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The forest looms overhead, the husks of the dead trees looking like the gaunt skeletons of ages long past. The stones, crumbled remains of a great empire, are scattered vaguely. In the distance spirals a tower, ever-present on the horizon, the dim glow of a candle visible in the solitary window.
But the area before you flickers with life. The fire in the center smiles up at you, warming the otherwise cold night. Around it, four or five shrouded figures are silent- Save the central character.
She looks up and smiles, her blue skin reflected quietly in the light,
Welcome, she says, To our encampment. We are the vagabonds of these lonely Haunted Woods.
She smiles and extends a hand,
Take a seat. My name is Silentiary.
You sit, and she nods,
While you're here, I'll tell you about us, because everyone loves a good story. But, I suppose I should introduce myself properly.
Before I go on, good friend, I must let you know this page is under much construction.
Shel is a bit overwhelmed at the moment about my adoption into her family, so do pardon the mess.
On that note, we would like to extend our thank-yous to Dante, whom has graciously extended their hand to permit Shel my adoption into her family.
Further thanks to Rafe, who had raised and painted me, long before I came to his place I am pleased to call home.
Latcho drom, guest!
She chuckles and stirs the fire with a stick, looking down into the flames openly, watching them hiss and sputter.
She begins...
For your informations:
The above were snippets of Romany, a language which Shel is borrowing from briefly to add colour into the narration. "Sastimos" meaning Good Health, a common greeting, and "Latcho drom" meaning "good journey," an appropriate farewell.
The Elephante woman begins to speak...
Name : Silentiary
Alias : Silent, Tiar, Silentiar
Gender : Female
Paint Colour : Royal Girl
Place of Birth : Sakhmet
Current Residence : Haunted Woods
Occupation : Nomad, vagabond, gypsy
Prior Occupation : Daughter of an Advisor, worked as Scribe
Class : Lower or unclassed
Prior Class : Upper Middle, Merchant
Age : Late 30's? It'll cost ye a gold piece to know!
Marital Staus : Unwed, un-betrothed.
Compatriots : The Gypsies of the Haunted Woods, occasionally runs in with Mirlisa's group; old friends of Tybun.
Family : Lost to the Sands; Still alive, presumably.
Personality : An older, smart-alecky woman of various means, she's outwardly kind and cunning. Her eyes glint with trickery, however, and she's the sort of person around whom card players get nervous.
Blessed with various musical ability, she can sing and dance, as well as play a variety of musical instruments, though clumsily.
Her fiddle is her best, but we'd refrain from requesting anything on a harpsichord.
  
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Pictures of Silentiary...
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By Shel
    
(The last bit may need some explaining; That is Sarah, a wonderfully kind pound chatter whom, when Shel asked what she should draw me doing, suggested she draw me hugging her. And Shel did. I think I look a bit silly...!)
 
Two early concept designs for Silentiary; One as an adult, and the other as a soul leeching baby because Shel thought it was funny at the time.
By Others
  
O manusha khelevan tut...
The people make you dance...
Silentiary beams as she nods around the campfire,
These people here are my family! While they are not offical pets of Shel's, they are offical characters of Neopia that Shel has adopted into my family.
The Caravan
 While she's asked me not to give her name, The Wocky Gypsy who greets you in the Haunted Woods was one of the scouts who found me lost in the treacherous wilderness. She was the one who convinced the others I should be permitted to rest with them, if just for the night. Fortunately, that night has since eclipsed into many moons..!
 The second scout alongside the Wocky, Megan was less than trusting of me when she found me. There was a scuffle between the two, but thankfully, my finicky friend lost out. Since then we've become closer- As she's a rather inquisitive and curious Asiha! We've had some interesting adventures, I should say..
 Last but not least, my friend and father-figure, the dear Gypsy Leader. Like my beloved wocky friend, his name is a mystery- Excepting that I know her name, and not his! He convinced the others to let me stay with them, after I told him my story, and has since been the father of us all, telling us long stories, keeping us safe, fed, and warm, and watching over us like his own flesh and blood.
Gesturing to the other side of the fire, however, is a tangled looking path through the woodland thicket,
The rest of my family lies beyond these woods, or deeper within them. They are owned by Shel- And I love them. Although I may not know them all individually, I do know a fair few of them better even than the wonderful friends who have bought me here!
The Familia
Starting with those I know the best...
  
Tybun the Puyuria ~ Cvarel ~ Rouge, the Choro
Oh, Tybunrix is a rogue indeed! He's stumbled on our camp more than a few times on accident, though we're oft glad for his company- He's a mock gypsy, a follower, or a Puyuria. Cvarel is a storyteller- So we find her more oft than she does us, bless her heart. Rouge is a companion of Tybunrix-- Not that we approve much of him, frankly. He and his works are devilish! We call him the choro, or thief.
Hospitable Souls
  
Zhamutro Grotig ~ Rai Aidanos ~ Phei McGrue
The little shepherd, Grotig is a kind boy. He hides us in the stables whence come the raids- And Aidanos, as his master, is the kindest soul we've ever met. Many a time has he distracted the king's search parties to let us pass- We give him great honor with the title of Rai! McGrue is a sweet lass, who lets us travel with her family when they head out- Also under the employ of Aidanos. We call her Phei or sister out of affection, and Grotig is Zhamutro, meaning brother-in-law. It's a great jest, as he blushes over it often!
Those with Prikaza....
These are those tainted by ill fortune, or who are ill in fortune themselves!
  
Poor Qoset ~ Bird of Black Fate ~ The Vile Shanglo
Only Qoset is named within our circle. Daughter of Aidanos, her only crime is misfortune. Locked away by the Vile Shanglo (law keeper, in this case, Prince) to blackmail Aidanos, she has lost all ounce of sanity. On the other hand, the Bird of Black Fate never had any- Though she is said to truly not be all that evil, we'd step wide from her way as it were. Last, but not least, the most despised Vile Shanglo! Any mention of him prompts spitting and cursing. He is not a man we would want to meet unarmed- But we assure you, we will not let him go free from this world.
Baro Moy
A gossipy (baro moy meaning big mouth) upper class woman, we have heard rumors of her true black natures. She consorts only with the most villainous, and is quite power hungry. Having chased us from her land with dogs, we have no respect for this witch's daughter.
The Wuzho
Those who are blessed and pure.
   
Rani Fiona ~ The White Fate ~ The Woodland Phei ~ The Prala Rai
Given the title of Rani, Fiona is the savior of the forest people of Wellacre, and by an extended hand, our kind. In her modest country, we are welcomed and cherished; you cannot find more heart that that. The White Fate bestows all that is good upon us, and blesses travelers with light and music. As for the Phei, or sister, she lives in the woods with the Prala Rai, or the Brother Leader, and protects and helps those lost in the woods, so long as they respect her home.
The Departed
 
The Ves'tacha Rani ~ The Ancient Rai
We miss and long for the Ves'tacha Rani, or Beloved Lady, very much. She was a wonder to our land, and bought it all to life. Now, with her death, it is gone, and with her, the Ancient Rai lost himself. He loved her dearly, and at her loss, withered into nothing, but not before siring the Vile Shanglo and the Prala Rai.
We hope they rest in peace.
The Unknown
 
Rag ~ Tanvlo
Lastly are those members of the family Shel has created that I do not know. They are mentioned in passing in some places - GrandRagnarok having fought for Meridel once upon a time, and Tanvlo being a great and knowledgeable doctor, but beyond that, they are a mystery!
A book rests on her knee...
The Book is a silent, leather bound volume. It rests, weary and proud at her knee. Silentiary smiles shyly over at you, raising her brow,
Curious, then, aren't you?
Her laugh is melodic, calming and sweet. She opens the book and nods,
The whole saga is here...
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Silentiary watches you skim the pages, before she shrugs,
The Saga is a plan one, and many pages are missing. Shel is helping to recover them- But it takes time. Each page is a work of labor. Ink must be restored, works translated...
She gives another laugh, smile sparkling,
It'd be much easier to tell you, but I do favor the air of mistique this gives me.
And winking, she shuts the book.
Adoptables
Second Set
Little babies!
Other than these here whatsits, we're still working on content..
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