Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=71895&page=56#555 Author: IvyCat Time Posted: 4/7/2019 at 4:05 AM You found a stick. When you poked them, the leaves curled up and a yellow fume came out of the flowers as they closed up.

She looked around for her friend her eyes wide with excitement.

PICTURE: (The old picture is broken and I can't find another picture that works. So I am going to draw my own and ping you when It's done.)

NAME: Bathilda (Properly pronounced 'Ba-til-da, but I prefer 'Ba-thil-da')

PERSONALITY: Has a bit of a split personality. When a situation comes she can choose to either be introvert or extrovert, although she leans towards using whatever personality she uses most often.
No matter what personality she uses though, she is always extremely loyal to those she trusts, loves adventure, and loves nature. She is a good athlete due to her many hours running, climbing and swimming through the forests and rivers.

She/16

BIRTH ZODIAC: Cancer

HYBRID: Night fury

VILLAGE: Hericon
Animal companion: Is a wolf small enough? If not I would like a peregrine falcon please.

PROFESSION: Assassin

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=71895&page=57#564 Author: IvyCat Time Posted: 4/22/2019 at 6:08 AM The guy shrugged, "I ain't 'ere to cause any trouble. I'll give you 275 for the bow. No higher." he bargained, "Guy could sell for quite a lot. I'll offer 300 for 'im. Maybe that'll change your mind. He'll do what his owner what 'im too like a good pet" Cherub went and hid behind you, fur bristling.

"You can have the bow, but Cherub isn't for sale, and he won't ever be. Sorry if something I did gave you that impression, but I'd appreciate you dropping the subject, you're making him uncomfortable."

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=71895&page=57#562 Author: IvyCat Time Posted: 4/22/2019 at 3:06 AM "A library.." Ainia repeated, gazing off into the distance as she thought about it, "Reading. Oh, I know what that is! It's all in runic, right? Mother taught me that so I can read it!" Naois has decided to take the lead at this point, one of the orbs appearing beside him.

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I follow Naois and fiddle with the ring my father gave me.

You hit him hard and he crumbled to the floor with a gasp, a look of shock on his face as he passed out. He had a dagger in his hands, which he (un)luckily didn't land on.

I hurriedly search him for any other weapons or things of importance.

Your siblings, surprisingly, had no other ideas. Soon the six of you headed out, the walk maybe taking around half an hour (without the boys complaining, which was a miracle in itself) and soon you reached a wide, open lake. Nearby a herd of some kelpies were splashing around on one of the shores, not bothering anyone with their frolicking.