New to Giralda, I see. Well, it takes all sorts around here. Take that shifty-eyed weasel by the fire.
Oh, he acts looks like a simple merchant, peddling meager wares, but watch what you say around him. The Empire’s got ears everywhere...
See those two there? They seem all chummy now, but that’s only because Var is trying to convince Jarek to desert the navy in Thisbē and join
those lawless bastards who sail from the Spice Isles. I’m sure that one will kill the other before the week is out, once they’ve got what they want from each other.
Then there’s always the usual mercs; bastards who’d happily kill their own mothers for a coin. Oh, they say those twins from Brelan aren’t so bad,
but a merc is a merc, and money is all they see.
At least there're no damned elves here tonight. One got uppity last month when I insisted the
bastard slept in the stables. A damn generous offer for a half-breed, if you ask me!
Mind yourself if you head into the Wilds. It’s full of things that
would happily eat you and shit you out without a second thought. Even the people who hunt those things are more beast than civil.
Anyway stranger,
what'll it be: a room, or a drink?
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Post by Taliesin Morasova on Dec 4, 2022 0:11:37 GMT -6
TALIESIN CITIR MORASOVA
AGE
98
RANK
TRAVELING MERCENARY
RACE
ELF
DEMOGRAPHIC ;
FULL NAME: Taliesin “Talie” Citir Morasova AGE:98 GENDER: Cisgender Male | He/Him/His HOME REGION: Unknown Continent RESIDENCE: Thisbe - Changes Frequently FACTION RANK: Adventurer/Traveling Mercenary RACE: Pure-Blooded Elf
PERSONALITY
Name Tumblr pug Pitchfork you probably haven't heard of them whatever, gentrify chia ennui. Lomo cronut chillwave Godard banh mi. Artisan XOXO narwhal irony, forage trust fund ennui pop-up. Etsy stumptown 90's fap kogi. Wayfarers quinoa health goth cred, Austin try-hard tousled. Raw denim swag literally Echo Park ethical craft beer wayfarers. Mlkshk Brooklyn selfies Pitchfork, Truffaut forage organic. name Tumblr pug Pitchfork you probably haven't heard of them whatever, gentrify chia ennui. Lomo cronut chillwave Godard banh mi. Artisan XOXO narwhal irony, forage trust fund ennui pop-up. Etsy stumptown 90's fap kogi. Wayfarers quinoa health goth cred, Austin try-hard tousled. Raw denim swag literally Echo Park ethical craft beer wayfarers. Mlkshk Brooklyn selfies Pitchfork, Truffaut forage organic.
MAGIC
Various Spells (I’ll have a separate post detailing these and collaborate if anything doesn’t work with current site lore or if anything needs changing!)
Teleportation - He can teleport short distances— minute per meter cooldown and a traveling limit of ten meters at once. Traveling distance is halved when bringing other living beings along with himself and if cooldown is not kept to then body parts and other necessities of the living organism could go missing during transport.
White wolf with leather collar for identification, as well as engraved steel tags that are used as a form of ‘permit’ for him to be in the city with Talie (he rescued Alathar (Al for short) from a mother bear in 758 when he was a cub, and they’ve been traveling together ever since)
Twin daggers in holsters at his hips, hidden beneath his cloak typically (obviously they aren’t that brightly colored but it’s all I could find that fit what I see in my head)
words
SUPPLIES
Leather backpack
Extra clothes
Waterskin
Bedroll
HISTORY
Although Taliesin was raised within a faraway forest where he was isolated from the outside world, he had a very knowledgeable upbringing. He was taught how to dress correctly and practically as well as formally. He was trained in mannerisms as well as being able to freely explore his own interests within the confines of the forest. Taliesin wasn't raised with anyone outside of his small community, and found it hard to socialize outside of their close knit community of sixty to seventy elves. They lived in the trees, with wind-magic being a common use in their everyday lives, along with spells that are able to manipulate nature.
Taliesin himself came to know how to peruse an easy flying spell as well as a few defensive nature-based spells. This includes but is not limited to the ability to lift himself into the air on wind currents and move from one place to another, the ability to move plants and vegetation to encircle him in a form of defense, and how to make flowers and other plants bloom on command.
He even made up a few of his own spells while growing up in his very limited way of living. Everyone helped everyone, and since the only ones related to him were his parents it wasn't like he was short of suitors. His family, within the community, was revered as royalty and held the most power within said community. Not just material wealth (trade/jewels/clothing/etc) but also in their powers as mages and just physical endurance and prowess as elves in general.
When Taliesin was in his developmental years he haphazardly decided to steal as much as he could from his parents and leave the home he's spent his entire life in. Of course, he was scared, but he also couldn't stand the thought of staying in one place for such a long period of time any longer. Once he had gathered maps and enough supplies to last himself several years-- and with the help of his pocket transportation spell he was able to secure his wealth of materials in an ancient Elven temple on the continent of his birth. Within the amount of time he spent learning the pocket transportation spell he was also preparing himself in the ways of basic medicines and survival skills.
By the time he was ready to leave and had everything in order he was nearing ninety-four years. Around this time he managed to find his companion, Alathar, and the horse of his dreams. Everything began to fall into place, and Taliesin couldn't help but feel something was wrong. Unfortunately, he was right, and when he woke up the day of his stealthy departure he awoke to flames encroaching on the forest. Nearly everyone in the colony died that day, not excluding the children and elderly.
Talie left the forest as fast as he could, getting his horse and Alathar out with him but being unable to do anything for the rest of his colony.
APPEARANCE;
HEIGHT: 6’2 WEIGHT:140 lbs EYES: Dark blue, almost black HAIR: Black SCARS: Nicks here and there across his torso, legs, back, and face. Large slice going from bottom-most left rib to top of right hip bone. TATTOOS: Pictured in hover OTHER: N/a MEDICAL: N/a ATTIRE: Words
she moved with shameless wonder, the perfect creature rarely seen. since some liar brought the thunder, when the land was godless and free. her eyes look sharp and steady, into the empty parts of me. but still my heart is heavy, with the hate of some other man's beliefs. always a well dressed fraud, who wouldn't spare the rod. never for me. screaming the name of a foreigner's god, screaming the name of a foreigner's god, screaming the name of a foreigner's god, the purest expression of grief. wondering who i copy, mustering some tender charm. she feels no control of her body, she feels no safety in my arms. i've no language left to say it, but all i do is quake to her. breaking if i try convey it, the broken love i make to her. all that i've been taught, and every word i've got, is foreign to me. screaming the name of a foreigner's god, screaming the name of a foreigner's god, screaming the name of a foreigner's god, the purest expression of grief. [break][break]
she moved with shameless wonder, the perfect creature rarely seen. since some liar brought the thunder, when the land was godless and free. her eyes look sharp and steady, into the empty parts of me. but still my heart is heavy, with the hate of some other man's beliefs. always a well dressed fraud, who wouldn't spare the rod. never for me. screaming the name of a foreigner's god, screaming the name of a foreigner's god, screaming the name of a foreigner's god, the purest expression of grief. wondering who i copy, mustering some tender charm. she feels no control of her body, she feels no safety in my arms. i've no language left to say it, but all i do is quake to her. breaking if i try convey it, the broken love i make to her. all that i've been taught, and every word i've got, is foreign to me. screaming the name of a foreigner's god, screaming the name of a foreigner's god, screaming the name of a foreigner's god, the purest expression of grief.
