Gender: Male
Eyes: Silver
Hair: Long, light brown
Skin Tone/Pigmentation: Copper
Height: 6'
Weight: 159

Appearance

Physical Description

Slight of build, but lithe and possessing a presence larger than his frame.

Body Features

Long hair, usually tied back. He has a birthmark but you'll really need to get to know him better to find out what it is.

Facial Features

Generally typical wood elf features, but possesses silver eyes that tell of a Moon Elf ancestry.

Apparel & Accessories

Clothes are mostly in olives, greens, and browns. Leather pants and high boots, Cloak is a somewhat unique leaf-shape, with a deep cowl that he prefers to wear in crowded, public spaces (also, when it rains.)

Tuath takes great pride in his bow, which was crafted by a local artisan. He has modified it to run as silently as possible, using moleskin at the tips to deaden string slap against the bow, uses threaded tufts of wool on the strings to deaden the usual twang. He uses heavier-than usual arrows, which he fletches himself, to also reduce string twang; while it slightly decreases range, it also slightly improves accuracy and piercing.

Special abilities

Hunting and tracking. Knot tying. Fletching.

Mentality

Personal history

His parents were both druids and his mother was a member of the village counsel. Through her experiences, he developed a desire to protect the peoples living in and around the forest, but also a desire to slow advancement of human expansion that he views as a threat. He recognizes the internal conflict of protecting the human settlers on the fringes of the wild lands while distrusting the motives of the political forces that drive that expansion.

Tuath rather infamously ran off collectors working for the nobility in a nearby town. That made him something of a folk hero to the locals, but definitely created tension between the town and the collection of elfin villages in the area -- and created open hostility between Tuath and the nobility.

He grew up in the woods and mountains, and that is definitely a place of comfort for him, but he appreciates the connection to the land whether it is forest, wetlands, desert, or plains. He has a natural desire to explore but very much prefers the shadows to the spotlight.

His older sister is far more grounded than he, and where he prefers to roam, she prefers to sit still in one place and meditate. Secretly, they both admire the opposite qualities in each other.

Education

With two druid parents, Tuath has a natural appreciation for the communion between elves and nature, and a deep understanding of the history of his people. While he would eschew the role, his mother's role as village counsel also gave him insight into working as a collective. His father was more of a poet and musician -- while his father might have preferred less time in the forest, Tuath is nevertheless well versed in history and poetry.

Employment

Tuath worked with his family who did a little farming and beekeeping, but began making his name for both hunting and leatherworking before setting off for broader adventures.

Mental Trauma

Orc raids during his childhood robbed him of one of his best friends and while a generally compassionate person, has an abiding deep enmity that he resents still lingers with him. He doesn't want to talk about it.

Intellectual Characteristics

Naturally curious with a deep desire to explore and understand the world.

Morality & Philosophy

Diety and nature are pretty much all one and the same to Tuath. Whether nature is a manifestation of the deity, or whether the deity is a manifestation of nature is immaterial as they are intracately connected.

Believes to each his own, but also has a compulsion to help if it is needed and warranted.

Taboos

Misuse/abuse of nature

Known Languages

Elvish
Orc
Common

Personality

Motivation

Protection of the natural world, and protection of those who live in it. Noting that those can come into conflict with each other. Strong desire to explore, but an equally strong desire to remain hidden. Generally intent to help others, but also to leave them to their own devices.

Personality Quirks

Tendency to want to employ Mask of the Wild. All the time. Partly consciously, as practice, but also subconsciously, as a habit.

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Sat 5th Dec 2020 07:03

Of the Search for Things that Burn, and the Search for Things to Burn

by Tuath Dé Danann

OK, so when we last left off, we had just (barely) defeated one of those nasty frost-breathing, never-dying trolls. As we stood about in our various states of disarray and damage, we poked around for a bit and decided the Way To Stay Alive was to get another full rest and come back to (hopefully) clear out the place and (also hopefully but increasingly unlikely as time passes) find the rescue party that was sent to rescue us. (Oh hey; did I mention that they were *given a map* to find Axeholm? Not that that will hinder my desire to rescue them, but just wanted to say Fuck Wester.)

Anyway, we chose life, and went back upstairs to both do a more thorough search and to heal up/spell up again as a party. Ostensibly, our search upstairs was to find flammable stuff to throw at any remaining trolls, of which we were certain there was at least one. It wasn't a thorough sweep, but we did find stuff to light on fire as well as a very odd eagle that came to life and attacked us in the bric-a-brac room. (Note to self: remind Oz that Hooty may come to life and peck out his eyes while he sleeps.) Baric checked for magic, and found a fair amount of residue, but did note that the leather bag we picked up from Cuthulu glowed brightly under his spell.

The dwarven chick upstairs remained as unhelpful as ever, though we did feed and water her, and brought her up a mattress and a blanket. She let us know the trolls were her friends, and Baric wanted to start an inquisition on the spot but we left her tied up and gagged again. If we live, we'll come back for her and deal with that later. She *may* be hostage material if we get to that point with whoever has the un-rescue party. But I find it way more likely our primary negotiation tactic will be to kill all the bastards. It's worth noting that I had another black-out period again -- thank god, not in battle. But I've definitely got to do something about this. Soon.

At any rate, rested and loaded down with Things That Burn, we made our way back into the tunnel system to go explore the great cavern with the statues -- and hopefully find some clues as to the whereabouts of the missing party. We never made it that far. The dwarves up front set off a Monster Summoning Spell again, and those weird eyeless creatures began to swarm out of the tunnels in front of us.

Dash and Oz made a smart tactical move by falling back into the big cave, where we could set up something of a kill zone. Shortly thereafter, a Frost Troll made its appearance and did it's thing with breath damage. Murland and I -- and probably Baric -- need to be more purposeful about staying out of range. I was lucky to not be in the cone this time, but Murland went down and we began the "if you feed the magician a berry" routine. I managed to shove one in his mouth while I backed up and proceeded to shoot from a distance > the frost breath. The little critters kept pouring out and I was able to cast Spike Growth for the first time, and at first blush I would say it is pretty damn effective at crowd control.

Everybody did their thing: Oz and Dash were our bulwark up front, taking and dealing damage, Murland was busy casting fire at the troll, and Baric was alternately healing and taking magical swipes at the various critters. We are getting more efficient, and between Murland and torches, we managed to put the thing down for good. Damn good idea of Dash's to create additional torches with some oily rags and various furniture legs that we busted up upstairs. I *think* we are going to be capable of another encounter, and hope we can press on from here.

Meanwhile, this is the first we have seen of the eyeless creatures, and I think it augurs well for us: perhaps we are, indeed, getting close to finding the erstwhile rescue party.

Tuath's Journal Ordered oldest to newest

Taking Umbrage with a Hill
17 Jul 2020 04:58:01

OF Dwarves and Underground Evil Temples and Slimes
17 Jul 2020 06:53:44

On Death and Dying and Evil Dwarven Oooze
22 Jul 2020 06:03:22

Of Running Away and Running Errands: Chapter Five in the only True and Accurate History of the Band of Adventurers.
19 Aug 2020 05:52:05

Of Dwarves and Orcs and Death and Arrows and Axes: Chapter 4 of The True and Accurate Version of the Continuing Adventures of the Ever-Evolving Party
19 Aug 2020 05:56:04

Of Supplieses and Surprises: Chapter 5 in the ongoing True and Accurate account of our band of brothers
26 Aug 2020 06:18:14

Of Dragons and Dwarves and Destruction: Chapter 6 in the continuing True and Accurate Tales of the Band of Adventurers
04 Sep 2020 10:10:12

Of babysitting shithead uppity dicks and baffling failure against new Foes: Chapter Seven in the continuing saga of the Ruckus Crew
09 Sep 2020 06:58:52

Of Disaster and Running Away for a Second Time: a repeat tale of Best Laid Plans, Damage-Proof Critters, Repeated Failure, and Tucking of Tails
16 Sep 2020 06:18:20

Of Information, Silver, and Revenge: Changing plans and getting our own back against the bitey creatures
01 Oct 2020 06:35:48

Of Reckless Abandon, Reckless Endangerment, and some Very Fine Days in the Forests and Mountains
13 Oct 2020 06:43:01

Of Scouting and Orcs and Scouting and Bears and Scouting and Giants and Scouting and Hobgoblins and Scouting and Goats and Scouting and Chimneys and Exploring and Spiders
15 Oct 2020 06:07:50

Of Undead Hordes and Almost Dead Adventurers
22 Oct 2020 06:23:23

Of Saving Humans, Swatting Mosquitos, "I'm not Scared, You're Scared" game with Banshees, and Harbin Fucking Wester
29 Oct 2020 04:15:44

Addendum: Of Infinite Pools of Living Liquid, Dark Visions, And a Growing Fog of Evil
02 Nov 2020 08:09:24

Of Tracking and Human Trafficking and Things That Never Die
05 Nov 2020 06:03:43

Of Moss Terrors, Monsters with One Body and Two Heads, and Monsters with One Head, but Two Bodies.
12 Nov 2020 08:24:46

Of Breaking and Entering, Obstinate Dwarves, Fighting Outside Our Element, and Pillow Fights with Critters that Don't Die.
19 Nov 2020 07:30:49

Of Long Rests That Really Aren't All That Restful
28 Nov 2020 01:51:30

Of the Search for Things that Burn, and the Search for Things to Burn
05 Dec 2020 07:03:48

The major events and journals in Tuath's history, from the beginning to today.

Taking Umbrage with a Hill
Killed my first manticore. Which almost killed our noble cleric, who, nobly, ran out to attack it, and nobly, took a tail spike to the chest and fell over. The mage was muttering in the bushes and was pretty worthless as far as I can tell, while Blithe an...
04:58 am - 17.07.2020

OF Dwarves and Underground Evil Temples and Slimes
Killed my first slime. It was not a particularly satisfying kill. Maybe more panic and chaos than the usual quiet sneaking and hunting I am used to. Though maybe this is just the tables being turned -- they are doing the sneaking and hunting and, as it tu...
06:53 am - 17.07.2020

On Death and Dying and Evil Dwarven Oooze
By my count, I killed four oozes today. One killed me. So, interesting day. It is well known that orcs are my favorite enemy. (And while there have been rumors of them in the mountains, we have not run across any in our adventures yet.) With that as co...
06:03 am - 22.07.2020

Of Dwarves and Orcs and Death and Arrows and Axes: Chapter 4 of The True and Accurate Version of the Continuing Adventures of the Ever-Evolving Party
Finally got the taste of Orc Blood. Not literally, of course. But it has been no secret that I have been longing for vengeance and retribution against these foul creatures and this morning I was finally rewarded with prey. I pinned six of the eight that c...
07:10 am - 13.08.2020

Of Running Away and Running Errands: Chapter Five in the only True and Accurate History of the Band of Adventurers.
Today, I didn't kill anything. Which seems to be an exception these days, which makes me sound a bit of a sociopath. But I'm killing for the greater good, so it's OK, right? So it goes. We pick up our story after a short rest following an epic battle w...
05:52 am - 19.08.2020

Of Supplieses and Surprises: Chapter 5 in the ongoing True and Accurate account of our band of brothers
For what seemed like a simple milk run, it wasn't a simple milk run. Killed my first Ankheg, which was an interesting creature, though also on the acidic side. Which, so far, seems to be a thing with monsters we run into. The trip to camp was largely u...
06:15 am - 26.08.2020

Of Dragons and Dwarves and Destruction: Chapter 6 in the continuing True and Accurate Tales of the Band of Adventurers
Well, the rumors are true. Though we apparently missed it by a day, the fabled White Dragon finally made its appearance, tilting at windmills, but to devastating effect. Through a combination of great good fortune and good luck, Attabrah survived the atta...
10:10 pm - 04.09.2020

Of babysitting shithead uppity dicks and baffling failure against new Foes: Chapter Seven in the continuing saga of the Ruckus Crew
So our adventure begins and ends with babysitting. After clearing the orcs from the farm, we accompanied the Sheriff back to town. Fonzie is a dick, though I did cajole him into giving us some pointers on riding horses; I found out I can be sore in new an...
06:58 pm - 09.09.2020

Of Disaster and Running Away for a Second Time: a repeat tale of Best Laid Plans, Damage-Proof Critters, Repeated Failure, and Tucking of Tails
OK, so after our first failed encounter, we decided we'd try a new tactic: The party would all run in, grapple the nasties, and Baric would drop light bombs, magic swords, and death-bells on the critters. Meanwhile, we would try to drag them into the ligh...
06:18 pm - 16.09.2020

Of Information, Silver, and Revenge: Changing plans and getting our own back against the bitey creatures
Great news: The inspired decision to silver our weapons proved most effective against the bitey rat creatures. It felt good to do damage that, well, did damage. Today we killed by my count 8 of the foul creatures, and I am loving my new ability to target ...
06:35 am - 01.10.2020

Of Reckless Abandon, Reckless Endangerment, and some Very Fine Days in the Forests and Mountains
After clearing the first and second wave of the rat-men, we quickly took stock of our position. Me, down to 13 silvered arrows after recovering a few in the anteroom; Baric, down to a couple of spells, and Dash and Ozzie looking pretty battered. We talked...
06:43 pm - 13.10.2020

Of Scouting and Orcs and Scouting and Bears and Scouting and Giants and Scouting and Hobgoblins and Scouting and Goats and Scouting and Chimneys and Exploring and Spiders
Given the activity we saw of the scouting Hobgoblins when we first approached Axeholm, we decided to hike out a bit, find a protected dell or glen, and do a quick, simple scout of the entrance to Axeholm to assess relative orc activity there before going ...
06:07 am - 15.10.2020

Of Undead Hordes and Almost Dead Adventurers
We set about clearing the upper reaches of Axeholm. Our first discovery was that something(s) have dug rough tunnels into the fortress, on either side of the keep. Also, the tunnels reek of death and rotting corpses. Which might have been our first sign. ...
06:23 am - 22.10.2020

Of Saving Humans, Swatting Mosquitos, "I'm not Scared, You're Scared" game with Banshees, and Harbin Fucking Wester
As if things weren't nuts enough -- and they were -- we barely had time to heal up when an explosion rocked the whole underground fortress. We all looked concerned, but I paid special attention to see if the Dwarves had a "that was an odd phenomenon" conc...
05:45 am - 29.10.2020

Of Saving Humans, Swatting Mosquitos, "I'm not Scared, You're Scared" game with Banshees, and Harbin Fucking Wester
As if things weren't nuts enough -- and they were -- we barely had time to heal up when an explosion rocked the whole underground fortress. We all looked concerned, but I paid special attention to see if the Dwarves had a "that was an odd phenomenon" conc...
04:15 pm - 29.10.2020

Addendum: Of Infinite Pools of Living Liquid, Dark Visions, And a Growing Fog of Evil
In the rush of daily violent activity, it is time to take a quick pause to share my increasingly difficult internal battles with darkness. As you all know, when fighting the oozes (oozi?) in the evil Dwarven Temple, one dropped on me in an especially drip...
08:09 pm - 02.11.2020

Of Tracking and Human Trafficking and Things That Never Die
We did a final(ish) sweep of Axeholm, finding one more odd item, a tripod that Baric says has some reality-distorting magic about it. During this time I had another dark episode; I blacked out for some period of time. Is there a connection to the magic of...
07:21 am - 05.11.2020

Of Moss Terrors, Monsters with One Body and Two Heads, and Monsters with One Head, but Two Bodies.
They say a rolling stone gathers no moss. Don't believe that shit. These mossy rock trolls rolled over us like, well, like two giant boulders. All through the battle, I kept thinking about Baric's eagerness to explore up here. "Let's go check out that ...
08:19 am - 12.11.2020

Of Breaking and Entering, Obstinate Dwarves, Fighting Outside Our Element, and Pillow Fights with Critters that Don't Die.
We began our journey with an argument over the case of the missing chest. (Which may be magical, because despite leaving it locked up in the secret room, and taking care to lock up the keep, it apparently followed us here.) So be it, we stashed it careful...
07:30 pm - 19.11.2020

Of Long Rests That Really Aren't All That Restful
We resume our chronicles after another near-death experience with Things that Don't Die, wherein we had no option but to retreat and rest to heal and regain our spells. We decided the best space would be in the observatory, which was protected by stairs a...
01:51 am - 28.11.2020