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Punchinello Longfello
Posted: 21 Jul 2003 03:30 PM |
** At a Glance
You see a well-muscled, handsome male human posing and strutting with confidence. You'll notice that he is heavily tattooed with tribal markings. He has long known the soothing power of music, and the quiet strength of the blade and hopes to put them both to good use as he seeks his fortune out in the world.
** Personality
He talks with a silver tongue, often mesmerizing the audiences that he entertains. He can be boastful of his skills, and past adventures; he frequently embellishes the true story.
He is proud of his body, and won't hesitate to show it off. At times, he will flirt with the ladies a bit too much.
He uses his powers of persuasion to his advantage. Sometimes getting elusive important information; often using it to better himself only.
** Family, Relationships & History
Though he may have a silver tongue, he was by no means born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He survives by wits, cunning, and skill. He did spend time with a wandering barbaric tribe, learning that sometimes a quiet strong blade is more effective that a good powerful rhythmic tune.
** Particular, Observable Quirks
He likes to perform in front of audiences, especially when he thinks he can get payment for it. Since he likes to show off his body (and thinks clothes just impeded his artistic movements), he performs in his erotic briefs, which are obviously of a fine quality.
** LIST OF POEMS AND STORIES (by Punchinello)
Poem: My First Time
Poem: Lady From Kent
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Re: Punchinello Longfello
Posted: 21 Jul 2003 08:11 PM |
Hmmm...
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Re: Punchinello Longfello
Posted: 25 Jul 2003 05:49 AM |
*note : I took some small liberty with artistic license here, I hope it doesn't step on anybody's vision of the world of Vives, or for that matter any native american *
** sorry for the length and it's pretty rough too ( Noggin demanded that i get this up ASAP ) **
CHAPTER 1 ( j/k)
Tonkalu begin his life in the Chokaoli tribe of the Oeskeso Clan near the Latonei Forest. His peoples lived the simple lives of nomadic hunter-gatherers. With not much more then what could be packed up and carried on their backs, as the herds of grazing animals followed their migratory habits with the passing of the seasons. Born as the first son of Eamonoo'e, Tonkalu was destined to follow in his father's footsteps as the medicine man to his tribe. Life was good for Tonkalu, his people were at peace, food was plentiful, he had a sharp mind for his father's lessons, and upon reaching naming age Tonkalu had caught the eye of Nawenese.
Tonkalu's sixteenth summer had come and it was time for him to become a man in the eyes of his tribe. It was time for him to make his name. Tonkalu had already made his name amongst his people when naming day came. On that day, he became Eemohone Katuke : The Hunting Dog. Like his new name Eemohone was very skilled as a hunter and could out hunt most of the men in his tribe. Strong in build, quick of mind, learned in the ways of his father's medicines...... It was not long before Eemohone became the unwitting subject of a woman's designs.
Summer had turned to fall early on that year. Eemohone's people had just begun the move to their winter hunting grounds when Nawenese approached Eemohone. Nawenese was younger then Eemohone by a winter but, like most girls of the Chokaoli, she was already considered to be grown woman. As daughter of the Zuya Wicasa ( War-leader ) she was to be a great prize to any man that could make her his. Let it be told that Nawenese's beauty, even at such a young age, was already blooming into the stuff of legends. Many a man had already fallen to her beguiling beauty and fickle nature. Soon she was to have a mate, if not by her choosing then by her father's. This was not the first time she had approached Eemohone........... but it was to be the last.
The early chill had caught many off guard this year. Nawenese, being one of them, had not the time to prepare a new coat for herself to keep the cold at bay. Unlike all the other times that she had favored Eemohone with her requests. This time she came to him publicly, in front of the chief, in front of her father,in front of the tribe, and most of all in front of Chatoka, the chief's eldest son. Chatoka and Eemohone's rivalry was already heated from Chatoka's jealousy of Eemohone's gifted abilities. More times then not, Chatoka had to stand aside as Eemohone recieved the praises of the elders, and even his own father's. Eemohone and Chatoka would compete for just about anything.... most of all, for the hand of Nawenese. It was here, in a public request, that Nawenese rebeled against her father's wishes to marry Chatoka and gave her favor to Eemohone. The favor of finding her the most splendid hide in which to make her new coat.
Eemohone knew of which hide she spoke, she spoke of the great white stag. A very rare and precious hide to those that could aquire it. Likewise, Chatoka knew of which hide she spoke. Eemohone knew right away what the girl was asking for. It was much more then just the hide. With his heart and soul he set out immediately to find the white stag. Not taking the public admonishment well, Chatoka followed soon after. He was not about to lose that which was supposed to be his to a girl's childish request. He was, after all, to be chief someday, and he would not let the son of simple witch doctor garner the hand of his soon-to-be-wife.
Eemohone set off to the Mystic Woods. It was here that the white stag made his home. Though it was not easy, Eemohone picked up a trail that could only be that of Nawenese's desire. Eemohone was following the tracks when he heard a noise off the trail. Not being too certain of the sounds, he left the trail and went to investigate the noises. He soon came upon a small clearing and it was here that he found the source of the noise.
What he came upon was a ghastly visage. Strewn about the clearing were the remains of four wolf cubs and another larger corpse. Upon closer inspection Eemohone saw that it was actually two animals. The larger was a Crag Cat, the smaller one was a wolf. They were locked in what appeared to be their final struggle in life. Each had countless gaping wounds, the flesh being rendered to the bone with many of them. The she-wolf still had her final bite upon the throat of the cat. On his approach and to his amazement, the she-wolf was still breathing. It was very low and shallow, she was soon to breath her last. As he stood over the the grim scene, the she-wolf seemed to notice his presence and glared at him with her one remaining eye. Still gripping the cat within her jaws, an almost inaudible gurgling noise came from between her still interlocked teeth. She was growling at him! The she-wolf's sheer ferocity made Eemohone shed a tear. Though dying she still tried to defend her already dead cubs.
A small movement by the flanks of the the she-wolf gave Eemohone a start. Struggling to free itself from under it's mother was another pup. The wolf-mother stopped her attempt to growl and made a noise that could only have been a cry as the cub struggled free from beneath her haunches. Rolling her eye first to the cub and then to Eemohone, her stare softened as the blood soaked cub nuzzled at it's dying mother. Knowing her death was soon the she-wolf let her grip go and tried to clean the crimson gore off her last remaining pup.
Looking back, the she-wolf's gaze sent a feeling of a mother's love to Eemohone. She licked the pup one last time and used her muzzle to nestle the cub against Eemohone's mocasin. Eemohone bent down to one knee. With one hand he scooped up the wolf-cub, and with the other he placed it upon the dying mother's head. In affirmation of the newly placed responsibility the she-wolf turned her head and licked Eemohone's knee. Her eye then dimmed as the remains of her life quietly seeped into the earth. Eemohone gently placed the wolf's head on the ground. Raising quickly he turned and ran cradling his new parcel under his arm. Quietly leaving behind the sullen scene and a trail of shed tears.
The small wolf was morose for awhile. Seeming to grieve for it's lost mother. In three days time Eemohone had picked up another warm trail. The wolf-cub, shedding it's berievement, instinctively knew it was on the hunt once more. It playfully began to chase Eemohone's heels as they quickly tracked their prey. The wolf-cub soon became well aware that Eemohone was now it's foster parent. It wasn't long before the new friends noticed another set of tracks........... Chatoka!
Following the two sets of tracks down into a heavily shaded river valley, Eemohone knew that his quarry was soon to be within his sight. Deftly moving through the thick underbrush, as the old forest gave way to the new, Eemohone's heart bagan to pound. How could he have been so foolish as to think that Chatoka would not come to claim the hide and the hand of Nawenese? Silently he mouthed curses as he broke away from the tracks, moving slightly away from them to gain a better position. He sensed the stag's presence now...... thirst.....water..... He was going to his favorite watering hole. Eemohone quickly and noiselessly moved to an almost familiar vantage point lightly looking over the crystal pool of water formed along the creek bed.
The pool was illuminated by sunlight that cascadeed thru the broken canopy of the forest. An almost tranquil and sedate feeling came upon Eemohone as he drew his bow and nocked an arrow. Soon........ There, coming through the brush was the Stag. A magnificent creature. A coat of white, pure as the first mountain snows. The extremely large rack of antlers told of this creatures stature amongst the woodland inhabitants. Drawing the cat-gut to his cheek, breathing slowly out his nose he sighted the arrow that was to give him Nawenese's hand. A small flash of color, down and slightly askew from him revealed what he suspected. Chatoka! Eemohone could plainly see that Chatoka was also about to cheat him of his favor. A muted twang came to Eemohone's ear as he let his arrow fly. The large white stag gave a jump as an arrow slammed home just below the shoulderblade. Not a one-stepper, but it'll bring him down. The stag cryed out in pain as it leapt back into the brush. Running from the pain of the arrow, not realizing that it was already dead. Chatoka's victory yell reverberated through the clearing as both he and Eemohone jumped up to give chase to the frantic animal. One arrow..... One arrow had hit the stag. The thought running through his mind as he ran through the forest.
The would be suitors soon realized each others presence as the chase began. Being in front, Chatoka got the adavntage on Eemohone. Chatoka snarled curses at Eemohone over his shoulder as the two of them ran quickly after their prey. They both knew what was at stake, and niether was going to let the other be the first to the stag. After what seemed an hour, the rivals came upon the prone form of the stag. Eemohone was there, ten paces behind Chatoka. Eemohone's pulse beat into his brain, and his heart leapt into his throat as Chatoka rolled the animal over.
One arrow protruded from the stag's now limp form. One arrow, one of them had missed! Eemohone slided to a stop next to Chatoka as he grabbed the arrow. Eemohone's hand grasped Chatoka's arm as he pulled the arrow out. Chatoka tried to throw the arrow but Eemohone's grip caused him to drop the arrow. Red eagle's feathers, not Horned owl..... the arrow belonged to Eemohone. Eemohone let his hold go reaching for the arrow. Chatoka screamed as he frantically searched the stag's body for another arrow wound. Gripping the blood coated arrow Eemohone stood and turned to claim his right to Nawenese's hand.
Sheer hatred boiled to Chatoka's face as he realized that the witch boy had beaten him again. NO! Not this time..... He was Chatoka, first-son of Nacajinn chief of the Chokaoli tribe and elder of the clan. It was he who would return with the stag pelt, and he who would take Nawenese's hand. Not this time would he go back, shame-faced, as this petulent upstart would recieve the praise and him the looks of failure. NOT this time........ Chatoka's hand slid down to his belt strap, fingers wrapping with death around the hilt of his grand-father's fighting knife.
Eemohone just managed to keep Chatoka's blade from going into his heart, catching him just below his left clavicle. The force and weight of the attack dropped Eemohone and Chatoka to the ground. The pulsating pain in Eemohone's shoulder drummed in rythmn with his racing mind. He and Chatoka had fought on many occasions. Both going home bloodied and bruised, but never!, never had they drawn their knives. Chatoka had tried to kill him just now. With all his strength Eemohone realized that he now fought Chatoka, not for Nawenese's favor, but for his very LIFE! The two rolled until Chatoka, using his greater strength, sat kneeling across a prone Eemohone's midsection. Four hands gripped a knife that's point was posed above Eemohon's heart.
Eemohone struggled to get the larger man off him. Try as he did, he could not budge Chatoka. The Knife blade slowly started to descend, pressing to his chest the point began to draw blood. Eemohone's strength was flowing out of his gaping shoulder wound. His left hand was already numb from the blood loss. His grip began to slip away as the point of the blade pricked into his flesh. Eemohone was certain he was not going to win this fight! With what was to be his last breath he screamed his ancestral war-cry, taught to him so many moons ago by his father. Father! Nawenese...people who would never see him again.
As Eemohone's war-cry faded from his throat, and the tears of his death began to gleem in the corner of his eyes. A grey blur clouded his vision. The wolf-cub had pounced at Chatoka's face! Sinking it's tiny jaws into Chatoka's cheek and raking claws against his face. The wolf-cub's attack momentarily surprised Chatoka. Eemohone tried to get out from under Chatoka but his weight was too much for the weakened man. Eemohone's hand brushed against something...feathers? The arrow! Eemohone grabbed at the feathers. A loud yelp proceeded the thud of limp flesh against the ground as Chatoka smashed the damnable beast into the earth. Chatoka screamed victory as he lifted the knife in both hands to pierce Eemohone's breast. Chatoka's scream ended in a bubbling cackle as the arrowhead pierced his windpipe and came to rest at the base of his skull. Chatoka, eyes wide with the realization that he had been bettered once again spasmed once and fell.
The next few days were a haze for Eemohone. He didn't fully remember how he managed to tend his wound, build a skiff, and drag Chatoka's dead body back to the tribe's winter camp ground. The stag's pelt was forgotten in all this. Mind swimming in a fever, body near collapse he was found by a hunting party not far from the camp. The air of the camp was somber when he recovered from his tribulation.
It was against tribal law to kill the eldest son of the chief. Eemohone sat stoically, his arm bandaged and in a sling, as the law of the tribe was read to him. His father and mother wept openly as the punishment for his crime was given to him by Nacajinn, Chatoka's father and chief. He was to be stripped of all possesions, erased from the tribal ledgers, branded as a murderer, and banished into the lands never to find rest within his or any other clan's land again. He was to become Cha Sunka..... a person of no honor, family, tribe, or clan. A wanderer, stripped from his peoples because of his actions. The brand that they burned onto his neck paled in comparision to the pain Nawenese's spittle caused. Pain, as it dripped from his face while he was lead out of tribal lands, a Cha Sunka, never to find a home again.
Eemohone somehow managed to survive through the harshest that the winter had to offer. The only thing remaining of his former life was his knowledge, a freshly puckering scar on his neck, and a little wolf-cub that managed somehow to make it back to camp with him. It had scittered off as the hunting party approached. Though Eemohone doubts it was ever very far away. He came up to him not long after the banishing escort took off his shackles and tussled him onto his unknown path. The wolf-cub, nay... the wolf, as he had grown through the winter months was his constant companion and only friend left.
The winter months soon gave way to the spring thaw. Eemohone and his wolf were hunting for food one day. They came across a large cave. Wishing to see what was inside Eemohone entered the cave. Little did Eemohone realize that this was where his new life would begin.
The cave's entrance was large enough to let light in quite a distance inside. Eemohone was about forty paces inside when he learned that he had made a foolish mistake. An extremely large bear with white growths on it's forehead and shoulders called this cave home. Eemohone's mere presence in it's cave sent the animal into a fury. It attacked Eemohone. Before Eemohone could even lift his crude bow, the Dire bear ( as Eemohone later found out ) had struck twice. With a speed and stealth that belied the great bears size he slashed Eemohone across the back and across his stomach, partially disemboweling him. Eemohone gladly welcomed this death. Tired of the wandering, tired of the sadness, tired of being Cha Sunka he fell to his knees....waiting for the next blow to finish him. A great light flashed as Eemohone passed into unconsciousness. The Great Spirit was going to take him after all..........................
Eemohone awoke to a crude camp. The fire blazing against the night's early spring chill. A white man dressed in a suit of shining metal kneeled across from him. The top of his head was bald though the sides had been grown long and pulled into a ponytail behind his head. He spoke funny words to Eemohone as he scrambled to his side. Gently he rested his hand against Eemohone's head as a glorious energy spread into his body. There was no pain, only a warm glow that filled the emptiness inside of Eemohone's belly. He should be dead, the bear had all but killed him....... No, he was still alive. Eemohone blinked as the power faded. Looking down at Eemohone the man's face was filled with kindness and compassion.... the night faded back in and Eemohone slept.
That was a year ago. The Man, now known to Eemohone as Ban-Yon, had rescued Eemohone from the bear. He had healed his wounds and took the boy to the village of Icy Vale. There Eemohone's strength returned and he journeyed with Ban-Yon to another white man village. Eemohone had never seen anything like it. The tents of stone as high as the sky, canoes that carried many peoples on a river with only one side. From there Ban-Yon took Eemohone to a small wood camp with a nice beautiful garden. The ladies that took Eemohone in were very kind and began to teach him of the white man's lands. Eemohone still being gifted, learned quickly from the sisters. He learned the white man's tongue, he learned of the lands and villa...Citees, he learned of the wee-folks........ Still, all the knowledge didn't stop the pain. He was a Cha Sunka. A nomad amongst peoples. Ban-Yon and the sisters may have healed his body, but his heart and mind were still in pain. Everynight he's goes out to sit under the stars with the one who knows his pains, Kaga the wolf. Soon Eemohone must go. He must wander again. Though the wounds of his body are healed his tourted past is always a stark reminder. No learning can make him forget the pain of Cha Sunka. He has life-debt to Ban-Yon. Ban-Yon has asked him to go out into the world and make a new life. A life in a place, and with peoples that are foreign to him. He will try to do as Ban-Yon has asked.
And so Eemohone's journey begins
* i said it was long*
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Re: Punchinello Longfello
Posted: 25 Jul 2003 04:58 PM |
VERY good read, I like the indian/tribal sounding names...is there anyway to edit it though to put a space between paragraphs for easy reading though? :P. Other than that, great submission, kept me wanting chapter :P
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Re: Punchinello Longfello
Posted: 25 Jul 2003 06:33 PM |
I had it all neatly spaced and type in the original post Fen... Somehow it got converted to this ugly mess. It was real late last night when i finished so i didn't feel like muckin with it. I'll try and fix it later tonite perhaps
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Fennel Turningleaf
Posted: 27 Jul 2003 11:28 AM |
Fennel would like to join your group!
Fennel Turningleaf
Fennel Truningleaf is the son of Rosemary Starnipple (Neek’s sister) and Basil Turningleaf (a wealthy Elfin trader). The union brought a mix of feats and skills from both parents. Like all members of the Starnipple clan, Fennel’s eye is as sharp as the winter wind and his marksmanship with a long bow almost uncanny. In addition to the Starnipple traits, Fennel has acquired his father’s skills as a merchant but with a strange twist; He seems to have picked up a unique talent for magic. No one is really quite sure as to where this trait sprang from and it has been the topic of many a family gathering. Even at an early age, while the other youngsters where “thumping” rats, Fennel could be found wandering the forest collecting odd shaped stones or sitting under his favorite tree reading books on the history of Vives.
Fennel has now grown into a fine strong young elf and is ready to make his way in the world. His skills as an archer and his eye for a good business opportunity make him an excellent traveling companion. He has gleaned much information from the “old books” and his skills as a spell caster are just now beginning to manafest themselves.
Physical Characteristics
Tall and just a little too thin;
Somewhat pale complexion for an elf;
Brown hair and eyes;
Clothes; more fitting a spell caster than a fighter
As all members of the Starnipple lineage, very light on his feet as well as with his bow.
Personality
Voice light with a tinge of laughter in it;
Always looking for a profit (not quite greed, but close)
He is a good team player.
Looks out for others as well as himself
Is comfortable in both a city and forest environment.
Aspires to be a master in the “arcane” arts
AD&D Statistics
Race: Elf
Classes: Fighter 3, Wizard 1,
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Deity: (he won’t talk about this to other’s)
Stats:
Strength: 16
Dexterity: 15
Constitution; 13
Wisdom: 12
Intelligence: 12
Charisma: 8
Favored gear: Primary: Mahogany Compound Longbow. Secondary: Long sword.
Armor: Padded Armor & Shield
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