But where is this Weir?

[Hiroku]

It was a lovely village, the village of Weir. Rather secluded, with mountains to the west and south, and a magical forest to the north. The west looked out on the sea, and this was the most common route anyone took to reach the village, as it was the safest.

The forest, was magical, but not in the fairies and unicorns sense of the word. The trees moved sometimes even when there was no wind, the inhabitants were dangerous creatures; giant spiders, direwolves, trolls, carnivorous plants, and so on.

Living so cut off from the world, Weir inhabitants had learned many different trades in order to mutually support themselves and each other. The most experienced hunters braved the forest for meat, while others fished, and still others farmed. There were weavers of clothing, baskets, and nets, and an unusual alchemist who had come to live in the village some five years ago. Their previous medicine woman had died before her apprentice was ready to take her place, so this Alchemist was an unusual blessing, as he and the apprentice learned from each other and saved the village from a sickness that had struck them one winter.

This is a story about Weir, and the people who call it home.

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This is a medieval fantasy world taking place in a quiet village where life is perhaps less than exciting, but something is stirring on the horizon that may cause these peaceful people some harm.

Make up a character or two with some skill to contribute to the welfare of the village, or perhaps only for their own welfare if they are more reclusive. You can be any race, be it human, minotaur, elf, or humanoid animal, wotever. Have some magic, or no magic at all.

Profile:

Name:
Age:
Race:
Sex:
Occupation:
Abilities:
Appearance:
History:

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Name: Aleranne
Age: 45
Race: Argonian
Sex: Male
Occupation: Alchemist and hunter
Abilities: identifying and combining herbs for medicine and salves. A little bit of agriculture skills as well to help with crops. Also highly skilled with the sword and shield. Breathing underwater.
Appearance:


History: Once an avid adventurer, Aleranne came to Weir while protecting a ship from pirate raiders. Finding the people in need of medicine he partnered up with an apprentice healer and together they managed to save many people. By the time things were well the ship had already long left the area. Aleranne chose to remain, and although he talks of his adventures with a light of longing in his eye, and often talks of heading out on “the next ship” he is ever settling deeper and deeper into the culture.


((This may seem familiar to some of you. I thought I'd try hosting a roleplay similar to the other one since the last one was quite interesting before everyone left it. And the village name Weir is pronounced "Where."

[Hiroku]

Ooc: Bump.

Gosh I forget what the trouble on the horizon was suppose to be. --__--; I think I had plans for a dragon to take residence near by and terrorize the people of Weir, but I can't remember.

Oh well, if you come up with any of your own thoughts of trouble feel free to pass them by me.

[snow]

OOC: May I join? Although I have to leave for class soon so I'm not sure if I can finish creating a character now.

[Hiroku]

OOc: Yes, please join us, Snow!

[xiomaracassidy]

Ooc: would an exiled siren/mermaid be alright?

[Hiroku]

Ooc: Interesting, I'm down with that!

[mercutiofemme]

(( is it obnoxious if i join this many rps?? ))

[Hiroku]

Ooc: Ha ha, I don't think so, please join us!

[xiomaracassidy]

Name: Una

Age: 24

Race: Mermaid (subclassification, siren)

Sex: female

Occupation: exile

Abilities: she has a hypnotic singing voice that draws people (especially males) towards her. She is also skilled with a double ended spear and close combat. She is fairly proficient at weaving and fishing, though as she eats her fish raw, it would be wise to avoid her cooking. She can breathe underwater and is a spectacular swimmer. Can change between tail and legs.

Appearance:

History: As a siren, Una was born into her role as an elite warrior and protector of the mermaid people and raised from infancy with high expectations of her future. She is the only deep sea siren in existence, and is more human looking than most of her people. Because of this, there was even more pressure on her to succeed in her appointed role as a lure for trespassers to their deaths and a skilled warrior to kill invaders of the mermaid territory. She did indeed become one of the most prized of her people's protectors for some time, until she refused to lure a lost fisherman and his family to their death for accidentally wandering into mermaid waters. Instead, she led them to safety. Because of this betrayal of her oath to her people, she was exiled, chased out of mermaid lands and into dangerous seas. She traveled and managed to survive for a time, until a run in with pirates left her severely wounded and unable to continue. Not too long before this roleplay begins, weak from her injuries and inability to get adequate food for herself, Una washes up on the shore of the village. Barely strong enough to shift her glorious tail into legs, she has since mostly remained ashore as she recovered, though she doesn't like going too far from the water. She is mostly healed now, and has started building a small and rather basic home by the water, more a place to trade the fish she brings in and things she weaves than anything else.

OOC: I hope this is alright, most of what she does in the village I'd like to figure out as the roleplay progresses so I can make sure she fits right, but I was thinking she could let fishers know where to set up, help protect from sea dangers, and weave stuff. I don't know, to be determined?

[snow]

Ooc: Sorry Hiroku, I think I'll be sticking to 1x1 roleplays for now. It's been a while since I've last had a roleplay and I'm not confident enough with my current skills and schedule (I don't want to disrupt the rp by suddenly disappearing when school becomes too busy) to be in a group rp But your roleplay looks great, have fun!

[Hiroku]

Ooc: Sounds good to me, Xio!

@ Snow, I understand, it is that time of year.

[rinnekoprince016]

Ooc: would it be ok if I join?

[Hiroku]

Ooc: Please do!

[rinnekoprince016]

Name: Rente Small

Age:17

Race: Elf

Sex:male

Ocupation:exploration in caves around the town

Abilities: Rente is very skilled with blades of all sorts and is also a very good climber runner fighter he knows nearly over hundreds of rocks and can tell what they are by smell or just by looking at them

Appearance:he has white hair that comes to the bottom of his ear grey eyes pale skin he is around 4'7" and quite thin he has a bit of a build but not that much he normally wears a white hood a brown grey top with leather armed on black trousers and black knee length boots

History: at a young age Rente would always be so interested in stones and gems he only grew up with his farther as his mother passed away at birth his farther works as a cave explora and would always come home with rocks and gems for Rente to study at the age of 10 Rente dad got caught in a cave in and sadly died but rental still carried n with his farther job.

[mercutiofemme]

Name: Beatrice (That's all!) 

Age: 24

Race: A half-elf, sun elf specifically. 

Sex: Female 

Occupation: A scribe, a makeshift secretary/book keeper. She thinks that it is rather important to preserve the history of the town and tries to keep a journal of the town going. 

Abilities: She has a near-perfect memory and has a better education than most. She can see in the dark? Basic magic! 

History: She had a semi-normal childhood with a family she may or may not have held together, but that's just life. She pursued higher education and settled down in Weir after seeing the cozy little town and it was so much more her speed than the glamorous lifestyle of high elves and the scandal surrounding her father marrying a human. 

She thinks fairy tales are bullshit, and she thinks she could do so much more with her life but she's scared. Still believes in herself. So, she stays in her office and writes and imagines adventures and is a little bitter that she's just so much smarter than everyone (at least in her mind). She considers herself a clever girl, she's willful and wistful but prefers to be on the sidelines and quietly nudge people in the directions she needs. Just a touch of a snark, just tad bitter, it's all bubbling out of this anxious girl in the library who wrings her hands and gets too excited over paperwork. Dark circles, maybe breaking down but only a little bit. Has unattainable crushes frequently. Secretly wishes she could run the whole town because she knows she could do it well and whip it into shape. 

[Hiroku]

Ooc: Bring Up Mah Board. GOing to wait a little longer for hopeful joiners

[Hiroku]

Ooc: Alright. I probably put this off for too long and now you’re bored with it, but let us begin!

Ic:

“…And so then came clashing and slashing of steel,
As the brave lass Matilda charged in, full of zeal

“And the braggart named Ragnar was boastful no more-
When his ugly red head rolled around on the floor!”

Aleranne sang an old song from his past, one popular in taverns back when he traversed the cold northern lands Those last two lines were often stuck in his head, which made for interesting confrontations from mothers of youngsters who picked up on the Argonian’s songs. Those last two lines were also often the only ones they picked up on. Never the rest of the song, never the other more appropriate songs. Just those two.

The day had seemed lovely, another perfect late summer day, except for being overcast. Once Aleranne had actually opened his door and stepped outside, something had seemed off. He wasn’t sure what it was but it gave him an unpleasant thrill up his spine, the old warrior’s instincts kicking in. Feeling uneasy, Aleranne closed his door against the world and went back to the upstairs of his shop where he lived.

He went to the trunk in his room and opened it up so that he could stare into the interior, and contemplate what to do. His warrior instincts said get out your weapons and run off to investigate, but his duties as Alchemist said the tide would only be out for so long, and he needed more seaweed and other low tide goodies for his experiments and concoctions.
Vacillating between his old habits and his current duties, he at last tore himself away and went back downstairs without taking anything out of the trunk. The early morning day was still there when he opened the door, and it still seemed suspect, but Aleranne shook it off as best he could and made his way towards the harbor side of the village. From there he would take the trail down to the beach and begin his hunt.

He tried to think of something lighthearted to ease his tension. Maybe that fish girl, Una, would be around? Aleranne did not know her very well since he had only become interested in the ingredients of the ocean in recent months, and the only conversation they had had consisted of a trade of goods and her explaining when the tides came in and out.

[xiomaracassidy]

Una sat on a small hillock overlooking the beach with her arms wrapped around her legs. The appendages still felt foreign, wrong, but she kept them for longer and longer as she tried to adjust to life on land. For now, they were a handy rest for her chin as she gazed out to the sea.

She had been in her spot since before dawn, watching the tides change, an ache of longing piercing her heart for her distant home. She had never quite fit in there, she had been far too compassionate for that, but here she was as alien as the distant moon she had woken up to.

With a sigh, the deep sea siren pushed herself to her feet awkwardly, straightening the dress she had made from seaweed fibers until it fell to her knees. She made her way down to the edge of the water carefully, thinking perhaps Aleranne would appear again today to discuss the tides and treasures of the sea. In any case, she should probably check the currents for the fishermen who made their living on the water.

[mercutiofemme]

Beatrice hissed through her teeth, holding up her skirt and side stepping particularly sharp rocks. She didn't think low tide would sweep in so much. 

She had originally planned to gather some shells or something, or at least get more beach experience for the leather-bound-three-years-in-the-process-complete-history-and-anthology she was trying to do up, and she'd been making such a go of it! She had planned the five page spread in her head, with little sketches of shells and maybe a crab, footnotes on the sand and such. She finished her coffee thinking of it, expecting to waltz down and gather some examples up in her arms and skip back home. 

She just, well, she also felt a little off today. Her ears were the most visibly non-human part of her and they twitched up that morning, continued to pop up every once in a while like something had startled her. She had thought the fresh air would clear her head, better than the stuffy confines of her library, but it only made her a bit more concerned. 

She was a worrier, it was no big deal. She blew a puff of hair out of her face, trying to maneuver through the driftwood without dropping the two conch shells she'd found. She wondered if anyone would be around, interviews were always good. She never did socialize much back at home, but something about the small village set her at ease and let her open up more. People were so sweet here, no wars or strict rulers or high-backed chairs. She frequented the marketplace, in a little booth with books she no longer needed, but she did enjoy flitting around to see the different faces. 

[Hiroku]

Ooc: Messaged Rin but haven't heard back, so going to continue.

Ic:

With a brisk breeze rolling in from the sea, Aleranne felt his tension blowing away until he stepped on the sand. That was when the comfortless thought that the imagined problem was in the mountains or the forest crossed his mind. This gave him paused as he contemplated the imagined west and north before him.

"Oh, fuuuuunnel cakes." he muttered, then, "Oh well." after some moments contemplation. Whatever was making him antsy would just have to wait. He was here, it was there, and he couldn't do a thing about it. Striding onward he began his search.

It seemed others were also on the beach, he noticed as he observed small footprints in the sand. Not Una's, as they were obviously shod.

Peering up from the ground he shaded his eyes against the rising sunlight and peered further down the beach, hoping to discover whoever else was down on the southside of the harbor like himself.

[mercutiofemme]

(( that's too bad!! they can hop in whenever if they ever hit you back


The shells were so pretty, too. She gave a little sigh, trying to fit them in the numerous pockets she had sewn to the bottom trim of her skirt. Would dragging that big thing of driftwood be too undignified? She wondered if she could even carry it herself, or at least she could sketch it... She tilted her head, stepped back a little with pockets jingling, held up some fingers to measure- 

Her ears flicked up. 

She heard a little crunch, a little swish, someone was here and they had a tail. She gave a little jump, gathered her skirts and tried to shuffle toward them while making sure she wouldn't forget the wood she found. She'd have to navigate those rocks again, wouldn't she? She gave a maybe too-long groan to herself and decided on sticking a hand up. Waving. 

"Hello! It's such a nice day isn't it?" She called down the beach, "I do hope I don't get sunburn!" 

[rinnekoprince016]

Rente sat at a desk in his house sitting at his desk studying the new rocks he found in the cave and writing them down and put them in his case and spare and a sack to be sold in the market

[Hiroku]

"Well it certainly is so far!" Aleranne replied cheerfully as his mind frantically went through the roster. Who was this again? As the distanced closed the person became more familiar looking. He realized at last that it was the bookish girl Beatrice. Seeing her out of context from the book stall or the window of her home had thrown him for a moment.

"Well hi there, Miss Beatrice!" he said with some surprise, "You have also discovered the goodness that is low tide, I see. Nothing like fresh salt air. I wish I could bottle it or make it a tea. Huh..." he looked thoughtfully at a swath of seaweed and picked it up, contemplating.

Aleranne was not exactly an easily distracted person, his attention was still mostly on Beatrice and he was waiting for a response from her to continue the conversation, but he was also multitasking as he pondered what ingredients could work to make ocean air and boiled seaweed drinkable.

[xiomaracassidy]

At the edge of the water by now and about to step in, Una paused as she heard voices. She turned and smiled a little as she saw Alerane. She didn't know much about Beatrice, but it would be nice to get to know someone else.

Turning away from the water and it's call, she made her way slowly to them, waving tentatively. "Good morning tide," she called out.

[Hiroku]

"Well good mornin' to you, Miss Una!" Aleranne replied brightly as he shaded his eyes against the morning sunlight to get a better look at her, "Have you met Miss Beatrice here?" He gestured to Beatrice with both hands, much like a performer presenting another. He liked to exaggerate his movements somewhat when in a good mood, which the meeting of Beatrice and Una had done. Being around people was such a pleasure some days.

[mercutiofemme]

She waved vigorously with one hand, trying to both mimic the energy of Aleranne's theatrical gestures and yank her skirt free from a snag on some driftwood with the other. Her ears flicked up. "I don't believe I have met Ms. Una! And I am struggling a bit with the whole uh, navigation aspect of low tide, but it really does seem to be a regular treasure trove!"

Aleranne was an excellent one to run into, honestly. she had heard of his stories of his adventures, and experienced one or two firsthand. It was so exciting, exactly the sort of stuff she learned and read and studied and wasted away thinking about. And Una! The fish lady! That was just too much, not in a bad way, she didn't want to seem rude or overly interested, but like, how many ended up on land anyway? And for this long?