#tantilton

A grunt was given as he shifted to his side to fully face her, granted it caused a yelp and modestly hurtful laugh to follow as she shifted where he had landed on her hair when he adjusted. "Oh sorry."

A wave off was all it took for her to actually reach forward and brush away his bright shock of red hair from his face, the elven man catching her eyes straying to his hair as he let his eyes lift to try and follow. "Something wrong?"

"Your hair is so long."

"Isn't everyones?" As Tan let his eyes drop again and give a meaningful glance to her own dark chocolate hair that mingled with his red.

"Yes, but I'm not in the army or have to wear a helmet," Sel'um shot back as she let her fingers toy about with a random lock, curling it about her pretty finger causing him to follow the digit to her playing.

"Well if you keep pulling it, I'll be plenty bald for it."

The elven woman would snort as she gave it a soft yank and shook her head. "Ugh, bald like some southern brute."

"Brute? That's an interesting term of endearment. Am I no longer a lamb? A ram maybe?"

His lover would snort as she scooted in closer to him and curled her hand through more of his hair to draw their skin closer. "A ram is far to noble an animal for you my dear. And perhaps you are losing your cute and tender nature with needing to swing a sword or bow, so maybe no more lambs."

"I don't think 'need' is the adequate word for it," Tan would answer, an edge of bitterness in his tone at the notion.

Sel'um would just sigh and tug at his bare chin, her fingers gripping harder to make him look down at her than before with her trail of enticement. "No but this stubborn streak you are so prone to definitely fills in the gap for what you are now."

"Oh?"

She would smile as she leaned up to kiss his chin softly allowing the tip of her tongue to add a different tease to her lips with it's soft lick. "Oh yes. You ar my little billy goat."

"A goat?" Tan asked with a breathy surprise at her touch and at being compared to such an animal.

"Mmmhmm," Sel'um replied, deciding she had had enough of their awkward lovers banter. She was ready for more of what had been finished a few moments before and Tan'tilton was eager to provide.

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"Oy! Silver! Up an attum!" The hard Kul Tiran dialect snapped Tant'tilton awake with a start, his legs kicking out to bang into the side of the cart and his head to lift from the side at the wrong time with a bounce to the salt warmed plank.

Tan's hands would fly to his head as he wince and did his best to bite back his cry of pain, his eyes shut hard as he struggled to keep it buried.

"Are you alright?" A voice of concern followed cutting through the throb in his skull, a gnarled hand coming to steady him for a moment as he let his weariness toss him about like the break in the waves nearby.

"Yes, yes I'll be alright just was dreaming to hard I think," Tan assured the hand as he pulled free one his hands to gently squeeze the one his shoulder, opening his eyes again and look into the worried face of Seamus. "Just dreaming to hard."

Seamus Cohagein smiled wearily to his friend, the lines of time etched clearly to his pale face that he was trying unsuccessfully to hide beneath a long but kept beard of grey auburn. "Oh it's such a joy when you can't even sleep without getting hurt. Sleep to much, you hurt. Sleep not enough, you hurt. Sleep the right amount, you're still hurting. Getting old is the worst."

Tan wanted to agree with him, but being a few years over 200 was hardly old to one of his kind. Seeing the lines and time wearing into the older human caused a poetic pang to strike the elf as he decided to keep those thoughts away and nod in quiet agreement. It was just easier.

With a final rub to the back of his head, Tan would ease himself forward to match the rocking of their dubious mode of transportation. Finn said it was easiest for traveling the back country while Orson would usually pipe back that the best was to sail through the sky via gryphon. This would in turn lead to the same arguments between the pair about the same mundane triviality that the pair of Kul Tirans loved to trade barbs over. All fun in games.

Except when it was six months worth of it.

The elf was always grunting these day as he rose to a crouch and looked over Finn's shoulder at the horizon ahead of the rocky road to the north side of Drustvar. Gray skies. Clouds listless. Yellow grass. Cold winds. Drustvar as it ever was. Coughing and spitting over the side of the cart, Tan could feel the look of mild disapproval of Seamus as he laid a hand on the shoulder of his fellow inquisitor. The Kul Tiran would shift and quickly shrug off the hand.

"Oy there," Finn would growl a bit as he gave Tan'tilton a look of 'you know better' of which the elf would raise a hand in apology hoping the man would understand he'd done it more to steady himself. The glare and snort was enough for the apology to be conceded.

"How much further?" Tan asked after giving a few moments pause.

Finn would grunt as he held the reins of the pair of draft's pulling their cart along. "You see up ahead?"

"Yes."

"That far," Finn snapped with a dark chuckle.

"Quit bein an arse there, Finn. Yer beef's wit me an the weather," the heavy voice of Orson Campbell belted from the starboard side of their 'boat'.

"Fack off Campbell!" Finn snapped, traveling was not agreeing the bushy mustachioed inquisitor thanks to a lovely curse that had done a bit more lasting embarrassing damage to Welles. "Tides be damned, take the reins Tips."

Tan barely had a moment to grab up the reins and slip into the drover seat as Finn swung around off the wagon to land on the opposite side of the marching Orson. As dirt hit boot, Finn was jogging off into the weeds at a less than graceful lope.

"Poor fucker, that witch was a real tick fer settin tha on 'im." Orson spoke gravely from the right side, the massive Kul Tiran marching along still though he used one hand to hold onto the edge of the cart as they traveled.

"Will he be alright you think?" Tan asked as he did his best to keep the horses in line with the road, though he knew they knew better than he ever would about the road they traveled.

Orson shrugged. "Iffen he ain't shit himself ta death yet he'll live."

A broken tooth smile was send to the elf as Orson continued to mock his partner. "Couple days of cleanse serves the fucker righ."

Tan'tilton would sigh and smile weakly, doing his best to keep in line as much as out of sight to the inquisitor's work and plan. He was here to aid and assist in these lands. They had to live in it. "So not much farther then?"

"Naw, the Gift's nother hour or three ahead. Long as the horse holds, we migh hav to stop fer a few to rest em. This shit," Orson grunted as he kicked a large rock away. "Rough on their step."

Tan would just nod, finding the answer sufficient to the task ahead. Athair's Gift. A village that should not be, but was meant to be.

"Here we go."

Personal Information––– – Profession: Journeyman Inquisitor of the Order of Embers; bard; tracker; translator; Former Farstrider Hobbies: playing the lute, reading, bird watching Languages: Common, Orcish, Thalassian, Goblin, Amani (basics) Residence: Arom's Stand Birthplace: Tranquillion Religion: The Light Patron Deity: None Fears: 'circling back'; dying; the Scourge; the Loa

Relationships ––– - Spouse: Sel'um (ex-wife) Children: Giltana (daughter) Parents: Branketh Sprucesworn (father); Aselana Sprucesworn (mother) Siblings: Portian Spurcesworn (brother; deceased); Leurana Sprucesworn (sister; deceased); Gieltorn Sprucesworn (brother) Other Relatives: The Sprucesworns being a fairly affluent family have multiple members of the House that can be claimed as cousins or such Pets: Rooster, an old hawkstider

Sex & Romance ––– - Sexual Orientation: Hetero Preferred Emotional Role: submissive | dominant | switch Preferred Sexual Role: submissive | dominant | switch Libido: Fair Turn ons: Smiles, music, dance, fleeting touches, nostalgia Turn offs: Violence, cruelty, grudges Love Language: acts of service Relationship Tendencies: coming and going with a broken torch causing 'issues'

Traits ––– - Extroverted / In Between / Introverted Disorganized / In Between / Organized Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded Calm / In Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable Cautious / In Between / Reckless Patient / In Between / Impatient Outspoken / In Between / Reserved Leader / In Between / Follower Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic Traditional / In Between / Modern Hard-working / In Between / Lazy Cultured / In Between / Uncultured Loyal / In Between / Disloyal Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– – Smoking Habit: Inevitably Drugs: Occasionally Alcohol: Socially

RP Hooks ––– – Born in the Light Tan'tilton is the second son and third child of house Sprucesworn of Transquillion, which means very little in the eyes of his family considering what he is now. Sprucesworns serving as rangers under the flag of Quel'Thalas for hundreds of years, Tan was set to follow in legacy of his fore family but threw it all away as the fear of the worlds finally struck him fully to the heart. The Sprucesworns continue to serve and live in the recovering city of Tranquillien but grow cold as Icecrown when mentioning the former wayward son.

Walking into Shadow Wise and powerful words were spoken to select elven folk in the midst of the turmoil gripping the elven state as the world constantly crashed around them. The strong faith of a powerful magister took hold of the failing Farstrider and lead him to take counsel as much as refuge in the teaching of Umbric. The idea to find safety and security for his people and city was a noble notion when entering the rift that day in the Ghostlands. Truly many lived up to that concept, but for Tan it was far more selfish reasons. He wanted to live. After all the horrors visited upon his life by the world it seemed reasonable to believe that hope would lie beyond the veil, deep within the Void.

Running through Darkness A Ren'dorei's life is new and harrowing as being cut off from all they had known and would know to come back from the Void into the real again. Stained by the abyss. Forged by the enemy. Channeling the madness. Tan was no stranger to the dark touch he had tried to run from only to be warped by the creatures beyond the rift. Taken from all he had known before and sent into a new but familiar world with the teachings of a Windrunner to manage the taint, the former Farstrider would find himself heading into the climax of the Fourth War across the sea to the isles of the humans. To Kul Tiras. To Drustvar. To the Order.

Standing in the Embers The Fourth War was closing, but the island of Kul Tiras would never be quiet again. So much darkness had clawed it's way back into the world, eager to feed on the life of it's people and wounded riches of the country. The people cried for aid and as many during the war had rallied to the cries when the war came to a close those ships left the island behind. The Order of Embers remained as it had been remade by the Waycrests so should it stand fast still in the face of the dark may it be from witch, demon, beast, or other shadow that sidled from stone and sea. But they needed hands. They needed knowledge. Enter a lost elf with a wealth of knowledge, a strong hand of skills, and a hunger for redemption.

Counting on Home It had been two minutes to Midnight when the call for all those of elven lineage should return home. Quel'Thalas was under siege. The Sunwell was under attack. The Void had come home. So too should all children of the Sun to bring to the bear a shield of faith to protect all those who could not be. Tan could not ignore the call, despite the reservations and failings of his past. There was more than a city at stake. There is family. He can't lose them now. Not to this. Not again.

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IC - "Do you think mama," whispered the small troll as she wrapped her arms around her much larger father as she pressed her face into his scarred green skin. The heartbreaking echoing in the child's voice as she spoke in broken sobs. "Do you think mama would be disappointed at I am glad you are home?"

Tan'tilton stood silent in the rain as he watched the sorrowful reunion, the beads of water slipping down his violet tinged face as the bright red hair matted to his face. He'd been fighting for some time now. Some time felt like forever now even though he had only been with the Order of Embers for a few short years the times before the now was harder to remember seeing sights such as this. Another lifetime.

A lifetime of war. At home. In the field. Forests. Mountains. Years of death and fear that gripped him to the core left and right in his times fighting for the kingdom of Quel'Thalas in the height of trying to snuff out the empire he now currently stood in. Amani trolls were the enemy, and now he was standing here watching them show something he had never imagined he'd feel for them.

Pity? No. That's what the old life would have told him to feel now seeing the sight of a father comforting his grieving child. A child that he could have remembered from long ago, having to hold her and comfort at losses all around them. His own child.

No he didn't feel pity. He felt kinship. Empathy. They really were more a like than he could have ever imagined. More than he was ever taught too.

Tan'tilton, misbegotten son of the house Sprucesworn, turned away from the sight of the family but feeling ever painful arrows to the words in his back as he trudged from the Bluffs.

"No, small one-" the father whispered as he held his child. "Dat was what she hoped for."