#nizura

[karkashan]

Nizura Headcanons

Nina, at 5 years, once got an outfit to match her mother, Azura’s.

Her father (and pretty much every other adult who saw her) thought this was adorable.

Her father also calls this the “last day anyone in this house besides myself ever wore shoes”. 

Nina prefers to have her hair braided by her mother, but she made a point to have her big brother learn how as well.

Niles and Azura like to do two things most of all.

Cuddle

Embarrass their children.

This is according to Shigure and Nina, at any rate.

Shigure once brought home a baby wyvern that had imprinted on him. Niles was always nervous that Nina would bring home something even crazier, but she never did.

There is a squirrel that Azura befriended during the period of her and Niles’ engagement that somehow, someway, has remained alive for over 15 years.

Niles secretly feeds it when he thinks no one is looking. So, of course, the rest of his family knows.

[gryfon-spanish-werewolf]

@p-o-n-i the BIGGEST apologies for not seeing this. In perfect honesty I’m not used to people commenting on my posts and so forgot to check^^;

BUT YES: Nizura! My first ever Pathfinder/DnD character. I emphasize first because I, according to my DM, went CoMpleTELY overboard on her backstory and ended up several levels ahead of my co-adventurers. I was under the mistaken impression that I had to justify all aspects of my character, which is not the case, apparently. It’s all being toned down now but originally I had...

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Nizura (Nih-zur-ah)

Half-orc aged ~30 yrs, daughter of a full orc woman and a human father. An inquisitor by class and designated Mom-Friend by personality. Dad’s out of the picture for ~reasons~. Nizura grew up in a small town located on a major trade road. The particular settlement she lived in was mostly populated by ex-militant orcs, half-orcs, and other “castaways” of society, so fairly diverse in a way with a lot of opportunities to learn and grow. Though she wasn’t always treated well outside of her home Nizura saw the good in those around her and grew empathetic instead of hardhearted. She’d always marvel at the tradesmen selling their wares and wondering what sort of things she could learn from them.

During her younger years Nizura’s mother was injured in a work accident so Nizura began to cook in her mother’s place. She discovered that she really enjoyed it and began cooking for others. She got so good that she apprenticed herself to a roadside shop owner– her cooking was now included in the wares and Nizura could have access to the strangers and knowledge that she yearned for.

In her teens there was a horde of hobgoblins roaming the area looking to expand their realm. When they came for the city the guards simply locked the place down, but Nizura’s sector was on the edge and far less protected (on account of, well, all the prejudice that swirls around orcs and half-orcs) and got hit hard. Fighters to the end, the orcs battled bravely, but the hobgoblins had numbers. As the larger and healthier orcs were dragged off Nizura caught sight of her mother among them. She ran after her but was quickly surrounded. The hobgoblins sneered, jabbing at her with their weapons and beating her with their fists. “Not as strong as a real orc, too savage to be nice servant. Not worth the trouble.” They tied her to a post in the center of the village and left her to die. It wasn’t until the next morning that a survivor found and released her, green skin dark with bruises, her mouth torn and bloody where a blow had forced her tusk into her upper lip.

Despite her wounds Nizrua chased after her mother as soon as she could walk without wobbling. The trail was easy enough to follow, she just ran along the wheel marks and scores of blurred footprints. Unfortunately she did not get far. Only an hour into her journey and Nizura was stopped by a cry for help. Off to the the side of the road was a male dwarf collapsed into the ditch, covered in blood and unable to move. Nizura hesitated for only an instant before climbing down to him. The dwarf did not give his name but told her that he had attempted to escape from the hobgoblins. Instead of hauling him back into line they made an example: stay and live or run and die. A particularly nasty hobgoblin swung his morning star directly into the dwarf’s chest, puncturing a lung and caving in his chest. The impact was so great that the handle splintered and the head of the weapon fell with the dwarf into the ditch. Rather than retrieve the weapon the hobgoblin simply ripped another out of the hands of one of his smaller comrades.

Realizing the dwarf would not survive, Nizura stayed with him, comforting him 

in his last moments. She listened to his stories even as his voice became labored and wet. When he passed she buried him in the forest beyond the trail. A glint caught her eye as she returned to the road. The head of the morning star shone a dusky read in the light of the setting sun. A wave of fury washed over her and Nizura retrieved the object from the ditch. She would carry it with her to remind herself of the dwarf, her mother, and the hobgoblins who took them both. The shadows were long and Nizura did not if she could track them and remain safe in the dark. Heart heavy, she returned to her city and vowed to start anew the following day.

Back home Nizura faced a difficult choice. Her village was in ruins and those left behind were either too old, young, or ill to fend for themselves. Even though it tore at her Nizura chose to stay, and with some help from merchants that she had befriended and some sympathetic city folk, she was able to rebuild the houses and trade buildings. When the time came at last to go after her mother there was very little left to find. Three months had passed and their tracks had been covered by the comings and goings of merchants, animals, and travelers. Using every scrap of knowledge she’d learned, Nizura tried valiantly to pick up the trail. She spoke with everyone she could, sweet talked when she had to, intimidated, lied, and, if push came to shove, fought. As she traveled she pieced together that the hobgoblins had headed north, but no one seemed to have any recent news. Nizura traveled until she could no longer, arriving at Port Peril – a town of trade, booze, shipping, and pirates. It became increasingly clear that the hobgoblins had made their final stop here, finding passage across the Arcadian Ocean and possibly into the the scattered islands west of the Eye of Abendigo, the eternal hurricane.

Nizura was lost. She was far from home and knew not a single soul. She knew she wouldn’t make it on the open ocean, even if she could get a boat. Stricken with grief, Nizura wandered the streets with tear-filled eyes, jostled back and forth by passerby until she saw a flicker of white and red. In front of her was an old building, built of stone by many hands long ago with care and precision but now was worn and crusted white by the salt winds. A tattered banner blew in the sea breeze, emblazoned with a red rose growing from blood soaked pavement. Nizura felt compelled to enter. Inside was calm and darkness, the weight of the stones seeming to still the air around her. The room was short, almost a closet, with nothing but a raised dais and stone podium on which was placed a dusty book, pressed also with the emblem of the rose and bloodied cobblestones. A robed woman called out to her in a soft voice, revealing herself from behind an archway. She explained that this was a chapel dedicated to Milani, a deity and patron of those, “who fight against oppression and unjust rule.” The woman could see that Nizura was tired and offered her refuge and a place to sleep for the night. Nizura thanked her for her generosity but was suddenly brimming with questions: about Milani and her brand of justice, about her teachings and followers. The woman hid a smile in her cowl. She admit sadly that there were few who followed Milani in this place, seeded as it was with brigands, sell-swords, thieves and murderers. After hearing Nizura’s plight the woman took this as a sign, even more so when Nizura produced the head of the morning star, cleaned and glinting, into the candlelight. She said that such a weapon had been used by Milani herself and was often favored by those who followed her.

After that day Nizura entered into the tutelage of the Milanite, learning the ways of an Inquisitor. She traveled from her home to Port Peril, training her newfound divine skill in the chapel while keeping her leadership role in the village. The morning star re-forged by the son of the previous blacksmith and Nizura watched the process with a steely expression, unblinking as the hammer spit sparks this way and that. When it was finished she hefted the weapon once before swinging it downward with all her might, chunking a watermelon into splattered pieces, and pronounced it good.

A decade went by before Nizura heard any word about her mother or the  hobgoblins. She was re-reading the texts of Milani while waiting for a soup to  boil when she was hailed from outside. Nizura was used to this, as in the absence of other adult figures she had become a sort of guiding hand, dispute settler, and advice giver. “Nizura,” the messenger said in orcish, breathing heavily. He had come as quick as he could. “We... need your help. There’s a person.... wounded. It’s... it’s your mother.” Nizura dropped everything and ran out the door. If she’d had wings they couldn’t have carried her along faster. A huddled figure was being held by another young half-orc, keeping her upright. Nizura had burned her mother’s face into her memory the days she lost her, and seeing her like this was both a relief she’d never known and a great sorrow. Her mother was a shadow of her former self: muscle where they’d worked her and skin on bones every where else, skin dry and cracked, tusks broken, and joints chafed raw or scabbed over where the manacles had cut into her skin. Mother and daughter shared little words that day, finding themselves speechless with gratitude.

Nizura cooked her very best dishes and helped her mother heal day by day. When she was ready Nizura asked what had happened all those years ago and how her mother had come to be free and return to the village. The story chilled her to the bone. Mindless slaughter, spirit breaking work, creatures dying where they stood, starved or exhausted. Torture, merciless hobgoblin keepers, and vicious slave-on-slave or slave-on-beast combat for their cruel entertainment. It seemed that each new scar her mother pointed out on her body had an even more terrible tale than the last. Nizura did not dare ask about the scars she couldn’t see. “And through it all,” her mother murmured late one night as the fire crackled in the hearth and frogs croaked their mating calls, “like a poisonous mist, was your father.” Her mother told her that it was Nizura’s father who arranged transport from Port Peril to the hobgoblin empire. He was a clear benefactor and man of counsel to the various chieftains. He would watch the slaves toil below him, then he would leave for months at a time, always returning with plunder, be it people or treasure. Nizura’s mother never knew if he recognized her among the sea of green, grey, brown, red, and pale skins of her fellows. “But I knew him,” she growled. “I could never forget that man.”

As one search ended so another began. Nizura, full of righteous power and fury though she was, she did not think she could take down an army of hobgoblins alone. She was sickened by their ways, forcing others to do their dirty work, consequences be damned. But a middle man: a mover, a killer, a promoter of evil, that Nizura could deal with, especially if it was personal. Nizura returned to Port Peril to get some answers. With citizens she was patient, with wicked people she was not. If they were unwilling to answer her questions or, rarely, were unintimidated by her powerful presence, she found that a demonstration of what exactly blunt force trauma does to bones would have them singing in no time. Then Nizura would send them skipping or hobbling back to their betters, collecting more and more information each time. It attracted the attention of a half-elf by the name of Jennan. He too was looking for someone, and offered his skill as a sailor is Nizura could help track this person down. Nizura accepted his proposition and set out more determined than ever.

One way or another, her father would pay.

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Whew! I uh, accidentally wrote a novel here. I did saaaaay I went overboard, but seeing it all written out...

Thanks so much for being interested @p-o-n-i! Hope you enjoyed Nizura, even if it’s likely WAY more than you expected^^;

As an extra added tidbit, Jennan’s character is actually my brother, and we have plans to make them related in-game. Bet you can guess how ;)

[raidentarquinus]

Remade Nizura Vailriik, my old main before Raiden Tarq! I'll be playing her again and might be putting her back in the MG.

[cloud-link-vii]

Tagged

Rule 1: Always post the rules.

Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked, and write new ones.

Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post.

Rule 4: Actually tell them you tagged them.

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1. Can you list some of your fandoms?

Pokemon

Legend of Zelda

Super Smash Bros

Star Wars

Fire Emblem

Gravity Falls

Invader Zim

Doraemon

Nazo no Murasame-jo

Vocaloid

Shin Onigashima

Senran Kagura

Animal Crossing

Kingdom Hearts

Final Fantasy

Homestuck

Sink

y'know...... let's just stop there for now.

2. Cake or Death?

Cake, duh.

3. What is love?

Baby don't hurt me. Don't hurt me. No more.

But seriously, as an it and an asexual, I don't particularly care.

4. Do you play any instruments?

Guitar

Ocarina

Some synthesizers

5. Tea or Coffee? 

I really prefer Hot Chocolate, but probably tea.

6. How did you become such a cool person?

I ate a man alive and hung 99 war criminals.

I don't know.

7. Nicknames?

Cloud, Link, Wes, anything that I've cosplayed, role-played, or I resemble.

8. Last movie you watched was?

Pokemon: The First Movie..... It was on yesterday and kept complaining cause they cut parts out.

9. What do you think the meaning of life is?

42.

Ha ha, just kidding.

THERE IS NO MEANING.

10. Zodiac Sign?

Real One: Libra (Terezi). Bonus for whoever can figure my birthday: *I was born 1 month and 8 days away from the release of Gold/Silver in Japan. In that year (obviously).*

Other One: Capricorn (Gamzee): I usually just use this as a birthday to put in a lot of places. You'll understand if you get this question right: *It is 2 days after the solstice, 1 day before a big holiday.*

11. The powerhouse of the cell is….?

Dude, did you just ask this cause you wanted an answer to homework or something?

Anyways, it's the mitochondria.

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Here are some people I'm tagging:

desumatter-swordsman

puzzlingphronistes

icecat8

nizura

legendoftotodile

keyblademasterx73-seran

tsuin

awkwardgravityfallsscreencaps

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Here are there questions:

1. What is your real name and age?

2. Zodiac Sign?

3. Your OTP and NOTP

4. Are you good, evil, or neutral?

5. Favorite subject?

6. Name your top 10 favorite fandoms.

7. If you had magically been turned into the creator your your favorite fandom for a day, what would you do?

8. What is your orientation?

9. If you magically had your gender switched for a week, how would you react? What would you do?

10. If you could have any super power, what would it be?

11. If you could have any super power, BUT ONE, what would it be?

12. How would you react if you became your icon?

13. What is the meaning of life? What is your view on life?

[gryfon-spanish-werewolf]

Skulls and Shackles

Hereby known as The Adventures of FriendSHIP, here’s a recap of what’s happened with my Pathfinder campaign.

Episode 1-

After spending a night drinking we (Me (Nizura, half-orc-Inquisitor), my brother (Jennan, half-elf Shark Shaman), and two friends Milan (catfolk Brawler) and Calin (Air elemental Sorcerer) awake to the crack of a whip. We’ve been kidnapped and forced to work on the a pirate ship, all of our possesions have been stolen and locked away, and we have no idea where we are. Milan, with his ridiculous climb, is made to work rigging because he made it to the top mast in 6 seconds while Nizura, and Calin fell on their backside and didn’t even make it up the first 3 feet. Jennan at least made it to midmast. Nizura was placed on cooking duty (after volunteering the knowledge that she could). She lucked out because the ship’s head chef, Kroop, was actually not drunk so she didn’t have to do anything. Instead she talked up Kroop and found out that he hated being on the ship and missed being a professional and sought after chef back in Port Peril. Also that he was good friends with the Quartermaster which Nizura was VERY interested in. Jennan and Calin worked in the bilges.

We all passed our daily tasks and spent the night making friends with EVERYBODY. And by “making friends” I mean Milan arm wrestled a dude named Crimson Cog and shoved his arm into broken glass, then proceeded to take the winnings, request rubbing alcohol and bandages, and provide first aid for the loser, earning Cog’s respect immediately. Milan also got a drinking buddy out of this. Jennan took the spell “Water to Wine” and made booze for a woman he’d met working named Rosie Cusswell. Through this we found out she wants to get her fiddle back from the Quartermaster but can’t because she got into an argument from her. She also became a bit smitten with Jennan simply because he brought her alcohol. Calin made little progress at friendship with an individual but introduced himself around the ship. Nizura, unsure of what to do, gambled and played cards, bluffing her way out of straight up losing and taking the pot. Another woman who had been taken with us by the name of Sandara seemed awfully invested in us. She somehow got back Nizura’s morning star 1 gold piece for each player. We also found out that after losing her father she had set out on the waters, led by her goddess Besmara, a patron to pirates.

And thus the oddly convincing and charming set of newcomers made it through the day without being killed. The crew aboard was full of a lot more amicable personalities than I would have guessed but hey, maybe that will all change down the road.

[gryfon-spanish-werewolf]

Adventures of FriendSHIP

Late update since school got overwhelming but here’s my Pathfinder group’s second session notes!

Episode 2–

Morning work goes well, nothing crazy but it is pouring rain.

Jennan asks Rosie to play her fiddle so she does. He attempts to dance but the only one charmed or laughing is Rosie (and technically Nizura bc omg) +100xp

Rosie insists on teaching him to dance

Calin takes part in drinking, passes out in tie with other. Nizura takes care of him with Tilly and Grok.

Nizura plays a friendly card game with Ratsberger and learns that his grandmother taught him and that the lost his fingers during a rigging accident.

Next morning: no rain but hurricane level winds

A shark appears off the bow and Jennan interacts with it.

Storm arrives next morning. High waves, difficult maneuvering, everyone on deck. Calin falls from the rigging but is luckily caught by Milan. Rosie is caught by a rope and hauled overboard.

Jennan grabs a rope and jumps in, being pulled along by his shark. After several failed attempts Jennan gets the rope in Rosie’s hands and everyone starts heaving on it from the deck. She drifts back and forth and it’s not clear if she’s going to make it but we get lucky and she is returned. She collapses on deck in pure exhaustion.

Everyone but Calin is either fatigued or exhausted (Nizura) and goes immediately to bed

Approaching the Slithering Coast. After day jobs we stop in a reef. Master Plugg tell us and Rosie to go crab catching in the absolutely beautiful reef. Jennan, while scouting, gets attacked by reef claws (which look suspiciously like Skarner from LoL) Rosie is thrilled.

Rosie critical hits and absofuckinglutely SHREDS the reef backs (with a small kick from Magic Missle a la Calin). Just a small swirling hurricane of blood and axe heads. Dinner’s on Rosie.

Reefclaw is considered a delicacy and Nizura knows this. She also knows 3 different recipes to prepare them. Captain gives 300gp for the Reefclaws.

Next two days are heat waves.

Day after, Milan, Jennan, and Calin are pulled aside to got to “Boarding School”. The exercise is grappling, which the individual must hook a grapple on the deck of the ship and climb on, dodging projectile.

Calin and Jennan are constantly missing and people on deck have to make reflex saves to avoid being hit by hooks. Milan is, of course, already done. Meanwhile people start throwing tomatoes at them because hey, free entertainment.

They have to go out again and here come more tomatoes. This time it’s Jennan and Nizura. At one point Jennan falls off the rope. Nizura catches a tomato thrown at her and hurls it back but misses. Riaria, seeing Nizura finish first, unties Jennan’s rope. Thankfully, that means class is over.

Next day and following days, we notice that more and more often we are being assigned tasks that are our least favorite. Jennan, sent to the Bilges, runs into Plugg and Master Scourge who search him and take all of his weapons. He continues on but realizes there are two people in the bilges with him, both armed. They accuse him of slacking and draw daggers.

Jennan dodges a stab then uses his Shark Shaman powers to give himself wicked sharp shark teeth. One attacker recoils in shock. Rosie, hearing the commotion, jumps down into the bilges with Jennan.

Jennan gets stabbed. Rosie is a goddamn whirlwind and lands blow after blow, knocking a guy down, who proceeds to bleed out. Jackson bites the other who recoils briefly before landing a return blow. Rosie kicks his shit and he goes down. Now they have a problem: if they kill someone they will be keelhauled. So Rosie runs to get Nizura while Jennan stabilizes them. Nizura cures Jennan’s wounds completely.

Master Plugg and Scourge come down and accuse Jennan and Rosie of attempted murder and put both of them in the sweatbox together, a tight, cramped spot where they await keelhauling the next day.

Rosie is crying to Jennan’s chest and the rest of the PCs are trying to figure out what to do.

Next day, a ship is spotted on the horizon…

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Very exciting and very LONg session that day, really needed a stretch afterwards^^; I’ll post our third session soon, as soon as I compile the notes.

[gryfon-spanish-werewolf]

tfw when you hafta tone down your DnD character’s backstory because it accidentally puts you 3 levels above your teammates >->;;;