looked satisfied. Before she could say anything, the dark-skinned man talked again.
"I suppose it's fair to introduce ourselves as well. My name is Virion, and me and my friends here, Aakash and Alban," he indicated the other warrior and the person with the ferret, "are warriors, and we were contracted by Lady Song to accompany her on a long hunting trip. Our cart sadly broke down, and we don't have anywhere to go." to Ulgrik's surprise, Jaymes spoke up. "Contracted, you say?" Virion looked at Jaymes, eyes darkening for a second. "Yes, contracted. It was made official, wasn't it, Lady Song?" and the woman nodded quickly, although shot a strange look at Virion. To Jaymes, it showed that she wasn't sure of the dark man's intentions. Pantaleon spoke next. "Well, you know, you can all come and stay in Cyrrane for a while! We always love having people who can help out with the hunting and patrolling. We've still got a few empty houses too." Ulgrik shot the hobbit a quick look. Had he really not gathered the fact that these were dangerous people? It seemed not. Virion nodded at Pantaleon. "That does sound wonderful, young sir." he smiled, but Jaymes couldn't help noticing it never reached his eyes. "Lady Song?" Virion looked over at her. The woman nodded at Panto, ignoring Virion. "Thank you very much. You can call me Peony."
And so the now much bigger group walked on in direction of the village. The atmosphere was tense: Ulgrik always made sure to stay between Virion and his son, and Jaymes was deep in his thoughts. Not for one second did he believe these were simple hired warriors. It wasn't the first time he was in contact with the 'bad crowds' and the three warriors just screamed 'danger' at him. Simply the use of the words 'contracted' were much of a clue. It was commonplace amongst those type of people to call their ghastly errands 'contracts'. What was perhaps equally as worrying was what such a vulnerable and wealthy person such as Peony Song was doing out here with them.
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Laedrya had gone to talk with Xzavier about the plants a little earlier, and while coming back, she saw that there was a large group of people who had arrived. She recognized Pantaleon, Ulgrik, Jaymes and Jorveid, but there were four other people that Laedrya didn't recognize- or at least at first. As the woman came closer, one of the new figures stood out to her. This figure was tall, dark-skinned, with brown hair.. And on that hair, a delicate crown of thorns was placed.
When she finally made out his face, Laedrya felt her blood freeze in her veins. Her fists clenched and she stepped towards the group, eyes fixed on the man. As if he knew someone was coming, the man turned around. When his green eyes first set on Laedrya, a mixture of emotions flashed across his face. First was satisfaction, then anger and bitterness, and at last something else softened that anger.
"Laedrya, it's wonderful to see you here! I hadn't expected to see you." his voice might seem casual, but to Laedrya, it sounded soft-she knew him too well to not notice his different tone. "Virion." Laedrya's voice shook slightly, though whether it was anger or shock, no-one could tell. "I'm also surprised to see you here." Virion smiled. "Oh you know, I was just accompanying Lady Song over here on a hunting trip. Our cart broke down and we decided to come here- I really didn't think I'd find you." "Always so well-spoken, I see." Laedrya mumbled. Her eyes rose again to his crown, and her stomach churned. "Is that really the-" "Yes, yes it is. The other elves, at least, recognized my worth." Laedrya shuddered. This was bad, very bad. "I didn't think they should have." she whispered.
The other people around had been following the exchange with some uneasiness. For the Cyrranians, Laedrya had always been a very gentle and kind person. Seeing her so troubled certainly didn't ease their minds about the newcomers, especially not Virion. Ulgrik watched the elven mother turn on her heels and leave, tense. He would really have to keep an eye on that man... Virion, on his part, watched her leave with a little smile. So he had been right, she really was here. Now to make sure the other one was too.
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It was late afternoon now, and all apprentices had been let off their duties. Zacchaeus was now back with Gwinaelle and Yameldein, and tried to make the most of it. "So, where are you two from? I used to live in Neomiltis, it's really far from here, but we left because there was a civil war." he told the girls. "It way way too dangerous to stay, and my mum was pregnant so she didn't want to endanger the baby. Actually there were two babies, they're twins." Gwinaelle rolled her eyes very slightly, though only her sister noticed. Zach was too much in his own world. Yameldein was amused by the fact her sister hadn't even bothered to respond. "We used to live in a Dwarf clan. It was pretty normal living." Yameldein shrugged. Just then, a very excited Jorveid arrived. "Hey Zach! Hello Gwin, hi Yam!" Zach couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly. The dwarf twins smiled and waved back at Jorveid. "Hey!" they said in unison. Jorveid's eyes were wide. "Did you know we almost got attacked on patrol with Pantaleon and my dad? Four people came out of the trees around us!" both girls looked surprised, while Zach crossed his arms. This wasn't fair, he had been the one talking with them before this kid arrived!
"Well, you know, I also got attacked once back home." Zacchaeus desperately tried to keep the attention. "And also in the other village we stayed in- I almost died!" he said dramatically. And it seemed to work. Jorveid's eyes widened. "Woah. What happened?" and there, Zach grinned. Now he could talk. "Mum and me had been living in this village full of robots and golems for a while. There were a few other humans too, but they weren't really well liked. And then some of the humans attacked the robots and golems- there was this really big fight. I was stuck at the top of a building and the building was on fire." Zach paused dramatically, took a breath to keep talking, then- "It's mum and I by the way." Gwinaelle put in. Zach shot her a furious look. "Whatever. The building was about to collapse, and I was really gonna die- the fire was coming for me. The only person nearby except for mum was this huge, coal-black golem. It had always been very scary and seemed to hate us. Mum was yelling and being really scared for me, but there was nothing she could do. But when I really thought I was gonna die, the golem just stopped the building from collapsing and helped me get out! The golem was actually nice. It then told mum and m- I to run away, which is what we did. And finally we arrived here." Zach stopped, looking around at his audience (more specifically Yameldein, if he was being honest).
Jorveid's eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open, in complete awe of this amazing adventure. Both Gwinaelle and Yameldein looked impressed, but Gwinaelle had a slightly more doubtful look on her face. She hadn't completely been fooled by the story. "It's 'mum and me' this time, Zacchaeus." she added, giving a smug grin. The older teenager rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Doesn't matter." Gwinaelle raised an eyebrow and leaned in close. "It does if you want to go out with my sister." she whispered in his ear before leaving, eyes twinkling. "What? How did you- Why- I just-" Zacchaeus looked after the dwarven girl, completely baffled. Yameldein smiled at Zacchaeus, head tilted. "I don't know what she said and I'm not sure I want to know. But thank you for the story, Zach. It really was fascinating." and she quickly hurried after her sister, hiding the blush on her face. "See you at dinner!" she called without looking back. Zach stood staring after her. "What did Gwinaelle say?" Jorveid asked, looking between Zach and the disappearing girls. "Nothing, kid." Zach said absentmindedly. Were the two sisters really close enough that Gwin could stop him from going out with Yam if she didn't want him to? Zach hoped she had simply been bluffing to confuse and embarrass him- and oh boy, had it worked well.
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The sun was sinking, and dinner time would soon arrive. Hessin had been watching his friend Jorveid talk with the older kids, but didn't really feel like he should intrude. The 14 year old boy looked around, and spotted two young elves sitting on the ground together and talking- well, one was talking excitedly, throwing his hands here and there, while the other one listened, elbows on knees and head on hands. Hessin recognized them to be Rhys and Arun, the two children from that intimidating warrior chief, Zaos. Perhaps he could talk to them? They were approximately his age, and seemed friendly enough.
Hessin thus hurried towards them and plopped down on the ground just a meter away, looking at them curiously. The blond-haired elf, Rhys, smiled as Hessin arrived. "Hey! You're Hessin, right?" the young boy nodded and scooted a little closer. "And you're Rhys, and Arun, right? Your dad is Zaos?" both boys nodded, while Rhys answered. "Yeah, he's the warrior chief! Our mom is a gatherer, but for now she's taking care of Lyra, our little sister." Hessin nodded, seeing who she was. Rhys went on. "What do your parents do? I haven't seen them, only your friend's dad." "Who, Ulgrik?" Rhys nodded. "He's my dad too! Mum is dead. Dad is a scout. Today he and Jorveid found four people on patrol!" Hessin explained. Rhys was about to answer when another voice cut in. "You don't look much like a dwarf, how can Ulgrik be your dad?" Arun had spoken. Rhys looked surprised, but didn't say anything. Hessin shook his head quickly. "Well, I am a dwarf! I've always lived with Jorveid and dad." Arun looked unconvinced. "Are you sure? Have you had any beard growing yet? Also haven't you noticed how tall you are?" Hessin crossed his arms. "My beard is late. And also I'm just a little on the tall side."
Before Arun could voice his skepticism once more, a smaller figure came running up to them. "Arun! Rhys! How was testing today?" Rhys grinned and caught Lyra by the waist, making her sit next to him. Lyra sat cross-legged, arms in front of her with the palms on the ground. She looked excited. Rhys ruffled her hair. "It was fine! I was with Myriam, and she showed me how she takes care of the whole village. She says she does a lot of paperwork, and I also saw how she manages the food and other supplies." Lyra tilted her head. "What's aperwork?" "Paperwork. It's a lot of papers with things written on them, like numbers or permissions or stuff like that. Myriam says it's useless but people seem to feel reassured by it so she keeps filling them in." Rhys explained. Lyra nodded. "So like the paper with my name on it that says mum and dad and my mum and dad?" "Yeah, that sort of stuff."
Lyra then turned to Arun. "What did you do today?" her older brother shifted uncomfortably, not enjoying the attention. "I went mining. It wasn't fun, I don't like the dark." he mumbled, hoping the attention would be off him soon. Lyra had other plans. "Ooh did you find any shiny rocks? Also how was Jorund? He's always weird.." Arun hesitated on how to answer the double question. "I helped find some copper. And I didn't stay with Jorund much, Silas was a lot nicer. He likes the dark more." At this point, Hessin, who had noticed how uncomfortable talking Arun was, came in. "I think Silas is an albino, no? His skin is very pale and his hair too. That means he's very sensitive to light. That's probably why he doesn't like the sun." Hessin looked at Rhys. The blond boy was surprised. "How do you know that?" "I used to read a lot." before any of them could say anything more, a loud call rang out. "Dinner time, children!" it was Aaron, holding the young Talyn in his arms. It had become common that he helped in the kitchen and got the children to eat. "Aaaaarooon, can Hessin eat with uuus?" Lyra pleaded, running to hug his legs. The red-hair grinned and patted her head. "Yes, we've organized that all children eat together, for today at least. Come, we grille rabbit with blueberry sauce, you'll love it." and all four children rushed to the common center area, where tables and chairs had been set up, mouths already watering.
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Much later, as night had already fallen, the young healer Joan was taking a breather, walking down the hill and towards the river. Everyone in Cyrrane was very nice, that certainly wasn't a problem. But there were just so many people... It was nice to be in silence and nature once more. Joan wasn't paying particular attention to where she was going, so she wasn't extraordinarily surprised when she noticed she had arrived on the small beach, near the place she had first been found by Myriam. It had been.. Years ago. Joan thought about the circumstances of her arrival. Out in the forest, she was attacked by a bear. Apparently a mother bear, with cubs, too. What had always been odd to Joan was the fact she knew the forest well, and definitely had been far from bear territory- especially in early summer, when there were cubs. So how had those bears been there?.. Joan walked to the spot she vaguely remembered as the place she had been found at. The current had carried her here after she had jumped into the river, trying to get away from that bear. Joan still bore the long scar from where the bear had caught her before she had jumped.
As she looked over the river edge, Joan could imagine the scene very well. Her, unconscious and bleeding, lying in the sand. Myriam coming and seeing her, then bandaging her wounds and helping her recover. It was crazy how clearly Joan saw the scene. She could really see her own still form in the sand- that was when a flicker of doubt made itself known. That shape in the sand.. That wasn't only her imagination, was it? Heart speeding up a little, Joan hurried towards it. In the light of the small lantern she had brought, Joan saw the face with a gasp. A young boy, just a child, perhaps 6 years old! He was drenched, and unmoving. Joan immediately ran a couple tests, careful not to move him too much should he have anything broken. His heart was still beating, and he was still breathing. However, both of those were way too slow and weak, especially for such a young boy- children usually had faster heartbeats than adults. But as long as there was a heartbeat, there was hope. Joan was at loss of what to do. She knew better than to move an unconscious person, especially one hurt on the head- and this young boy was in fact injured near the head, Joan had seen blood in his hair that certainly didn't come from anywhere else. But Joan couldn't leave him alone either. He needed urgent care and there was only so much she could do out here, in the middle of the night with nothing at hand but very few herbs she carried with her at all time.
As Joan was thinking that, the soft sound of shifting sand made her turn. To her surprise, it was a ginger cat stepping slowly towards her. "Hey Barth," Joan whispered, holding out a hand to him. The tom rubbed his head on her hand affectionately. "I suppose I may as well try that." Joan continued. "Barthelemy, look at me." he did so. "I need you to go see Pantaleon. You know who Pantaleon is, right? He's your best friend. Go to Pantaleon and tell him I need help here. Go see Panto." Joan repeated the words another couple of times to make sure he understood. "Panto, alright? Now go!" and she pointed back towards the village. As if he had understood, Barthelemy turned around and began trotting in the direction of Cyrrane- or at least as fast as he could go at his age. Joan sighed. Now, all she could do was hope, and wait.
~
About half an hour later, Joan had almost given up hope. In that time, she had already made a small fire and had done her best to dry the young boy- being drenched and cold could certainly not help his recovery. From what Joan had managed to see, he was almost unhurt, save for a large wound on his head. That one really did worry Joan, for sometimes, those wounds made it so people never woke up again, simply stayed unconscious, until they finally died of hunger and weakness. Joan had lost one patient to that, when she was a lot younger.. She wasn't prepared to let that happen again. Joan was now sitting on the sand, watching the young boy while sometimes looking up to see if there was any movement from the direction of Cyrrane. The air was cooling rapidly, but Joan had taken off her coat to out on the boy. He needed it more. For a long time, nothing happened, until finally-
"Joooaaaaan!" a voice in the distance. "Where aaaare youuuu?" and there, further down the riverbank, two dots of light bobbed up and down to the rhythm of people jogging. "I'm here!" the healer called, voice almost breaking with relief. It had worked! They were coming! After her call, there were a few relieved calls, and the lights approached her. When they came close enough, Joan recognised Zaos, Myriam and Pantaleon. Panto had been the one calling out to her, while Myriam and Zaos held torches. Smugly on Panto's shoulders sat Barthelemy. Joan smiled. "I'm so glad you came. I was worried I'd be here all night.. This child here needs urgent care." and Joan led them to the unconscious child. All three new arrivals looked shocked when they saw him, and Panto put a hand on his mouth. "Poor kid." Zaos muttered. Joan nodded. "He has an important head wound that I need to treat. I couldn't carry him on my own and had no way of getting him back to Cyrrane- I couldn't leave him alone either. We need to build a stretcher, it's best for transport, and his head needs to be moved as little as possible."
And so they built a stretcher, from nearby large sticks and their own clothes. The way back was slow, with Zaos and Myriam carrying the stretcher while Panto held the torches and Joan made sure the child wasn't moved around too much. When they arrived at the edge of the village, several people came to them, alarmed, and Joan told Laedrya to watch over the child while she ran up to the healers hut to prepare supplies. Ten minutes later, Myriam, Pantaleon and Zaos had gently dropped off the boy at the hut and were about to leave. Joan was busy with the child, cleaning his wound with extreme care, adding herbs to help with pain as well as avoid infection (an infection here would certainly be deadly).
As Joan straightened up at one point, she stumbled back suddenly, her eyes glazed and movements slow. A quick reflex from Myriam made sure she did not fall, but the leader looked worried. "Joan, are you alright?" she asked, eyebrows raised in concern, leading the healer to a chair. Joan leaned her elbow on the table and closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. "Yes.. Temporary weakness. My head spun and I couldn't see for a second.. It's just tiredness." her voice was quiet. Myriam looked over to the boy for a second, but as expected, he hadn't moved. "Joan, you need to go easy on yourself. I know you're very busy, treating everyone's cuts and bruises and healing aches all day. There are more and more people in Cyrrane, you really should think about finding someone to help you."
Joan stood up again, pushing Myriam to the side a little. "I'm fine for now." she said, and went back to finish bandaging the boy's head. "I can still treat everyone, that isn't a problem. I'm just a little tired because it's late and I was stressed out." Myriam didn't give up. "Joan, this is exactly why you need to find a second healer. When there are late nights like this, you need someone to relay you, someone with as much knowledge as you. You know Pantaleon and I will always be here to help if needed, but we don't have the knowledge to do anything if something goes wrong. Everything is on your shoulders, and I certainly know how difficult that is." There was a long pause, during which Joan kept bandaging the child's head silently. When she finally finished, Joan straightened up slowly, a long sigh escaping her lips. "Fine, I'll.. See if anyone seems interested." Myriam smiled. "Thank you. I just don't want you to have a burnout. You should know yourself how bad those are." Joan smiled back tiredly. "Only too well." she agreed.
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It was later in the night, and the healer's hut was quiet. Myriam and Pantaleon had finally decided to stay, and take turns in watching the child during the night. Joan had been very reluctant to accept their help, but Myriam had almost ordered her to get some sleep, and the young healer had been forced to agree that no, she wasn't really in any shape to argue. Now, Myriam was awake, while Joan slept in a corner, on her mattress, and Panto dozed in a chair nearby. The thing that made Myriam stand a little straighter was the break in the regular rhythm of three sleeping people's breathing. One of them had changed, whether it was speed or intensity- and it didn't take long for Myriam to realize who it was. As the leader looked at the unconscious child, she immediately noticed that he was taking much deeper breaths, faster too, and his mouth was slightly open. It was now at a much more normal rhythm. He seemed to finally be shaking out of the half-dead state he had been in for so long! Myriam didn't really have the time to wake up Joan, no, only managed to reach out and shake Panto awake.
When the scout stood and went to stand next to Myriam, there was a brief pause in the breathing, then it started again, calm, and the small eyes flickered open. The boy blinked a few times, eyes darting from one place to the next, looking worried. A small movement ran through his entire body, as if he had tried moving. Pantaleon was the quickest to react, and gently laid a hand on the boy's chest. "Don't move, little boy. You were badly injured. We're taking care of you." the boy relaxed a little and his mouth opened slightly, as if he were trying to say something. "A- yyou m-my dad? Mm-mum?" and his eyes flicked to both Pantaleon and Myriam. The latter smiled, trying to keep the tears away from her eyes. "We can now, little one. Now sleep." Myriam whispered, and put a hand on his cheek. The little boy smiled weakly and closed his eyes again. "Sank y-you. 'ood nnigh-t."
~the next day~
It was very early still, and the morning birds were joyfully welcoming the rising sun. In the blue and white house on the southern side of Cyrrane, a small, pale head was looking out through the window, framed by thick, dark curly hair. Lyra hadn't slept much that night: she was too excited and too stressed for that. Today, she was eight years old. Today, she would become a tester. Being a tester meant a lot of things: first, she'd actually get to meet more people, she'd be starting to think about what kind of work she wanted to do when she grew up, and she'd finally be part of the bigger kids! For now, Lyra had no rank per say, she was just.. A child. But starting today, she would be a Tester, with a big T, and finally be a real part of this village! There were so many nice people, she just had to make them proud.
Behind Lyra, a quiet figure stepped into the room, a familiar face for Lyra. "Mum, I didn't know you are up already." the little girl said, stepping away from the window. Laedrya smiled. "I often wake up early. You don't, usually. What made you get up at dawn? Is it because you'll become a tester?" the mother grabbed a chair and sat down, patting her knees for her daughter to sit on. The little girl scrambled on and nodded, turning her head to look at her mother. "I'm a little worried." she whispered, eyes wide. Laedrya smiled. "I shouldn't worry if I were you. Whatever happens, I know that everyone in this village will help you out, and do whatever they can to make sure you learn and succeed." Except Virion perhaps. Laedrya thought, but didn't say that out loud. It was nothing for a child to know. Lyra nodded at her mum's words. "But what if.. What if I mess up? I don't want you to be sad. Or dasi- dasappo-" "disappointed?" small nod. "Hey, Lyra. You and your brothers are the best things that ever happened to me. How could I ever be disappointed if I have three beautiful, smart and kind children? You are very talented Lyra, I know that and so should you. Everyone makes mistakes at times, even your father and I. It's completely normal if you don't succeed in everything straight away, and we'll always be here to support you, whatever happens."
Laedrya gave her child a hug, which the young girl enthusiastically returned. "Thanks mummy. Now I know you won't be dasi- dasapponted." Laedrya smiled and booped her on the nose once, at which Lyra giggled. "Now, let's get some food into you, milady. How does apple pie sound for breakfast?" "Yayy!!!" and Lyra jumped off her mother's knees, worry apparently all gone already. "But get into some nice clothes before we go, Lyra! You'll look very good on your first day as a tester. Which reminds me! Happy birthday!" And the way Lyra smiled at that reminded Laedrya why it was so wonderful to be a mother.
(Iméra breeds with Eagle Eye of Mekhanikos
Turning all 13 mice into carnivore scraps
Lyra is testing gathering with Ana
Hessin is testing healing with Joan
All apprentices train a random skill
Myreon was found! He's an adopted hobbit boy, 6 years old. Myriam and Panto are his adoptive parents. He suffers from a bad concussion (long-term symptoms planned: recurring migrains, speech troubles and paralysis in two fingers of left hand)
Tamara, Almtrude and Rovi return from the market! They bring a safe cage (bird), two cautious cages as well as two firelizard eggs. The cages are all opened.
Joan heals Myreon (Myriam stays)
Ulgrik, Jorveid, Almtrude, Pantaleon and Jaymes scout with Iméra, Solian and Orchid
Aakash, Alizz, Zaos and Marya do a border patrol
Aaron, Nayah, Gwinaelle and Peony hunt
Bargas, Alkhas and Azelle (with Apple) hunt
Laedrya, Xzavier, Ana and Yameldein gather
Tamara and Zacchaeus plant the carrot and cantaloupe seeds
Silas, Calder, Rovi, Virion and Jorund mine using a steel axe
Cats and dogs hunt (-; )
Mod notes: any injuries to anyone are fine, but please don't kill some! Most important ones: Myriam, Zaos, Almtrude, Pantaleon, Tamara, Xzavier, Rhys, Arun, Lyra, Myreon, Virion. I'd still be sad for other deaths but they're not that important for plot reasons.
Head Chief:
Myriam Sheherezad | 37 | Female | Human
↪ ST-D7 / HC-5 / HS-HW / EC-A6 / X
Healer:
Joan Helend | 29 | Female | Human | 11 KP
↪ ST-D11 / HC-11 / HS-HC / EC-E6 / Y
War Chief:
Zaos Faelen | 42 | Male | Elf
↪ ST-E3 / HC-1 / HS-LC / EC-A6 / X
Warriors:
Rovi Wild | 37 | Male | Human
↪ ST - C11 / HS - LC / HC - 1 / EC - H6 / X
Marya Ward | 32 | Female | Human
↪ ST - C3 / HS - LC / HC - 12 / EC - F7 / X
Calder Thornton (and Jagged) | 35 | Male | Witch
↪ ST - F6 / HS - S / HC - 3 / EC - B3 / X
Azelle Wild | 23 | Female | Human
↪ ST - C9 / HS - AC / HC - 5 / EC - F2 / X
Aakash Bhate | 35 | Male | [url=image link]Human[/url]
↪ ST - B7 / HS - LW / HC - 5 / EC - H7 / X
Alizz Highcliff (and Hestia) | 19 | Female | [url=image link]Witch[/url]
↪ ST - C8 / HS - LW / HC - 6 / EC - D8 / X
Virion Keihana | 27 | Male | [url=image link]Elf[/url]
↪ ST - D11 / HS - HW / HC - 5 / EC - A2 / X
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
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Scout Chief:
Almtrude Lightfoot | 61 | Female | Dwarf
↪ ST - C7 / HS - HC / HC - 53 / EC - A11 / Y
Scouts:
Pantaleon Brown (and Zacharius) | 37 | Male | Hobbit
↪ ST-C5 / HC-23 / HS-S / EC-H7 / X
Jaymes Weitzman | 27 | Male | Human
↪ ST - B2 / HS - S / HC - 18 / EC - C7 / X
Ulgrik Beasthand | 38 | Male | Dwarf
↪ ST - F11 / HS - LC / HC - 24 / EC - A6 / X
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ here
Hunting Chief:
Aaron Crawford | 45 | Male | Human
↪ ST-C3 / HC-53 / HS-S / EC-D7 / X
Hunters:
Hilda Bronzemane | 41 | Female | Dwarf
↪ ST-D6 / HC-5 / HS-HW / EC-A2 / X
Bargas Fireaxe | 30 | Male | Dwarf
↪ ST - B5 / HS - HC / HC - 22 / EC - A7 / X
Alkhas Ennaer | 28 | Male | Elf
↪ ST - A5 / HS - LC / HC - 18 / EC - C10 / X
Nayah Aidjii | 25 | Female | Human
↪ ST - F8 / HS - S / HC - 40 / EC - E3 / X
Peony Song | 22 | Female | [url=image link]Hobbit[/url]
↪ ST - F1 / HS - LW / HC - 65 / EC - C8 / X
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ here
Miners:
Silas Denver | 24 | Male | Human
↪ ST - B3 / HS - HW / HC - 24 / EC - E3 / Y
Jorund Thunderpike | 46 | Male | Dwarf
↪ ST - F7 / HS - S / HC - 12 / EC - F8 / X
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ here
Gatherers:
Laedrya Faelen | 40 | Female | Elf
↪ ST-A11 / HC-24 / HS-LC / EC-D7 / X
Tamara Milner | 31 | Female | Human
↪ ST - F4 / HS - AC / HC - 22 / EC - G9 / X
Xzavier Findlow | 39 | Male | Human
↪ ST-G6 | HC-11 | HS-LC | EC-B11 | Y
Laila Greenfeld | 41 | Female | Human
↪ ST - C1 / HS - S / HC - 9 / EC - B5 / X
Ana Tale | 25 | Female | Fairy
↪ ST - F9 / HS - AC / HC - 9 / EC - H1 / X
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ here
Apprentices:
Zacchaeus Greenfeld | 19 | Male | Human | Gatherer (Tamara)
↪ ST - C2 / HS - LW / HC - 25 / EC - B5 / Y
Gwinaelle | 17 | Female | Dwarf | Hunter (Aaron)
↪ ST - D3 / HS - LC / HC - 8 / EC - G7 / X
Yameldein | 17 | Female | Dwarf | Gatherer (Xzavier)
↪ ST - D4 / HS - LC / HC - 10 / EC - C10 / X
Jorveid | 16 | Male | Dwarf | Scout (Almtrude)
↪ ST - F10 / HS - HW / HC - 24 / EC - D10 / X
Arun Faelen | 15 | Male | Elf | Warrior (Rovi)
↪ ST - E3 / HS - HC / HC - 1 / EC - E2 / Y
Rhys Faelen | 15 | Male | Elf | Hunter (Bargas)
↪ ST - E3 / HS - LC / HC - 26 / EC - E9 / X
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url] | Apprenticeship (Mentor)
↪ here
Testers:
Hessin | 14 | Male | Human
↪ ST - A8 / HS - HC / HC - 19 / EC - G7 / X
Lyra Faelen | 8 | Female | Elf
↪ ST - E3 / HS - LC / HC - 1 / EC - A6 / X
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ here
Mothers:
Hilda Bronzemane | 41 | Female | Dwarf
↪ ST-D6 / HC-5 / HS-HW / EC-A2 / X
Maple Thornton (and Poppy) | 34 | Female | Witch
↪ ST - E4 / HS - S / HC - 13 / EC - A3 / X
Laila Greenfeld | 41 | Female | Human
↪ ST - C1 / HS - S / HC - 9 / EC - B5 / X
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ here
Children:
Talyn | 6 | Female | Human
↪ ST - D6 / HS - HW / HC - 53 / EC - A2 / X
Ian Thornton | 3 | Male | Witch
↪ ST - E4 / HS - S / HC - 3 / EC - B3 / X
Nora Greenfeld | 2 | Female | Human
↪ ST - F6 / HS - S / HC - 9 / EC - F1 / X
Axel Greenfeld | 2 | Male | Human
↪ ST - B11 / HS - HC / HC - 9 / EC - D4 / X
Myreon Sheherezad-Brown | 6 | Male | Hobbit
↪ here
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ here
Ancients:
Sabra Tale | 85 | Male | Shapeshifter (Bat)
↪ ST - C7 / HS - LC / HC - 21 / EC - B3 / X
Name | Age | Gender | [url=image link]Race[/url]
↪ here
Ally Villages:
Black Rock Weyr | Simonpet
Mekhanikos | Hazilnut
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:
Deer | x10 | 60 servings (l)
Boar | x8 | 32 servings (m)
Hare | x4 | 4 servings (s)
Bovine | x0 | 0 servings (l)
Carrots | x4 | 12 servings (m)
Potatoes | x7 | 21 servings (m)
Mushrooms | x12 | 24 servings (s)
Apples | x3 | 6 servings (m)
Blueberries | x10 | 10 servings (s) (6 used up)
Cantaloupe | x10 | 30 servings (l) (used up)
(+Mice | x13 | 3 1/4 servings) (turning all into Carnivore scraps)
Total: 163 servings left | 5 years
Craftable Items:
Copper x5 | not used
Gold x5 | not used
Silver x6 | not used
Steel x3 | not used
Iron x1 | not used
Herbs x3 | not used
Leather x3 | not used
Twine x1 | not used
Wood x2 | not used
Cotton x3 | not used
Sand x3 | not used
Carnivore Scrap x6 | not used
Item Name | in use/ not used
Crafted Items:
Iron Sword x2 | not used | 4 uses
Stone Dagger x1 | not used | 1 use
Steel Pickaxe x2 | in use | 6 uses
Wagonbag | not used | 10 uses
Saddle | not used | 20 uses
Carrot Seed x1 | planting | this post
Cantaloupe Seed x1 | planting | this post
Firelizard egg x2 | stored
Item Name | in use/ not used | uses
Pets:
Barthelemy | Housecat | 12 years | Male | Looks (Breeding 2/2)
Murdoch | Half wild/housecat | 7 years | Male | Looks (Breeding 2/2)
Gertrude | Half wild/housecat | 7 years | Female | Looks (Breeding 2/2)
Pumpkin | Cat | 5 years | Male | Looks (Breeding 0/2)
Marble | Cat | 5 years | Female | Looks (Breeding 0/2)
Orange | Cat | 3 years | Male | Looks (Breeding 0/2)
Mrs Mew | Cat | 3 years | Female | Looks (Breeding 0/2)
Bear | Half wild/housecat | 2 years | Male | Looks (Breeding 0/2)
Silvy | Half wild/housecat | 2 years | Female | Looks (Breeding 0/2)
Findelia | Half wild/housecat | 2 years | Female | Looks (Breeding 0/2)
Milly | Half wild/housecat | 0 years | Female | [url=link]Looks[/url] (Breeding 0/2)
Bonobo | Half wild/housecat | 0 years | Male | [url=link]Looks[/url] (Breeding 0/2)
Fiona | Half wild/housecat | 0 years | Female | [url=link]Looks[/url] (Breeding 0/2)
Donovan | Half wild/housecat | 0 years | Male | [url=link]Looks[/url] (Breeding 0/2)
Iméra | Dog (Australian Collie) | 7 years | Female | Looks (Breeding 1/2)
Solian | Dog (Terrier/Collie) | 2 years | Male | Looks (Breeding 0/2)
Orchid | Dog (Terrier/Collie) | 2 years | Female | Looks (Breeding 0/2)
Apple (bonded to Azelle) | Horse | 3 years | Female | Looks (Breeding 0/2)
Pet Name | Type of Animal | Age | Gender | [url=link]Looks[/url] (Breeding 0/2)
Testings:
All (minimum age requirement): Healing (8) Gathering (8), Scouting (9), Fighting (10), Hunting (10), Mining (10), Leading (12) | Don't have to test all of them
Hessin | 1/7 | hunting
Lyra | 0/7 | /
Child | 0/7 | what they did
Mentors:
Tamara | Zacchaeus | Gathering | 3 |
↪ Harvesting, Vegetables, Orchard Care
Aaron | Gwinaelle | Hunter | 1 |
↪ Tracking
Xzavier | Yameldein | Gatherer | 1 |
↪ Planting
Almtrude | Jorveid | Scout | 1 |
↪ Camouflage
Bargas | Rhys | Hunter | 0 |
↪ learned
Rovi | Arun | Warrior | 0 |
↪ learned
Mentor | Apprentice | Profession | No. of training sessions |
↪ learned
Deceased:
Name | Cause of Death
Name | Cause of Death
Crushes:
Tamara <-> Xzavier
Jaymes -> Ana
Zacchaeus -> Yameldein
Gwinaelle <-> Jorveid
Name ->/<-> Name
Families:
Zaos and Laedrya | Arun+Rhys (adopted)+ Lyra
Aaron and Hilda | Talyn
Calder and Maple | Ian
Pantaleon and Myriam | Myreon (adopted)
Laila and Simeon | Zacchaeus+Nora+Axel
Bargas and Alkhas | Kids
Ulgrik and ??? | Hessin (adopted)+ Jorveid
??? and ??? | Gwinaelle+Yameldein
Sabra, grandfather of Ana
Name and Name | Kids
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