RP diary

[Naturana]

((I was thinking that a Mistrunner RP diary would be good, so everyone could see what members of the tribe have been doing and its nice to look back on the RP that you've done.
I will start...it doesnt have to be in great detail, just a taster of the rp that is happening right now))

21.04.2010

Naturana after traveling for days comes across a camp in the barrens, she decides to rest there, walking into a hut she see a male tauren sitting there, she says sorry and goes to leave but the male stops her and offers her to sit with him, he looks troubled and ill so she does wanting to help and talk to someone, he tells her he has indeed been ill and has had terrible visions, she offers her help to which he says has healers around, feeling useless she cooks him up some food and tells him of what the druids said to her and that she has no idea of where to go and where she could be needed more than the circle need her. He looks thoughtful and said about another druid just a week past looking for the mistrunner tribe, naturana says she has never heard of such a tribe, he then said he was scyepogg brave of the mistrunners and that the tribe was missing or needed to be reborn and maybe she had come to help, as naturana thinks about this, he looks at her, she gets the feeling she reminds him of someone he knew but has lost. Naturana closes her eyes and listens to the nature around her, she says to scyepogg that she believes that he is right and that she is on the right path, she was meant to come here and help his lost tribe and as part of the mistrunners she intends to help as much as she can.

[Naalo]

09/05

Naalo watched as the caravan left in the distance, disappearing through the narrow mountain pass that led into the bleak desolate lands further south. She sighed, and sat herself down before the little shrine, which was bedecked with flowers, fruit and little tokens that the pilgrims had left here. Around her, the night was silent, save for the shrieking of harpies in the distance. She breathed in deeply, and coughed out ash.

How long she sat there, humming, tracing little random symbols in the brown-black earth, she didn't know; but after a while, she got up, feeling mighty hungry, and made her way back to Sunrock Retreat.

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On a blackened and charred tree, a small ember salamander climbed up the trunk, hunting for firebugs and termites. It paused, feeling the bark with its flitting tongue. It took a left at a crook in the branches. Higher and higher. And then, it encountered something strange, near the tip of the branch. Its tongue rolled over the soft texture of the round object, which was growing out of the wood. Deciding it was harmless, the salamander turned back to another branch, leaving the small, green leafbud to its silent, hopeful business.

[Scyepogg]

((sorry for OOC, but were there any IC results of the visit to Charred Vale? Like the spirits or elements telling something?))

[Naturana]

09/05/2010


Naturana walks slowly behind the caravan, she looks around at the tribe and smiles , she sees others that she doesnt know such as orcs and even the ones known as bloodelfs, then again she doesnt know her own tribe she thinks not yet anyway...She walks and she sings softley under her breath , a song with no name , she remembers not where she learnt it. they go deeper into the mountains the wind calling to her, she closes her eyes her song getting louder, at last they reach the vale. Naturana opens her eyes and gasps then then the voices start as she knew they would...the ground screams at her , the blackened trees call to her, the wind still howling her name, she puts her hands over her ears and moans with pain. A hand touches hers she looks down at the bloodelf who over the crys all around her asks if she is well, she answers, all around her is pain and there is more so much more to come, he smiles and says all will be well, she smiles at the well meaning elf, knowing that soon all will not be well for a very long time.

[Scyepogg]

31.05.10 (I think it was during that meeting, but could be a week earlier)

The two elders of the tribe were watching the dust clouds in the distance while a tauren girl, not even from the tribe, was tethering the tribal mammoth to a dead tree in a small ravine. They would have to go on foot further on.

Some more miles, and the site opens before their eyes as clear as it could be, while they are concealed from the eyes of guards.

There are sounds of excavating machines and loud swearing of dwarves, there are shovels hitting the sacred ground, and there are armed soldiers sitting around a fire, grilling something which definitely resembles a kodo leg. Scyepogg looks around, but the elder druid Muraq suddenly disappears. Scyepogg is not worried, he now knows much more of druidic ways, even if he cannot follow them. He even notices the grass shaking a bit, and he knows that a sneakingcat-like creature passed there. After some minutes the druid apears by their side out of nowhere, as if he wasn't absent. His news are dire. There are siege engines, and ballistas, and flying machines. There are troops, ammunition and fortifications. All being prepared for an assault on something. It is not that hard to understand the target.

Carefully, unnoticed by anyone except a too attentive dwarf, whose corpse they are carrying away, the three tauren leave the dangerous place and head back to the campsite. What he only saw in obscure visions, now they saw with their own eyes. Actions must be taken, or it could be too late.