Gods & Men: The Ancient Myths RPG: Chapter 1 OOC Thread

[Johnny Blaze]

If it'll help, I could just make him a swordsman.

That's your call if you want to cut the magic aspect out of your character or not.
Ferret has been busy the last few days, so it might be a bit before he and I are able to talk it out.

 

[Obi-John-Kenobi]

That's your call if you want to cut the magic aspect out of your character or not.
Ferret has been busy the last few days, so it might be a bit before he and I are able to talk it out.

I suppose I could just make him a really badass swordsman. I mean, he's got a wizard for spells. But would I have to change it in my app?

 

[Johnny Blaze]

I suppose I could just make him a really badass swordsman. I mean, he's got a wizard for spells. But would I have to change it in my app?

If that's what you want to do, yes. Just edit the changes in.

 

[Obi-John-Kenobi]

If that's what you want to do, yes. Just edit the changes in.

Hmm... i may actually do that.

 

[JinnSato]

So when can I pick up a second character??

 

[Obi-John-Kenobi]

Alright. I edited my character and made him a fighter. I also added another supporting character and redid Oni's weaknesses to better suit his class.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

So when can I pick up a second character??

Not until halfway into the season at the least.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Gods & Men: The Ancient Myths RPG: SEASON I

Screen Name: Obi-John-Kenobi

Character you have created (include known alias or nicknames here as well): Oni Ryu
Alias':Shogun, The Demonic Dragon, The Black Master, The Sorrow of Togenkai.

Race/Culture: Japanese human with no religion.

Racial Traits (traits specific to your race; a list can be found in the second post of the OOC thread) (For races not listed, GMs must create traits for that race first before player approval): He's a human with a goatee and a long scar across his left eye. He has long hair that he keeps tied in a pony-tail.

Character Class (Somewhat similar to the classes in the CAH RPG, but with some differences) (Choose One):
Fighter. He is an expert swordsman (he has to be if he wants to live).

Speech Color and/or Font (actually say what you're using, i.e. Arial Black; don't go "Like this", or what not):
Palatino Linotype x3, dark purple, bold.

Character Alignment (Good/Evil/Neutral): Lawful evil

Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she believes in, how they handle situations):
Oni believes that only the strong are fit to rule this world. he does not believe in gods of any kind, as he sees belief as a weakness. He commands his armies and personal assassins to do his bidding. He only emerges when the time is right. He is a merciless bastard and a conniving schemer, however, he has a very strong sense of honor and NEVER backs down from a challenge.

Origin Info/Details (don't be blunt, be as thorough as possible):
Oni's father, Oda Ryu, was a powerful Shogun warlord who commanded the vast armies of Japan's Shadow Valley. he ruled over most of Japan with an iron fist until the day he was assassinated by his own son. Oni then ate his father's heart believing it would give him his father's strength. He became Shogun at the age of nine. Over the years, Oni has attained a vast knowledge of the mystical arts and swordplay. Oni now commands the Forces of Shadow to realize his dream of world conquest.
Attributes (Select one from each category) (some races are greater or weaker than a human in specific categories and will be noted below or in the racial traits section of the OOC thread):

Strength Level: Normal Human,

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Peak Human

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort/Durability: Peak Human

Agility: Peak Human
Intelligence: Super-Genius

Fighting Skill: Master in swordplay

Resources: Extreme

Notable Equipment: Oni carries his enchanted katanas with him at all times.
Weaknesses (If your character has any specific weakness, such as a vampire's weakness to sunlight (among other things) or a Faerie's weakness to iron, list them here):
Oni has obtained immortality due to the enchantment that was placed on his father. When Oni ate his father's heart, he recieved the enchantment as well. Oni cannot be killed by weapons or magic, however, he can be killed by any weapon if challenged to a one-on-one duel. Due to his strong sense of honor, Oni can NEVER refuse a duel. If Oni is killed in a duel, his spirit will automatically posses one of thirteen chosen generals who command the various sections of Japan he has conquered (of which he has conquered most of). If all of his generals fall in battle and Oni is killed, he dies for good.
Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? A Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?): My army and my legion of assassins. As well as Kyo, Oni's dark wizard, and Renji, Oni's warmaster. Renji is a paladin who believes that Oni is God. Also, Kenpachi, Oni's top assassin, and Hojo, who acts as oni's top scientist and alchemist.

Describe using proper English grammar what you think you can bring to the RPG:
A villain (you only have one of those). And two characters in the future, as a friend of mine wishes to play as Renji soon (he created him. I just added Renji as my supporting character until my friend can play as him). i can also bing experienced role-playing.

How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG:
At least once if time allows.
Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards:

yes
Sample Post (Minimum Four decent-sized paragraphs containing dialogue):
Oni Ryu sat in his large, decorative throne as Kyo, the Court Wizard approached and knelt before his Master.

"My Lord. I have news from the South front."

"Speak, wizard."

"My Lord, the villagers speak of an uprising. Many say that you are a plague upon this land. I have brought a representative of the village who wishes to speak with you."

Oni nods and a man somewhere in his thirties with a foolishly confident look on his face, enters the room. He kneels before his Shogun.

"My Lord. I am a representative of the village of Tempachi, and I come before you today with a proposal."

Kyo looked over at Oni, but said nothing.

"Speak."

"Thank you, my Lord. My fellow villagers have been complaining about the soldiers who have been resting and staying in the houses of the villagers. They have become... Unruly. They eat all of our food, they rape our women, and they start fights in the streets."

Oni's eyes grew wide.

"Really? I see how this would be a problem to you and your people. Do not worry, my loyal servant. I shall deal with this problem immediately."

"Thank you, my Lord! My people will be very pleased to hear this."

"However."

The villager seemed both interested and nervous at the same time.

"Hm?"

"I have been told that your people have been speaking of an uprising. Is this true?"

"Well... Y-yes, my Lord, but-"

"Then I must take actions to make sure that this will not take place. Kyo."

The wizard stepped forward.

"Yes, my Lord?"

"I want you to see to it that every member of the Tempachi village has their thumbs removed."

"Your will be done, my Lord."

The villager was stunned.

"But... BUT...! My Lord, PLEASE!"

"Tell your people that I demand a bountiful harvest of food to be delivered to my palace one year from now."

"But how will we use our tools?! How-?"

"That is YOUR problem. Not mine. Kyo, remove this man from my sight."

The wizard bowed and dragged the stunned man out of the palace.

 

[Obi-John-Kenobi]

^ Thanks. I'll have a post up tomorrow cuz I got work tonight. By the way, JB, I'm sending you a friendly little PM.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

^ Thanks. I'll have a post up tomorrow cuz I got work tonight. By the way, JB, I'm sending you a friendly little PM.

Ok.

 

[Obi-John-Kenobi]

First Oni Ryu post up.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Wanted to mention that I only barely touched on Lolth in the first part of the Nine Hells write up on the first page (the Demonweb Pits are a domain on Avernus), and briefly touched on her connection to the Seldarine.
Just figured I'd give you the heads up a bit in case you want to delve a bit in the culture of the dark elves as you have one as a major NPC, Obi.

 

[Obi-John-Kenobi]

Wanted to mention that I only barely touched on Lolth in the first part of the Nine Hells write up on the first page (the Demonweb Pits are a domain on Avernus), and briefly touched on her connection to the Seldarine.
Just figured I'd give you the heads up a bit in case you want to delve a bit in the culture of the dark elves as you have one as a major NPC, Obi.

Thanks for the heads up, man.

Oh! I also wanted to know, is the world more like mid-eivel Earth, Middle Earth, or D&D earth?

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Thanks for the heads up, man.

Oh! I also wanted to know, is the world more like mid-eivel Earth, Middle Earth, or D&D earth?

It's more of a D&D-style fantasy Earth as that's what Ferret and I based the game off of. But it's not really restricted to that, per se.

 

[Obi-John-Kenobi]

It's more of a D&D-style fantasy Earth as that's what Ferret and I based the game off of. But it's not really restricted to that, per se.

So I can add D&D style places like Menzoberranzan, Balder's Gate, The Shadow Dale, etc.?

 

[Johnny Blaze]

So I can add D&D style places like Menzoberranzan, Balder's Gate, The Shadow Dale, etc.?

I'd rather we keep it more original, but there's no rule against adding in fantasy cities. And Camelot's already part of it anyway.

 

[Obi-John-Kenobi]

I'd rather we keep it more original, but there's no rule against adding in fantasy cities. And Camelot's already part of it anyway.

I gotcha.

 

[SuperFerret]

So when can I pick up a second character??

Maybe you should try developing your first before looking for another one.

Not until halfway into the season at the least.

I was actually thinking of keeping this game a single character per player game.

 

[Obi-John-Kenobi]

Maybe you should try developing your first before looking for another one.



I was actually thinking of keeping this game a single character per player game.

Really? Nuts! Cuz I eventually wanted to create a good-guy Oni to fight. Then again, since there're only two bad-guys in the whole damn game, I suppose me and JB could team up and become an ubber-threat.

 

[SuperFerret]

Make that three bad guys. I've decided to let Brottor stay within the realm of my tabletop game and pick up a character that'll be a scourge to all these goodie two-shoes out there.

 

[Green Lantern]

Well where's the ap you conniving scum bucket?

 

[Johnny Blaze]

I was actually thinking of keeping this game a single character per player game.

That's cool with me. Be more in line with a table top game that way.

Still, there will be some hard decisions down the road.

 

[Obi-John-Kenobi]

Make that three bad guys. I've decided to let Brottor stay within the realm of my tabletop game and pick up a character that'll be a scourge to all these goodie two-shoes out there.

Oh good. Perhaps a chaotic evil character?

 

[twylight]

Screen Name: twylight

Character you have created Aithne Ó Ciardubháin

Race/Culture: Irish, Human/Fomorian/unknown

Racial Traits (traits specific to your race; a list can be found in the second post of the OOC thread) (For races not listed, GMs must create traits for that race first before player approval): Human/Fomorian (no special traits except height)

Character Class (Somewhat similar to the classes in the CAH RPG, but with some differences) (Choose One): Mystic


Patron Deity: The Dagda, polytheistic

Magic: Elemental, Water

Speech Color and/or Font (actually say what you're using, i.e. Arial Black; don't go "Like this", or what not): Sea Green

Character Alignment (Good/Evil/Neutral): Good, however empathic towards the unknown.

Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she believes in, how they handle situations): She is young, and very careful about what she does. Always second guessing herself, yet fun and mostly carefree around friends, she’s very shy about meeting new people. Her temper, which her father says she get’s from her mother is apt to flare quickly and can burn quickly or slowly depending on what has angered her.

Origin Info/Details: Named after one of the sixteen women who went with Ladra in Irish Myth, Aithne is a 20 year old Human female, 5’6” in height, pale skin, prone to freckles, dark brown hair with a hint of red highlights.
Her family’s ancient home is in Cathair Saidhbhín, in the kingdom of Munster. Her family’s business is import and export and she lives in relative ease considering. However despite the fact that it is a trading town, it’s relatively small and her father makes constant trips to Waterfyord by way of land. Her elemental powers are taken to be a birthright from her mother given her father’s ancestry. Aithne is one of two women her age within the town to not be married yet and it’s a given that each one is married to her art and they are both in training to become Elders taking over their teachers stead. Active in the community, given her fathers place on the council she often takes on roles that would naturally be given to her mother. She’s often present at birth’s, deaths and other events, she had limited training in her Water skills in Baile na Sceilge when she was younger but was soon brought back home to be taugh.


Attributes (Select one from each category) (some races are greater or weaker than a human in specific categories and will be noted below or in the racial traits section of the OOC thread):

Strength Level: Weak: Lift - 50lbs and below/up, Carry - 25lbs

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Weak: Run - 0ph to 10mph; Reaction: Normal for an Average Human.

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort/Durability: Average: Can maintain Max peak performance of all physical stats for 3 minutes WITHOUT rest - Minor Toxin/Disease Resistance - Required 10 hours of sleep a day, can go 3 days without sleep/food/water under minimal activity before death occurs.

Agility: Average: Minor Dextrous/Athletic Capability; Trained in dancing.

Intelligence: Average: 100IQ and up - average amount of skills requiring intellect - Fair leaps of logic

Fighting Skill: Untrained in physical fighting, Elemental fighting minimal.

Resources: Average resources for her town; globally, none.

Notable Equipment: Nothing unique except for her hair pin, it’s tip formed in the shape of a poppy, and forged of unknown material. Her mother gave it to her upon her sixteenth birthday.

Weaknesses: Slight allergies at the turn of seasons, light headedness around the ferriers shop.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? A Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):

Dervil Ó Ciardubháin – Mother,with delicate features, and pale skin, her hair is strawberry blonde. Often sick she’s quiet and fairly withdrawn. She tends to prefer to weave on her loom than participate in the town. If she has any magical abilities does not use them

Caeoimhin Ó Ciardubháin – Father, a Fomorian descendant, he stands 6’0” in height. Darker skin tone, and light brown hair sprinkled with white he’s about 45 years old. Quiet, gentle and wise, he is the on the council of Cathair Saidhbhín. No magical ability, he is however a skilled archer and has trained Aithne to be a fair shot.

Aeducan Muintir Tlámáin, he is her fathers ‘right-hand-man’ so to speak when it comes to business, he dwells in a small house behind theirs, and is a close friend of the families, Aithne calls him ‘Aad’ in much the same way a person would call someone ‘Uncle’. His skill rests mostly in the sword and spear, yet he only carries his sword when on travel.

Earlene Tuathail – House servant, cook, cleaner and helper to Dervil. She is spunky for her age, which is unknown but her blonde hair is streaked with white and she wears a head covering over it most of the time. Seems to have a smattering of Druid powers when it comes to Herbs.

Various others – Town figures,

Describe using proper English grammar what you think you can bring to the RPG: I can bring a new cultural viewpoint to the RPG, as well as the presence of a woman

How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: I post when needed.

Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards: Indeedy

Sample Post (Minimum Four decent-sized paragraphs containing dialogue):

The cat rubbed against her leg, it’s stark white mark on it’s chest in contrast to the jet black of it’s body. Aithne absently bent over and pet her as she walked through the door. Cait had been around since well before she’d been born, a companion to her father.

“There you are!” Earlene exclaimed as she chopped herbs on the large wooden block. Aithne smiled, breathing in the earthy aroma. “Hmm…goat?” She asked snagging a small cut of garlic and placing it on her tongue. Earlene smiled and nodded, “If only your talent with cooking was as good as your smell.” Aithne rolled her eyes and removed her cloak, hanging it near the inside fire. Aad was in the cook house, a small round hut made of stone, the cooking pit in the middle with a hole in the thatched roofing to allow the smoke to escape through. “How’s mother today?” Aithne asked pulling out plates, she loathed leaving the warmth of the kitchen. The old woman sighed and gathered the herbs up in her hand, placing them in the middle of a cheese cloth the tying it in a small ball.

“She managed to finish that cloth she was working on, tis the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen her do. I think she means to make a blanket out of it.” Aithne nodded, “Perhaps, Gormlaith’s child is due any day now.” Earlene passed by her and paused, she snagged a bit of twig from Aithne’s hair. “You’ve been out with Isleen in the field again.” She said scoldingly. Aithne smiled mischeviously, “She’s young and until she’s sent to Druid Kevyn she has no one to guide her.” She said referring to the young druidling the council had been searching for a teacher for.

“It’s so far away to send a child.” Earlena said in regards to sending Isleen away to a nearby town with an Elder Druid.
“But it must be done.” Aithne turned at the sound of her father’s voice. He ducked under the low doorframe and stood to his full length as he pulled off his cloak. Earlene nodded, “Of course, of course.” She said plopping the cheesecloth bundles into the large cauldron on the fire. Caeoimhin placed his hand on his daughters shoulder. “Go clean yourself, I’ll help with setting for dinner before I go to your mother.” Aithne nodded and slipped down the corridor to her room, grabbing her soap, towel and clean dress she exited outside though the small common room to the back porch. A large strawberry tree grew at the end, within which was the shower, built of four wooden sides and a door, the water pump stood within it. Aithne opened the door, hanging her towel and clothes up on the wooden hook behind it before stripping down, her bare feet on the cobbled stone floor, she pumped the water into the bronze caldron, out of which rose a large hollowed piece of wood, attached to a foot bellow it pushed water through the holes in the top of it, allowing for a shower. Having filled the water she focused on it, bringing it to a warm temperature, while the shower pump was for the ones in the family not adept at water magic she was able to form her own. Forming the water into a column she bent it over her, allowing it to form into a large orb, stepping under it she willed the water to slowly sprinkle down on her, she pulled her hair pin out, setting it on her clothes, and shook her hair out. Leaning her head back she ran her fingers through her hair as the water washed over it. She smiled as the water flowed over her hair and face, enjoying the harmony she received from it.

“Aithne! Aithne!”
Her head shot up, at the sound of Earlene’s voice at the door. The water, carefully formed behind her plummeted into the cauldron with a splash as she grabbed her towel and began to dry off.
“What is it?” She could hear Earlene on the other side gasping for breathe from the run from he kitchen outside. “It’s Mr. Mac Lohran, he’s dying and they’ve sighted Sluagh.” Aithne took a breath, “Earlene, get my cloak.” she pulled her dress on over her head and grabbed her hairpin, twisting her hair up as she ran into the house she slipped her shoes on inside the door and raced to the kitchen, Earlene met her with her cloak. “Your hair!” She exclaimed grabbing one of Aad’s hat’s on the peg and shoving it over her hair. Aithne smiled, catching sight of her mother at the table. Dervil smiled at her daughter, the seemingly ever present glow that seemed to emit from her brightened with her smile. “Be careful Aithne.” She said. “Your father is already on his way over.” Aithne nodded and opened the door, the twilight of the evening casting a hazy red and green glow over the land.
“I will, Dagda willing.”

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Screen Name: twylight

Character you have created Aithne Ó Ciardubháin

Race/Culture: Irish, Human/Fomorian/unknown

Racial Traits (traits specific to your race; a list can be found in the second post of the OOC thread) (For races not listed, GMs must create traits for that race first before player approval): Human/Fomorian (no special traits except height)

Character Class (Somewhat similar to the classes in the CAH RPG, but with some differences) (Choose One): Mystic


Patron Deity: The Dagda, polytheistic

Magic: Elemental, Water

Speech Color and/or Font (actually say what you're using, i.e. Arial Black; don't go "Like this", or what not): Sea Green

Character Alignment (Good/Evil/Neutral): Good, however empathic towards the unknown.

Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she believes in, how they handle situations): She is young, and very careful about what she does. Always second guessing herself, yet fun and mostly carefree around friends, she’s very shy about meeting new people. Her temper, which her father says she get’s from her mother is apt to flare quickly and can burn quickly or slowly depending on what has angered her.

Origin Info/Details: Named after one of the sixteen women who went with Ladra in Irish Myth, Aithne is a 20 year old Human female, 5’6” in height, pale skin, prone to freckles, dark brown hair with a hint of red highlights.
Her family’s ancient home is in Cathair Saidhbhín, in the kingdom of Munster. Her family’s business is import and export and she lives in relative ease considering. However despite the fact that it is a trading town, it’s relatively small and her father makes constant trips to Waterfyord by way of land. Her elemental powers are taken to be a birthright from her mother given her father’s ancestry. Aithne is one of two women her age within the town to not be married yet and it’s a given that each one is married to her art and they are both in training to become Elders taking over their teachers stead. Active in the community, given her fathers place on the council she often takes on roles that would naturally be given to her mother. She’s often present at birth’s, deaths and other events, she had limited training in her Water skills in Baile na Sceilge when she was younger but was soon brought back home to be taugh.


Attributes (Select one from each category) (some races are greater or weaker than a human in specific categories and will be noted below or in the racial traits section of the OOC thread):

Strength Level: Weak: Lift - 50lbs and below/up, Carry - 25lbs

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Weak: Run - 0ph to 10mph; Reaction: Normal for an Average Human.

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort/Durability: Average: Can maintain Max peak performance of all physical stats for 3 minutes WITHOUT rest - Minor Toxin/Disease Resistance - Required 10 hours of sleep a day, can go 3 days without sleep/food/water under minimal activity before death occurs.

Agility: Average: Minor Dextrous/Athletic Capability; Trained in dancing.

Intelligence: Average: 100IQ and up - average amount of skills requiring intellect - Fair leaps of logic

Fighting Skill: Untrained in physical fighting, Elemental fighting minimal.

Resources: Average resources for her town; globally, none.

Notable Equipment: Nothing unique except for her hair pin, it’s tip formed in the shape of a poppy, and forged of unknown material. Her mother gave it to her upon her sixteenth birthday.

Weaknesses: Slight allergies at the turn of seasons, light headedness around the ferriers shop.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? A Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):

Dervil Ó Ciardubháin – Mother,with delicate features, and pale skin, her hair is strawberry blonde. Often sick she’s quiet and fairly withdrawn. She tends to prefer to weave on her loom than participate in the town. If she has any magical abilities does not use them

Caeoimhin Ó Ciardubháin – Father, a Fomorian descendant, he stands 6’0” in height. Darker skin tone, and light brown hair sprinkled with white he’s about 45 years old. Quiet, gentle and wise, he is the on the council of Cathair Saidhbhín. No magical ability, he is however a skilled archer and has trained Aithne to be a fair shot.

Aeducan Muintir Tlámáin, he is her fathers ‘right-hand-man’ so to speak when it comes to business, he dwells in a small house behind theirs, and is a close friend of the families, Aithne calls him ‘Aad’ in much the same way a person would call someone ‘Uncle’. His skill rests mostly in the sword and spear, yet he only carries his sword when on travel.

Earlene Tuathail – House servant, cook, cleaner and helper to Dervil. She is spunky for her age, which is unknown but her blonde hair is streaked with white and she wears a head covering over it most of the time. Seems to have a smattering of Druid powers when it comes to Herbs.

Various others – Town figures,

Describe using proper English grammar what you think you can bring to the RPG: I can bring a new cultural viewpoint to the RPG, as well as the presence of a woman

How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: I post when needed.

Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards: Indeedy

Sample Post (Minimum Four decent-sized paragraphs containing dialogue):

The cat rubbed against her leg, it’s stark white mark on it’s chest in contrast to the jet black of it’s body. Aithne absently bent over and pet her as she walked through the door. Cait had been around since well before she’d been born, a companion to her father.

“There you are!” Earlene exclaimed as she chopped herbs on the large wooden block. Aithne smiled, breathing in the earthy aroma. “Hmm…goat?” She asked snagging a small cut of garlic and placing it on her tongue. Earlene smiled and nodded, “If only your talent with cooking was as good as your smell.” Aithne rolled her eyes and removed her cloak, hanging it near the inside fire. Aad was in the cook house, a small round hut made of stone, the cooking pit in the middle with a hole in the thatched roofing to allow the smoke to escape through. “How’s mother today?” Aithne asked pulling out plates, she loathed leaving the warmth of the kitchen. The old woman sighed and gathered the herbs up in her hand, placing them in the middle of a cheese cloth the tying it in a small ball.

“She managed to finish that cloth she was working on, tis the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen her do. I think she means to make a blanket out of it.” Aithne nodded, “Perhaps, Gormlaith’s child is due any day now.” Earlene passed by her and paused, she snagged a bit of twig from Aithne’s hair. “You’ve been out with Isleen in the field again.” She said scoldingly. Aithne smiled mischeviously, “She’s young and until she’s sent to Druid Kevyn she has no one to guide her.” She said referring to the young druidling the council had been searching for a teacher for.

“It’s so far away to send a child.” Earlena said in regards to sending Isleen away to a nearby town with an Elder Druid.
“But it must be done.” Aithne turned at the sound of her father’s voice. He ducked under the low doorframe and stood to his full length as he pulled off his cloak. Earlene nodded, “Of course, of course.” She said plopping the cheesecloth bundles into the large cauldron on the fire. Caeoimhin placed his hand on his daughters shoulder. “Go clean yourself, I’ll help with setting for dinner before I go to your mother.” Aithne nodded and slipped down the corridor to her room, grabbing her soap, towel and clean dress she exited outside though the small common room to the back porch. A large strawberry tree grew at the end, within which was the shower, built of four wooden sides and a door, the water pump stood within it. Aithne opened the door, hanging her towel and clothes up on the wooden hook behind it before stripping down, her bare feet on the cobbled stone floor, she pumped the water into the bronze caldron, out of which rose a large hollowed piece of wood, attached to a foot bellow it pushed water through the holes in the top of it, allowing for a shower. Having filled the water she focused on it, bringing it to a warm temperature, while the shower pump was for the ones in the family not adept at water magic she was able to form her own. Forming the water into a column she bent it over her, allowing it to form into a large orb, stepping under it she willed the water to slowly sprinkle down on her, she pulled her hair pin out, setting it on her clothes, and shook her hair out. Leaning her head back she ran her fingers through her hair as the water washed over it. She smiled as the water flowed over her hair and face, enjoying the harmony she received from it.

“Aithne! Aithne!”
Her head shot up, at the sound of Earlene’s voice at the door. The water, carefully formed behind her plummeted into the cauldron with a splash as she grabbed her towel and began to dry off.
“What is it?” She could hear Earlene on the other side gasping for breathe from the run from he kitchen outside. “It’s Mr. Mac Lohran, he’s dying and they’ve sighted Sluagh.” Aithne took a breath, “Earlene, get my cloak.” she pulled her dress on over her head and grabbed her hairpin, twisting her hair up as she ran into the house she slipped her shoes on inside the door and raced to the kitchen, Earlene met her with her cloak. “Your hair!” She exclaimed grabbing one of Aad’s hat’s on the peg and shoving it over her hair. Aithne smiled, catching sight of her mother at the table. Dervil smiled at her daughter, the seemingly ever present glow that seemed to emit from her brightened with her smile. “Be careful Aithne.” She said. “Your father is already on his way over.” Aithne nodded and opened the door, the twilight of the evening casting a hazy red and green glow over the land.
“I will, Dagda willing.”

Good to have you a board, Twy.