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===Temmal Bramble=== | ===Temmal Bramble=== | ||
A lumbering beast if there ever was one, the tae'dae named Temmal Bramble towers over most with the height of many hands. Dark brown, shaggy fur covers most of his rotund physique, which lightens drastically to a golden caramel around his muzzle and paws. Deep brown eyes stare out vacantly and his brow is stuck in a permanent crease. Recently oiled, a slick suit of leather armour covers his massive frame loosely, obscured partly by a thick woolen red cloak. He wields a golden sickle and a leather sling in his paws. | |||
To complete a ritual, Temmal and the other druids in the area need a totem that has been damaged. | |||
===Emaleth Strongoak=== | ===Emaleth Strongoak=== | ||
A raven-haired elfen beauty, Emaleth Strongoak is a true portrait of melancholy. Glossy black hair falls from her head like a collection of dark wires, the corded tresses stuck in a state of disarray. Her bright blue eyes are puffy and red from crying, and streaks of dried tears are plastered to her porcelain skin. Only the faintest traces of a smile appear on her lips, otherwise, her mouth is but a thin line morphed into a woeful grimace. Diaphanous mourning robes cling to her lithe body, held tightly by a thick leather belt from which hangs a series of druidic instruments: a golden sickle, a leather sling, and a rune bag. Her slender fingers dig deep into the soft soil, anchoring her body as she is wracked with a series of body-spasming sobs. | A raven-haired elfen beauty, Emaleth Strongoak is a true portrait of melancholy. Glossy black hair falls from her head like a collection of dark wires, the corded tresses stuck in a state of disarray. Her bright blue eyes are puffy and red from crying, and streaks of dried tears are plastered to her porcelain skin. Only the faintest traces of a smile appear on her lips, otherwise, her mouth is but a thin line morphed into a woeful grimace. Diaphanous mourning robes cling to her lithe body, held tightly by a thick leather belt from which hangs a series of druidic instruments: a golden sickle, a leather sling, and a rune bag. Her slender fingers dig deep into the soft soil, anchoring her body as she is wracked with a series of body-spasming sobs. | ||