Post by forestwalker on Nov 1, 2019 11:19:46 GMT -5
Amilnam stands at 5'4". Her body is slender but with "ripped" muscle mass running across it. She has shoulder length black hair which is tied up with what appears to be vines. She keeps her fringe short so that it does not obscure her vision. Her eyes are a vivid green.
She wears simple clothing which is usually in greens and browns. Her hooded cloak looks to have seen better days but it seems to fits her well. The cloak is clasped shut with a holy symbol of Solonor.
She has a Longsword hanging from her belt in an ornate, wooden sheath and she has a Shortsword holstered in an ornate leather sheath on the front of her belt. She wears a quiver on her back, stuffed with arrows. She carries a well made Longbow on her back. It runs diagonally from her right shoulder to her left hip.
She can be seen wearing both Leather Armour and a type of Full Plate depending on the situation at hand. Her Full Plate seems to have been made from natural materials which have been well worked and layered in such a way to offer high levels of protection.
Post by forestwalker on Nov 1, 2019 11:32:34 GMT -5
The canopy of the trees rustled and swayed in the breeze. The occasional leaf would slowly drift downwards as they danced from side to side on the breeze. The sound of insects played softly overly the Forest, a gentle orchestra, never a more serene scene had been seen.
A herd of Deer was slowly making its way through this section of Forest. An older member of their herd had been injured during a Wolf attack before the youngest and the strongest had managed to drive the small numbers of Canis Lupus away. The Wolf pack was not far behind. They had the smell of blood in their snouts and the taste of Venison on their tongues.
There was a small, abnormal movement just under the canopy of the Forest. It would have been barely noticed by any without a trained eye, but it was definitely not a natural movement within the forest. A patch of bark attached to one of the higher up branches had begun to move. Only a small amount, but it was definitely moving. The animals remained oblivious to it; they were occupied with their escape or their hunt. The tree bark twisted upwards slightly and it parted slightly to reveal a tanned, thin face. A pair of dazzling green eyes could be seen and they were slowly following the movement of the Herd. They appraised the herd with a knowledgeable eye and then looked out towards the Wolf pack.
The tree bark began to twist and turn and began revealing more of the Elven figure. Amilnam had curled herself around the trunk to begin her descent down to the ground. Her cloak and hood continued to change colour and pattern to match her surroundings. Once close enough to the ground she gently lowered herself until her feet made a barely audible noise of impact. She began weaving her way through the foliage with the grace and skill of a seasoned tracker. Her eyes remained on the herd. The wounded was losing more blood and this was making it move slower and slower. If she did not act quick the pack of Wolves would had little challenge in killing all of the herd. One more herd gone, less for the Wolf to hunt next winter. She was close enough to take the shot. She drew her longbow from her back and knocked an arrow. She did not tension the string yet because she wanted to be sure. She would not get a second chance. Once she had a clear shot she pulled her right elbow backwards, pulling the string tight. She inhaled as she drew the string and she held her breath while she tracked the animal with the bow. She muttered “E's Laemma" (I’m sorry) under her breath and then loosed the arrow. The arrow collided with the Deer and killed it instantly. She crossed the forest floor quickly as the herd began running onward, panicked by the most recent attack. She could hear the sound of running behind her also, the Wolves where giving chase. Amilnam grabbed the edge of her cloak and threw it over herself and the deer as she dropped to a knee.
She felt the air buffeting around her as the pack of Wolves went charging on. They could likely smell the blood from the carcass as they passed them but the thrill of the hunt combined with the Camouflage spell she had cast had hidden them enough to avoid detection. Once the sound had reduced back to the natural melody she moved her cloak from them both and stood straight to glance around the forest. She gave a nod as she saw they were alone. She dropped her hips to the floor and pulled the carcass over her shoulders before standing straight once again. She looked around the Bramble Wood once more before she began the walk back to her Camp.
She dropped the carcass down to the floor carefully so that she did not bruise the meat and then she looked back out across the Bramble. She sighed softly. “Anira Lupus amecc vaan il oaam... fyan anira silquemeana amecc alanyitya illw matyetyycilana. Anira filcilnya masilella." (The Lupus will get a few… but the majority will escape and repopulate. The balance remains). She looks back down towards the carcass and nods to herself.
She used both a practised ease and a variety of specialist knives to quickly skin, segment the animal and separate the breast meat from the chest. She placed these down on a cloth and then sat down before this collection of meat. She drew out a jar and opened it. A pleasant smell leaked in to the local area and she inhaled it gently. The jar contained a mixture of spices which she used to cure, flavour and preserve meat. It contained a combination of Rock Salt, dried Cuminum Cyminum, black Peppercorns from the Piperaceae vine, the Coriander herb from the Apiaceae family and hot Chilli Pepper from the Capsicum family. These had been dried and ground in to a fine powder. She covered all of the meat with this combination. Rolling it, patting it and massaging the powder mix in to the meat carefully and lovingly. Once it was covered in this concoction she wrapped it in strange leafs and then placed them in to ruck sacks. She pulled the ruck sacks tight and then buried them within her camp, to keep them cool and out of direct heat and prying eyes.
She then sighed softly and moved over to a fire pit. She brushed excess foliage away before sitting down cross legged. She set her hands in her lap as they clutched a holy symbol of Solonor and let her eyes drift closed. She slowed her breathing and slowly entered a state of Reverie, waiting for the dreams.