Emplacement - Citadelle Elibstan Dungeon
Santé - Empoisonnement au fer; déshydraté; mort
Inventaire - x x x 
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Ses chaînes de fer ont été enlevées avec une facilité ironique, le métal venimeux éclaboussant inutilement à la pierre de galets et le réflexe de demander son pli en arrière des chaînes offensantes, et elle était entièrement reconnaissante à la bête malgré tous ses bluster et soufflet. Son baryton était un timbre profond qui a tiré à travers ses os quand il a commandé qu'elle tombe derrière lui, mais Kylmi n'était pas sur le point de se plaindre du bouclier littéral qu'il fournirait dans l'assaut. Le fer qui festait dans son sang brûlait et bouillait avec chaque inhalation tremblante qui marquait dans ses poumons dans des douleurs infernales, ses mains griffées s'obscurcissaient et se coloraient dans un touffe brune d'écorce et se fermaient gingembrement autour de ses poignets roussâtres et cloqués des menottes. Ils étaient crus des fermoir insidieux, les épines ayant été mangées littéralement par une réaction presque acide, la même condition commençant lentement à décomposer les coins de sa bouche infâme et pécheresse et les articulations de ses chevilles criblées de dents. Le Nymph s'est frotté après le taureau d'ébonette chargé, crachant ses blessures sur sa poitrine, utilisant la fourrure carbonisée et downy pour réconforter et amortir toute secousse ou choc d'impact pendant le raid.
L'air était imprégné des traces de magie de chaque lanceur, et elle se sentait agacée et inspirée par leurs tentatives, même si elle ne pouvait pas invoquer les épines sur ses articulations délicates ou même gérer un appel à n'importe quelle plante morte et oubliée qui s'est propagée sous la pierre, elle se sentait totalement inutile. Kylmi a trébuché, a pris sa chute contre le plus gros du couloir d'effondrement et a laissé son souffle prendre tandis que tout le monde s'arrêtait pour la fraction de seconde pour décider de leur trajectoire. Yeux assombris par le battement constant de l'agonie, elle jeta ses yeux dans un râteau pas si subtil vers le bas la forme bien définie de l'homme qui a été empoisonné tout comme elle était, un prince, tombé de grâce; dégradé à ses extrémités nues et que dans son moi était une vue assez curieuse. Muscles et sinus illustrés en une quasi perfection guerrière, le même détail pourrait être présenté à la famille claire et d'autres formes d'homme quand ils ont suivi après sa charge et son front quirqué.
Eh bien, eh bien. Pas une mauvaise vue.
Même dans les affres de son angoisse, Kylmi riait à elle-même avec le chortle se terminant par un sifflement d'un clin d'oeil, faisant ses lèvres se former dans un chaland et ses yeux se serrer. Mais alors il y avait une commotion, un squauelch de chair pelant et de déchirement ouvert par la chute d'un talon monstrueux, la pente des morts se repliant dans rien; si facilement dépêché par la force brute de son libérateur susmentionné. La Nymphe ne se souciait pas du sang qui lui parsemait la peau, le contraste surprenant de l'écarlate décorant la fourrure de sa poitrine et de sa taille, son rugissement était un cri destiné à insuffler la peur mais elle n'avait pas peur. Ses bras ouverts et ses talons ont été obscurcis par la vie de leurs geôliers et elle a souri à cela, reconnaissant que ses anciens tortionnaires tombaient sous la vengeance de leurs captifs; voleurs, meurtriers, simples attractions exotiques et ceux pris pour des fugitifs. Malgré le joli discours qu'ils avaient donné, leur royauté symbolique, elle ne s'en souciait pas, ces gens lui avaient fait du mal, leur mort l'avait glissé le cœur.
Kylmi regarda les yeux brillants s'ennuyant sur elle et s'inclina devant la voix qui boomait sur son crâne, elle ne voyait aucune spécification de genre sous toute la plaque de son extérieur, mais le ton dans son esprit était l'inflexion du mâle. Non pas qu'elle s'en soucie, Kylmi sauterait volontiers sur les bras des filles elfiques minces si elles avaient aussi offert leur aide. Sa position était agressive, et tout autre individu aurait pu se méfier et craindre de son impression, mais elle s'est contentée de téléporter un simper reconnaissant et s'est gracieusement abandonnée à son étreinte en attente.
« Merci, vous glorieuse bête vous, » dit-elle, en jetant ses lèvres gercées sur la peau arquée et rugueuse de ce qu'elle ne pouvait supposer que comme sa joue.
Là, d'autres se repliaient dans la caserne une fois le Minotaure chargé par la porte comme si ce n'était rien. Kylmi a serré les bras sur l'insectoïde et a attendu quand tout le monde a commencé à enfiler leurs engrenages et leurs fils, elle a regardé bien sûr et a remarqué qu'elle n'était pas la seule à considérer le regard plutôt maladroit du reptile. Elle admirait leur peau et leur physique impeccable et se regardait en train de siffler plus ils restaient ici dans le noir. Les femmes élégantes, l'une de blanc et l'autre d'ombres parlaient dans leurs élégantes cadences et elle se méfiait de cela. Kylmi n'avait pas de biens ici, car les objets de valeur qu'elle possédait autrefois avaient été laissés sur le lit de son amant traître et ce n'était rien de plus que des vêtements pratiques et elle était sûre qu'ils avaient été vendus pour de maigres pièces au marché, ou brûlés. Mais elle ne savait pas non plus où aller d'ici, des décisions sensées demandent qu'elle rentre à la maison dans les bois mais elle ne pouvait pas imaginer apporter avec elle l'assaut des gardes royaux, l'imagerie de sa maison une fois de plus étant pillée déchirer à son cœur et elle a esquivé sa tête pendant un moment.
« J'ai besoin d'aller dehors », murmura-t-elle tranquillement, levant les yeux vers ceux qui brillent de sa monture avant de finalement parler en haut, sa voix était bordée d'une panique féroce, les extrémités de ses cheveux continuant à se boucler et à pourrir avec son temps de diminution. "Tout ce que vous prévoyez de faire, aime, nous devons le faire rapidement! Certains d'entre nous n'ont pas beaucoup de temps." La Nymphe ne se souciait pas des trésors bien que l'histoire fût fantastique au mieux, son regard vitreux balayé vers le taureau à fourrure noire.
"Ils s'attendent à ce que nous nous retirions dans les bois, je connais bien la forêt d'Uchfos, mais je doute qu'ils oublieront tout simplement des prix comme les nombreux d'entre vous et vous laisseront partir." Kylmi sentait son espoir diminuer, elle était une fois de plus sans abri dans ce cruel défaut du destin.
"Mais quoi que ce soit qui doit être fait, je veux seulement revoir le soleil, je vais avec vous, tant que je quitterai cet endroit horrible." Son adhérence s'est serrée sur la chitine sanglante de sa bête, le désespoir colorant son visage pâle.
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K l y m i D r y a d
Female ┊Nymph - Ferinum
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Species description —
Kylmi's particular sub-species is a commonly known sort that dwell within thick foliage and exotic flora; often resembling their particular birth grotte: a natural hovel that has been worn into caves or perches in cliff faces often twined with precarious vines. Betwixt Alseides and Meliads, Klymi's people come in various sorts and origins that, due to their neighboring borders and genetics, has encouraged a sort of breeding that gives seed to hybrid collages of Hamadryads and Ferinums; particular Nymphs bourne from trees and then the feral respectively. Neither branch of Nymph is immortal, only has significant longevity compared to most, but are still capable of dying from fatal conditions. Ferinum genetic sequences are influenced by their environments, having been bred in the thick forests that were laced with the magic stain of the White Stag, it has produced rather distinctive features of various fauna in their kind. Their magic capabilities are propagated from the constant wiles of nature, as per their places of birth and creation, this begets a sort of ever changing essentials and disposition: to be tame and soft as flowers but bridled with thorns of venomous elegance. Not to be mistaken for the Fey,  for they are not as cruel in heart though they often find themselves in swindle with their festiveness and carnal tortures when it comes to robbing the youth from their towns and traditions. The Ferinum though are swayed and seduced by their rather carnal and animal complexions more so, typically carnivorous  this often reflects to their salacious types. Fernium enjoy the splendors of the world, indulging in their passions and vigorous desires: these are often wants, rather than needs, and are particularly selfish and manipulative because of them, along with not caring for distinction among their impromptu lovers.
Noteworthy Abilities / Limitations —
The origins of a Ferinum's magic is often volatile and reflects their natures: white, grey, or black, it will alter and change on the whim of the performer but always falls back to their Dryad origins from their original mothers. Some can be capable of beast manipulation and summoning depending on their genetics and blood. Their powers can be derived from instinct and adaptation, thus they can alter at any point should the desire of the user transition drastically, much like the workings of vegetation and some regenerative abilities. However, much like their feral counterparts, they can be savage, unthinking and predatory. Klymi's magic begets a darker, seductive disposition from years of meddling with mortal affairs and to benefit her entirely, thus she has an assortment of grey and black for a basis and common point.
M A N I P U L A T I O N
This a standard for most Ferinum with Nymph-Dryad origins, to be able to seduce and cajole everyday plant life to their whims. They have the belief and religion that everything has a soul and within that soul is the potential to be swayed, from trees to grass, the capacity within them can be touched and manipulated by their waif bodies and minds. They're bound to the earth and the fauna that thrive in them due to being born among them, and the cause of mana that course through the plants or animals they empire, the vegetation or creature can warp depending on the emotional state of the user. Klymi's manipulative powers are second nature and state of mind, but being limited from the forests will hinder her and her potential. Due to her darker personality, any plant she manipulates is often assuaged with thorns and bruises to a dark green and violet discoloration, any animal she favours will also be effected. This natural affinity is broad in the spectrum of usage, however, Kylmi's personality prevents her from stimulating new growth like her typical white magic blessed sisters.
T H O R N * B L A D E
Much like the name indicates, Kylmi's manipulation can armour one of her arms in a blade of thorns and bark, giving it a sort of resilience and structure of a common blade. This enhances the actual thorns and spines that are fixated on her arms, and because of this her blade is a living extension of her body and pulsates much like her heart.
S L Y V A N
In a stance of defense, Kylmi can submerge herself directly into trees, becoming one with their souls and bound to them psychically but in doing so her vitality is entwined with that of the tree and it takes a considerable amount for her to disentangle herself from the bark. It's often a common fear though for a Nymph of her origin to do this, as with age they can sometimes petrify into sentient trees and be immobile for eternity. As such, Kylmi will only fall back to this in desperation.
L E A F * W H I S T L E
Much like a song, Kylmi has an ability of music much like common Nymphs, her musical inclinations are merely for jovial and carnival circumstances rather than practical prowess. In this she can craft instruments from common plants and with use of magic, can create song from them. Most of her sounds however possess a rather inappropriate, carnal sort of cadence that infect the mind.
H E A R T * O F * T H E * F O R E S T
Despite her darker heart, Kylmi is obligated to protect forests and plants of any kind. Damages done to flora mentally pains her to witness and her kind is forbidden to do any harm to nature. Her magic and soul are meant for the ways of life and renewal, growth and sunlight and she is directly influenced by these very aspects - they can benefit her or impair her drastically. In the much more shadowed part, death is a commonality in the ways of life and this is direct from the feral part in her blood. Being among the forests levels these two sides of her spirit and depending on where she is, her heart can be influenced and manipulated by her environmental surroundings.
F E R A L
Due to the hybrid quality of her blood, Kylmi has a drawback from her animal counterpart. This gives impression of a bestial savagery that effects her mentally and emotionally, falling upon primal urges and morality. She can usually keep this persona in check, however, being shackled or cornered will often spur this side of her.
Background —
Born in the thick wilds of Isildier, Kylmi's mother of origin was a Nymph of the wood known as a Hyleoroi, a sub-branch of Dryhad that acted as guardians and watchers of the wood. Her father was an Alseides from the glens and groves of this enchanted forest, these types were located to the centre of the thicket and often preformed as sentinels to the White Stag who ruled Isildier as a haven. It was often revered as sacred and only permitted to those deemed worthy by the creatures who lived within it, pilgrimages were embarked upon with each excursion aiming to simply come upon the thick browse that served as Isildier's borders. The expanse of the woodland stretched to incredible and tale worthy lengths, brimmed to the tree tops with all sorts and variations of fauna that hadn't been discovered and races like those of the Nymphs and ashen Fey of the Unseelie and Seelie courts. But as stories go, the wild and exotic are often purged and persecuted for their differences and mysteries, the world wishing to expand upon Isildier's greenery.
Kylmi was born in the core of a seemingly endless persecution, the White Stag blessing the children of the unfortunate circumstance and thus influencing their genetic makeup. Here the generation of Nymphs were given a piece of Isildier's heart so that even when their homes were seized and pillaged, a fragment of their origins would follow them always, in the splitting and shares of the wood, the Fey were gifted with the soul and spirit; one for the Unseelie and the opposite for the Seelie. In this, they would continue to honour the depths and secrets of Isildier along with their cousins. But revenge spiked their hearts and warped their souls, particularly the Unseelie when their homes were destroyed completely. And so the creatures of the wood became hopeless vagabonds wondering aimlessly when the taint of mortals came upon and inflicted their essences. This happened many years ago, a near century of old hatred, some petrified upon their fears and sorrows, creating a crude forest known as the Weeping Grove in place of Isildier's once upon a time glory. Here, the trees were mocking faces of gaping agony and endless tortures with gnarled roots and twisted beasts. Nature here was a poisonous retribution and the White Stag became a ghost fixated upon the woes of time and treachery, now an omen of death with his heart, soul and spirit now divided among his subjects.
Kylmi vaguely recalls upon this past, as time and memory tend to elude and evade her due to a long time wondering aimlessly across the world. Her family drifted without care or a true destination, just migrating upon instinct since the Weeping Grove was a grave sight; not a place to really live when you were bourne from the wilds. They didn't have knowledge of where their Fey cousins went, as the courts spread out far and wide into their sub-courts and mingling upon the mortal kind quite easily. For the Nymphs that embarked across the world, it wasn't so easy, they needed a home and a place to thrive and claim new roots, some perished among the way in fatal diseases and rot and some were captured in a cruel intent during this time of war that seemed to stretch beyond borders and mountains and the seas. Others spread to different areas, pulling apart from their families: brothers and sisters departed and so did the fragments of Isildier.
Her first actual clarity of memory is trekking across the South Spires and into the Uchfos Forest where the Eblistan Citadel stood as a tantalizing gem to be explored and calculated. Though her lack of social graces with man left her fumbling and awkward when first greeting the typical occupants of this blossoming kingdom, however Kylmi adapted and perhaps a little too well. She took to the natural, lustful origins of her feral birth and mingling among the common folk with a penchant of acquiring various lovers in her time she spent browsing among the seedier underbelly of Eblistan. Despite the loss of their original home, the Nymphs adapted quite well to their new encampment and share the Uchfos with various others though it compares nothing to the wonders of Isildier: that place now is just a dream; a horrid reminder of what has passed. The Nymphs brought with them their traditions and habits of dance and careless glee, trying to smudge out their rather terrible beginnings. To ask one of the people where they came from is an actual insult to them even. Thus it has earned them a near untrustworthy and shadowy assumption from their sudden appearances in Uchfos and the Citadel, sometimes you can't trust the unknown.
Kylmi doesn't like to reflect on her origins in this and perhaps it is this willing and careless banishment of her roots that sort of darkens her spirit and influences her powers. She believes that memories will only continue to allow the hurt to fester and boil within, and so with near religious fanfare she has long been dipping into the provocative natures in her heart without a flicker of remorse or care.
Reason for Detainment —
It was such a scandal: a merchant's son swindled by the song of a Nymph that was found in his bed in a troubling circumstance. The situation was later just a mere circulating rumour without any sort of backing evidence, however Kylmi's sudden detainment drew a rather curious inquiry. The truth of the matter was the son's rather critical status among the royals, his engagement didn't benefit from the adultery either, and in a attempt to hide the affair, Kylmi was tossed behind bars for being the instigator. So they say; though many would not be surprised considering Kylmi's rather lecherous infamy.