Thyri's humble little shack out back

[Annisthyrienne]

Character favorites: Annisthyrienne

Name: Annisthyrienne (Ahn- is- teery- ain) She goes by Thyri (Teery) for short.
Race: Half-Elven but she was raised among Elves and so considers herself to be Elvish with human blood, rather than the other way around.
Gender: Female
Profession: Healer
Level: 9th
Alignment: Good

Height: 5'-2"
Weight: 103 lbs.
Eye color: Violet
Hair Color: Auburn, usually worn loose to mid back, or in single or double braids
Age: 65 human years, but appears to be around 22 in biological maturity.

Strength: 11
Speed: 12
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 15
Intelligence: 12
Will: 14
Charisma: 16
Perception: 15
Appearance: 19
Luck: 13 (I know, right!)

Weapon proficiencies: While Thyri prefers never to cause injury to others as a Healer, she was taught the basic skill of handling certain weapons purely to be able to defend herself. Among these are: Short sword, Dagger, and Short bow. Like all elves, she is skilled in archery, though she pursues it as a sport, not so much as a combat skill. Still, if she has to use it as such, she can be formidable.

Personality traits: Optimistic, loyal, playful, mischievous, positive, loving, merciful, kind.

Special Abilities: One of the most basic of her special abilities is an Empathy sense that allows her to 'feel' what her patients feel, both physically and emotionally. This allows her to excel as a healer, and allows her to be understanding of the feelings that motivate those she deals with.

Thyri's healing abilities have grown to be legendary. Many of the simple villagers in her home kingdom now even whisper rumors that she is a goddess, though she vigorously denies this. In part, the reason for her unually powerful abilities is because her mother (Also a renowned healer) died when Thyri was barely at novice apprentice level in her healing skills.
From then on, Thyri was on her own to learn to use her abilities. Instead of learning to draw on the mystical energy of mana to perform her healing, she instead draws on her own life force to accomplish the same effects. This has the result of leaving her exhausted and forcing her to rest in a near coma-like state after exerting herself with very high level healing abilities.

She devoted herself to the Goddess of Fertility, whose physical avatar was born to Thyri's best friend and sometimes lover, the shape-shifter woman, Tetyanna. Thyri pledged herself as a devoted follower and servant of Maia even when she was a baby. In return, Maia blessed Thyri with special abilities to address fertility/virility issues in males and females. She was granted the power from her Goddess to instill pregnancy even in barren women without the seed of a male. It was yet another reason the simple villagers saw her as a divine miracle worker, and spread the rumors that she was really a goddess.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Character favorites: Allytherian

Name: Allytherian. Most just call her Ally.
Race: Half-Elven. She claims to have been raised by elves, though most elvish communities are known to reject those with 'impure blood', banishing such individuals from the moment of their birth. She thinks of herself as elvish.
Gender: Female
Profession: Healer
Level: 4th
Alignment: Good

Height: 5'-2"
Weight: 103 lbs.
Eye color: Indigo
Hair Color: Blond, usually worn loose to mid back, or in single or double braids
Age: 65 human years, but appears to be around 22 in biological maturity.

Strength: 11
Speed: 12
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 12
Will: 16
Charisma: 16
Perception: 15
Appearance: 14
Luck: 13

Weapon proficiencies: As a healer, Ally prefers never to cause injury to others, but she was taught the basic skill of handling certain weapons purely to be able to defend herself. Among these are: quarterstaff, dagger, and short bow. Like all elves, she is skilled in archery, though she pursues it as a sport, not so much as a combat skill. Still, if she has to use it as such, she can be formidable.

Special Abilities: One of the most basic of her special abilities is an Empathy sense that allows her to 'feel' what her patients feel, both physically and emotionally. This allows her to excel as a healer, and allows her to be understanding of the feelings that motivate those she deals with. It has one drawback: she tends to have difficulty separating what others feel for her as their feelings rather than her own. This has often led to misunderstandings when someone develops a crush on her, or attraction to her. She tends to mistake it for her feelings towards them, rather than knowing it is their feelings for her.

Personality traits: Generous, loyal, playful, mischievous, hedonistic, loving, merciful, kind.

Ally is constantly broke financially, due to giving far too much of her resources away to those in need. Yet somehow, someone always seems to be there to take care of her basic expenses too. About the only thing she manages to remember to spend her money on before it's all gone are what few herbs she needs for her healing skills that she cannot find growing wild. Typically her clothing is less than expected from a healer; decent, but not in the best repair due to her never having the money needed to buy better things.

Still, she is always among the first to give or help any in need. Her companions tend to overlook her seemingly eternally destitute status since she is always right there offering to soothe their pain, or heal their wounds. She could easily be considered a burden on the group if not for this trait. Her combat skills are just enough to keep danger at bay long enough for a more experienced and aggressive fighter to step in. Some suspect she could be more formidable than she is, if she would just apply herself. The truth that she keeps to herself is that her Empathy sense makes her at least partially aware of the pain she would be causing her opponents, and it holds her back from being as aggressive as she would need to be. Sometimes it gets exasperating for the fighters in the group that they always seem to have to save the healer's ass. But they usually forget their frustration as soon as her soothing gentle touch eases away their aches and pains after the fight.

Ally lives without care, loves unconditionally (both genders), and gives until it hurts. (literally) Because the power to accomplish her mystical healing abilities is drawn directly from her own life force, the more difficult feats of healing tend to drain her. She often needs to sleep or at least rest after using her more advanced healing abilities. If she isn't stopped, she has been known to keep trying to help until she collapses from exhaustion right over her patient.

Ally doesn't talk about her past much, and it is something of a topic of conjecture for some. Rumors abound, especially when some total stranger claims to recognize her, even in a place she claims she's never been before. One such incident led to some raised eyebrows when an innkeeper fainted when he first saw her enter his establishment. He later came to apologize, and surprised everyone in earshot when he knelt and referred to her as 'Your Highness'. Of course she quickly bade him to rise and tried to pass it off as a case of mistaken identity, but the tell tale blush detected on her face by those near enough to see left many questions unanswered.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Character favorites: Brennisen

Name: Brennisen
Race: Elvish
Gender: Female
Age: 103 human years (Approx 19 years physical maturity)
Profession: Ranger
Alignment: Neutral Good
Level: 3

Height: 5'-8"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde, long straight, loose.

Strength: 16
Speed: 12
Dexterity: 15
Constitution: 15
Intelligence: 12
Will: 12
Charisma: 15
Perception: 16
Appearance: 16
Luck: 16

Weapon Proficiencies: Scimitar/sabre, Short bow, Sling, Long Knife.

Special abilities: Infravision, Nightvision. Brennisen has one special magical item; an amulet of Mars, the god of war. It allows her + 2 to hit and doubles her current number of attacks per round in melee combat. Since she is low levels now, her current number of attacks is one. Doubled would be two.

Skills: Read Tracks, Tracking, Set-Disarm-Detect snares, Woodcraft, Stalking, Hunting, Camouflage/Ambush, Scouting, Archery I and II, Swimming, Riding.

Personality Traits: Enthusiastic, Loyal, Driven

Brennisen was a miller's daughter whose father and uncle were captured and tortured by dark elves while out hunting. Her father was killed, but her uncle escaped, barely making it back. He was permanently maimed. The human Ranger, Keira, who rescued them and brought her uncle home safely was the personal bodyguard and agent of Annisthyrienne, the Goddess-Princess of Randalee. This brought on an earnest case of hero worship on the part of the young elf girl.

With her father dead and her uncle maimed, her mother had no choice but to arrange to sell the mill. She knew it wouldn't bring enough to keep them for long, so she made it clear to Brennisen that she must either find someone to apprentice her, or get herself married off. For Brennisen, there was no question: she wanted to learn to be like her heroine, the Princess' agent, Keira.

One day, during the princess' community charity work, Brennisen stalked Keira through the crowd, hoping to get a better look at her heroine. Keira, always alert for signs of possible danger to her princess, mistook the young elf girl's interest as a threat and worked her way around the crowd to corner the young elf. After clearing up the misunderstanding, Keira was impressed with the enthusiasm shown by the girl, and agreed to take her on as her apprentice.

Brennisen proved to be an eager and dedicated student, learning the skills of a Ranger very quickly. While still an apprentice, she was chosen to accompany the Princess' retinue on a long voyage to recruit new fighters for the army of Randalee. During the journey, the party came across a young dark elf woman on the run from a forced marriage in her homeland, and Brennisen was assigned to guard her.

Guard is a loose description; babysit might be more appropriate. The dark elf refugee girl was assigned to share Brennisen's tent and remain under her constant supervision. In such close proximity, the two girls could not help but learn a great deal about each other, and to Brennisen's surprise, they really weren't that different in their hopes and dreams. They soon became friends and more, eventually developing an attraction that surpassed their racial differences. They determined to pursue their relationship despite the prejudice they would be sure to face from both of their people. It meant giving up their homelands to be together, but their love for each other surpassed the difficulties they would face.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Character favorites: Bronwyn

Name: Bronwyn
Appearance:

Cinnamon colored hair, straight, collar length, turquoise blue-green eyes. Often seems to be smiling about some secret amusement known only to her.

Class/profession: Ranger
Race: Half-Elf
Race description: Slender build, lithe, about 5’3”.
Age: 70years (26 human equivalent.)

Equipment: Pack mule named ‘Fortune’, Light riding horse named ‘Glory’, packs with supplies, 2 person tent, bedroll, extra blanket, water-skins, rope, spare set of clothes and boots, falchion, short bow, 20 arrows and quiver, heavy Ranger(bowie) knife, leather armor, heavy cowled cloak, soft calf high leather boot moccasins.

Skills: Tracking, wilderness survival, archery, climbing, hunting/trapping/fishing, swimming, literate in Elvish/Sylvan languages.

Powers: Limited night/infra vision, some animal empathy, able to read tracks and signs like a CSI, almost psychometric in ability, but it’s all observation and assumption.

Other: Devoted follower of Artemis/Diana, Goddess of the Hunt.

Personality: Soft spoken and easy going, but seriously devoted to her goddess, Bronwyn is loyal, slow to anger, preferring to have all the facts and weigh the matter carefully before deciding. She doesn't say much, but makes it count when she does. She's direct and sometimes brutally candid. She has the unusual mannerism of buying cinnamon sticks to chew on as she rides or when she is in deep thought.

History: Born the only child of a mixed race couple, Bronwyn lived most of her life with Elves, but when racial tensions flared over a border skirmish, she had to leave to avoid trouble. She had been trained as a Warden of the Forest to patrol elven lands and serve as a custodian of the wildlife. Since leaving her homeland, she has wandered far, searching for a place where she can find true acceptance, but humans see her elvish side, and elves see her human features, so no peace can she find. She travels in the wilds in search of fortune and adventure, but as always, she hopes to find companions who will accept her as a peer and a friend.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Last Saturday at the range.

Not bad.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Not bad.

Braggart.

I also can't help but stare at your ass.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Braggart.

I also can't help but stare at your ass.

That's what it's there for, baby! And if you've got it, flaunt it!


Ass and mad gun skills!

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Beauty, brains, a great ass, and a damn good shot. You got it all in one basket

Not sure what is more dangerous though. Your aim, or that ass

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Beauty, brains, a great ass, and a damn good shot. You got it all in one basket

Not sure what is more dangerous though. Your aim, or that ass

I'll say this-I'm making sure she sets her weapons down before I start chasing after the ass. Just in case she decides to take offense at my attention. He grins playfully.

Though, the things I'd like to do to that ass.... He smirks...something to add to another thread later.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

I'll say this-I'm making sure she sets her weapons down before I start chasing after the ass. Just in case she decides to take offense at my attention. He grins playfully.

Though, the things I'd like to do to that ass.... He smirks...something to add to another thread later.

Beautiful women never put all of their weapons down. Some of them are just more subtle than others.

-Chuckles softly-

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Beauty, brains, a great ass, and a damn good shot. You got it all in one basket

Not sure what is more dangerous though. Your aim, or that ass

I guess I'd better be careful where I aim that ass.




Oh that REALLY didn't come out the way it sounded in my head!

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

I guess I'd better be careful where I aim that ass.




Oh that REALLY didn't come out the way it sounded in my head!

-Chuckles wickedly-

Perhaps not, however I think the message came out loud and clear.

We certainly are in need of more assault with a deadly weapon.

Yeah... I went there.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

-Chuckles wickedly-

Perhaps not, however I think the message came out loud and clear.

We certainly are in need of more assault with a deadly weapon.

Yeah... I went there.

Well, to be fair, this IS the humble Little Shack. It seems to be a frequent topic of conversation around here.



Also, a disclaimer, that is not my real ass. I stole that from Veroe's VI thread. Although, it's close to the right shape, as anyone could tell if they know where to look.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Well, to be fair, this IS the humble Little Shack. It seems to be a frequent topic of conversation around here.



Also, a disclaimer, that is not my real ass. I stole that from Veroe's VI thread. Although, it's close to the right shape, as anyone could tell if they know where to look.

-Chuckles softly- It does give new meaning to "heart shaped box"

and I know exactly what you are referring too... I may have looked a time or six myself.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Places to find me.

Where Elvish Blood Sings

My humble little shack out back​

 

[Fish_Tales]

Where Elvish Blood Sings

My humble little shack out back​

Phew!!!!

*puts down phone and ends call to private investigator*

 

[Cheska]

Phew!!!!

*puts down phone and ends call to private investigator*

Silly Fish, just follow the Hypnobooty.

 

[dragonrazor]

*finds himself thinking of Faye Valentine*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

People special to me.

The Ladies:

Sasha: My Angel, my Little One, My Babygirl. No one here has been more compatible, more understanding, and more of a blessing to me. Though she doesn't frequent Lit much anymore, I'd miss her so terribly if I couldn't have her in chat. Meeting her through Lit is the best thing that happened to me here.

Luna: She calls me her Blessing, but I'm the one who's blessed to know her. She's the strongest woman I know of, just for all that she endures, and still carries on. Sometimes the toughest thing on earth is to survive, that's all, just survive. She inspires me.

Plexi: I just decided I had to meet Plexi one day. I didn't know her from Eve, and I am shy around new people. I didn't know her, but I decided, 'Hell with it, I'm gonna meet her and get to know her.' So I cannon-balled naked in her pool and the rest is history. I'm glad I did. Through her, I got to know my sisters, Cheska, Britwitch, and Aggie. Not a bad outcome of taking the plunge to overcome shyness.

Britwitch: I should call this sweet woman my voice, since she gave me one when I have none. Her sexy accent made my words come alive. I'm glad to call her a sister.

Cheska: My little halfling cuddle buddy, I knew when I met her that we were gonna be friends. We both have that old school gaming history behind us. And we both brought our favorite characters to Lit as our online personae. We just speak the same language. I'll call her my sister always, and spoon her cold little bottom warm whenever she snuggles in bed with me.

Yeishia: My friend. My first female friend I made here, and still so sweet. What more can be said than those two special words: 'my friend'. She gave me comfort and understanding when I really needed it, lost in despair over memories of my baby and my husband. She didn't even know me then, but she cared about me. I'll never forget that.

Niriate: My Guardian. This beautiful woman has offered her support and encouragement to me without really knowing much about me. It takes a special kind of person to care about a stranger like that. It is appropriate that she is wolven-kind; she has the very best qualities of those beautiful animals.

Palemoon: I love our philosophical conversations, a rare treat that I don't get to have with just anyone. And she sends me a cheerful 'good morning' every day. It always makes me smile.

Special Ladies who make Lit enjoyable for me: Vail, Nina, Caitydid,

And few I'd like to know better: Cherry, Mephistophelilly,

Lost friends but not forgotten: Drunken Angel, Illianacole, Kitten Dancer, Choklatekoneko

The Guys:

NoonShadow: The most charming rascal I know. I don't know exactly what special something he has that gets to me so much, but he has it in spades. And just when he seems at his most roguish, he shows me his secret sweet side that makes me melt for him.

Chronicle Tenko: My newest boyfriend, always sweet, charming, and caring for me. There is nothing better than cuddling up with him for a night of chatting and snuggling, unless it could be the way he makes me feel. Rei Rei is a lucky woman.

Fr33kS33k: Always a kind-hearted understanding friend to me, and one of the first to offer me comfort when I need it. Fr33k is a gem with cute dimples and a voice to melt the panties right off a girl.

Gladiator: My very first friend here on Lit, and still special to me. He got me started writing here, so blame him. Or give him the credit, whichever you'd rather. I miss him.

The gentlemen of Lit that make it worthwhile for me: Fish, FirmHanded Daddy, Veroe, Lost Rider, Jack80, Logan, Apollion.

 

[Fish_Tales]

Silly Fish, just follow the Hypnobooty.

Hi small one - haven't seen you for a while either. Hope you're well?

hehehe - thanks. I'm always hypnotised when the little Miss Elf is around - that's why I don't say much

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Hi small one - haven't seen you for a while either. Hope you're well?

hehehe - thanks. I'm always hypnotised when the little Miss Elf is around - that's why I don't say much

Hi Fish! Sorry I missed your chat. Other side of the world and sleeping hours, and all that jazz. How you doin' baby!

 

[Fish_Tales]

Hi Fish! Sorry I missed your chat. Other side of the world and sleeping hours, and all that jazz. How you doin' baby!

Yeah - time difference is a killer...

Doing ok. Thought of you.....no....not like that The story...

Looks like you're doing some organising in the outhouse!

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Yeah - time difference is a killer...

Doing ok. Thought of you.....no....not like that The story...

Looks like you're doing some organising in the outhouse!

Yes, a little housekeeping so I don't drag down people's browsers with my sig every time I post.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*finds himself thinking of Faye Valentine*

As much gun girl fantasy I provide and you still think of a cartoon character! Humph!