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  1. Shanna amuses herself while Trilith muses and considers her situation. She flits to and fro, though her companion never moves from his spot - preferring to conserve his energy rather than waste it on frivolous activity. In short, Brutus has gotten quite lazy. Disappointment laces her features when Trilith exposes that she was not the one to cast the spell, but rather...what did? Shanna contemplates this for a moment. "I've heard some really weird things happen here. Maybe the land did it? Maybe the air. Iunno." Shanna's attention is waning to the angelic guest, and instead her curiosity is getting the better of her as she continues to peek down a dimly lit hallway. "Uhhhm, I'm here looking for something. I'm hoping that the rumored Mr. Mule-guy doesn't have it and if he does he'll trade me for it." A frown replaces her chipper demeanor. She hadn't considered a back up plan. It had always been simple, get in, get the books, and get the hell out of dodge. So what was she going to do if it didn't go that way? "I'll wing it!" Her hands clap together in determination, her inner monologue becoming outer monologue for that brief second. "Anyway, Miss Angel person - it was really amazing to meet you, I'm so glad I got to see an angel!" The glove is handed back to the rightful owner. "But now I'm gonna go down the spooky hallway and try not to get eaten by the people that live down here." Shanna mentions casually as her booted feet begin carrying her down the long corridor.
  2. "An angel is a perfect being given to us by the gods that is beautiful and smites wicked and evil stuff! Or so the story goes. I've never met an angel until now..." Shanna muses, a finger raising to her cheek as she contemplates before wiggling the glove left in her other hand. "Stop talking, please." Shanna blinks and pauses, her cheeks puffing comically as she holds her breath as well. "I am Shanna, Owner of the Red Tower, Chaos mage, and um...This is Brutus!" She points excitedly to the Hellhound who offers Trilith a dull stare mixed with a look that clearly states "run while you can." Meanwhile, Shanna continues. "I came in and you were surrounded by a time warp bubble thing, it was pretty neat, actually. I wonder how it was cast, did you cast it? Or did the monster thing?" A booted foot prods at the melted form, nudging it a bit. "If you did, could you teach me? That'd be really neat!" Shanna perks before gasping. A sheepish look is given to Trilith's outburst. "Oooooooooh, sorry, I was looking to see if there was anything that would tell me how to free you. But in my defense it looked pretty abandoned. Had a least a half inch layer of dust on it. Not to mention the apple!" Shanna withdrew it from her pocket to show her. One side still pristine while the other rotten and maggoty. Tossing the apple in the air, the witch scuttles across the room. "I knew these ruins were full of neat things, but I didn't expect to literally run into anything awesome as soon as I opened the door!"
  3. That hour was eternity. Shanna was a creature of endless movement, so while she waited there was all manner of poking and prodding being done. The sleeping bag and the other items were plundered first, then the apple was curiously studied and dissected. "So...it's a time bubble? I mean, that's what it seems to be, at least. I wonder how or why. They say that this area gets some crazy stuff, but I never would have expected to run into anything timey whimey!" Shanna gasps as she babbles, poor Brutus the brunt of her conversation. The hellhound groans, before his ears perk at the signal of the angels arrival. Shanna turns, and claps her hands as the two seemingly break free - FINALLY! - and she squeals in delight. Rushing towards Trilith, she grasps the other woman's hand and shakes it rather vigorously. "Ohmygosh, you ARE an angel, aren't you?! That was amazing, how did you get trapped in that time bubble thingy? You melted that things face! Wow - you're so amazing! And pretty! Goodness." She blabbers incoherently for a moment before pausing to catch her breath.
  4. I've never heard so quiet a Mass... Shanna gasps as frost and chill assault her visage. The woman blinks several times in an effort to clear the blurred vision that now plagues her. Her companion, sneezes once, then twice in displeasure - growling as he turns away. However, Shanna is far too intrigued by this ...frozen time piece to be deterred. She stares at it in awe - first at the woman who looks much how Shanna would picture an angel with her vibrant crimson hair and her battle forward demeanor. Then her gaze follows to the strange humanoid that the strange angel appears to be smiting. "I wonder why they're frozen?" Shanna murmurs outloud. Brutus rolls his eyes but offers no recourse on the matter, finally turning to sniff at the air. Nothing seems off, so he doesn't stop his witch from moving forward. "I wonder if I can move this guy..." Her poor lower lip is chewed upon mercilessly as thoughts roll about the hamster cage that is her brain. The spherical dimensions are lost on the witch as she moves to push at the humanoid, rotating it so that the claws aimed for the angels face are now facing away, and the angels sword would pierce into it's shoulder...in theory. "Brutus, I think we found an actual angel!" Shanna states gleefully, clapping her hands.
  5. After the gruesome events of the dismembering of their last visitor (sorry about that.), the children were much better behaved once they had a good hide chewing from the dryad. The orphanage, or so it had become called, was less of an orphanage and more of a community. A beacon of hope - a refuge for lost souls where they could find their way. Of course, many of them found their way right into service of the Dryad, or the mysterious benefactors of the place...but work was work and few of them were willing to give up the opportunity of coin. The children had learned their skills and trade, though a few of them perhaps left a bit more full of questioning morals, considering the source. Despite that, they were fed, clothed, and cared for. Few of them could ask for more than that. Loyalty was built with ties like these - loyalty so faultless that it would, and likely could, bring disaster, war, and pain to any who questioned it. "So, who is cooking dinner?" Hands on hips, the woman that was not a woman at all questioned. The bark-like flesh that covered her body was green in hue, matching the willow switches in her hair looking more vibrant than before. Flowers twined through, peeking above the boughs as a brow rose as she peered at the children. "Me, Ma." Susan answers quickly and is rewarded with a smile. "Good, good. And the boys are going to help with repairs and building, yes?" She was met with a chorus of dull groans. "That's it, get on with ye." She shooed affectionately as small and large bodies clamored to their tasks. "The rest of you, it's time to do laundry and clean." Another chorus of groans as the little ones shuffled off dejectedly.
  6. Wake up, wake up I've not seen you sleeping so sound This is no place to rest It's far too cold here on the ground There is a somber tone held by the caravan as it plods through the war-zone that had become their beloved city of Biazo. Outposts had gone up, but many refugees still had trouble letting go of what had once been their home. Despite this tone, a rather chipper young woman with an ever-shifting appearance was among them, standing out like a strange beacon along with the snowy colored companion Hellhound at her side. Shanna’s gaze peers along the once delightful landscape that is now scarred from war and devastation. “We’re almost there, Brutus.” She whispers in hushed excitement. No need to upset those she was traveling with for the time being. HEr humming resumes, much to the annoyance of the caravan. Wake up, wake up Everybody wake up Drag your bones to the fireplace heap For I must go walking as somebody else On the dreams of those fallen to sleep Several hours later, the young woman darts from the group and gasps as she comes across a foilage claimed Bi’Le’ah. Few buildings still stand, and there is evidence of recent foraging. Hopefully they have not taken what Shanna is here to seek. The sound of scratching and panicked movements catch her attention and she frowns as Brutus perks, his ears swiveling forward on his head. Just as quickly as the sound approaches, it disappears. Shanna frowns for a milisecond, before that ridiculous vapid smile replaces her visage once more. “Ah, well! Let’s see if we can’t find something neat!” She chirps to her companion, brushing aside some thick vines to pull open the nearest door that’s still intact.
  7. Greetings and salutations. Firstly, an apology to those I ghosted about 10 months ago. Those of you I speak with likely know that a child was quite literally left on my doorstep and thus became priority number one. Ten months later and I am proud to be the legal parent of a forever energetic five year old that's going on 16 next year and likely majoring in dramatics. Ten months is a ridiculously short time for an adoption, so you can only imagine the rat race that was being run. I'm fairly certain I lost enough hair to make a wig. That being said, I want to thank everyone for being patient despite my sudden absence. I intend on resuming activity with the Orphanage and The Magical Adventures of Shanna, to start. I appreciate any further patience if I am still sporadic in activity. <3 Ze Raptor.
  8. Snap. I thought the other thread was gonna go for eternity. RIP.
  9. Hello there! Although I'm super busy right now and don't have time to jump in your Mother Gaia's Home for the Lost thread, my character Valentine (from the Floracle Flower Shop and Apothecary) would like to send several large bouquets of spring flowers for the orphanage's opening. ❤️ The flowers should last for 6-8 weeks with regular watering. Lovely idea for a new organization! 

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      Lacernella Rubra

      I will include them and tag you in my next post!

  10. Two weeks has passed since the opening of the orphanage, and Dhizzandra was overwhelmed to find twenty-eight people sent to her with only a note from Jericho. He had apparently cleaned up a brothel of ill repute, and had sent the people to a ‘safe’ location. Well, Dhizzandra has never been one to turn away from either a challenge or those in need. She welcomes them in with open arms, though a few of them are wary of her outward appearance. To placate them, she takes on a temporary appearance of a human, though the growing flowers in her vibrant sunset hair would attest differently. So, all twenty eight of them settled in, somehow, in rooms not meant for sleeping. Desks were moved, books were moved, and blankets were shared. Some of the younger children managed to crowd into a single bed, though there were complaints the next morning about sleeping positions. Dhizzandra happily gave up the Matron’s room to accommodate her newest guests, the large-ish bed able to accommodate a few more. Blankets were thin, however. Fortunately, the building seemed to keep warm through the night, though Dhizzandra would never fully divulge the reasonings why. She simply inferred that it must have been an enchantment set by the previous owners. Once full and lazy, the rules were laid out. They were simple, if you stayed, you helped. Whether it be teaching the children, or helping add to the building that would eventually house them all before they found their way out into the world to provide themselves with purpose. It seemed, many of them found this preferable to their prior living conditions, and had little qualm with it. For now, however, there were steps to recovery. Avery, one of the younger women with the group (though barely more than a child) seemed most eager to be helpful. “Are you sure I can’t help put the kids to bed?” She asks, and Dhizzandra offers her a gentle smile. “If you wish, I will not turn down the help. In the morning, we can make pancakes with jam.” The dryad offers, tucking an errant strand behind the young woman’s ear. The hesitant pleasure that lights in Avery’s eyes is more than enough reward.
  11. Children’s Refuge – Now known as Mother Gaia’s Home for Lost Souls The Children’s refuge was an orphanage based in Dougton that began with what appeared to be a hope and dream. Unfortunately, it’s headmistress disappeared and the place has been allowed to go to shambles, though there were rumors of psychic children being held captive. Since the harrowing events that set the foundation for making that dream a reality, renowned member of Justice, Dhizzandra (link in profile) has taken it upon herself to renew the building with vigor and hope. This place is to help those displaced by the civil war – while quietly helping the organization of Justice as well and could not have come at a better time. For more information on the Ophranages origins, see the related articles below. Due to Dhizzandra’s background and her own ‘mother’ being called Gaia (of Earth), she has chosen to follow in the Gaianist beliefs of peace before harm, a practice that she hopes to give to the children as well. From the psychic children’s previously house, all notes regarding any research have been sent to the appropriate people. Current orphans available for adoption are 3 children from Blairville: Peter – Age 12 – Blonde and amber eyed. He is a cautious, but brave young man who dislikes bullying. Lucy – Age 8 – Shy and slow to trust, a little bit bossy, as well. Lucy is definitely a kid who requires patience. Ruby – Age 6. Sweet and all too trusting, she’s got a sweet tooth like no other, however. – Come one, come all! Our doors are always open! Mother Gaia’s Home for Lost Souls cont’d : Children's Refuge , Dark Days , A Meeting and a Mask. , and Raising an Orphanage
  12. In Dougton, there was once an orphanage. It was capable of housing 24 children - quite the feat for a single headmistress. It was a gorgeous home with an inviting layout. Though it's headmistress had long ago disappeared, and various schemes had been planned behind it's walls, it had finally been given hope once more. Rebirth through the war, an opportunity to help. Those children displaced by the current civil war are most welcomed, with open (though slightly green) arms. The orphanage runs off of self-sustainability, a small farmyard behind the house, and lanterns to light their way. Children who come to this place are taught all the basic skills, as well as how to defend themselves to some minor degree. This is to hope that they will never become victims to tyranny, or will choose to stand against what they know is wrong. A strong sense of moral Justice is offered to those willing to learn it. For the moment, the orphanage only houses 3 children. All of them from Blairville, and consisting of one boy and two young girls. The young man, Peter(age 12), has taken it upon himself to be a protector of sorts for Lucy (age 8 ) and Ruby (Age 6). While scared and distrustful, they have come to think of the orphanage as a second home where they will be protected and safe. Dhizzandra watches over them with pleased determination. The Dryad is simply happy to have a place to belong in this world - and she is pleased to help others, as well. Children 13 Adults 18 Completion of necessary buildings 10% Important threads/children acquisition: Home of the Brave. Children currently available for adoption: Blairville children: Peter – Age 12 – Blonde and amber eyed. He is a cautious, but brave young man who dislikes bullying. Lucy – Age 8 – Shy and slow to trust, a little bit bossy, as well. Lucy is definitely a kid who requires patience. Ruby – Age 6. Sweet and all too trusting, she’s got a sweet tooth like no other, however. Izral Children: Susan – Age 14 – An older, jaded girl who was rescued by Jericho from a brothel in Izral. She doesn’t have much hope for the world, but she’s learning that not everyone is bad. Brinley – Age 8 – Young and cheerful, she takes joy in simple things. Jessica – Age 6 – Another young and cheerful child. She likes butterflies and flowers, but we aren’t into the flavor red this week. William – age 4. – This young boy loves to run in mud puddles and play with worms, as young boys tend to do. Caitlyn – Age 2 – Often influenced by William regarding bugs and mud. She particularly dislikes nap-time. Derrick – Age 10 – Idolizes Peter and wants to protect the others from ever being treated poorly again. He’s often defensive on first meetings. Jonathan – Age 1 – Babbles with attitude. Hates diapers. Andromeda – Age 6 months – Sleeps a lot, when not screaming. Daniella – Age 10 – Sullen and moody, prone to dramatics. Kendra – Age 12 – Preteen. No more need be said.
  13. “Well, shall we get started then?” Her voice is loud among the silent halls, and the woman extends out an arm, wrapping it into vines and twigs as it finds purchase in the wall. Her unique talent to tap into buildings was a boon in this case, as she stretched her limited power to repair the wood of the doorframe, though it would claim a more rustic appearance afterwards. Perhaps that was for the best, as such things were considered more home like. When she had finished, and most things repaired enough to keep the weather out, Dhizzandra withdrew and flopped heavily in a dust and moth eaten chair. “Whew.” She offers to the silence, before frowning gently. She needed something to barter with for her initial supplies. She had been provided some small coin, and gathered some here and there along the way, but it wouldn’t last long. The quiet was too much, it made her long for the tavern and the forest, and it made her heart heavy and ache with the throb of missing her child. It made her long for days where things were simple, and made her curse love. Curse herself for finding it, and curse her mending heart for giving into it so easily. Curse the man who’d filled her with such hope, too. Her frustration mounted for a moment before she let it release in a sigh. “Does no good to dwell on such things.” She mutters only to herself as she stands once more. Sweeping her gaze along it is but a moment before she is in movement again. Through the foyer and to the upstairs to check the condition of the sheets and beds. She finds them in tolerable condition, though a tad musty. Beds are expensive, anywhere you go, so that will have to wait until it is possible for them to create some revenue by selling whatever goods they make. Dougton will be a perfect place for this, as it thoroughly seems to enjoy food and well-made items. There are a few items that will need to be replaced, but most of it seems otherwise intact, if unused. The furniture in the foyer will most likely need replaced, but the dryad figures she can replace it with her own grown chairs when the time comes. Humming to herself, she turns to assess the garden, peering at it. It was just a small yard, filled with shrubs and the like. Hardly fitting for a garden – much less a playground for the children to run off any excess energy in. So, instead of touching the Earth with her powers, she kneels to pray to Gaia quietly. “Mother, please forgive any trespasses I may have made against you. I seek only to create in your name.” Dhizzandra offers gently, kneeling to press her forehead to the dirt for a long moment before she rights herself. Remaining on her knees, the Dryad begins to pluck the weeds with tender hands. She hums as she works until nightfall, happy to do so. 3/3
  14. Once Dhizzandra reached the hall, it was rather easy to get council with those in charge. She was, afterall, an outsider who claimed to want to help. They were both suspicious and wary, as they should be, but curious nonetheless. “Why should we let an outsider run our orphanage?” One of them asked, leaning forward. “Well, it wouldn’t be run on your dime, so to speak. I wouldn’t ask the city for funding. It would look really good to house the orphans from the war in your city. I met a young man when I first came here – Barric. A sweet boy who helped me when I was in need, and he told me of this wonderful village and how warm and inviting it is – wouldn’t that be something grand for all of Terenus to see?” The dryad questions. “I get to home children and help raise them, and you get the political benefit, and the benefit of holding it over the other cities heads that you have housed their war orphans. This is a wonderful agricultural city, I am of the Earth – Gaia, as we both often know her. I can make plants flourish and grow at my whim.” She beckons forth a small fern from her hair, trailing her fingers over it fondly. “So, we can benefit one another. I wish to make the orphanage as self-sustaining as possible, it will have a garden and the proper knowledge will be given to the children before they are either adopted or choose to live among the rest of the world.” She clasps her hands in front of her then, peering eagerly at the group. An older gentleman leans back, peering at her with a suspicious glint in his eyes. “And what if what you say is untrue?” “Then execute me, or punish me as per your laws. I am willing to bend to them.” Dhizzandra states, conviction in her tone. Of course, that would garner a raising of brows before they turned to murmur amongst one another. It was several moments of heated discussion before they turned back to Dhizzandra. “We will not fix the home, nor will we give you any funds. If you wish to take the home to turn into an orphanage, so be it. We will send officers every so often to check in on you, however.” “As is appropriate.” A gleaming smile touches her visage, with it, the lighted flower atop of her head brightens as she turns to head back towards the Children’s refuge. IT will take some work, but she is firm in her belief that it can be used. The door is unlocked, and the entry way in shambles from lack of use – and what is likely squatting from the homeless people that do plague the city. Though Dhizzandra hasn’t seen any, she knows they are there. They are always present. Human nature, no matter the realm, seems to run along the same basic foundation. Where there are well off and rich, greedy people, there will be those without. Nature worked in the same way. Some wolf packs ate freely, while others left behind pack members who couldn’t survive. 2/3
  15. The air was familiar, spicy and warm – like a cold winter evening huddled near a fire with a cup of cider. It fluttered on the breeze over the fields and gardens that lined the streets and outter limits of the small city – and Dhizzandra was immediately filled with a familial warmth. Some of the city looks as though it has seen better days, the small and well-built homes practical and non-imposing as they lined the streets leading in to the center. It was a quaint little city – she had to admit, and it was easy to see how such a place could produce someone like Barric. The dryad hoped he was well, as her thoughts passed to the young sorcerer who had assisted her when she first arrived in the land. She notices the lack of a Rail station, much to her disappointment. Ashton had spoken of them often, and she had wanted to see them first hand – but alas, she must wait it seems. Her nose leads her towards the Lovely Giant, and while she wishes desperately to satiate her curiosity with some of the food that Dougton is known for making – Dhizzandra has a mission. Those on the streets likely stare as the green skinned woman passes by, or perhaps they are simply used to this sort of attention, she wonders as she watches a gnome dart by – product in hand. Her attention turns back to the task at hand, however, and she meanders until she finds the abandoned building she is looking for. The Children’s Refuge was once an orphanage – if it could be called that – and over the years it has been home to many a people, both terrible and good. According to what knowledge was known, at one point it was a faux orphanage with the intention of research with psychic children behind it. All that, however, is in the past and the woman stared at the derelict building for a long moment, as if contemplating. Surely there was some sort of council she must seek to gain access. Dougton was a peaceful little village, it seemed, but she had no doubt that it’s law-abiding citizens would turn upon her. Spying a nearby officer, Dhizzanrda smiles brightly and moves to intercept. “Ah, excuse me, sir?!” Startled, the man peers at the strange flowers growing from atop her head, before raising a brow. “Yes?” “Might I ask who I can purchase a building from?” There is doubt in his gaze, and he scoffs. “You looking to settle down?” “Well, ideally, I’d like to run the orphanage. Building a home for kids who don’t have one has…kind of always been something I’ve aspired to do.” “Wellll….I suppose ya better go to the council. It’s the big building over there. Can’t miss it.” A wave of his hand in a general direction was given, and Dhizzandra pauses, blinking rapidly for a moment. “O..oh. Alright, thank you!” The dryad turns, and heads for the Town Council so that she may request permission to use the building once used by Sara Annette. The two story building had seen better days, but with some tender love and care, it could be a useful part of the city once more. 1/3.
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