In this world, Magic is Everything. All people, all races, are granted with the power to perform mystical and magical feats via grimories, mystical tomes granted to each and every child on their 15th birthday. Those blessed by the mana can have their names written down in legend.
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The day was only partly cloudy, sunlight beamed through the spaces between the towers lighting sections of the cobblestone streets below. Amara walked these streets alone after her most recent visit to her former home at the Kikka branch of Clover Kingdom State Orphanage. He visit with Jared and the others went well. Though she arrived with Hotah, he stayed behind to continue his lessons on food growth. The small crops he planted in the backyard of the property were developing as planned. In just weeks the crops would yield more popotatoes, wheat, and oats than they would be able to eat all season. The courtyard and front yard of the properties were also turned into beautiful gardens which would eventually yield different foods like berries and herbs for the orphans who otherwise would eat no more than once a day if fortune favored them. Hotah found himself excited over the prospect of eventually planting apple trees should he come into enough funds. The younger kids were excited about the prospect as well.
Amara continued teaching Jared the art of clothing design and sewing. Today’s lesson was on the perfect seem, one barely visible to the eye, even upon close inspection. It was inspired by her current ensemble. She wore a copper colored satin dress with a matching horned style headdress. Accents of umber chiffon covered the seams along her shoulders and waist. An umber colored chiffon asymmetrical cape draped from her shoulder, cascaded down her back and ended at her knees. The contrast created by the unencumbered fluttering of the dress, and that fact that its colors and sheen referenced the hard metal and heaviness of earth made it a multilayered work of art, in more ways than one. And none of this spoke of the way the fabrics highlighted her skin tone. These were all things that the Amara considered when crafting it.
As she walked the streets she tried to clear her mind and try not to focus too much on the task she would have to perform the very next day in the city of Nairn.
It was just nice to be out and about getting fresh air. She wondered what sights she may see today.
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Last Edit: May 17, 2020 21:54:35 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Bryn Halcyon on May 17, 2020 3:57:01 GMT -5
“UMU?! ”
PLAYED BY
“ X O 3 7 7 ”
Word COUNT
Halcyon Bryn
HEALTH
MANA
MANA SKIN
MANA REGEN
SENIOR
80/80
SENIOR
10
battle data
Spells Casted - one - two - three - four - five
Actions Taken - one - two - three - four - five
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The murmurs of children was one thing. Sun's rays were up and the streets bustling with activities from the citizens to spread the warmth of the day. Their chatter and laughter were a sign of better days to come. All of this did absolutely little to make carrying the load into the market any easier for Bryn. She was gritting the frustration through her porcelain smile as the town's mixed bag of youth followed the young woman towards the market.
The reason for their interest was the payload Bryn was carrying in. She was following an elderly farmer who could not resist the urge to share just how stunningly similar the raven-haired pugilist was to his late wife. The wife that was walking right beside him and noting he meant their granddaughter. On Bryn's shoulders were two hauls of balanced milk jugs attached to a curved piece of polished cherry wood. In addition to this, there were large bundles of fabric seemingly hand-dyed and ready to be used by the town tailors that were being carefully balanced somewhere on Bryn's lithe body. Some underneath her armpits. Some strapped to her backside. Then there were the especially gaudy colored sheets carefully being juggled on top of her head. Bryn had to whisper a silent thank you to some of the girls following her. They picked up the runaway pieces and spared the young Halcyon the torment of having to bend down to grab it.
The cheers of 'Keep it up big sis!' did wonders for her motivation and embarrassment. She must have looked ridiculous but these children were an absolutely adorable distraction. Few paces down the road and the couple told Bryn they arrived at the destination. She happily placed down the goods gently and shook off the post-job sweat. Before she could sneak away however, the farmers tapped her knees and offered up some tokens of their appreciation. Fruit seeds and a roll of the fabric that she hauled. Before she could reject their kind offer, the look they gave Bryn pretty much shut her mouth with the lock and key stored. Walking away from the stand with some new fabric and fruit seeds, she murmured to herself,
"Man, what am I gonna do with this stuff?"
@amara
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Last Edit: May 17, 2020 4:01:33 GMT -5 by Bryn Halcyon
During her walk Amara found herself in the local market place. She heard its familiar soundscape before she saw it. The sounds of commerce met her ears first as patrons bartered with salespeople trying to save as much yul as possible. Be it food, clothing, jewelry, or services, patrons were always looking to save money. Of course, there’s an old saying “You get what you pay for”, so it was always a suspicious act when a salesperson lowered their prices too much. Those that sold the highest quality goods rarely ever lowered their prices and so their voices didn’t typically add to the sounds of the market. The act of buying from them meant reading their signage, paying what is asked, and then going on your way. A simple head nod could be interpreted as “Thank you for your patronage.”
Since moving to the Noble Regions, Amara had more money than she could ever spend in Kikka on her usual goods. Though her funds wouldn’t last long if she purchased similar products in the Noble Region, they could last for ages here where the townsfolk maintained a lower cost of living. Amara had taken up the habit of paying more than what is asked for because of how much she valued the labor of others. It didn’t hurt that since she began working, she began to understand the hardships faced by those who have children to pay for and families to feed.
Now however, she wondered about the marketplace without a pressing need for anything in particular. That was until she happened to spot a young woman carrying a roll of hand dyed fabric. The woman was a bit smaller than Amara and had long chestnut brown hair. Her eyes were a rich red color and she had the musculature of a woman who was no stranger to manuel labour. The thing that caught Amara’s attention however, wasn’t the woman’s impressive physique, but the peculiar color of the fabric she was carrying. It was a red she’d never quite seen captured in fabric. It was the red of the summer’s sunset. Something in between the darkness typically associated with cherry and the paleness typically associated with guava.
But was she selling it, or did she just purchase it?
“Hello” Amara began as she approached the woman. “What lovely fabric you have there.”
Post by Bryn Halcyon on May 20, 2020 22:27:52 GMT -5
“UMU?! ”
PLAYED BY
“ X O 5 4 5 ”
Word COUNT
Halcyon Bryn
HEALTH
MANA
MANA SKIN
MANA REGEN
SENIOR
80/80
SENIOR
10
battle data
Spells Casted - one - two - three - four - five
Actions Taken - one - two - three - four - five
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Raising an eyebrow and letting out an unbridled 'Ah?' towards the direction of the speaker. Turning about and locking eyes with her, Bryn sized up the individual who took an interest in one of the gifts from the farmers. She was well dressed in layers of umber-themed layers, or perhaps just one if the copper dress was a single unit. Bryn was terribly uninformed in the ways women fashion worked in the higher echelons of the Clover Kingdom. It was not in her nature to question nor judge something she was ill fitted to form an opinion about. She liked the horns though! Made the woman really stand out and contours nicely with her jawline. She doubted very many could pull off the look. Taking away one's hair brings focus upon their face after all.
'Wait' she thought to herself, 'Would that make me at least semi-attracted to her? Pump the breaks Bryn...'
Her thoughts trailed back into her little dome, with focus returning to her crimson pupils. She processed the statement and then looked over at the object the stranger took interest in.
"I suppose it is. The one you ought to talk to about it more would be the guy over at the stand over there. He is a bit rough around the edges, but he makes every roll by hand. Probs can talk your ear off 'bout it. Unlike yours truly. I am pretty ignorant to these sorts o'things."
Bryn looked a bit confused outwardly as she thought about the 'value' of the fabric. With attention on it, the girl noticed that the color was spread evenly and carried a gentle sheen that reflected the sun's rays. The words she spoke towards the stranger was something ad-libbed but seems to hold some truth. Seems the old timer truly had a knack for making something this nice. If Bryn were a betting gal, she definitely would wager tailors would fetch a few rolls for some coin. On the way back, the woman made a mental note to pass by an appraiser to get the guesstimate.
She was not in it for the money though, since these days were tough times for the Clover Kingdom in general. Who would have thought that the end of the peaceful days would be brought by a war instigated from the very being fairy tales glorified: the devil. Few months later and Bryn still could not accept the fact that her family was lost due to this entity. One had to just wonder how different life could have been if the devil incident played out differently. Life as an actual citizen, being able to mingle and learn more womanly stuff from her mother. Bryn had a strong mask and distraction with the war efforts, but that's all it was: a distraction. She hated this part of herself, being an individual who loved to tackle her issues head on. This was one though, her heart could not muster up the force to stand against.
Her grip switch to a balancing act, putting the roll in a delicate position on the tip of her pointer with only a flick of her wrist. Turning her head to the woman once more, Bryn asked, "Name's Bryn. Bryn Halcyon miss?"
@amara
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Last Edit: Jun 9, 2020 1:22:58 GMT -5 by Bryn Halcyon
Post by Bryn Halcyon on Jun 9, 2020 1:00:36 GMT -5
“UMU?! ”
PLAYED BY
“ X O 0 9 2 ”
Word COUNT
Halcyon Bryn
HEALTH
MANA
MANA SKIN
MANA REGEN
SENIOR
80/80
SENIOR
10
battle data
Spells Casted - one - two - three - four - five
Actions Taken - one - two - three - four - five
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"Hello? Earth to the noble lady?" Bryn asked with a look of concern, noticing the individual spaced out for a moment or so. Perhaps longer than that. She was not planning on wasting a good day's worth of sunlight for such a person. More people had work for Bryn to get through and there was a lot to still discover in the realm. Hoisting up the gifts from the merchants and bundling them with some twine by her feet, Bryn waved goodbye to the strange woman with a penchant for the arts.