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uselessidiotsquad · 2 years

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Character Interview: Caonaí

INTRODUCTION

Can you introduce yourself?

- (the sylvari nods stiffly) I am called Caonaí. I am kin of the Silent Mother, the one you might have called the ‘Shiverpeaks Tree’.

What is your gender identity, orientation and relationship status?

- I will warn you that I am not familiar with many of your terms. I have had little time to think of these things.

Where and when were you born?

- In the far north, to the Silent Mother. Here some expanse of time ago. Perhaps fifty of your years? I am not accustomed to keeping time. It is hard to tell as days blur together when all looks of snow.

What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?

- (she stands up a straighter and it seems you’ve gained her interest) I use a spiked club, a mace. And shield. I prefer to defend rather than attack but I do not hold mercy for those who strike first.

Lastly, are you happy?

- I am alive, as is most of my family. That is enough.

FAMILY AND FRIENDS

What’s your family like? What is your relationship with them?

- My family consists of nine, self among them. We are what remains of the Silent Mother. Each of my siblings is dear to me and I will put them above anyone and anything else.

Have you ever ran away from home?

- (she lets out a sharp sound that you think might have been a laugh) And gone where? To my death in the ice? To become of the worms? No. I never ran from home. (the burst of joy dims) We only left after the Mother’s husk could no longer offer protection.

Would you consider marriage or having children?

- For what reason? Other’s practices are not able to be applied to my kin.

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

- Friends? (she tilts her head towards you inquisitively, looking at you with her good eye) What point would there be in hating them?

Which friend knows everything about you?

- My siblings know me well enough. The Mother knew me. I fail to see the point in anyone else knowing.

ASKED BY FANS

Are you literate? Have you been to school?

- I am learning. The connection we had with the Mother offered us some insight but nothing of this variety. It is challenging and I do not see the need for it.

The eeriest prediction you made that later came true?

- (her expression is stony and grim) That the cold would take some of us. I just had not realized yet in what way.

What is something you were embarrassingly late to realize?

- I would not share this with you.

Do you have mental health or physical issues?

- (she taps the eyepatch) When it was just I, before my siblings awoke, I was too bold. I underestimated an arctodus. I have since learned.

What is your current main goal?

- To adjust to this world it seems I must be involved in now.

CHOICES

Drink or food?

- Food.

Cats or dogs?

- I have never tried either, I could not tell you. (she blinks at you) Oh, we were not still speaking in terms of food? You change topics with much speed.

Early bird or night owl?

- (she asks you to clarify what you mean) Morning or evening? Morning. It is a relief to see the sun.

Optimist or pessimist?

- Realist. Is that the word you would use?

Sassy or sarcastic?

- (she blinks at you slowly again as you try to explain what it means. she doesn’t answer.)

HAVE YOU EVER

Been caught sneaking out?

- Yes, when one of my siblings wanted to join me on a hunt. I made them return home.

Broke a bone?

- I do not think that I possess bones. I have been injured before.

Received flowers?

- Flower were rare in our lands, we would not be so callous as to cut them from the earth. We would love them as they were in the soil.

Ghosted someone?

- I’m sure you are as tired explaining these things to me and I am of listening and not understanding. For sake of us both, no.

Pretended to laugh at a joke you didn’t get?

-I have. To humor and comfort when my brother wished to make light of a situation.

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fonzeworth · 4 years

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The Bjora Marches have nothing pleasant, Elias soon confirms---absolutely nothing except the ever-present spirit of Raven, which, loathe to his lack of surprise, is even more ominous than Kryta’s own patron deity of ice and death. The fact most of the horrors in this blizzard-swept canyon of frozen misery had absolutely nothing to do with Jormag at all was what cemented his disdain for an area that was much kinder to his own inner homeostasis.

( elias recounts the boneskinner, aka Fuck THAT Thing in the Spooky Forest )

It’s the subtle, chattering clicks that take his attention at first. At first he presumes it’s just another hallucination ( those whispers were incredibly grating after a week in this place ), but once he sees more and more of the search party look paler and paler, he has a feeling that something’s up, and they’ve yet to see it.

There’s a quiet sigh---none of the Vigil’s troops should have had to bear this, but with the barren tundra of the Far Shiverpeaks stretching endlessly, no one was safe, and every possibility of having one less person perish was the single thread of hope many of them had held onto. Admittedly, he couldn’t blame them.

“---Commander, can you and your group help with the aberrants? We have to help the survivors.” The captain’s voice shakes, and her nerves are shared among the entire group--this forest, as bare as it is, feels awful. The chattering rises again, temporary, and suddenly dealing with all of these corrupted minions was much more favorable than being broken down like this. Less minions to deal with when it came to facing Jormag---yeah, that’s a better idea. “Right--let’s get started,” comes his response, and the party disperses to each of the survivors---blades, staves, companions drawn and summoned.

They only come in small trios and groups--and as Elias zaps his way into another imp with his sword, something strikes him as off ( even in the caverns, the aberrants were typically in larger groups...where were they now? ). Bright Shore’s words echo in the back of his head---right, he wanted...he wanted a boneskinner’s meat.

( even braham wasn’t shy about looking relatively disturbed when he recounted the old tale------as much as the norn wanted to play it off like an urban legend, it was clear that there was some degree of truth behind it. those slated to become a new boneskinner sealed their fate the moment they ate their kin’s flesh, driven mad by jormag’s whispers. the more he had fetched animal meats for the poor kodan that wasn’t too far from the search party, the more the sinking feeling in his stomach had plummeted.. )

“What is that thing?!” Elias’ head snaps in the direct of the horrified question, and his eyes land on the goddamned thing---putrid, oozing black and green smog in it’s spectre-like aura ( the damn thing was aspected, too? ). Bones protruded messily, the elongated spines mismatching and tearing necrotic, stained and deathly violet skin. Elias couldn’t trace what kind of animal is was--the oversized deer skull was void of any skin, yet it’s body had the shape of a warg and the claws of a bear. No part of it was appetizing to look at, except for maybe the strange amulet it wore, but he wasn’t about to figure out what the source of that green glow actually was right then. “Boneskinner--” he calls out, joining the convergence of others as it becomes the primary target, “--don’t let it get away, take it down!”

As he draws closer, especially within striking range, he realizes it’s even worse than he had assumed. Those mismatched bones were quite literally that---a product of meals, brethren that rendered whoever this person used to be a disgusting, mortifying hunter. Flesh may not even be it’s own--sections where tied together, strips of leathers and furs tied to keep some sort of form. It’s not even an eldritch nightmare like even Grenth’s apostles, or even his Judge---no, this is much worse ( and jormag believed rendering any and all victims to beyond insanity would bring power? no.. this was a whole new meaning of the constant coos to rest.. he meant something like this. this was something he breathed unneeded life into once they had submit to the chill ).

The creature leaps, practically into thin air, and the party can’t help but look around. The captain’s voice pierces the still air. “Where has it gone? Did it retreat?” No.. No, too easy. With how many swords were slicing it’s body into pieces, chipping away, what better way to recover than..

Eyes widen as the weaver frantically tries to spot any of the survivors hidden among the brush. “It’s hunting---Find it’s target, now!” he yells, but it’s too little and too late as the shrill cry of an Asuran cracks the forest.

“Please, stay away..!”

The group dashes, but his face is sealed, and he’s consumed in his entirety, much to the variety of horror and disgust of Elias’ fellow allies. If anything, it’s resolve, this hideous, cursed thing---it needs to be put down, quickly. The commander can feel his throat squeeze uncomfortably in nausea, but he, and everyone else, has to tough it out--for them, for their own asses. Once more, they converge, strike, and in the boneskinner’s ailments, they have enough manpower to keep the damn thing down as it thrashes with what might actually have been three different layers of kodan claws.

The rotting flesh reeks this close, and Elias catches a moment to snag that eerie amulet while it’s subdued and dazed by constant blows. Holding his breath, he goes in to snatch it from around it’s bony neck, slicing through the flimsy straps with a charged blade ( grenth.. grenth, if you’re listening.. you’ve got some poor souls to guide home..! ), tossing it aside and catching the attention of a handful of warriors. It’s clear they all have the same idea---break the totem, break the energy.

“--Now rest!” he exhales, his blade practically frozen with nervous energy as he stabs through the hollow center of the amulet, disrupting the concentration of essence. The moment someone else cracks the casing, the energy escapes, dissipating back into the forest. The boneskinner lies still, finally, no longer lit from within from cursed torment. Elias wished it felt peaceful.

There’s no joy from it, however, and although the captain looks incredibly relieved no one else had been eaten alive, no one wants to stay too long, and neither does Elias. However.. there’s one last thing he has to do before he can leave, but Captain Igenna wants to be persistent.

“This place is cursed, we should get out of here.” No kidding, eh? The weaver takes a slice of it’s hide, from the only thick part he can find. Upon closer inspection, it looks like flesh that was stretched far too thin, as if all of these corpses had simply.. grown out of one corporeal body.

Ugh.. gods.. he’d never wish that kind of thing on anyone.

“There’s one more person I have to see to, and.. I.. don’t know if this will help him or hurt him. I’ll be back at the settlement soon, though. I’ll be alright,” he sighs, even unconvinced himself. Even with gloves on, he feels dirty. This was someone. This was someone’s body he was feeding to a koda that was slowly losing his mind to hunger. This was probably one of the messengers he had come with. The captain doesn’t question him too much longer, giving him a worried look. “I’m counting on you, Commander. We can’t afford to lose you to this hellish place.”

“I know, Captain...I know.”

#｢❄ ❄｣ speak the law ; color his fantasies. ( headcanon. )#cannibalism tw #SLAPS A BIG FAT TW ON THIS #if you don't like wendigos you won't like the boneskinner.#but one of the achievements for this map is to help this poor kodan by feeding him flesh.#and it's heavily implied one of the skinners in the forest is one of his friends.#and here the commander is. feeding this guy for an ascended trinket.#:^) who :^) is :^) the :^) bad :^) guy :^) now :^)

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