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Post by Bunnyhug on Feb 12, 2024 23:30:47 GMT -5
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| Kiri is a slightly shorter than average elf with green eyes and red braided hair, and looks to be in her mid second century of age.
Her bubbly demeanor is complimented with a calm nature, and she is often seen with her eyes in a book. A gentle scent of herbs and pine follow her wake.
Notable features:
One may notice two pairs of somewhat faded scars visible on her cheeks beneath her eyes.
A diamond-shaped silver broach is visibly clasping her cloak, a bow and arrow engraved into it.
And the fletching of her arrows are.. Pink?
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Post by Bunnyhug on Apr 3, 2024 13:58:14 GMT -5
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| The evil came upon the wood,
Descending in a crimson flood.
My home of verdant peace now burned,
An exile's path I sadly turned.
From sacred groves I wander far,
By fate's cruel whims, a fallen star.
My footsteps lead through barren lands,
Till kindly folk with outstretched hands,
Embraced me in their hearth and heart.
A new life waiting to impart
Its purpose, one I could not see
When blinded by adversity.
Though evil robbed my sylvan life,
These Cormyrans saved me from that strife.
My elf-eyes see a wider way,
Their noble cause lights up my day.
My bow I lend to their just fight,
To vanquish evil's wretched blight.
What seemed a tragic, harsh expulsion
Proved path to newfound resolution.
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Tragedy struck when Kiri was still little more than a child by elven reckoning. Her father was called away to serve once again as a scout for a local elven tribe. He promised he would return, but the years passed and there was no word from him. Kiri was left with only her mother and younger brother in their small cottage amidst the great oak and maple trees.
As she grew older, Kiri channeled her father's teachings into honing her archery skills through diligent solitary practice. She became intimately familiar with every nook and cranny of the forest around her home, her steps made silent by the wisdom of the woodlands. On occasion, she would venture to the fringes of Cormanthor to observe merchant caravans passing along the trade roads, yearning to learn about the wider world beyond the green frontiers she knew.
Then came the night that altered the course of Kiri's life forever. Her home was invaded by a marauding band of foul drow warriors. Kiri's mother made a heartbreaking decision, sacrificing herself to cover Kiri's escape while her brother tried to buy them time. Kiri fled, tears streaming down her now clawed face, as the screams of her loved ones were abruptly silenced.
With her family brutally taken and no home to return to, the young elf felt adrift and alone in the world. Drawing on her hunter's resilience, she resolved to make her way to the human kingdom of Cormyr, hoping to forge a new life away from the shadows that had brought such misery to Cormanthor. Kiri's path would be lonelier than she could fathom, but the strength instilled by generations of formidable elven scouts flowed through her veins. |
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Post by Bunnyhug on Apr 3, 2024 16:38:46 GMT -5
With evil's threat, exiled from the forest green, my woodland home, idyllic scene.
An elf without a place to dwell, adrift upon life's lonely swell.
But then you came from distant shore, a kindred spirit I'd longed for.
Your warm embrace enveloped me, a safe haven where I longed to be.
Though all was lost, my heart's unrest, I found solace in your noble breast.
Two wildered souls who chanced to meet, united now, our bliss complete.
Within your arms, sweet peace descended, my search for home at last is ended.
Meeting Bunar...
Kiri had finally found a moment's respite after the harrowing ordeal that drove her from her beloved Cormanthor. Though she had traversed alone into Cormyr, the pain and loss she carried weighed heavily upon her. The kingdom of Cormyr provided a new start, but gnawing feelings of guilt and darkness crept in during her solitary watches.
It was in the quaint town of Greatgaunt that a chance encounter echoed a change in Kiri's heart. She had been reading her journal at a brazier, fingering the bound pages with a melancholic air, when a gruff voice piped up beside her. Kiri turned to see a stout dwarven figure, his ruddy face framed by an impressively long, unkempt beard.
Bunar, as he introduced himself, was a member of the Roar's Reserves and had a thirst for knowledge. But he also had a surprising sensitivity that allowed him to sense the burdens Kiri carried. Over time, she slowly opened up about the horrors she had witnessed and her self-imposed exile from Cormanthor. The kind-hearted dwarf always lent his ear, listening and nodding, letting her unbottle the churning emotions at her own pace.
From the day they met, Bunar and Kiri rarely wandered roads of Cormyr without the other. His stalwart presence was like a balm, steadying her nerves and offering solace when the night brought grim memories. In turn, Kiri's vibrant spirit and youthful energy rejuvenated the dwarf's world-weary soul. Bunar taught her to slow down, weigh decisions, and strike with precision while Kiri reminded him to find joy in each new sunrise.
Their bond was forged in the fires of countless adventures and perils they faced together across the forests, plains and mountains of Cormyr. Side-by-side they challenged ogre scourges, routed packs of gnolls, and delved into long-abandoned catacombs. Though their bravery was unmatched, it was their trust and devotion to one another that truly saw them through every dark hour.
Finally, after many days of shared laughter, tears and increasingly profound looks, Kiri and Bunar confessed their feelings for one another. In the dwarf's powerful embrace, the elven archer found her torments of the past eased into bittersweet memories. Her smile brightened in a way it never could when clouded by grief and fear. For the first time she could remember, Kiri felt truly, blissfully at peace.
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