Description
Age has been kind to this Fela, almost improving rather than marring her
comely looks. The splotches of tan that once covered her have faded to a
lustrous silvery gray, just a few pale shades darker than the rest of her
white fur. Half her face is covered with one of these gray patches, its veil
covering her gold-flecked-green right eye completely. Her other eye is a
wierd, fiery crimson in color, and both of them are lined with dark pigment,
making their already odd colors far more striking. Above these eyes, her
tall and triangular ears seem alert, respinding to the tiniest sounds with a
haughty flick. With every pleasant smile, an abundance of sharp, white teeth
make themselves apparent. And though the color of her fur tells a different
tale, her movements speak of nothing else but youth. She has an elegant
dancer's body with subtle musculature and poise, lined sharply and curved
softly in all the right places. Slender arms and legs taper down to paws
tipped with dangerous little claws, painted red, a color similar to that of
her eye, and the deep crimson of the spiraled mark on the back of her right
paw, and also to the ribbon she wears tied around her tail. As her tail
flicks deviously about, the ruby encrusted wedding tail ring she wears upon
it catches the light.
Role
Flame Flummoxed
Added Tue Jun 2 13:58:42 2009 at level 51:
My Lady's feeling a lot better these days, and I'm so glad. She's gone
through a whole lot, getting linked to tortured Dwarf gods and all. Me and
Derieag helped a good bit with the whole scenario, in spite of constantly
having our search for answers thwarted by secretive Villagers. The outcome?
Thror's out of harm's way and so's Iunna, but their link remains. I think
it's changed for the better, though. Me and Zalenne helped the Lady get
to old Hammersong's forge where he was all holed up and in pain and, well,
when they touched, something really strange happened with them and their
flames and all of a sudden Iunna was healed! Now they're wearing each
other's holy marks. I guess it's what the Fire wanted all along. Iunna's
said a bunch that Navigators do their weaving out of a need, even if the
need's not what they think or something they can even grasp.
I'm not sure what's going to happen with her and Lord Thror next, but it's
sure a relief to see Lady Iunna feeling like herself again.
A Widow's Opinion on the Matter
Added Tue Jun 2 13:58:21 2009 at level 51:
Iktul died. I'm not real sure the reality of that fact has caught up with
my emotions yet. He'd been spending more and more time out on "business,"
leaving me mostly alone, so I concentrated on Iunna. He drank that potion,
and fell to it, but not for good. He was more or less asked to leave his
spot as Provost. And then he just stayed away. I don't want to whine, but
the time I needed him the most in my life, when my goddess was hurt and my
doubts were consuming me... He was off, away on "business." All I needed
was him to hold me at night. And he wasn't there. And the next thing I
know, I'm coming home and two of the special guard are waiting there for
me, waiting to tell me he died. Alone.
I'm not sure I have words for it. There's someone inside that I bury every
day and she just screams and screams his name, and she's so cold and so sad
and there's not a thing in the world that could heal her. And I act callous
and unconcerned, but I dream about him when I sleep. I dream everything
about him, the hard times and those moments of joy. I dream about the love
we made--and damn it I miss it in my waking hours. All I have left is dream
and memory, but those are ghosts. They could never be *him*.
I understand now, you know, how Lady Iunna feels.
Fear and Love and In Between
Added Wed Apr 29 14:12:43 2009 at level 51:
I've only ever been really, really afraid once before, and that was when
I was fourteen and a band of bounty hunters were tearing through the caravan
I used to call home and lopping the heads off my friends and family. Back
then I thought, this is the end and I've got nothing left. But it wasn't,
and here I am still.
I'm afraid again. I'm afraid for Iunna. I'm afraid for Iktul. I'm afraid
of what's going to happen to them and to me.
Iunna's always taken it real hard when her kids pass on. I saw how she was
after Hayim and Grawshen died. She just wasn't herself at all for a while,
but now that Goroel's gone, it's even worse. I've tried to help her cheer
up. I feel like kind of an idiot telling her all this stuff I know she
already knows, but she just doesn't wanna tell him goodbye, and I don't know
what else to do but be there for her. I think Haidoril's pretty pissed at
her for clinging to her sorrow like she is. I can't be. I think she's mad
enough at herself for falling for Goroel in the first place. Just 'cause
she's a goddess doesn't mean she feels anything any less than mortals do. I
just hope she comes around. She's got to, she's just got to.
And Iktul, oh Iktul. We're married now. Who'd have thought I'd be Mrs.
Slink? He's old, so old. So am I. His whole life he's been plotting not
to die, and now he has the chance, but it will probably kill him anyway.
Enlilth brought me his potion, I don't know why. Maybe for a laugh? Maybe
he thought he'd get kicks out of making it be up to me whether Iktul has his
chance or not? I don't care. It's out of my paws now anyway. I've heard
my whole life that I won't keep Iktul from what he wants. I don't *want* to
keep him from what he wants, so I gave it to him. He hasn't drunk of it yet,
but I think his lust for immortality will get the better of him soon. I am
really, really not prepared for any of what could follow.
I love them both and I feel like they're trying to slip away. I know I have
to try and be strong even if fear is eating me up inside.
Taking Out The Crazies, One Nut At A Time
Added Sun Apr 19 15:07:52 2009 at level 51:
The moon must be stuck on full because lately, I've been getting more
crazy people or situations falling into my lap than I'm prepared to
cope with. Most of them are harmless, I guess, and the one that's
bothered me the most, I really should have been prepared for.
I used to want to help Sally, but she just kept at it, throwing barbs
my way, even when I was being nice to her. I finally lost my cool and
said some pretty mean stuff to her. I'd hoped she would be able to
take it in stride, but I must've forgot for a moment that's she's a
crazy person. She lost her cool too and tried her damnedest to kill
me, in the middle of the guild and right in front of Iktul. Then she
offed herself. And even though I knew she was nuts, I can't help but
think it was pretty much my fault.
At least it's only the second time my big mouth has been the source of
a pickle. The first, well, I lost my cool with Iktul and more or less
told him to take a hike out of my life. And in spite of my righteous
indignation, it hurt a whole lot. I realized I was in love with the
bastard, and not long after, I found out he was in love with me, too.
So, I guess in spite of the hurt he dishes out sometimes, I didn't
want to abandon the effort and leave him. And I'm real glad he wasn't
too prideful to take me back. There you go. Love is frustrating and
complicated and I'm not even sure it actually makes sense any of the
time, but I know I prefer that to its absence. It challenges me, and
I like that. Not everything in life puts up as good a fight, that's
for sure.
I'm Doing Real Good, Thank You Very Much
Added Tue Feb 17 22:29:17 2009 at level 44:
Iunna put her mark on my paw. It was just when I was starting to doubt
myself a little. But then we had this whole long conversation about
how life is, about how it's this long and intricate bit of poetry, and
that I don't have to try so desperately to capture it through written
poetry 'cause I'm supposed to be LIVING it, come what may, not taking
my seat at the back of the audience. Life's up there on the stage,
twirling and leaping and being eloquent and sure of itself.
So it feels good to be one of her marked kids is what I'm saying. I'm
not really one of those preachy types, but I believe in something, and
it's a lot more subtle, I guess, than the wars some of her other kids
like Haidoril and Grawshen fight for, but no one can take it from me.
Speaking of wars, a while back, Iktul wrote me something that reads an
awful lot like a love poem. I might just be winning this one. Iunna
said it was sappy, and she asked me what I'm going to do next. It's
not as if wedding bells are ringing in the future. Don't think either
me or him are the marrying sort. But, well, there's that.
A Dip in Dance, A Whorl of Words
Added Mon Feb 2 20:17:12 2009 at level 42:
People will surprise you, turns out, and not always in a way you'll like.
I've been having a...thing...a romance, I guess, with Iktul. Having a
thing with a man like him is sometimes frustrating. I told Lady Iunna
it was like running head first into a brick wall at high speed. The
running part's real fun, but the hitting the wall with your head part
hurts like hell. I'm real reluctant to ever use the word love with
regard to him 'cause I'm pretty sure that's not what we got. I care a
lot for him, and he says he cares for me, but he doesn't trust a soul,
and without trust, there's no love. So, I guess, as much as he's watch-
ing his back with me around, I'm watching mine.
Even knowing all this, even with the disagreements he and I have had,
I can't help but WANT him, can't help but want to tear down the barriers
he's got up that're keeping him from my heart.
And then there's Salazia. Sally's flipping insane. And she wants him
too. I guess I'm sort of grateful for her and her calling Iktul's
devotion (best name I've got for it) to me into question. He'll have
anything he wants, but he wants me, and I'm plenty. As for Sally, well,
apparently I've wrecked her whole life, maybe by doing nothing more than
getting here first. I DID say she was insane. Then again, I'd probably
be insane too, if I'd lived her life.
I've got an entirely different perspective, one that includes hope and
capacity for joy. Lady Iunna was telling me that if I'm feeling lost
and bored, then I need to spark things up a bit. I guess maybe Sally's
helped with that a little 'cause rather than remain indifferent and
cold about her nutjobbery and attempts to steal my man, I want to help
her. The problem with her is I don't think she wants to help herself,
and you can't force the repair of a soul on anybody.
What does that mean to me anyway? I'm not here to go around counseling
everybody in Thera who's sad, but what if I can do something? What if
I can communicate something somebody can relate to through dance or
verse--or the more-often-deserved cussing out? People all work differ-
ently, but I don't learn--and I'm assuming they don't either--without
something challenging me. Even Iktul knows I'm more than just a pretty
face.
Is It All Out Of Or In Control?
Added Fri Jan 9 13:21:28 2009 at level 23:
Found myself a couple new homes. I'm trying to exploit all my talents at
once. Some folks might think having half my caravan beheaded would make
me reluctant to start stealing things for a living, but I'm hard-headed.
I joined the Galadon Thieves guild, thanks to the Kingpin Iktul. He paid
all of my dues. The guy's really big on recruiting folks to the guild.
Sadly, due to some kind of crazy conversation he had with Celenai, which
probably had a whole bushel of misunderstanding in it, he's not too happy
with her, which sort of makes him somewhat unhappy with the Heralds by
proxy. I don't know what their beef with each other is honestly.
That brings me to my next point, the home I was looking for all along. I
joined the Heralds, very nearly by accident. I wasn't the first bit
prepared for an interview but fellow Galadon thief and Herald Braem told
Celenai I was pondering the option and he dragged me to the Inn. Suddenly
I was getting an interview, and just as suddenly I was a Herald. In spite
of this, I'm settling in nicely. I've got a reason to doodle out some
choreography now, and I'm enjoying being able to feel like I can express
myself again. I've started work on a new poem, about this dream I keep
having. I'm thinking about going and showing it to Lady Iunna.
I talked to her for a long while the other day. I'd gone wandering kind
of a long time ago and came upon this group of folks who had parked their
caravans sort of southeast of Seantryn Modan. Everything about the place
made me feel so strangely at home, but I could sort of just tell it wasn't
quite the same. I saw this lady do a dance in the fire and I read all
these books. I went into Iunna's holy place and read all her books too.
I'm not sure I really understand all the stuff about the Jhaana al Fiern,
but I really like Iunna, and I told her I want to be one of her religious
folk. I guess maybe she just wants to keep her eye on me because she
didn't ask me to do anything aside from what I already am.
Even though I'm starting to feel at home again, I know I've still got
growing to do somehow. Things don't just fall into place this easily,
I know. Sometimes you've got to whirl with life a little bit to get it
where it ought to be going.
Given Certain Circumstances You Can Never Go Home
Added Fri Jan 2 14:21:15 2009 at level 1:
The shouting and screams of pain stopped around midnight, but I hid in
a tree and didn't come back to the camp until dawn. There were a few
other dazed and weeping survivors and they were building a fire to burn
our headless dead. I watched as Phreemour's father dragged Phreemour
to the pyre. He gave me the dirtiest look in the world when he saw me.
I went to my wagon. My Ma and Pa had been wanted for robberies for a
long time, so in a way, I was prepared for what I found, but not really.
I was sorta glad I'd been a weird litter. I wouldn't know how to handle
my distress if I had to comfort siblings too. I took one of the ribbons
off Ma's dress and tied Phreemour's ring around my tail, then I started
dragging my headless parents to the funeral pyre. I don't even wanna
talk about this.
Fire, cleanse the blood today
Take the fallen all away
Take them to the resting place
Take them in your warm embrace
Give your warmth to those remaining
Help them as their strength is waning
I never finished that poem. I just watched the fire die down and then
I ran to the city. I lost myself in the hustle and bustle of Galadon,
and I sort of found a home with the thieves, but I know there's got to
be something more...more me.
Phreemour was in love with me 'cause I could dance, and back then I
liked to. I wanna find the place I can dance for joy again. And if
the full moon says I'm supposed to be a poetess, I wanna find somewhere
my poems don't have to be about dark memories.
We'd Sail if We Could, but We're Cats So We Won't
Added Fri Jan 2 14:20:13 2009 at level 1:
I dunno where I'm from. My family's just sorta always existed and that's
been plenty good for me. We've sorta always existed with a whole bunch
of other folks, mostly Felar, but some weren't. A lot of folk would call
us gypsies, and so would I. We were good, some of us, and a lot of the
rest of us liked to misbehave. We'd play music and write songs and when
we weren't doing that, we'd act like brigands and rob the daylights out of
any poor sap who got close enough...but I'm getting ahead of myself. I
should start at the beginning.
I was born by firelight under the full moon. There wasn't any litter,
there was just me, and that's really weird. Pa used to tell me that an
ember from the fire bounced off and smacked me in the eye while I was
being born and that's why my eye is red. I think that sounds like a load
of horseshit--lots of Felar have different colored eyes. I think it's
just leftover magic from way back when we were slaves. Anyway, I was born
under the full moon, so everybody in the caravan expected me to be some
kind of indescribably amazing poetess. I guess I'm okay at it.
Those were good days. I was with my folks and my friends, and I didn't
have a care or concern outside of Phreemour. Phreemour was plotting with
my parents to arrange a marriage. Him and me. Except I didn't like him,
and he loved me more than anyone in the whole wide world. He gave me
a ring. And then... and then...
Let me start again. Our brigandry and thievery and overall shenanigans
finally caught up with us. A lot of the caravan folks had prices on
their heads. These prices were apparently so nice and plentiful among
us that a band of bounty hunters, folks who usually work alone, came
to where we were camped to roll some heads around.
Phreemour was busy professing his undying love and giving me a ring
when they came. I was just about to tell him no when he flicked out
his claws and hissed at somebody behind me. I didn't have time to think
and barely had time to move. Phreemour leapt over me and I felt hot
blood hit my back. I sprang up and ran when I heard him hit the ground.
PK Wins
Jan 9, 2009 |Lv 24|Arkham|Anarthyst vs 2: Fyeereth (0%), Kobicar (100%, KB)
Jan 15, 2009|Lv 36|South Sutherspring Road|Zhiral vs 2: Fyeereth (53%,KB), Iktul (46%)
Jan 26, 2009|Lv 38|Lost in the Mists|Nurbin vs 3: Fyeereth (11%), Vorata (11%), Malthalia (76%, KB)
Jan 31, 2009|Lv 41|Mount Kiadana-Rah|Pantral vs 2: Kamn (49%), Fyeereth (50%, KB)
Feb 10, 2009|Lv 43|The Inn of the Eternal Star|Whood vs 1: Fyeereth (100%,KB)
Feb 11, 2009|Lv 43|Galadon|Grawshen vs 3: Fyeereth (0%), Lenfelin (85%, KB), Nidblot (14%)
Mar 16, 2009|Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Salazia vs 2: Iktul (82%,KB), Fyeereth (17%)
PK Deaths
Jan 16, 2009|Lv 36|The Eastern Road|vs 1: Zikat (100%,KB)
Jan 19, 2009|Lv 36|The North Road|vs 1: Zikat (0%,KB) *Assassinated*
Mar 5, 2009 |Lv 46|The Inn of the Eternal Star|vs 1: Whood (100%,KB)
Mar 10, 2009|Lv 49|Mount Calandaryl|vs 1: Mizheng (100%,KB)
Apr 26, 2009|Lv 51|Hamsah Mu'tazz|vs 1: Iber (100%,KB)
May 23, 2009|Lv 51|Dragon Tower Ruins|vs 1: Thror (100%,KB)
Jun 18, 2009|Lv 51|Khardrath's Planar Sanctum|vs 1: Slentren (100%,KB)