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Sylveria stands motionless, feeling as if the breath had been granted to her lifeless body, only to be seized and torn away again. It happened in an instant. If it had not been for the leap in her heart and the small drops of water left from hugging the damp Fooser, she would have believed it to be ...

In the last few weeks, Sylveria had taken to wandering the island. Originally she would often be found on the library balcony, her quieter and favorite roost in the busy Trollsbane. But besides the company of the books she loved, there was truly only one other reason why she ever frequented the tow...

--//even as she springs awake and hastily rubs away the raindrop on her cheek. The elfess sat up and looked around. There were noises surrounding her, but it was only the tapping voices of water droplets, sounding as each one hit a leaf on a branch, a branch on a tree. Sylveria had a feeling as if s...

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((parts adapted from logs)) ~Some weeks ago...~ "Think you could write down what's wrong?" Sylveria nods quietly and offers an empty hand forward. Her distracted green eyes wait patiently for the human with vibrant red hair to draw a roll of parchment and a long, grey quill from his belon...

thank you Dravish ^ ^

I really like the rp of Brer as a human , who doesn't want to be lizard ^ ^ and the flopping tongue is surely one of the best parts... He plays the discomfort, of being in a different body very well. Fooser makes me laugh also since he can not walk so well without his tail... poor Fooser ^ ^

My character Sylveria is completely mute. If you are really so desperate to find a solution, do what I do und just type "! ! !" . Can usually be understood (if you don't want to take so much trouble just to learn the word "Hilfe!" )

I don't think either side is right this time, but do we have to go so far off topic just to insult each other so much ? :( sorry I had to say something, Sylveria is not even a fighting char. But it was just kinda of upsetting, this helps nothing I think :( Also is this update just with weapons, Mart...

As sometimes happens after a night of deep sleep, Sylveria wakes up by... simply opening her eyes, as if there were but merely such a short instant between sleep and the state of being awake. Her forest green eyes glance around, at the room, the pillow under her head, the bright light hitting the w...

"....r a few hours. Nothing to worry about." Sylveria hears the tail end of Feraiden's report to Slooser as she steps in, the last of the three to enter. She is briefly puzzled by the older lizard's remarkably nonchalant reply until she realizes that Feraiden has obviously told a lie abou...

Sylveria hugs to Fooser's torso when he gets to his feet unsteadily and tries to aid his support as best as she can. She walks beside him to sit on some stones near Feraiden, who soon takes out his trademark pipe. The puffs from it are more vaporous, and Sylveria also thinks a tiny word of thanks t...

The rain seems almost docile in contrast to its earlier downpour. Sylveria wipes the back of her wrists across her forehead and face, just now realizing how much water has accumulated there. The mist and shrouding rain isn't quite so heavy now, and before long, after searching anxiously around the ...

For several very long instants, Sylveria remains frozen in a wincing position, her eyes shut tightly beneath her bowed hood, the strange stone held far in front of her at full arm's length in the clasp of both hands. It takes the terrified elfess several moments to realize the annihilation of the d...

The shivering elfess stands deathly pale and paralyzed in terror under the downpour. Her wide eyed gaze is helplessly seized by the dead corpse's own gaping, eyeless stare. The fear from that rotting, hollow gaze bores straight into her heart, she feels the cold tips of her fingers beginning to go ...

Sylveria catches hold of the stone, barely releasing the bundled cloak front in time and freeing her hands before the stone comes sailing lightly through the darkness before her. She cushions the fall and feels the weight of the stone in her hands. Sylveria barely hears Feraiden's word of precautio...

Nearly soaked to the skin and intentionally ignoring the occasional shiver, Sylveria trots as quickly as she can to keep up with Feraiden, whose skill at marsh navigation is even more impressive in the heavily rainy weather. The base of her cloak gathers a wet, partially caked layer of mud and dead...

Sylveria's face pales, cold with rainwater and the drain of color. She feels no anger, or annoyance, as a blank shock washes over her at Feraiden's words. As the tidal wave shock ebbs out like an ocean's retreating pulse, it leaves behind the conjured image of a corpse, one that flickers erraticall...

Sylveria looks back and forth between Slooser and Feraiden as they split again after the brief meeting. She tucks back several strands of wet hair near her temples as they stick to her cheeks, and she watches Slooser bow his head down on his way back home through the muddy streets. She hesitates fo...

The elfess shields her worried eyes from the oncoming rain. The air grows even thicker with moisture. Even the gulls and seabirds have taken to shelter, and Sylveria trusts the inhabitants of nature for weather prediction- Birds ignore only short rain showers. As she peers through the misty rainfal...

Sylveria nods abruptly, her brow beginning to angle with her anxious frown. She politely nods to Sleasha to excuse herself, and catches Slooser's eye briefly to ask for a moment to retrieve her light cloak. She hastily pulls it from her bag in the bedroom and heads to the door, following after Sloo...

You can't expect to learn a language (esp one as intricate/complex as elvish) in a single day, no matter how much bribing you do On a technical level I think this is supposed to happen, and he is set to teach you just a small amount at first.

At the lizard's mention of contrast between land and water, Sylveria's thoughts turn from Fooser's whereabouts to a curious wondering of that fascinating life in the sea that she knows so little about. A moment later, she answers Slooser's comment by dipping a fork tine into some remaining toad bro...

Sylveria shakes her head in reply. Her impression was that Fooser had stepped outside to retrieve firewood. She ponders where he intended as a source of wood as she turns to look at the door. Watching Slooser peek his head through the door and look outside, she feels the faint breath of sea wind gu...

Possibly to the surprise of the lizards, or perhaps to her own most of all, Sylveria gives a single look at the sample of toad placed before her, takes a breath in approach, and begins to try the unfamiliar dish with certain resolve. Slooser's offer in itself had been a little encouraging. Admitted...

Fooser scurries out, and Sylveria heads the other way to follow Slooser into the other room. She comes across the discovery of what cooked toad in the morning smells like, mingled with the faintly more familiar scent of trout. Upon entering the room, she courteously greets Sleasha. Her eyes also be...

If Sylveria had such dreams as Fooser, she would doubtlessly be taken by fear and similarly restless sleep. However, Sylveria did not have such dreams, and hers were in fact quite different, not nearly as jarring as Fooser's. - - - - - - - - - Sylveria sat beside the river bank. She could only see ...