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Started by Dracos, October 13, 2006, 09:56:00 PM

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Dracos

I know drafts at least are floating around.  You guys can post them.
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Rezantis

Okay, sorry, we've all been very slack.

Description:

Islen is a young woman with a pretty face, olive skin and long brown hair  which she keeps tied back in a loose ponytail.  Her smiles are broad and her green eyes are large and expressive; even when not smiling, the girl radiates a sense of quiet optimism.  It's by no means feigned.  Islen doesn't just have faith in her god and His right; she knows that she is one of His chosen instruments.  She didn't study for her spells; she was granted them for a purpose, even if she doesn't yet know entirely why.

On the topic of Islen herself, there's not a great deal more than that to say; the girl was ten when her mother found her fixing a broken plate with a touch and a frown and her parents immediately dragged her off to the village cleric.  It didn't take him much time to recognize what Moradin had blessed the village with, and from them on she wasn't helping in the inn very much anymore as over the next few years she was gradually taught healing, the precepts and laws of Moradin, and the wielding of his chosen arms.

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Family:

Islen's mother and father - Cyll and Rieve Kyne - own the 'Dancing Hare', which is the village's inn/tavern.  She has one elder brother, Emmet (twenty-one), one younger brother (Pace, fourteen) and a younger sister (Lissa, twelve).

Emmet is slightly taller than Islen, and lanky.  He ran away from home many years ago after a massive argument with their parents; the next time they saw him was several years later, after he'd finished his apprenticeship and had become a travelling bard.  Which was, in fact, what the argument had been about.  He's only seen in the village on average once or twice a year, passing through on the way elsewhere.  Cyll and Rieve don't acknowledge him as anything other than a bard; occasionally Islen receives a letter from him (although replying is near impossible).

Pace is stocky and surly, with no interest in following in his father's footstips; he's apprenticed to the village miller.  He and Islen were never particularly close, and now that he's apprenticed to the miller and no longer lives in the same house they don't see a great deal of each other.

Lissa is a twelve year old girl with a marked resemblance to her older sister.  As musically gifted as Emmet, but less restive and rebellious; she spends most of her time helping with chores at the inn.  Cyll and Rieve are getting older now and Lissa is the only child they have to take over, so even if she weren't inclined that way it's very unlikely she'd have a choice in the matter.

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Possessions:

The Waraxe, Full Plate and shield all actually belong to the temple; they were the possessions of the last favoured soul to come from the village. This was a long time ago; the only things really known are that she was a woman named Lydia, and that she no longer needed these . . . and it -is- noted that she gave them up voluntarily.  Islen has wielded the axe and is familiar with it's use; she has a blunt one that she actually practices with. The pieces are well kept and in as good shape now as they were however long ago.

Most anything else under 'gear' are things I believe Islen would plausibly already own, or could collect from her own resources in relatively short order.

The Ioun Stones were birthday gifts from her brother, once a year over three years. They're all spherical, and while de-powered Ioun stones do lose their colour these have been painted; one red, one green, one blue. They have absolutely no value except ornamentation, when she decides to play with them. (He thought, correctly, that she'd like them as toys.)

She wears a wooden holy symbol on a thin cord around her neck, under her clothing.

The horse is a chestnut stallion named Vik, five years old.
Hangin' out backstage, waiting for the show.