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Cryoluxa It's all good, man. Honestly I've only recently regained the energy needed to attempt this again anyways. Also, I've read up on everything. Sorta skimmed most of it, though.
I've revised my characters slightly to explain their absence, so here we are. I might bring in another character at some point, but idk.
~ Name ~
Swiir
~ Age ~
Late 20s
~ Residence ~
Eightleaf Town - The Lion's Inn
~ Role ~
Inn Co-Owner (Works counter, lobby, and rooms)
~ Personality ~
Kind and caring || Easily intimidated || Worries often about the well-being of others || Gullible || Protective of the Inn
~ Backstory ~
Having lost their home in a great storm, Swiir and her husband, Virro, made their way to Eightleaf Town until they could petition the Icewarden for a new den. Upon their arrival, they found that the inn was going out of business. The previous owner was just too old and no one wanted to take over for him. Swiir, worried about where future travelers would stay if the inn went down, convinced Virro to use the last of the treasure that they had managed to salvage in order to save the inn. They refurbished it, renamed it "The Lion's Inn," and have worked there together for many years, just the two of them.
Shortly after the Starfall Festival, Swiir and Virro received alarming news: A close friend of theirs, from whom they often bought ingredients that were hard to obtain in the Icefield, had fallen quite ill and it was not known whether he would pull through or not. They hastily made preparations to leave, leaving a friendly Tundra, Phyl, in charge while they were gone.
When they reached their friend, they found him doing worse than they had been told. Both of them knew that there was nothing they could do other than stay with him, so stay they did. Virro cooked meals meant to help him heal and Swiir tended to his needs whenever he was lucid enough to request anything.
It was a long while before they saw any change in his condition, but after a long, hard battle against the forces of nature, he recovered. Relieved, the two Spirals decided that they would stay with him for a short while longer, making sure he was truly alright and simply enjoying visiting with him.
Finally, the day came when they had to return. They bid their friend farewell and started home, carrying the new ingredients they had bought while they were there and looking forwards to returning to their home and their inn.
~ Special notes ~
Now that she's returned, Swiir has decided that she will start her own garden in order to keep a better supply of what ingredients she can grow herself. She keeps the temperature regulated using runestones.
~ Name ~
Virro
~ Age ~
Mid-30s
~ Residence ~
Eightleaf Town - The Lion's Inn
~ Role ~
Inn Co-Owner (Works counter and kitchen)
~ Personality ~
Jovial || Intelligent || Enjoys puns || Can be intimidating when needed || Enjoys cooking ||Will do anything for Swiir
~ Backstory ~
Refer to Swiir's backstory
~ Special notes ~
He is Swiir's Voice of Reason in many things. He is a great cook, but admires the skills of the baker at the Lucky Star Café.
~ Name ~
Imriel
~ Age ~
Mid-20s
~ Residence ~
Has a room at The Lion's Inn for now.
~ Role ~
Traveling Merchant (Specializes in fireworks and festival items); Does odd jobs for extra treasure (Some of which may not be legal)
~ Personality ~
Loyal || Amiable || Sociable || Intelligent || Greatly cherishes friends || Holds strongly to his morals
~ Backstory ~
Imriel's parents were adventurers, deeply in love, and willing to do anything for each other. This taught the nocturne the importance of forming bonds and loyalty at an early age. His father showed him how to master a blade, his mother showed him how to temper the magics around him. Imriel found his skilled lay with his mother's path and learned how to bend the elements of fire to his whim. He enjoys crafting fireworks and the like and has started getting quite the reputation for his intricate and expansive shows across Sornieth.
However, Imriel found himself in a new version of Sornieth, one in which the lands were more developed. One in which his natural power over fire was replaced with one over wind. It was frightening, but he knew that he couldn't just sit back and wait for it to fix itself. He found the nearest civilization, a town by the name of Eightleaf, and set up there until he could figure out what was going on and find a way to fix it.
Imriel has spent his time trying to track down any leads to what had happened to him. So far, his search has been in vain. In the meantime, he has simply helped out around the town in any way he could and becoming friends with the dragons.
~ Special notes ~
Due to not being able to use his fire magic, he resorts to using fire runes instead, coupling his new wind powers with them in order to give the flames more power.
~ Player Type ~
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