Moonyava

[Baldgeek]

THE BASICS ...

Full Name: Moonyava Underthistle
Race: Lightfoot Halfling
Place of Birth: High Forest
Class: Mystic Hierophant (Level 21 Druid)
Special Skills: Healing Herbology (BASE Heal check: 30); Herbal Lore (BASE Lore check: 17); Gardening (Green Thumb check: Unknown); Corporeal Meditation practice (BASE Concentration check: 26)
Patron Diety: Sheela Peryroyl (Watchful Mother/Green Sister)
Alignment: Neutral Good
Companion: Dire Wolf; Ceta (Hinnish for 'Lady')
Summoning:
Staff of Animal Summoning: ability to summon various manner of animals from the sly, meek, Grey Fox to the beastly, savage, Gray Render.

Greater Sylvan Book of Summoning:ability to summon various Sylvan creatures to aid her from the squishy Myconid to the hardened Treant.

Divine: Moonyava's honed innate druidic ability allows her to summon various manner of animals including badgers and bears to help her on her daily activities such as running errands or acting as runners to and from The Grove should she not be able to be there herself. Furthermore, her dedication to nature allows her to summon an Elder Elemental to act as a stalwart defender should she need such assistance.

Shifting:
Ability wise Moonyava has the ability to shift into various animals should she need to, including a dire bear, dire badger, a panther and even a grey owl or white wolf, preferring the smaller shifts due to her small stature, the larger shapes leaving her weak for a day or more (*ooc: No adventuring for one full game day) However, her closeness to nature has allowed her to shift into any Greater-elemental (air, water, fire or earth) of her choosing 3/day without consequence, including a Floral Elemental that gives the druidess a close connection to the earth and subsequent damage reduction as well as resistance to negative energies, while given the ability to heal any companions or summons at her side multiple times.

Age: 29
Height: 3' 0"
Weight: 27 Ibs.
Hair: Platinum blonde, wooden beaded, dreadlocked hair.

Eyes: Light Grey
Complexion: Olive skin tone to that of dark brown in the late spring and summer months.
Build: Slender; trim.


... AND SOME LITTLE DETAILS ...

Armor: Tree Skin (+3 AC, 5% Damage Immunity to both piercing and bludgeoning attacks); blessed ironwood makes up this druidic armor. Though slightly more cumbersome (*ooc +2 Max Dex Mod (she has +3)) for her, opposed to the leathers she's used to, it offers up increased protection with its imbued nature blessing and damage immunity to certain attacks making it ideal for the wandering druidess in an increasingly hostile environment.

Weapon (Missile): Stormhorn Survivor's Sling (+1 AB;Cold Resist 10/-;+2 Saving throws vs. Cold; Mighty +2; Unlimited Bullets +1d6 fire damage.) This weapon was the young druidesses largest expense yet but has been, ever since, Moonyava's weapon of choice used to keep foes at bay from afar while her summons and Ceta take the frontline should she be traveling alone and, in addition, giving her ample time to offer divine support both offensively and defensively depending on the situation.

Weapon (Melee): Sickle of Holy Mourning +1 (+1 AB; +2 vs. Undead)

Tattoos: None; though has been known to apply various dyes from different flora onto her skin in ritualistic/ tribal designs that remain on her skin for up to a week at a time before fading away.

Piercings/ jewelry: She has a single gold septum nose ring and wears non-descript metal armbands on both biceps and a handcrafted choker made of hemp around her neck from which hangs a small amulet in the shape of a daisy:


... HER CAUSE ...

A Corporeal Meditation school dedicated to teaching adventurers of all ilk how to focus on ones inner-Self, through stretching, deep personal meditation, and even survival foraging/cooking, and thus have a better understanding of the Natural World as a whole and the necessity to preserve and coexist with it.




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Levels 1-10


Levels 11-20


Level 21+

[Baldgeek]

A Bumpy Ride

Moonyava's Prologue

CHAPTER 0

The clouds had gathered quickly and the sunny-calm morning had shifted to a much more grey-breezy afternoon. It was early spring and small puddles, eroded veins of earth and upheaved rocks bounced the unencumbered covered-wagon along the well traveled road south of Everlund. The trading had been very good in Yartar. Drem didn't particularly enjoy the militant attitude that the humans there had but he certainly enjoyed their coin. With this last sell through of fabric, clothing and candle-wares, he and Portia would finally be able to afford that small home in Silverymoon.

Leaning back he slacked off the reigns of the well bred Yartian horse and simply smiled at his wife. Portia's strawberry-blonde hair freely whipped about her face as they traveled along. Slim and tall, olive skinned and bright green eyed, Portia always seemed to carry herself with a nonchalant self assured confidence. A confidence that Drem fell in love with.

How are you feeling?" Drem asked as he watched the closed eyed Portia.
Opening one eye she lazily turned her head with a smile and rubbed her small belly bump. "Perfect."

Portia had fallen fast in love with the curly haired Drem Underthistle just three years ago. Dark haired and brown eyed, Drem was a stocky, hardheaded and insecure clothier of little renown. Not the most endearing traits but they were easily countered by his quick wit and humor, moreover, it was a breath of fresh air from the stuffy, self-centered and otherwise boring attitudes of the people she grew up with in the small city of Goldenfields. First daughter of Shandin Bunce, the city's local sheriff, she was constantly well guarded and watched. Meeting Drem was like meeting freedom, a freedom her burly and stern father disagreed with from the very start. She couldn't help but smirk at the first time Drem met her father...

"Now what are you thinking about?" he inquired cocking his head to the side curiously.
"Nothing, nothing at all" she answered, with a mirrored cocking of her own head, a smile playing on her lips.

"Riiight!" Shaking his head Drem once again took up the reigns and clicked the horse on. Portia, sitting up cross-legged, closed her eyes and maintained the smile on her lips ...

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The sun peeked out low behind fast fleeting clouds later in the afternoon. The two hin found themselves hugging the northwestern outcropping of the High Forest. Its' thick woods casting dark shadows in fading light. In a couple of hours they would finally be at Everlund's southernmost outpost and finally sleep in something other than the wagon even if it was only the small barracks the militia lets them stay in for nothing more than several of Portia's scented candles ...
The pixie shot out of the woods so suddenly it spooked the horse. Drem stood up and hauled on the reigns to regain control of the bucking horse and keep the wagon from tipping to the side. Grasping the railing of the wagon seat Portia cried out in surprise. Veering hard to the right the small wagon came to an abrupt stop in a ditch, hub-cap deep, at the base of a tall spruce. Rearing up the horse picked the front of the wagon up as its harness snapped and the reigns were violently ripped from Drem's grasp. Letting out a high pitched whinny the frightened horse kicked up a spray of rock and dirt as the wagon crashed to the ground. The horse scrambled out of the ditch, dragging what was left of the harness behind it, leaving the wagon and hin alone and shaken as twilight approached.

[Baldgeek]

Moonyava's Prologue

Chapter 1

Drem clambered to the side of his wife. Curled up in a ball in the back of the wagon amongst the vast array of Drem's clothing remnants she was shaken but physically fine, in fact even mentioned how she was glad that he kept all the 'rags' from his work and not thrown them out like she had suggested. They laughed for a while and held each other for a few long minutes until a cry from a raven reminded them just where they were. During the daytime this road was, for the most part, safe, at night however it was quite another thing.

"What should we do Drem?"

"That IS the question my dear isn't it", Drem surmised as he glanced around the wagon.

A days rations, clothing remnants, several candles and odd and end tools for fixing the wagon and a short sword in desperate need of sharpening was what they had. Glancing into the pitch black forest then back to the road he finally turned to his wife who was busily checking over her candles.

"Are you able to walk Portia?"

"I am, but you certainly don't mean to walk at night this close to the forest do you?", she exclaimed with a mixture of surprise and fear in her face.

"No, no indeed. I say that if we wait out the night, stay quiet and wrap up in these rags we should be alright. By my calculations the outpost isn't more than a few hours north on foot we can head out in the morn."

Letting out a long sigh and managing a smile Portia leaned in and kissed Drem on the forehead before starting to look through remnants for some suitable for a blanket. Drem hunted around in the twilight looking for his needle pack ...

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The pixie flew into the centaur encampment with a high pitched thrumming of her wings. The encampment was made up a several mobile huts and several more large tents. Lights shone from most of the shelters and a large fire in the center of the camp lit up the near entire area, even reaching into the darkness of the encampments bordering trees. At one end of the fire was a particularly well muscled male, with numerous marking along his body, a large amulet of gold around his neck speaking with two other males as a few other grouping of both males and females, much smaller in stature, did the same. None of the centaurs huddled around the fire, however, looked up to even acknowledge the small pixie except one, a smaller female, with adornments of flowers and leaves throughout her mane and fine silks wrapped around her torso.
Getting to her hooves and arranging the silk around her body she excused herself from the two she had been speaking with and went to meet the pixie who didn't dare get within a certain distance of the camp.

"What is it little one?" She asked in a high Sylvan.

Fluttering around the pixie went on for a minute describing what she had seen and Malvesa nodded periodically until near the end of the account her eyes widened slightly.

Once done the pixie fluttered away leaving Malvesa running her hands through her long mane...
Once back at camp Malvesa approached the large centaur and waited his acknowledgement of her. Finishing his conversation with a much smaller male the he got up and turned to Malvesa.

"What is it Malvesa?", Vesteral asked in a deep guttural voice.

"We may have a problem near the road" she replied.

Crossing his armed across his barrel chest he looked down on her with a smirk. "A problem?"

Nodding she told him everything that the pixie had told her.

Once finished listening Vestral, without any word or expression held his fist high and yelled a single word in Sylvan, which roughly translated means "surround me", to which several males from a couple of huts, a few of the tents and a couple from the fire approached Vestral, weapons in hand.

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Drem and Portia huddled next to one another in the center of the wagon covered by several make shift blankets. The night was quiet and Drem, eyes heavy, remained on constant vigil as his wife slept. Dark clouds swept past over head as a slight breeze swirled about the little wagon. Watching one of these clouds was when he heard the noise. At first it was a slight snapping sound in the distance but as time went on it became a contant rhythm of heavily booted footsteps ... footsteps getting louder and louder by the minute ...

[Baldgeek]

Chapter 2

The gnoll scout smelled the halflings long before he saw them. Rounding the edge of the forest his beady eyes focused on the wagon and what could only be considered a smile formed on the gnolls maw, exposing its teeth, a drip of saliva falling thickly to the leaf covered ground. On padded feet it made its way to the wagon ...

[Baldgeek]

// Updated profile 2/13/2017 (start of this thread) //Background storyline work in progress ...

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[Baldgeek]

// Updated profile as of 5/27/2017 (start of this thread):
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[Baldgeek]

// Updated profile as of 9/23/2017 (start of this thread):
*Level update
*New description tweaks
*Added Theme music
*New Portrait

//Background storyline work in progress ... //

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~BG