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| {{tag> CLASS RACE PLAYER?NPC CAMPAING NATONALITY }} | {{tag> CLASS nymph PLAYER?NPC CAMPAING NATONALITY }} |
| ======Mordica ====== | ======Mordica ====== |
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| <sup>Art by Ginn(([[https://instagram.com/ginnwrght26?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==|Link to Ginn's Gallery]]))</sup> | <sup>Art by Cinder-Lonestar</sup> |
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| //[[user:sam:mordica|Secrets]]// | //[[user:sam:mordica|Secrets]]// |
| ^ Name / Titles: | Abyss Eater \\ Mordica | | ^ Name / Titles: | Abyss Eater \\ Mordica | |
| ^[[character:mordica:class|Class]]:| Gloom-Stalker Ranger | | ^[[character:mordica:class|Class]]:| Gloom-Stalker Ranger | |
| ^[[character:mordica:species|Species]]:| Dryad (Un-Sellie Fey) | | ^[[character:mordica:species|Species]]:| Nymph (Queen, Un-Seelie) | |
| ^ Nationality: | {{:faction:flag-florale.png?35 |}}[[planes:feywild|Feywilds]] | | ^ Nationality: | {{:faction:flag-florale.png?35 |}}[[planes:feywild|Feywilds]] | |
| ^ Home: | - //Where character’s actual building home is if they have one.// | | ^ Home: | - //Where character’s actual building home is if they have one.// | |
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| Most would see her as a beast to be hunted or a monster to be slaughtered, Learning quickly to keep to the darkness, out of sight. \\ | Most would see her as a beast to be hunted or a monster to be slaughtered, Learning quickly to keep to the darkness, out of sight. \\ |
| She has a natural ability to speak with plants and animals requiring no arcane weaving. None of the wildlife or farm animals she encounters ever seemed scared of her. Being very Intune with the domain of nature she as experienced glimpses of enlightment from //the wild mother// but its unknown if these were willingly given or accidental. \\ | She has a natural ability to speak with plants and animals requiring no arcane weaving. None of the wildlife or farm animals she encounters ever seemed scared of her. Being very Intune with the domain of nature she as experienced glimpses of enlightenment from //the wild mother// but its unknown if these were willingly given or accidental. \\ |
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| | Mordica is a quiet creature letting music of nature fill her aura rather than words. Old music with the sounds of wood and stone. With lessons from her Mother she has learned to play the violin, but she is more fond of the whistling wind through the trees, the deep urgels of throat singing and the timed clings of hollow wood. \\ Her mind is filled with conversations while the forest sings peacefully with wind and life. |
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| Mordica never learned the full details of her birth. But the Origins come from a deal made with a powerful Un-Seelie Fey known as the Shadow Dealer, An Arch-Fey considered the Un-Seelie King in the court of the //Feywild//. With such a major event the outcome was rather humble. The Mordica's found-mother incited the deal for her biological-mother to carry and raise the Un-Seelie King's child in exchange for a serious upgrade to the apple farm overall. New barn, new fences, some unique apple breeds, new equipment and a bigger home. Nothing some hard work and money couldn't do but it seemed Mordica's found-mother was looking for a short-cut that day. | Mordica never learned the full details of her birth. But the Origins come from a deal made with a powerful Un-Seelie Fey known as the Shadow Dealer, An Arch-Fey considered the Un-Seelie King in the court of the //Feywild//. With such a major event the outcome was rather humble. The Mordica's found-mother incited the deal for her biological-mother to carry and raise the Un-Seelie King's child in exchange for a serious upgrade to the apple farm overall. New barn, new fences, some unique apple breeds, new equipment and a bigger home. Nothing some hard work and money couldn't do but it seemed Mordica's found-mother was looking for a short-cut that day. |
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| Mordica is a quiet creature letting music fill her aura rather than words. Old music with the sounds of wood and stone. With lessons from her Mother she has learned to play the violin, but she is more fond of the whistling wind through the trees, the deep urgels of throat sining and the timed clings of hollow wood. \\ Her mind is filled with conversations while the forest sings peacefully with wind and life. | |
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| A guardian of the forest, cleanse and hunt any corrupted souls who may wander too far. \\ As with any being; who's duty was to fight corruption they too will be corrupted, Mordica a beast of beauty turned vile, etched with veins of sickness and corruption, mutated and warped beyond memory.// | A guardian of the forest, cleanse and hunt any corrupted souls who may wander too far. \\ As with any being; who's duty was to fight corruption they too will be corrupted, Mordica a beast of beauty turned vile, etched with veins of sickness and corruption, mutated and warped beyond memory.// |
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| ====Background: Outcast==== | **The Gloom-Stalker Ranger, Mordica** \\ |
| | being out on her own and a target for many reasons, Mordica would begin to hone her skills following a //Ranger Conclave//. Like many [[culture:Ranger|Rangers]] before her she would need to become the apprentice of an expert, easier said than done. even not accounting for her monstrous appearance getting a //Ranger// to accept an apprentice in the first place is a tough ordeal, People don't just ask //Ranger's// to be their apprentice its almost always the //Ranger// seeing potential in someone. \\ |
| Mordica lives an isolated life far from other societies. a lonely life but with the help of her Mother she makes it her own. | Mordica could try and self-teach but it would take thrice as long and still be halted with the hurdles brough about by her appearance. |
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| | Luckily it seemed //The Wild Mother// saw Mordica's plight and decided to intact some small intervention. Contacting a tribe of [[culture:elf|Wode Elves]] through etchings on the bark of their sacred trees, a call for a ranger among their ranks to teach their ways to a beast in the shadows. |
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| **Bond with Mother** \\ | |
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| **The Fey-Wilds War** \\ | **The Fey-Wilds War** \\ |
| //King Magnus was of the cruellest of tricksters you could imagine, every word spoken would be left defiled by his twisted vision of entertainment and justice. The trees ever speaking of his iron rule over the "Thorn Throne." The war that took place between the two nations was mostly ignored by me and the trees, Those soldiers who braved my Dark woods never saw the light again. It took everyone by surprise when the instigators were in-fact Magnus's children, A twist the trees never seem to tire of. No the Throne remains empty with no one strong enough to claim it. Mother says that style of hierarchy is very similar to her home land, Who ever would take the throne will lead the nation down a road of prosperity or twisted revenge, as she once did."// | Asking Mordica what she remembers about the [[time:floral_thorn|Floral Thorn War]] receives a low growl then a scoff from the bestial woman, Her single eye leaves your face as she turns to look into her dark forest domain as she thinks back to that two decade long war. \\ Without turning to face you she begins her recount. \\ |
| | //"__King Magnus__ was of the cruellest of tricksters you could imagine, every word spoken would be left defiled by his twisted vision of entertainment and justice. Orlander the Petal Dragon was the harshest thorn to ever grace a flower's beauty, Her wrath was unquenching her vengeance slow, brutal and vile."// She pauses and turns to face you. |
| | //"I never met either of them face to face.... but the trees, the creatures, those who do not speak spoke to me about what they saw, what they experienced. It was pathetic. Fey trying to play mortal, Trying to bring order to the realm of chaos. Their war was inevitable."// The Beastial Fey shuffled trying to get more comfortable. \\ |
| | //"The trees talk of the war like a bad joke or an armature novel. But most of the Feywilds doesn't even recognize the event as anything less than foolish children playing pretend. Even __Magnus's__ own children turned against him"// She lets out a snide chuckle. \\ |
| | //"How foolish can one be? Truly those Fey played the part of 'Mortal' well, being so blissfully stupid."// Her chuckle continues until Mordica notices you seem to have a puzzled look on your face. \\ |
| | //"Hmmm? what's that look for? do you not understand?"// \\ |
| | You nod your head silently and Mordica sighs. \\ |
| | //"The reason why the prince and Princess turned against their father is because they were so easily manipulated. Shown the horrors that their own country was committing but not paying attention to the same horrors committed by Jardins. Changing sides blindly in an instant. I guess the move did win Jardin's the war-"// Her story cuts off as her head sharply raises as if a hound had heard a threat or prey nearby. You turn to face the way she is looking. only hearing the buzz of insects and the crackle of your camp-fire against the dark forest shrouded in night. Straining your eyes to the dark you only make out the shapes of trees, yet your heart begins to pick up tempo. \\ |
| | Mordica looks around, steamily able to see much further than you. She is silent for what seems like hours but only a few minuets have passed. she traces an arcane rune into the dirt with her claw, it flashes in activation but you don't notice anything change. \\ |
| | The beastial fey raises up standing on all fours, stretching and shaking the lethargy off before speaking again. \\ |
| | //"But after all that, the Prince died in the final battle as well as the king, and the princess went mad. or perhaps she was already mad...slaughtering any Fey she came across until she too vanished. "// \\ |
| | Her head covered by a skull mask leaned down and gently extinguished your camp-fire plunging you into darkness before a ever gentle twilight just barely illuminated the area. Mordica's body calmly illuminated with strange markings covering her fur. \\ |
| | Just before you protest her actions you feel one of her large claws press against your lips, a gesture to keep quite. her voice an eerie whisper \\ |
| | //"Shhhhh mortal. You have been a good listener so listen again. Move away from your camp and take to the high branches, the trees will support you. stay hidden, stay quite, something is coming. if you're smart you may live to see the coming sunrise."// \\ |
| | And with that you see her form meld into one of the large trees, disappearing. \\ |
| | You hear a monstrous howl not too far away, coming closer. Better do as Mordica says. |
