Hi there, my name is Melantha Lake or just Millie for short. Making clothes and fabrics is my job, and my lovely pokemon help me out in this task. I like people very much, but sometimes I might be a bit quiet. Feel free to talk to me anytime though, I don't mind. And if you ever need some clothes taken care of, do give me a call.
Currently living with: Neo and Alice
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He could blast the man into oblivion if he so pleased, but the merchant had struck out so quickly he couldnāt stop the strike from connecting.
It only took moments for the strike to turn into trading blows and wrestling about on the ground. Devvan wasnāt sure why the man was so angry, he hadnāt stolen anything. The man was busy and heād dropped his money on the stand and taken what he needed. Nothing too expensive, just some components for his spells.
Ā āCEASE YOUR ACTIONS, BOTH OF YOU!ā
The great boom was unexpected to say the least, Devvan jerking suddenly from the merchant and pulling himself free as the woman neared them. He recognized her as a follower of Mielikki, the Forest Queen.
Itād been a long while since heād seen a Forestarm in the city.
The merchant shouted and motioned to him lying on the ground, claiming he was a thief and had walked off with the manās goods.
Devvan scoffed, āI payed for them fair. This manās the thief, he demands too much for his wares-ā
From somewhere on the fringe of the crowd, Rick glanced up from the purse heād just cut, slipping it into his traveling cloak.
The earlier commotion had been cut short by a stern (and armed) elven druid who, despite her size, looked like she could definitely do some damage. Though, to be fair, most elves could.
Odd, though - most of the ones that frequented the area were rangers or thieves, with the occasional mage passing through on some important venture or another.
The merchant continued his tirade and a twinge of guilt shot through Rick. That must have been the stall heādā¦ borrowedĀ some alchemical stuff from. How unfortunate for the mage.
For a moment, he found himself fingering the leather pouches at his belt. The worn embossing of leaves adorned their fastenings - an oddly comforting texture, to be honest. But caught himself, and silently cursed his nervous tic.
Relax, damnitā¦ Itās not the smelly stuff and it doesnāt give off any weird glow - thereās no way anyone can tell you have itā¦ No need for the guilt!Ā That guyās not the culprit; heās not gonna get tried for one lousy merchantās bigotry.
Unconvinced by his own arguments, Rick drifted closer to the action. Curiosity may have killed the cat, and all, but he couldnāt just leave this mage to be pinned for the crime.Ā
Not that heād be admitting to it himself, of course! Just providing a useful distraction if necessary.
As the two men were settling their little argument, Showing wares and purses. Mel took a deep breath and examined the people still around them. Although most of the crowd had dissipated by her shout, some were still lingering around, perchance waiting for a rematch? or for the men to settle their score so that they could continue business. Ā None of this really shook her, she was more worried about all the sick or injured she knew would be gathered at the temple by now. Ā What if there was an urgent case?Ā
In the corner of her eye though, something got her attention, and turning her head just slightly she noted a lithe man, some distance away looking over the scene. Normally such onlookers wouldn't have mattered to her, people seemed bent on entertaining themselves with others misfortune. But this man, seemed distressed for some reason.Ā
Quickly checking that the mage was still peaceful with the merchant, and vice versa, she turned to the stranger and walked up to him. looking Ā up at him she queried "You look rather pale and shaky, pray tell is something wrong? I am a healer if need be I promise I won't take long." Pausing just a moment then, she looked at this tall man. Not all the pouches that he wore, were of his own brand. "Or perhaps your ill looks are not of illness true. If something with you rests on unclear conscience, I would recommend you speak your mind. And we can all leave this mess behind."
With those words, she stepped back, hoping that if her hunch were correct, this man would do the right thing.
Ā Rick blinked a few times, looking from Mel to the mienfoo and back again. Heād never heard a Mienfoo speak before, even aided by something, but Melantha was just chatting away as though this was normalā¦. Though, maybe it was the least of the things he should be worried about.
The mienfoo took Melanthaās hand between his little paws and gave a firm, but gentle shake. āNice to meet you, Miss Melantha. My friends call me Tapps.ā
He smiled, tail swaying lightly, and gave a quick nod of his head. āYes, actually - thatās what I came here aboutā¦. Thought it would be a good idea to meet some of the people Iād be playing with. Itās been a while since I played something like D&D.ā
"Last I checked the list, it was only me and Rick and apparently you who were interested. I think we could make up a group with three, but Mark said that it would be ridiculously hard. You wouldn't happen to have any friends to come join us? What kind of a character would you like to be?"
Rattling on with question after question, Mel got up, and suddenly fell quiet gazing at the horizon. A large storm front was approaching and although it was still ways away, she could feel the electricity in the air,Ā
((Mel does eat meat, fish, eggs and other animal products to maintain a healthy diet. She is very peculiar on what meat she eats though. She will make sure if she can that the animal she is eating died quickly and painlessly.Ā
So killing of animals for food, if done ethically, is okay.Ā
Hunting because you can, trophy hunting, brutal killing of animals, etc. is not okay, she does not understand why is it needed or why anyone would enjoy it. She will discuss any hunters on these matters if she finds them. So that she could
((Mel is good at waiting, that is to say, she is rather patient. She learned at a young age that good things come to those who play nice and those who wait. This was mostly due to her mothers long working hours and amount of income which both made sure that good things came rarely. But those good things were always worth the wait.
Betrayal is something that Mel is sadly familiar with. Though it served in teaching her that not all people are to be trusted, she doesn't take it well.Ā
((Mel herself has very strong morals of right and wrong. Believing that you should do no harm to no one, that you must help those in need and that you always give a little more than you take.
But she rarely says any of this aloud. Because she understands that people are different, and people with questionable moral codes either must have a reason for their actions, or a different view of the world. She will help lesser people with money and food if it helps them get on their feet and all that. And she will try to see the world in other peoples points of view before making any final judgements.
Maybe it makes her easy to scam, but it's her way of putting out good vibes in the world so what harm can that do in the end?))
((Old asks ahoy ^^,))((So I like to think that as rational and levelheaded as Mel tends to be. She is still very enamoured by illusions/magic and all kinds of mind tricks. if a travelling psychic or other trickster would travel through town she would be in the front row seeing the show. She tried cardistry when she was younger but since then has stuck to sewing clothes.
All that being said, she would by default hate anyone who used illusions as a way to do harm to others, such as scamming money or making a fool out of someone. ))
Ā "Oh," Rick frowned. Lilliput was missing? How longād she been gone? ā¦ Maybe he shouldāve tried to find Mel sooner; maybe he could have been some help.
He put a hand on Melās shoulder, a reassuring smile on his face and a determined look in his eye. āLike you said, sheās probably alright. Just hidingā¦ Weāll keep an eye out for her, too, if that helps.ā Hopefully the roselia came back soon.
"If youād like, I could have my teammates keep an eye out for her as well," a slightly muted voice offered.
Rick turned to answer and saw it belonged to an oddly adorned mienfoo. He would have said something, but the pokemon continued, tilting its head at Mel but not opening its mouth.
"Weāre decent trackersā¦ so we could probably find her given enough time."
"Thank you, both of you. I could really use all the help I can get. It's not that I, lets just say that she doesn't have to come home. I would want her home and all but clearly she is upset. So if you do happen to find her anywhere or anything, just let her know I worry and come tell me how she's doing? I'm sure she'll come home after she's calmed down." Sliding along the stone into a crouch so she could be level with the mienfoo,
Ā Bright and early, the mienfoo from before padded into the center, passing another young lady who was on her way out. His first course of action was to check the notice-board again and post one of his own (āInvestigation ongoing into the nature of the spacial rends. We seek to predict their course and are compiling a detailed report. Direct concerns to Vera and/or her team. Thank you.ā)
The post from last night caught his eye and he smiled. It seemed heād just missed the original poster on his way in - perhaps now was a good time to ask about particularsā¦
Without delay, he bounded out the door tracing the direction Melantha had gone.
***
The sun was well in the sky by the time Rick woke up and, oddly disoriented, he frowned. What was today? Today was special somehowā¦
Oh!
He jumped up, kicking off his sleeping bag and (unwilling to deal with his skates today) threw on his new pair of old shoes. And he was out the door without a single explanation, running like his ass was on fire. Grason zipped out after him, concerned, but Rick was on a mission - no time to slow down.
***
At the meadow, the mienfoo paused - there Melantha was, but she seemed to be preoccupied. He sat back on his haunches to wait.
***
By the time Rickās course brought him to the meadow, his thighs ached a way they hadnāt in weeks. Itād been so long since heād actually ran anywhereā¦.
"Hey, Mel! Saw your postā how ya been? Havenāt seen ya in a while," he laughed.
After a period of silence she forced a smile back on her lips, one that would probably not fool anyone and continued. "Apparently in that game, Dungeons and dragonites it was called. You can be quite a few different races and occupations. What would you like to be? I think, I'll try to be a good person no matter what I choose."
Mel couldn't get up early enough the following morning. She advised Fluffball and Leilani to keep looking for Lilliput, maybe they'd have better luck in finding her than she had had the previous few days.Ā
It had been a while since she was actually exited about something and the thought of doing something together with others sounded so good in her ears. The trip to the P.C. seemed to fly by,
She listened to their explanations calmly, inspecting both as they we're speaking. Strangely both of them seemed to talk the truth, as far as she could tell. "Did you actually see him steal anything? At this time of day there are a lot of customers so maybe he paid and you didn't necessarily notice?" She questioned, helping the mage up. "If you could be so kind as to check that for me. And if you, good mage could show what you bought from him and let's see if we could resolve this without further violence."
In the back of her head she thought that she was going to run late from her "appointments" at the temple. But perchance the people could wait with their cuts and bruises. They've seemed to manage without her before she arrived so it couldn't be that bad.Ā
She wanted to make sure that things calmed down without the need for guardsmen and that this travelling elven mage and the merchant were both okay.Ā
((This is for actually being the character you got in the quiz here: http://neppyman.sytes.net/dndwho/ ))
She had been travelling for quite a while, roaming from forest to forest and town to town. And although She enjoyed travelling quite a bit Mel couldn't help but enjoy the little village she had found herself into. The rooms at the local inn were clean and reasonably priced, and the food was edible. The little shops surrounding the central square had what she needed and she could perform small healing spells to earn a bit of spare money.Ā
As she was taking her usual route to the local temple she heard commotion coming from one of the side roads. What she could make out, a fight had broken out as a local merchant and a traveller had gotten into an argument. Steeling herself for chaos, she walked into the middle of the crowd with as much authority as she could, Slamming her staff to the ground and booming with all the might of a wild beast. "CEASE YOUR ACTIONS, BOTH OF YOU!" startling some of the spectators and causing a halt in the wrestling match on the ground. Breathing deeply, she then proceeded to ask the merchant in a calmer manner "Explain what on earth is going on, attacking a weary traveller like that." turning to the traveller she remarked "And you, do not try to slink off anywhere till this is resolved, lest you want me to hunt you down."
((This is for the disco characters playing the game. Please excuse probable misspellings, bad writing, etc.))
It had been a surprisingly calm and pleasant day in Celestic. Perchance the dragons had shifted to a farther away location, or maybe they too were enjoying the balmy weather somewhere. Mel didn't really care, she was far too busy looking for Lilliput. It's amazing how well a roselia can hide when it doesn't want to be found, she thought hopping onto a park bench that was hovering a bit off the ground.
As she was running through the places she had already checked, and the places she should still go to, a peculiar sight caught her eye.Ā
It seemed to be a book, floating so that if she just stood on the bench and reached she could reach it. Intrigued she tried to do so but slipped and fell on her face. The book, being disturbed by her fingertips, landed squarely on her head and sliding off to the ground next to her.Ā
After the initial dizziness had calmed, Mel picked up the book and examined it. Made to look leather bound with metal corners, it was named "Dungeons and Dragonites: The official player rulebook".
Shuffling through the pages, there were many different people and jobs written within, with even more numbers and "Epic quests" and something about rolls? She didn't really understand none of it, but figured that it must be a game and would be something that the grumpy person, (was that Mark, Mathew, Mike? she really couldn't remember) from this time would know about.
And with that she set off to find him and return the book, or at least ask if he knew of it's rightful owner.
"Listen, do you really think anyone would have the time, let alone be interested in playing board games at a time like this?" Grump (Confirmed to be Mark) groaned. "Besides, just you wouldn't be nearly enough, first monster comes on by and you're dead. You would needĀ at least 4 people. Now please move on to doing what ever you can do to help the town." He remarked obviously annoyed by her presence, ushering her out the door.
At least 4 people you say? She thought and a smile crept on her lips. "This is EXACTLY the time people need something to lift their spirits." With a newfound bounce in her step and her worry of lilliput subdued for now she jogged home. And by nightfall there was a small Notice on the notice board. Urging interested people to seek her out so they could persuade Mark to join in on the fun.))
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