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Post by Igrainne (RETIRED) on Jun 12, 2019 12:17:05 GMT
(I realised I hadn't introduced my character despite having already played in 2 games, but better late than never.)
A new face in Kantas: a young, female half-drow can be seen loitering around Daring Heights or camping alone at the edge of the Angelbark Woods. She wears a wine-coloured hooded cloak with a polished brass clasp in the shape of a leaf, with the profile of a stag's head carved into it; she carries a longbow and two curved shortswords tucked into her belt. When approached, she'd say: "Springwarden Igrainne Blackriver, your new local Emerald Enclave agent. We at the Enclave are happy to be at your service! ...Well, it's really just me. Here, alone. With no friends or family or anyone I know. In a strange new continent I've never been to. Ha, ha." Recently, she's been sporting a new longbow, one with an ornate, eladrin design. ( Forgotten Realms wiki entry on the Emerald Enclave)
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Post by Igrainne (RETIRED) on Sept 18, 2019 15:31:47 GMT
It seems that Daring Heights' resident "friendly drow" has all but vanished. There was not a head of snow-white hair in the Ettin, no extra game being brought to the kitchen of the Hung Rabbit, no lonesome campfires burning late at night in the Angelbark Woods, no melancholy songs of flute being played in the streets of the city.
Recently, a few hunters reported seeing a mysterious figure walking in the woods who could pass entirely from sight when they step into shadows cast by the trees. The figure was described as tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a wolfskin-lined forester's cloak and smoking an ebony pipe, their face always obscured by the hood drawn over it. Some have also said that this Ranger wielded a six foot-long black longbow with sinister-looking foreign runes carved along its length.
One rancher who worked outside of Port Ffirst claimed that the Ranger spoke to him. In a gruff — albeit discernibly female — voice and a thick Northern accent, she enquired about gnolls in the area and a ruined temple of a name unfamiliar to him: yee-nough-ghoo?
Not long after, sightings of the Dark Ranger stopped, and Igrainne Half-Drow disappeared along with her.
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Post by Igrainne (RETIRED) on Apr 2, 2020 13:31:25 GMT
The Four Fair Winds tavern, Daring Heights
The amulet hangs between the two of them. Its silver is lustrous and polished and the hourglass-shaped ruby that is embedded in the centre of the star is undoubtedly of remarkable quality. Igrainne, who is gripping the necklace by its chain, points at the gem. “It was defaced so badly that the ruby was almost dislodged. I paid good money for the jeweller to make it look the way it does now. Gave it a chain, too. Pretty good, right?” Sitting across her, Jaezred Vandree eyes the holy symbol of Lolth as he puts his cup of tea down on a saucer. “Splendid work,” he says coldly. “And I do hope you put a bloody end to the blasphemous apostate who did that?” “That I did. An arachnomancer, she was. Got her in the eye and here in her spider form.” The half-drow points at a spot below her jaw. Her lord cousin hums in approval. “And what shall you do with that?” He nods at the holy symbol. Igrainne shrugs. “Don’t know. I’ll just keep it for now. Maybe I could even impress our Matron Mother with my devotion if I show this to her.” “Don’t bet your life on it,” sneers Jaezred. The young ranger leans back on her chair and puts her legs up on the table, much to her kinsman's apparent dismay. She holds the amulet close to her curious eyes. The webbed star turns slowly, glinting white in the afternoon sun. “Maybe I should have it sanctified a little more. Say, Mister O-Favoured-of-Lolth, can you bless this or something?” “I have told you this already. I am not a priestess. It is forbidden for me to do such things.” A smug grin creeps onto Igrainne’s lips. “No offence, but you really are useless, you know that?” Jaezred scoffs before taking a most scornful sip of his tea.
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