[P] Ghostly Figures
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OOC Date: 10-07-2023, 10:20 PM
IC THREAD DATE: 10/14/2023  in  Boggy Swamp  —  
VERDANTIS
SERF
Species Female Gray Wolf
Build Adult Brawny 26"
Trade NOVICE SENTRY
Trade NOVICE HISTORIAN
Health6 Dexterity3
Arcana 2 Medicine 1
Charisma 4 Perception 2
Constitution 2 Stealth 1
Deception 1 Strength 3
MagicSIREN SONG
MagicTELEKINESIS
Magic
Magic
Magic
Magic

Today was a wonderful day. Why, one might ask? Well, today was Reed's birth day. It had suddenly struck her that somehow, she had known which season she was born. It gave her a sense of hope, that eventually she might remember more and more. The memories were still inside her mind, she knew. It was proven to her when she'd recalled her familiar, Pip, when she had been with Eon. Maybe she just needed more time to remember them. Or maybe she needed others to help her. 

As much as she enjoyed the open sea breeze that the ocean shores offered, Reed was beginning to grow bored of living off crustaceans and sea snails. Some of the fruits on the trees yielded sweet juice she eagerly lapped when she found a ripe one had fallen, but she found herself growing thirstier and thirstier for fresh spring water. So, Reed had made herself a promise for her birth day. She promised herself that she'd locate a nice fresh source of water somewhere inland, and she would procure something to eat besides crabs, clams, oysters and the like. Something that bled red. 

Off in search of such spoils of plunder, Reed picked a direction and stayed true to it in her travels, taking her straight north into the swamp lands. Awful at navigation by land, she missed the signs that told her to go west for better lands and thus walked further and further into the cypress groves and underbrush, crossing from shallows to shallows and seeking out dry lands when she could. By the time she'd traveled from the ocean shores to her current location in the swamp, the sun had started to set in the distance. She'd succeeded in neither of her endeavors thus far, and her outlook for doing so was turning sour. "Ughhhhhhhhh" Reed groaned loudly as she tugged extra hard to pull her paws from the muck they had been sucked down into. "I'm so sick of this swamp!" As she spoke, her speech was muddled as she gripped her long dagger between her jaws and swiped at vines and foliage as it impeded her path. "I just," she huffed, "wanted to eat" huff "something besides" she puffed again, "FREAKING SNAILS!"