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Stealing from the dragon's den.

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Attla, the Conniving
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Roleplay posts: 84

Age: 27
Physical Description: A shrewd and bent over nomad, deprived of food at a young age, giving him malnutrition. His thin bones and muscle weaken him physically. He is just 5 foot 5 inches and has a weak and flimsy gait.
He is usually wearing a form of battered cloak, over black robes that hang loosely across his protruding figure.
His weakness extends to his legs, where he cannot run effectively. Instead, he must hobble at a slow pace, making him simple to outrun.
To most people he would be considered an outcast, a useless fruit of society, living off the work of others in a parasitical one-sided form of symbiosis.

His face is droopy, his eyelids purple, a permenant state caused by his lack of sleep. He is an insomniac and thusly has use magical means to get himself to sleep.
He has beard, congealed with silver and brown hairs, which is spewed haphazardly across his chin, in an ugly show of his unclealiness.
His hair is a mess of dirt and grime. It is hard to gauge of his hair is brown, or it is merely the mud that lumps together inside of it.
His eyes, a brilliant green iris, contrasted by the vicious red tendrils in his eyes, a sign of bleariness and tiredness.
His nose is long and angular, ending at the near hidden, slim mouth stuck in a grimace of pain and anguish.
He near always has a thin cover of sweat across his body, with little pieces of grit mixed in, like a foul soup.
Clothes and Equipment: As mentioned, he has a black, torn and weak robe, covering a small fleece of sheep's wool. Over this robe, a battered and torn black cloak covers him fully. His is connected to his robe by a simple headwrap, creating a black hood to shield himself from the sun with.

He wears large leather boots, worn and old, with obvious mistreatment. No attempt to clean his boots has been made.

He carries a twisted and gnarled ironwood root, as a walking stick and makeshift weapon. He uses it as a way of casting magic, using it to gather energy in the same way a lightning rod would conduct lightning.

Underneath his robe he carries a satchel. In the satchel he keeps a small coin purse, and a small box where he keeps various nefarious equipment, such as lock-picks, needles, small daggers and some throwing darts, all of these stolen or created by him.
Registered: Mar 18, 2016 23:24:09 GMT -8

Stealing from the dragon's den. Mar 19, 2016 0:57:38 GMT -8

Post by Attla, the Conniving on Mar 19, 2016 0:57:38 GMT -8

Ah yes. It is time, time for me to expand my horizons and I require a gold to be able to do so. One man cannot have political leverage without a vast supply of gold. So, I simply have a very easy task, easy if you are half decent at sneaking, or half decent at killing dragons. Which leads me to my next point.
I need a company to assist me to either sneak past the dragon, or dispatch it some way shape of form. I have planned the quest to take place at three hours past midnight, when the dragon will be dormant. Therefore, killing the beast could be simple, if you properly use the environment effectively.
It is essential to bring at least three leather sacks full of gold and riches back. These will be split evenly throughout all of the members. Each bag I predict may have at least 2000 gold worth of riches each. This means 6000 in total, to be shared between each-other.
Be at the Gemstone Cave at one hour before the quest begins, else-wise there will be consequences.
I'll mark the Cave on the map.
(post on the thread in open lands to join)

Last Edit: Mar 19, 2016 1:00:45 GMT -8 by Attla, the Conniving