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Unsure how far the brutes are from her position, Lianth moves forward as close as she can get without being in melee combat and attempts to fling a dagger at one of the crouching figures. In absence of other instructions, Rourke pads along beside her, unsure if he is supposed to attack or not. Thrown dagger (if she's still 30 ft. away or more after advancing 30 ft., she won't bother wasting a dagger)
"And my portion of the map appears to show our destination." Lianth says, producing her portion of the parchment. She mutters an invocation to the green to guide her instincts, attempting to orient herself. "We should enter the forest there." she says, pointing towards the edge of town.
Noting the passing of the lantern, she comments to the tall warrior, "It is good that you have handed off the lantern. I suspect that even with your strength, you will need both hands to handle that blade of yours."
Lianth steps up to speak first, Roarke at her side looking somewhat befuddled at all the people gathered together and sniffing in all directions. "Thank you for this honor." Lianth says quickly, before her nerve fades, "And especially to my mentor Olmira, who trained me well in the responsibilities that come with adulthood." She quickly steps down, pausing only to nod Rourke to accompany her, the wolf puzzled by her sudden departure. She does not scan the crowd to see if her parents are present, or if they have any reaction to her not mentioning them, focusing her attention instead on her companions, as she clutches the gifted backpack in front of her like a shield.
Lianth spends her day of liberty hunting and foraging, but has an abysmal day, providing only enough food for herself and Rourke. She had a grand plan of bringing back a deer, or something equally impressive, and is bitterly disappointed at her lack of success.
Torn between a sense of exaltation that she has finished her training, that at least this 'mother' recognizes her with pride, and stark, raving terror at the thought of having to set foot now on her own path, Lianth smiles broadly, while tears stream down her face, her emotions all over the place. In Druidic, she intones, "Through gates of horn and dreams of yore, secrets shared and burdens borne, fickle as the wind, constant as the tides, shelters of stone and scars of fire, I honor you in all ways." She turns the stones over in her hands, a distant child-like part of her still thinking of them as gemstones, while her training sees them as merely rocks, no more or less precious than granite (and far less useful). She recognizes the irony in this gift, of shiny rocks plucked from the endless supply to be found within the earth and polished, to be traded for items of real worth, such as clothing, seed stock, armor or provisions.
Lianth buries her anger in the work, cleaning the clothing in the cold water and hanging it to dry in the sun, adjusting it occasionally on the branches she uses for this, to allow the items to dry evenly. She passes the time exploring her link with Rourke, closing her eyes and feeling the rushes and flows of his mind as his eyes track the movements of dragonflies or his keen nose picks up interesting scents. When the clothing is dry, she inspects it one more time, brushing off any dust that has settled on the clothing as it dried, and carries back to a home that feels increasingly distant to her. Leaving Rourke at the gate, so as not to provoke her mother any further, she attempts to drop the clothing off without encountering either parent, as, even hours later, she does not trust herself to speak to them with a civil tongue.
Lianth watches the robin fly away, wistfully, daydreaming of what it must be like to take flight, before reading the note. Recognizing that she appears to have the rest of the day 'off,' she returns to her parent's home and offers to help them with the day's chores. Her parents seem like strangers now, even as she's been sleeping in their home off and on during her long years of training, as if she's grown apart from them. Part of her resents them for the feelings of ostracism and alienation she feels, while she tries her best to rationalize this too as part of the natural order. Like the robin, this nest is no longer truly her home, and the time is drawing near that she must learn to fly... Roarke remains at her side, even as her mother squints at the sight of this 'wild animal' in her home, and she could make things more comfortable by having him stay outside, but stubbornly refuses to do so, adding to the unspoken tension of the day. For all that she is 'helping,' she wonders if her presence has not become more of a distraction than her help is worth. She finds herself glancing at the sun more and more frequently, eagerly awaiting a chance to escape the oppressive atmosphere that she begrudgingly admits she has helped to create.
Please submit a 100 word character concept below. Include a physical description, personality details, notable points in your characters history, and their disposition regarding their selection as an adventurer of Kassen and the training of the past 10 years. In 100 words? Crikey! Here's an attempt; Born to dark-eyed and black-haired woodworkers, Lianis was called ‘changeling child’ with her pale freckled skin, red hair and blue eyes. She discovered her divine gifts attempting to heal her dog, who had been her one true friend. Trained by the ‘Witch of Mist Lake,’ she learned the arts of the druid, to respect the living world, to forage for food, to cure hides and carve bone, to sustain growing things, and to safely use fire to clear away harmful growth. With a wolf cub as companion, Lianis seeks to prove herself. Here's the haiku version; Lianis, druid,
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