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"My skills? I'm capable of a little of this and that. I can mend clothing and weave baskets. I've always liked keeping things tidy and organized. I'm good at foraging. I know what plants are edible and which ones aren't. Most important of all, I am a healer. My knowledge of plants comes in handy...

"No, sir. Not really." The truth was that all Anthriel could remember was fire. There was lots of fire and screaming. She could almost smell the scent of burning flesh and feel the smoke burning her lungs. This was what had flashed before her very eyes earlier. The memory had often come to her...

Anthriel offered a gentle smile to the captain. "It isn't as though you had anything to do with it, sir. I do appreciate your actions and won't hold a grudge against all pirates for the actions of some." In the back of her mind, she knew that she would still feel uneasy while in the Pirate cove...

Anthriel forced herself to meet Rashida's stern gaze. "I apologize. I've grown accustomed to poor treatment as of late. I'm willing to do some chores in exchange for a meal. I really wouldn't feel right accepting your kind gesture any other way." The idea of going somewhere less crowded was...

Anthriel bristled slightly at the other woman's tone. The look of disapproval had been one thing, but her condescending tone actually caused an angry blush to color the elf's cheeks. She lowered her head, embarrassed that such a thing had bothered her in the first place. Why does everyone seem...

"Anthriel. My name is Anthriel, sir. We elves don't really use surnames so much as titles, and I haven't acquired a title just yet." She turned to take note of the other woman and found her quite intimidating. Anthriel inched back, placing the Pirate Lord between them.

Anthriel followed closely behind the Pirate Lord, looking much like a porcelain doll. She stood at a mere five feet in height and had a smooth, pale complexion. Her hair was long and curly with an odd, almost pink tint to it. Her entire being almost seemed to emit an ethereal glow of sorts. As...

The tailor returns and ushers Anthriel into a fitting room before she has a chance to protest. The tailor helps clean her up a little and gets her into the dress. She also pins the girl's curls back away from her face but leaves them flowing behind. After finally being satisfied with her...

Anthriel's cheeks burned red as she noticed the Pirate Lord averting his gaze. Who knows how many others hadn't been so kind? She reminded herself quickly that one mustn't worry about things that cannot be changed. "I'm not completely sure where here is. I'm not even completely sure where I came...

Anthriel watched the exchange and noted the roll of parchment. It seemed as though the man before her held a great deal of power around here. Not only did an entire crowd part for him, but it now seemed that he was an enforcer of the rules. Dip him? The words caught Anthriel's attention and...

The Pirate's eyes widened at the sight of the Pirate Lord himself. He'd been told by the Pirate Lord before that capturing and selling vulnerable girls was unacceptable. One could watch as the gears in his head began to turn, but being a bit on the dim side, the words that tumbled from his mouth...

The marketplace at the edge of the cove was bustling with activity as usual. There were small booths displaying their wares, most of them no doubt stolen from Royalist supply ships. Few turned to take notice when a hulking, burly pirate came through urging a struggling girl along in front of...

Name: Anthriel Species: Elf Gender: Female Age: Appears to be mid-twenties Appearance: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_03/20090911230349.jpg.bdcac079550e98859e75fa754094fa59.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="112893"...

Anthriel had been startled as the voices of the others met her eyes. One had clasped at her chest, her heart fluttering madly. Her little audience scattered at once, not trusting the strangers in the garden. She took comfort in the fact that she would be allowed to return. Part of her simply...

Though Anthriel did not hear the calls of the others, the entrance to the garden had been left partially uncovered. An ethereal glow seemed to dance about the edge of the vine curtain and escape where it hadn't fallen into place. A beautiful, musical sounds also escaped as the woman perched on...

She allowed herself a few more moments to sob silently as a warm hand stroked her hair. The feeling was pleasant and oh so comforting. Lotharn knew of the world outside her garden. He knew of distant lands and of fighting and death. He knew a great deal more than such a sheltered soul could ever...

He'd touched her. He had really touched her and seemed concerned about her safety. No one had treated Anthriel this way since she was but a wee child. Her heart ached at the kindness shown to her, the tears flowing freely now. It seemed she should say something, but her mind raced and couldn't...

"Well, I've told you the story of the garden's creation. It is my home and always has been. It represents love and how my came to be, how I came to be. Now that mama and papa are gone, it is all that I have, the last piece of my family. I couldn't possibly leave. That is how I came to find...

The tale of the beautiful pixie and the wood elf was woven as these two strangers listened. She told them of her parents and the garden, how her parents had been lost due to unrest in the lands. She told them how wood elves, those who had heard the story as children still came to see the garden...