Gianne Basete

[Gianne Basete]

Race: Human Birthday: 3rd Day of Spring, 493 AV Age: 19 Gender: Female Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Hazel Languages: Common (Fluent), Nura (Gnosis), Tukant (Poor) Apperance & Physic Gianna has dark brown hair that trails to the middle of her back, with light, hazel eyes. She is light complected with a full bodied build; sturdy and healthy with curves that speak of a good upbringing. At an average height of 5'7", she isn't tall but then isn't short. She has an open, expressive face, and tends to talk with her hands. Gianne prefers to dress plainly when she can, barely ever slipping into a fancy dress. Her normal attire is a pair of earth toned pants, simple tops of varying colors, and a pair of sturdy knee-high leather boots. She tries to keep well groomed to make up for the fact that she rarely dresses up. Personality Gianne is a morally neutral person. If it's within her power, she would try to do a good deed such as help a person in need, but if she was wronged in some way she would also try and extract reparation. In general she is a kind woman and enjoys good company. She loves watching professional performances, listening to music, and has a passion for animals and the wilderness. Most of her time is spent outside if she can avoid being cooped up. She can be hotheaded and stubborn when she wants something badly, or if she gets rubbed the wrong way, but Gianne usually tries to find diplomatic solutions to her problems. Ever since being marked by Caiyha, a slow change has crept over her. Gianne has begun to lose the polite, civilized carriage of herself that her mother so painstakingly trained into her. Now, she favors the wilder, more feral nature aspect that had been buried deep inside her more or less domesticated being. She no longer has the same values and beliefs since her eyes have been opened to a new world, and a new way of thinking. Some people might think that now she'd fit in better with a pack of wolves than her own kind. History 3rd Day of Spring, 493 AV Gianne was born on a cold and rainy spring morning in Zeltiva, to Janelynne and Kartin Basete. Her mother Janelynne works as a seamstress, while her father Kartin is an architect. Janelynne's pregnancy was mostly normal with only minor complications, despite Gianne being born a few weeks later than she should have. She was a healthy baby at birth. Big and squalling and hungry. 13th Day of Fall, 512 AV A lot happened on this day. In fact, so far it has been the most important day of her life. A significant fire had scorched a portion of the Sea of Grass. Early that morning Gianne had ridden out on her gelding Gill and stumbled onto the flames. She made a near fatal mistake when she tried to rescue a newborn colt from the blaze. For her efforts she received terrible third degree burns on her legs from the knee down, with second and first degree from there up. But death, it seemed, would not be her fate that day. Caiyha had been watching her for some time and took the opportunity to save Gianne's life, taking her to a safe place in the fringe forest. It was here that she told Gianne of her plan for her, marking her as her own and bestowing upon her the ability and responsibilities of a Phylonurist. For now her place will remain in Cyphrus, taking care of the grassland that had very nearly almost taken her life on more than one occasion. The day though was not yet over. Whether Caiyha knew Gianne would be rescued or not is still a mystery, but her closest companions succeeded in finding where she lay, unable to return to the Sanctuary unassisted. Rhy and Serrif saved her life and took her home, but not before she and Rhy made the unbreakable bond shared between Kelvics and their chosen. It was a day that none of them would forget, for good and bad reasons alike.

[Gianne Basete]

Combat Skills Experience Total Proficiency Shortbow 15 SP, 14 EXP 29/100 Competent Dagger 2 EXP 2/100 Novice Survival/Practical Skills Experience Total Proficiency Horseback Riding 15 SP, 15 RB, 5 EXP 35/100 Competent Wilderness Survival 5 SP, 1 EXP 6/100 Novice Fishing 5 SP 5/100 Novice Swimming 5 SP 5/100 Novice Cooking 5 SP 5/100 Novice Land Navigation 5 EXP 5/100 Novice Hunting 3 EXP 3/100 Novice Tracking 1 EXP 1/100 Novice Mental/Social Skills Experience Total Proficiency Observation 16 EXP 16/100 Novice Socializing 11 EXP 11/100 Novice Teaching 4 EXP 4/100 Novice Leadership 4 EXP 4/100 Novice Flirting 2 EXP 2/100 Novice Seduction 1 EXP 1/100 Novice Interrogation 1 EXP 1/100 Novice Planning 1 EXP 1/100 Novice Tactics 1 EXP 1/100 Novice Misc. Skills Experience Total Proficiency Instrument (Lute) 3 EXP 3/100 Novice Singing 2 EXP 2/100 Novice (Wilderness Survival: Sea of Grass/Cyphrus) Building a Campfire Staying Afloat Just Looking An Arrow Saved Training Till' Your Arms Burn Combining Singing With An Instrument Being Self Conscious of Listeners Accidentally Scaring Horses Thorns: Worst Plant Ever The Importance of Taking A Break Letting Fear Get the Best of You Hunting: A Shot to the Flank Won't Kill Getting Lost and Unlost In Equal Measures Laviku's Secret: Costs and Quality How to Shop In Riverfall Emergency Dismounts Dogs Can Be Women Being Rendered Speechless Fighting Wolves With Both Bow and Dagger Shutting Down During Battle Loosing A Horse In A Skirmish Maybe the Drykas Are Right - Restraining Horses Is A Bad Idea Rhy: Thinks Her And Serrif Would Make A Good Match Serrif Has a Pretty Konti Bow Being Very Self Critical Being Encouraged to Try Harder Knowing When to Take a Break Serrif: From Mura, Has Rak’Keli’s Mark Weeping Over A Man’s Goodness Serrif: Being Attracted to Him and Admitting It Experiencing Bone Weariness Serrif: Has A Nice Healers Touch Being Sedated “Just In Case” Seduction Assessing a Students Strengths and Weaknesses Reassuring a Fearful Student Lightening the Mood Encouraging a New Student Keeping Calm in the Face of an Emergency Helping a Student Through Emergency Situations Giving Clear Commands The Looming Dread of Battle Fighting Fear No Shame In Killing Monsters A Bloody Bill for Victory Courage: Not So Easy As the Bards Say Massed Arrows Equals Mass Damage Yukmen: Mindless Murderers The Devastation of Siege Weapons Shoot the Big Ones! From Peace To Chaos In A Blink Trusting Your Mount's Instincts Akvatari: A Mystery Worth Protecting Trying To Divert the Predators When In Doubt, Flee! 1 Phylonura Mark of Caiyha: Grassland Biome The Encounter : 13th Day of Fall, 512 AV The Sea of Grass Early Morning Gill tossed his head and shook his sparse mane as he trotted up the slope of thick grass. It rustled and shook as his legs cut between the swaying blades. Gianne leaned forward to help keep him balanced, then sat straight again and reigned him in gently once he came to the top of the hill, again on level ground. She scratched his neck affectionately then gave it a few pats, to which he sighed at. A great gust of air in his lungs that expanded his body comically then deflated with the exhale. The gelding waited patiently as she unstopped her waterskin and took a long draft, rolling the water around in her mouth and grimacing from the leathery taste it had obtained. She stretched her arms up high and groaned with the pleasure it caused her faintly aching muscles. One of Gill's ears swiveled back at the sound; the only acknowledgement he gave. "Probably should start to head back soon," Gianne stated then asked him nonchalantly, "Do you agree?" Again he sighed. She smiled and readjusted the reigns between her fingers, making sure that they were even. "You're a horse of few words, Gill." A light tap with her heels cued him into a walk. She drummed her fingers on the pommel in an irregular, random beat, picking a little hum off the top of her head to go with it. They moved along like this; in no hurry to get anywhere and with no real destination. Gianne just enjoyed coming out here for the scenery and the air. It was a dangerous place, there was no disputing that fact, but she still loved it. If it were possible she would be out here all the time. They were approuching another line of hills so she nudged him into a slow trot. It would be easier for him to take the angle at a quicker gait. The sky ahead looked odd also. Was it going to rain? It seemed gray, discolored, and hazy. As the reached the base of the hills Gill's ears pricked and he halted so quickly that Gianne had to grab the pommel in front of her. He nickered nervously and danced a few yards to the side, throwing his head high into the air. Leather creaked and metal jingled with the violent movement. She hunched over his neck for better balanced and tried soothing him with calm words. "Easy boy, easy. Steady! It's okay, quiet down," she repeated until he stopped his high stepping dance. His feet were still restless though; he pawed at the grass and continued to snort and whinny softly. "What's gotten into you?" she asked before a whinny was carried to her ears that wasn't Gill's. It was followed by several others in close succession. They were shrill, frantic, and growing closer. Then the drumming of several sets of hooves could be heard. She looked up to the top of the hills in front of them as several horses burst over and galloped down, followed by several others, and then again a few more. It looked like there was around 12 of them, but Gianne couldn't be sure. She had been too busy hastily kicking Gill into a canter so he would move out of the way as they thundered by to count exact numbers. The last to burst over the ridge of hills was a massive buckskin, urging the rest of the herd along with squeels and flying hooves. She assumed that must have been the stallion, and then wondered what had gotten into the lot of them. They were already growing smaller off into the distance; the sounds of their hooves and whinnies dying away on the wind. Gill heard them longer than she did though. His head was high and he stared after them with wide eyes, ears shoved forward and erect, listening to sounds she could no longer hear and couldn't understand hope to ever understand. There were a lot of times each day when she wished she knew what the animals were saying. What was Gill thinking right now? "Come on boy," she spoke gently to him, turning his head away and urging him carefully up the hill beside them. He was in a fragile state of mind at the moment. With him so skittish and uncertain she didn't want to make any sudden sounds or rough movements for fear he would balk and throw her then take off after that herd. Something was obviously amiss close by. When they crested the hill she found out why. The sky wasn't gray from the rain she now realized. It was thick plumes of smoke and ash, billowing high into the air as it was belched from the flames consuming miles of the grassland ahead of them. Gianne's sharp intake of breath made Gill jump, but she quickly righted him. Her hand covered her mouth after that because she didn't trust her own voice. Erratically her eyes scanned the flames. She could hear the crackle of crash frying and dying. The dull roar that such a massive blaze produced was faint, but very slowly growing louder as it approached. As her eyes roved the surrounding area she caught a flash of black move against the background of approaching flames. Very faintly she could hear the whinny, and realized it was a horse. Why isn't it running? she thought. Then screamed at it in her mind, Why aren't you fleeing? Go! Unable to stanch the wave of curiosity that washed over her, she urged Gill forward. He was so anxious that he automatically took off at a quick canter. Gianne had to grab the pommel in front of her to keep from toppling over the back of him and managed to right herself, leaning forward to even out of the momentum his movement caused. As they drew closer she could make out a wobble, thin shape bobbing occasionally out of the blades of grass. There was a handful of trees surrounding the spot, but they weren't spaced close together so she watched a moment until she was able to figure out what it was. The black horse so frantically prancing around the bobbing shape was a mare that must have given birth very very recently. But why here?! Surely it was a death sentence? The spindly shape again poked a feature over the grass, this time a wobbly butt, before disappearing again into the foliage. It's life was in danger before it could even be called a life at all. It was die before it got the chance to really live. Bile rose in her throat at the thought. Gianne wasn't go to let that happen. With a shout to urge him on, she clapped her heels across his ribs and hunched over his neck right before he took off at a gallop. For a few strides it was like he was running in place or slow motion before he got up to full speed. Neck stretched out and legs straining to reach further he thundered toward the tree line. But with the most unexpected stop, he sent Gianne straight over his head and several feet out to land in the grass and skid-roll to a stop. She shakily got to her hands and knees and looked up in time to see him rear and whinny loudly, eyes rolling as the instinct to flee finally got the better of his training. It would always win out; that need to live. Most of her equipment was tied to the saddle so there was no damage to anything of real value in the fall. Her quiver had even been strapped to the saddle next to her bow, which she was not very thankful for. The only thing on her was a backpack filled with lunch and the waterskin. Unsteadily she rose to her feet, stumbling slightly as her head swam. Gill hesitated a few admirable seconds but the flames were creeping closer. His eyes darted frantically in that short moment before he turned and galloped away, back in the direction they had come. She was too stunned to even call after him. Then the mare shrieked again, galloping away from her foul and back again uncertainly. She was fighting multiple instincts; survival and maternal. Gianne rubbed her eyes and shook herself, trying to right the dizziness from the fall before she jogged quickly to the cluster of trees and pair of horses. The foul was still covered in birthing fluid, and it struggled tiredly to stand and go to its mother. There was so much confusion and noise, both from the mare and the flames that the baby was overwhelmed. Tears now streaked Gianne's face and she moved close to the foul, trying to coax him up. "Come on! Up! You have to move! You'll die if you don't. I'm kind of stuck here now too, so let's work together on this," she said desperately. Her voice cracked and once she sobbed, but tried to bottle it down as the little horse whinnied and trembled with the effort of trying to stand. Again Gianne tried to coax it up, wrapping her arms around its belly and yanking it to its feet. But it collapsed in a heap once more. The mare galloped close and struck out with her hooves, but the flames were getting so close now that she didn't dare come any closer than a full body length away. Gianne could feel the heat of the blaze increasing on her back, becoming incredibly uncomfortable. The fire was eating its way along the grass with horrifying speed, so she renewed her efforts with increased desperation. "Get up!" she screamed, hoisting the youngster up once more and even giving it a fearful shove. It stumbled a few steps and even managed to kick out its skinny hind legs, catching her right in the ribcage. The air left her body in a loud whoosh and she collapsed, holding her stomach in pain. It was a baby, that didn't make its hooves hurt any less. Gianned had her face buried in the itchy grass now, trying to gasp for breath. She hacked and inhaled smoke, making her nearly vomit from the racking, shuddering coughs it caused. Suddenly her feet felt very hot. Like she had stuck them in a boiling pot of water, but then the heat was also increasing with each tick. For a moment the pain took her by surprise, and then she smelled an awful aroma. A sickly sweet odor along with the smell of hot leather. Burning leather. And if leather was burning that could only mean one thing. She was too afraid to even scream. Adrenalin surged through her, giving her to strength to get to her hands and feet. As quickly as she could manage, Gianne crawled away from the pain, trying to leave it behind. It followed. Her body convulsed as she coughed then gasped for air and then coughed again. She thought she could hear the blood roaring inside her ears, or maybe that was the sound of her heart pounding and blocking out any other. Clumsily she got to her feet and hobbled as far as she could before collapsing again. A quick glance toward her feet showed her boots charred, blackened, and steaming. What was left of her pants were smoking too; the flames had eaten away any fabric from the bottom of her thigh down. She rolled back and forth frantically, remembering the knowledge she'd been told as a child about what to do if you were ever on fire. Funny how Gianne had rolled her eyes at the advice so many years ago, assuming something like that would never happen to her. Petching arrogant. Once the flames were out she hoisted herself painfully to her feet and swayed for a few uncertain moments. Don't look back. Don't look back! Just move. Move as fast as you can, and don't you dare look back, a voice in her head growled fiercely. Somehow her feet listened. They drug her along aimlessly at a quick shamble. Tears blurred her vision and soaked her dirty cheeks. On burnt feet it seemed like she had been moving for hours before she slipped on a sudden incline and plowed headlong into a freezing creekbed. Water surged up her nose and washed over her burns. This time she did scream. She choked also, vomiting out the water and coughing as some of it trickled down her nasal cavity. Sobs wracked violently wracked her body as she drug herself awkwardly through the cold water. At least it wasn't fire. When her hands touched the bank she merely collapsed, not even pulling herself out. Her cheek rested on the rough pebbles while tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes. A toad hopped in front of her face then she heard it splash into the water. Gianne's field of vision glazed over and narrowed as her sobs started to die down, turning into the occasional hiccup. Maybe she would die. Probably not from the burns, but no one would find her here in the water out in the middle of nowhere. Perhaps a glassbeak would, or some other predator, and it would surely eat her. The thought that a death of some kind was likely very close made her feel oddly calm. The pain in her legs and especially feet was now almost unbearable. It was like nothing she had even experienced before. Maybe she now understood Serrif a little bit more. He had witnessed a lot of pain, and before this she hadn't. Of course it was two very different circumstances, but pain was unbiased. It would come for you and envelope you. Sometimes make you wish you were dead. Perhaps that was why she felt so calm. Dying would stop the hot pain in her lower body. With that thought she closed her eyes and tried to relax a little. It should be over soon. Her mind wandered to who and what she would miss. Rhy, Serrif, Kavala, and several other people of the Sanctuary. Gill. Her poor gelding. Who knew where he was now? Maybe he'd run back home to the Sanctuary. Would they send riders out to look for her? Probably. But they wouldn't find her. That would be left to the predators now. And it was a little funny that she could summon enough energy to be disappointed over never buying Lyva; the Sungold mare she had been admiring for some time now. She'd kept procrastinating asking Kavala about maybe working out some sort of deal. She hoped the beautiful mare would go to a good owner. If not, she decided she would haunt whoever bought her. It didn't take long, but at some point during her time thinking over these details she slipped deeply into unconsciousness. Early Afternoon Gianne scrunched up her face as she was coming to, groaning slightly as consciousness slowly returned. It all came rushing back before she even opened her eyes and her body tensed, expecting to feel the agony of her burns. But there was nothing. She felt fine. In fact, she didn't feel wet either. Her clothes were dry, and she was lying on something soft. Slowly, not knowing what to expect, she opened her eyes halfway. Light was filtering through the canopy of leaves above her. Wind sighed through the branches and they waved gracefully in its wake, creating a delightful effect on the shadows and visible daylight. Her eyes wandered around now, taking in her surroundings. She was lying under a tall, thick tree on a soft carpet of leaves and grass. Then she looked down at herself and the breath hitched in her throat. Her pants were now shorts, with the ends of what was left of them charred and ragged. Her boots were a sight to behind. Charred as well, the once oiled material was now cracked and withered looking. They had been so comfortable. Then she noticed the flesh of her visible legs. Bile rose in her mouth and she had to close her eyes before she started crying. What skin she'd seen was an angry, vicious looking pink as well as red. Little yellow blisters were visible under one of the bits of leather that wasn't burned onto her flesh. That must be the worst of the burns, where her boots had helped to cook her legs more thoroughly than the rest. There was even a little blackened skin. It seemed that her body could char just like clothing. Tears were leaking down her cheeks again. She was going to have terrible scars if anyone found her and managed to get her back to the Sanctuary. "Do not cry," a voice murmured from beside her. It was a serene sound, like water tumbling over smooth stones. Gianne felt impossibly soft fingers touch her face and sweep the tangled hair from her forehead. "I stopped the pain for now, so you could be lucid for what I have to tell you." She couldn't help but open her eyes now, and what she saw took her breath away. The woman leaning over her radiated power, and she was astonishingly beautiful. Not in any human way though. She was beautiful like a forest after hard rain, misty mountains on a cloudy day, or a roaring waterfall. "I see potential in you that is growing harder to find as the days draw on. I've kept one eye on you for a while, Gianne." She gulped nervously and opened her mouth to speak but couldn't find her voice. The mysterious woman waited patiently with a smile in her eyes. Finally she managed to ask, "Who are you?" She realized she should have asked what instead of who, because there nothing human about this woman except her appearance. That much was so clear it was like a piece of paper being waved in her face. "I'm am the wild," the woman said simply. For some reason she didn't feel like pursuing the woman's identity further. She just wanted to know what was going on. The woman smiled as if she knew what Gianne was thinking before adding, "If I were to give you a name, it would be Caiyha." Gianne's heart skipped erratically as she stared up at the Goddess. What was going on? Caiyha continued calmly without missing a beat. "The foal you tried to save was taken by the fire, and the mare fled to rejoin the herd." Gianne's chest tightened as she continued, "What you did was brave, but unnecessary. Stupid, other humans might say. The foal had no chance of survival. Many things died in the blaze; plants and animals alike. Do not linger on their deaths. They live and they die. This cycle is never ending and unstoppable, you must realize. The fox eats the rabbit, which is then eaten by the bear. Man shoots the bear and is in turn eaten as well. The flow of nature will always run its course, Gianne. One young woman alone can change nothing of that." She listened with growing anxiety, not know where this conversation was heading. "Is that all you had to tell me? That I need to stop trying to help?" Caiyha smiled calmly and continued, "No. I am merely informing you that you are fighting a battle that no one wins. Nature will runs its course. Why I want you to realize this is because of what I said earlier. I see potential in you and wish to mark you as my own. You will uphold a set of responsibilities, and you will know what these are without my needing to tell you. Trust in my gift." And with that she brushed her fingertips across Gianne's arm, leaving behind a beautiful and intricate grassland scene. "If you ever need me, trust in the new language you now know and use it to call upon me. Use this wisely, for I trust that you will not disappoint me." With that the wild Goddess stood and smiled down at her before turning and disappearing into the trees as if melting into the background. Gianne's mind swam with all that had just transpired. Again she looked down at her arm to view the beautiful mark that now covered from her shoulder to elbow. It looked just like Cyphrus, and the amazing part was that the grass seemed to be blowing in a breeze. No, it was moving. A horse was inside the mark as well, and she could see its tail swishing at flies as it grazed. Then there was a triskelion. It appeared to be branded on the horse's flank. She put a hand to her head and laid back flat in the grass again, squinting up at the canopy overhead. She was terrified, that was easy to admit. And yet, she realized that despite being terribly burned on the legs, she felt amazing. It was her heart; it felt like it was souring with joy. She had been chosen for something special. Something scary, but special. A little sadly she thought of the foal, but then also the Goddess's words. Everything lived then died. She knew now, much more clearly, that she was going to be a bigger part of the cycle. Her life had taken an unexpected turn, but she was regrouping herself for the challenge. No more would she be so naive. A bird hopped along one of the branches overhead then stopped and peered down at her. They made eye contact and held. Gianne got images of eggs and a nest, as well as a foreign desire to find insects. Her heart sped up as she realized this was the new language. Nura was the name; she automatically knew. She couldn't help but smile a little and ran a hand through her hair, closing her eyes which broke the contact between herself and the bird. Things were surely going to be different now. "Thank you," she murmured up to the trees, knowing that her Goddess would hear. It seemed like only moments had passed now after Caiyha's departure when the pain in her legs slowly started to return. It wasn't very noticeable at first, just a growing warmth, but it soon grew to an unbearable agony. Just the blood rushing through her maimed legs made her want to scream; and she did. She wailed and sobbed, wanting nothing more than to die. Being awake was torture, and it had to end. But she was completely unable to move at the moment - the pain was too overwhelming. It seemed like an eternity until her sobs died and her tears dried, leaving her staring mutely up at the leaves. Gianne could feel the plants underneath her, sense their health and also knew they could sense her pain in return through the language she now possessed. Surely Caiyha wouldn't have left her here, marked, knowing she would die. That would have been pointless. With that final thought she could just muster a little hope, and she clung to that light like it was a flotation device in the middle of a violent sea. Eventually, her body mercifully gave in to the pain and she faded into welcome unconsciousness.

[Gianne Basete]

Cotton Shirt 2 Linen Blouses Cotton Pants Undergarments Cotton Cloak Knee-high Leather Boots Leather Gloves Leather Belt 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack Wood Comb Wood Brush Soap Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth) 1 Eating Knife Flint & Steel One-person Tent Bedroll 50 ft. Hemp Rope Fishing Kit Shortbow Quiver 17 Shortbow Arrows 1 Broken Shortbow Arrow Mixed Blood Gelding Full Set of Tack Large Saddlebags Halter 10 Pounds of Feed Hunting Knife Dagger With Scabbard Lute Leather Journal 5 Pieces of Parchment 2 Quills 5 Ink Vials (1 Oz. Each) Name: Gill Breed: Kavinka Paintedmount x Eyktolian Desertbred Age: 9 Sex: Gelding Size: 15.4hh Color: Brown and white paint Information: Purchased by Gianne for her trip to Riverfall. A strong, stocky gelding in his prime. He isn't a particularly fast horse, but he will work all day without a fuss and has exceptional footing. Fairly intelligent, he is a slow learner but never forgets. Gill is a good mount under the saddle, and doubles as a wonderful pack horse. Ledger : Item Amount Total Starting Coin +100 GM 100 GM Shelter Cash In +500 GM 600 GM Mixed Blood Gelding -75 GM 525 GM Riding Saddle -10 GM 515 GM Large Saddlebags -8 GM 507 GM Saddle Pad -1 GM 506 GM Halter -1 SM 505 GM 9 SM Bit & Bridle -2 GM 503 GM 9 SM 10 Pounds of Feed -5 CM 502 GM 9 SM 95 CM Leather Belt -2 SM 502 GM 7 SM 95 CM One-person Tent -2 GM 500 GM 7 SM 95 CM Bedroll -1 SM 500 GM 6 SM 95 CM Quiver -20 GM 480 GM 6 SM 95 CM 50 ft. Hemp Rope -1 GM 479 GM 6 SM 95 CM Fishing Kit -10 GM 469 GM 6 SM 95 CM 2 Torches -4 CM 469 GM 6 SM 91 CM Hunting Knife -5 SM 469 GM 1 SM 91 CM Dagger -2 GM 467 GM 1 SM 91 CM Shortbow -30 GM 437 GM 1 SM 91 CM 20 Shortbow Arrows -1 GM 436 GM 1 SM 91 CM 2 Linen Blouses -2 GM 434 GM 1 SM 91 CM Range Fees -3 SM 433 GM 8 SM 91 CM Dagger Scabbard -2 GM 431 GM 8 SM 91 CM Leather Gloves -5 SM 431 GM 3 SM 91 CM Lute -55 GM 376 GM 3 SM 91 CM Living Expenses -135 GM 241 GM 3 SM 91 CM Laviku's Secret -25 GM 216 GM 3 SM 91 CM 5 Pieces of Parchment -10 SM 215 GM 7 SM 91 CM 2 Quills -10 CM 215 GM 7 SM 81 CM 5 Ink Vials -10 GM 205 GM 7 SM 81 CM Leather Journal -3 GM 202 GM 7 SM 81 CM Living Expenses -135 GM 67 GM 7 SM 81 CM

[Gianne Basete]

Name: Rhy Race: Kelvic Connection: Bondmate Information: They first met during Gianne's first season in Cyphrus. Rhy, a Luvanor Kelvic, was out hunting a raccoon, throwing a loud fit when Gianne went to investigate. All seemed well and innocent at first. She helped Rhy take down the coon but the day was ruined when they were attacked by wolves. The girls fought for their lives and succeeded, but sustained injury and sought out medical attention. They met Serrif, who without a doubt saved their lives. From then on the girls were tied together by a powerful bond, though not the magical one forged by Kelvics themselves. It was a bond woven through the unforgettable experience shared in battle. Sisters in arms they would forever be. Then the following fall tragedy struck. When Gianne was maimed horribly by a grassland fire she led Serrif on a search and succeeded in finding her. She and Rhy ended up forming an everlasting, magic connection. Now they are nigh on inseparable.

[Gianne Basete]

Flashbacks : Timestamp Thread Name Status/Rewards 40th Day of Spring, 500 AV Is Your Mother Controlling Too? Ongoing Summer, 512 AV : Timestamp Thread Name Status/Rewards 18th Day of Summer, 512 AV Animals! Animals Everywhere! Ongoing 21st Day of Summer, 512 AV One Arrow At A Time Graded 26th Day of Summer, 512 AV Come Away To the Water Ongoing 30th Day of Summer, 512 AV Barking Up the Wrong Tree Graded 31st Day of Summer, 512 AV Morning Wake Graded 33rd Day of Summer, 512 AV Afternoon Ray Ongoing 35th Day of Summer, 512 AV A Big Misunderstanding Ongoing 53rd Day of Summer, 512 AV A Rude Interruption Graded 54th Day of Summer, 512 AV Should Have Bought A Drum Graded 60th Day of Summer, 512 AV Making the Cut Graded 80th Day of Summer, 512 AV Green Thumb Ongoing Fall, 512 AV : Timestamp Thread Name Status/Rewards 1st Day of Fall, 512 AV Broadheads & Bowstrings Graded 3rd Day of Fall, 512 AV Blood, Sweat, and Horses Graded 6th Day of Fall, 512 AV Knocking Graded 7th Day of Fall, 512 AV And They Call it Puppy Love Ongoing 11th Day of Fall, 512 AV The Dynamic Duo Part 1 Ongoing 12th Day of Fall, 512 AV The Dynamic Duo Part 2 Ongoing 13th Day of Fall, 512 AV The Cycle of Life Ongoing 35th Day of Fall, 512 AV The Twentieth Bell Feast Ongoing 51st Day of Fall, 512 AV And All the Grasses Cried Ongoing 59th Day of Fall, 512 AV Howling At the Moon Ongoing 65th Day of Fall, 512 AV A Ride At Sunrise Ongoing 66th Day of Fall, 512 AV Bumpy Ride Ongoing 67th Day of Fall, 512 AV Learning Curve Ongoing 68th Day of Fall, 512 AV Girls Just Want to Have Fun Ongoing 68th Day of Fall, 512 AV A Walk to Remember Ongoing 70th Day of Fall, 512 AV Attack On Riverfall Graded Winter, 512 AV : Timestamp Thread Name Status/Rewards 34th Day of Winter, 512 AV Helpless Graded 40th Day of Winter, 512 AV We're Gonna' Need A Bigger Horse Ongoing 59th Day of Winter, 512 AV Trouble Inside Ongoing 75th Day of Winter, 512 AV Practice Makes Perfect Ongoing Spring, 513 AV Timestamp Thread Name Status/Rewards --- --- ---