Posts made by Retias

I'm just wondering if there's any chance of a forum for freeform RPing and to discuss it to be opened up?

I'd like that too.

I know I've been away from the site for a while, but I'd love to express my interest in joining up with y'all.

Telwath flicks a grin art Mimi, nodding. "I was sent, asked, to learn more about events on this world. I wasn't expecting to find so many kin, but, curiousty's a powerful thing. And it's refreshing."

He becomes more sombre as the caravan settles and Mimi inspects one of the statues, his eyes going to Ixuo. A pause, then he shifts his gaze to the shadows around the camp fire. "I agree.." He murmurs to her and Ixuo. "It's beautiful and alluring, but, the scent in the air, the soul of this place.." He produces a few tangled knots of wood from his satchel, green light flickering through his fingers. "Help me place these in a circle around the campfire?" He asks the other two. "It might offer a limited ward against whatever's lurking here."

Telwath smiles, nodding lightly to Mimi. "Not too long a time, but, it does feel like longer. I always miss home when I'm away." He runs a hand through his mane. "Not that I dislike traveling, but, home is always home. And, I've mostly bought myself, and a few useful herbs and potions. Maybe I'll trade myself if it gets too cold in the mountains." He cants his head. "And yourself? How long since you've felt the soil under your paws?"

Telwath winces, rubbing at his ears after the fireworks subside and moves to follow along with the caravans. He glances at Mimi, still pondering about the combination of their skills, but holds his silence for now, the Erwydra seeming to choose not to speak of it.

Two members in, always looking for more.

I would make an Udoadra focusing on enchantment and restoration to be a mix of a healer and buffer, very much a support style character.

"Rikki." Telwath hums in thought. "I don't think I've met her just yet. You'll introduce us if she's awake?" He smiles, running a claw over one of his tattoos. "No demons out here, I'm hoping. Other threats, but, we're well protected." He pauses.

"Still, I may scout when we're a little further from the city. And,. if there is danger." He offers Mimi a studying look. "How advanced are your studies? We'd do a lot more to support the others if we're able to work in tandem."

"We should all aid others, whatever path we choose." Telwath answers with a nod, firmly clasping Mimi's hand and elbow. "And, I was one of those who studied and learned, yes. Most though, they're Erwydra such as yourself. I was the only Udoadra my tutor had. But my family, they have all been warriors and scouts." He chuckles. "I think I was more of a rebellious youth then anything terribly profound when I chose to study healing and druidism. And now I find myself a druid myself, and, travelling. The latter of which I didn't expect." He pauses. "It was my first time too." He admits. "but I realized.. we need to learn them, their ways. And as I said to the one there. We're all creature of our own natures. It's just to be hoped humans turn more to what we promote then to what they offer."

Telwath was wearing more or less what he had in the tavern. A leather kilt to hold his various bags of herbs and potions, a cloak clasped over a bare chest, and a rough, wooden staff to his hand.

Looking about, he strides towards Mimi, dippignh is ehad to her. "I, listened." he admits with a small hint of a shame. "You're studying healing and medicine arts?" He glances about, eyes curiously following Gori as the hunter finds a wagon to lean against. Returning his gaze to the Erwydra, he smiles. "We didn't have so much time to talk in the tavern."

Telwath shakes his head to Malacath lightly. "Not the time, not yet. But the day'll come, sooner or later." He smiles ruefully. "It always does."

Telwath grins broadly at Malacath, clasping his arm in turn and inhaling his kin's scent with a wide nod. "Always good to find kin, and to be able to share." He considered the rolled joint before taking and inhaling it with an appreciative nod, eyes half closing as it was savoured. Returning it, he also produced a few leaves for the man. "Add them to a drink, they'll make it sharper." He advises.

"We'll find our roles, they'll grow out of who we are." Telwath answers, then looks Malacath's way, ears pricking with interest at the sight of another Udoadra. "Well." He hums. "Welcome brother." A light grin.

Teeth glint in a wolfish grin. "Underestimate our strength and spirit as you wish. There is.." The druid considers. "We seem to connect. Likely is that one of us will kill the other one day. Our natures demand it."

"No." Telwath answers bluntly. "It can leave you crippled and scarred in body, mind and soul. Too much of a wound will never make you strong. I imagine a great many things have tried to kill you."

"We'll see." Telwath muses. "I'm more likely to die of old age, content, then yourself, given the nature of your world."

Telwath waves a claw, huffing. "No one finds their death without fear, not Beastman, Human or Demon, there is always fear of losing all you are, of being absent. Even with your confidence you'll survive a fight, you'll misstep sooner or later." His eyes gleam. "And then you'll taste fear on your tongue and I would like you to think of me, of this conversation, when you do."

"Fear is for survival, to know when to run, when to retreat. It is good to listen to, but not to be commanded by." Telwath canted his head. "Are you afraid? Tell me, if there is blood spilled, and your kin are in danger, do they think they'll stay to try and protect you, or will they leave you to ensure they survive?" A slow blink. "And if I am wounded and we seem outmatched, do you think my own kin will flee, or will stay and fight to aid me?"

Telwath pauses as he's addressed by Esher, considering and then taking a breath and turning to face and address the demon, face calm as he lets the serene aura he carried from the natural magic of home flow around him.

"My bet? That I should remember to not carry hatred for you and your own kin." He gestures as he speaks. "You are as your God made you to be, as we are also what we were made to be. Our natures are set and defined, and hatred is pointless to dwell on." A rueful chuckle. "In the end, it's the humans who are free to choose their natures, to turn to us or to you and to decide both our fates." He leans forward, speaking softly. "But understand this. You are cunning and you are ruthless, but we will not let your take their souls and world without challenge."