Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397 
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on May 3, 2015 22:11:01 GMT -8
Jill followed her after her eyes lit up on two scimitars that captivated her attention in a similar way. Unfortunately for Jill however, she didn't have any such privileges to buy or claim it as her own.
Jill's response to Jun was as much an agreement as a confession.
"Never used something like that before, it seems kind of heavy and a lot different than a sword. But I can try, or at least we can do some practice fights with it."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on May 3, 2015 22:20:32 GMT -8
"Oh, excuse me, sir?" Jun immediately turned back to the man. "Are you the owner of the shop? How much for those two scimitars on the display?"
Jun looked back at Jill and winked.
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Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on May 3, 2015 22:55:35 GMT -8
Jill was shocked. Jun was incredibly generous, and Jill wasn't quite sure how she could respond in kind. Her wink met a beaming smile.
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255 
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on May 4, 2015 7:36:06 GMT -8
The one eyed quest giver ignored the two women and kept up his pace. "Owner? What? no... Sorry, no time to talk. I have 500 gold to make!" He would have liked to talk longer. The tan women intrigued him. She must be from far to the east. He had read something about nations lost during the cataclysm there. However, she was wearing the garb of a Medan solder,(Or was that a royal garb? Silas wasn't sure) and carried a ceremonial macuahuitl of all things. Those were artifacts from the far south, he had thought, Perhaps they are used in the east as well? He looked the looked the strange women up and down once more as he left. She was an exotic beauty unfound in the west. Small with tan skin and narrower eyes she carried herself confidently. A mage then? Silas wanted to find out more but the man he was following was already disappearing around the corner. "Why not just take the scimitars and leave an IOU?" He called back over his shoulders. "Place looks abandoned anyways." Silas dipped around the corner to the the man making a sharp right this time.
Silas increase his pace and ran straight into three big men. Two had swords unsheathed and the third, the one eyed man, gave Silas a hard shove then punched him in the face. Silas staggered back, and to cheek, and hit the wall with a clatter of wood on wood on stone. No time for the shield and spear. One man with a sword leaped forward with a stab. Silas jumped forward to the side and parried the sword with his left hand while unsheathing hunting knife with right. He sliced the man across the stomach then kicked him back into the other two. As they stumbled Silas dropped the knife with a clatter and drew his sword. Blood trickled from his left hand making his grip slick.
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on May 4, 2015 11:47:13 GMT -8
A Mugging right off of Stonevale square? This was absurd. They should know a guy like Silas would have hardly any money.
"What are you doing fool. Finish him fast!" The one eyed man had taken the sword from the man Silas had cut. Bleeding on the ground the fellow groaned and thrashed about. Silas was a didn't really want to kill here in the streets. He had already been seen coming in the ally by countless people and didn't want to be suspected of murder. Besides, this fight would not bring in any gold. The second henchman attacked swinging for Silas's head in flurry of strikes, totally open. Clanging swords Silas blocked as he back stepped, but soon found himself against the wall again. Narrowly dodging a over head blow meant to cleave his head Silas smashed the pommel of the sword into the mans face, breaking the noes.
"HELP! FIRE!" Silas screamed, hoping the noise would draw attention and scare the footpads away.
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on May 4, 2015 12:02:50 GMT -8
Mailed guards, four of them, two armed with spears and two with longswords, arrived at a full sprint in full kit. First to intervene, the four descended on the armed muggers.
"Stop! Surrender your weapons!" A loud, authoritative voice called out, not a yell but loud enough to command the attention of the environment. Should the muggers continue attacking Silas, they'd find themselves in a series of disorienting grapples, as the guards grasped the back of their tunics to pull them forcefully upon the ground, one moving to wrap an attacker in a debilitating bear hug.
Should they attempt to address the disruption to their criminal activity with aggression, they'd have quite another issue on their hands.
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on May 4, 2015 13:04:08 GMT -8
The footpad with the broken noes dropped his sword and abruptly fled. The one eyed man discarded his grin and snarled at Silas. "This isn't that last you've seen of us. Those gems will be ours!" Silas had no idea what the man was talking about, but was glad to see him leave. The man on the ground was left behind but he didn't look to be in very good shape. A healer could fix him up though.
"Thanks, for the help." Silas said to a guard as he sheathed his sword and bent to pick up his knife. He wiped the blood off on the squirming man's clothing. "I was led here thinking I was joining a quest, but then they attacked me. The quest scroll was decreed by the Princess Eremae, but now that I think about it there was no signature. I don't feel like this was meant to be a robbery."
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on May 4, 2015 14:07:19 GMT -8
"I see," the lead guard said inquisitively, looking down the direction the ruffian fled for a quick moment--that person had been stopped by the crowd in the square, and seemed now under arrest by another pair of guards. He turned back to Silas.
"You can rest assured there will be a full investigation into this scheme of theirs.. typically crime isn't much of an issue here. I suppose with the princess' lucrative directive, it's good we've been on the lookout."
A smile, perhaps a handshake, and Silas would be waved on his way--best not to interfere much more with the crime scene, and allow the city workers the dirty job of cleanup, detention, and closure.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on May 4, 2015 17:45:05 GMT -8
Jun overheard this conversation, arriving just too late to interfere. She went ahead and left the promissory notes at the blacksmith and encouraged Jill to take her new scimitars. "We should be getting back to the princess. She might be in trouble. You can give me lessons later." If Jill had no other business here, they would leave the area and head straight back to Camilla, hoping she was alright.
Jun could already feel the strain on her bank account, but she figured it was worth it. After all, she had come to Medan to explore and possibly be a hero, not to make money. Money was ultimately good for property and well-being, and if Jun ever decided to she could simply return to the Expanse and join her father.
Besides, these weapons were too much to pass up. "Hey, Jill, what do you think our shiny new toys actually do?"
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Jill
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 17
Physical Description: Dark brown hair and pigtails, small and faded blue tribal tattoo on her right upper arm.
Clothes and Equipment: Tribal gear of a deep purple hue, with lightly guarded forearms. Her belt hoists a small brown pack, a curled up whip, and two thin, ornate scimitars.
Player's online availability : Some during week days, and most nights 8pm+. Pacific time.
Registered: Apr 1, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -8
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Post by Jill on May 4, 2015 21:08:50 GMT -8
They left the area, heading back towards the Central Square for Camilla and the others. Jun asked her about the weapons, and Jill, being finely attuned to magic and its numerous artifices, could feel something of an answer when she focused on them.
"They seem to work as mana reservoirs. I think I can charge the ruby in each hilt, and draw upon it later!"
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on May 6, 2015 19:25:23 GMT -8
<Enter from King's Tankard>
In the abandoned shop, which was scattered with nice and expensive looking weapons, Silas bound his chest with a strip of cloth. He would be suggest that only one person go and inform the princess of what happened in the morning. After doing so he would find a corner to stretch out in and sleep.
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Zax Miguel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 27 years old
Physical Description: A lean young man with tan skin and dusty brown hair. His beard is kept short and well trimmed. He has dark blue eyes and a scar from a knife wound starting on his chin and moving up just under his lip.
Clothes and Equipment: Dark green travelers cloak (slightly damaged)
Grey tunic, brown pants (2 pair each)
Leather Backpack and sleeping roll
Steel Cutlass with an Ivory Handle
2 Steel Daggers
Wine Skin and Cloth Coin bag
Short bow and Hide Quiver with supply of arrows
Registered: Apr 29, 2015 9:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Zax Miguel on May 6, 2015 19:29:34 GMT -8
<Enter from King's Tankard>
Zax staggers into abandoned shop behind Silas, wincing in pain. He began searching for some cloth to use to begin treating the deep wound on his shoulder.
"Think those men were acting on their own? I fear we may have already met our first dangers undertaking this quest, they were clearly interested in what we seek."
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on May 6, 2015 19:34:31 GMT -8
"I met a guy in there this morning who said he was part of the quest. He took me past this very shop and three of 'em tried to stick me. Luckily the guard showed up. I think someone wants us to fail." Silas yawned.
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Rakki
Established
Online: Arriving at the Lake of Dreams
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 20
Physical Description: Rakki is a bipedal anthropomorphic canine resembling a lab or perhaps a collie or shepherd of some kind. He sports thick, shaggy brown fur in addition to similarly colored but distinctly longer hair atop his head. His facial structure is nearly fully canine, and he sports a greater number of muscles in his face, which allow him to express a wider range of more human emotions. He has four fingers and one opposable thumb on each hand, with each finger ending in a claw rather than a fingernail. Although he walks upright, Rakki walks with a digitigrade (toe walking) stance, and his feet largely resemble that of a dog, preventing him from donning ordinary footwear. Rakki possesses a tail, which is medium length relative to his body and does not drag upon the ground.
Picture reference: http://i.imgur.com/llsw5bf.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Rakki possesses relatively little clothing and equipment. He is usually clothed in robes made of stitched-together sack cloth, with a simple rope belt to prevent them from coming open. He walks barefoot, but thanks to the thick pads on his feet this usually presents little difficulty.
Other than his cloths, he possesses a rather large bindle made of a stick and a big patch of sack cloth, with small pockets stitched onto the inside. He uses it to carry only a flint, assorted herbs, gauze, any rations, and a small skillet.
Player's online availability : Practically anytime, less reliable on weekends.
Registered: May 4, 2015 20:24:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rakki on May 6, 2015 19:34:31 GMT -8
[enter from king's Tankard]
Rakki breathed an explosive sigh. It had been a long day, and finally he had an opportunity to rest. He took his time catching his breath and re-organizing what items he managed to salvage from the brawl in the King's Tankard, and then approached Silas and knelt beside him. "I can tell you're in pain. Will you permit me to remove some clothing and take a closer look at the wound?"
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on May 6, 2015 19:38:58 GMT -8
"That would be wonderful. Just a broken rib or two I think. Name's Silas."
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Rakki
Established
Online: Arriving at the Lake of Dreams
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 20
Physical Description: Rakki is a bipedal anthropomorphic canine resembling a lab or perhaps a collie or shepherd of some kind. He sports thick, shaggy brown fur in addition to similarly colored but distinctly longer hair atop his head. His facial structure is nearly fully canine, and he sports a greater number of muscles in his face, which allow him to express a wider range of more human emotions. He has four fingers and one opposable thumb on each hand, with each finger ending in a claw rather than a fingernail. Although he walks upright, Rakki walks with a digitigrade (toe walking) stance, and his feet largely resemble that of a dog, preventing him from donning ordinary footwear. Rakki possesses a tail, which is medium length relative to his body and does not drag upon the ground.
Picture reference: http://i.imgur.com/llsw5bf.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Rakki possesses relatively little clothing and equipment. He is usually clothed in robes made of stitched-together sack cloth, with a simple rope belt to prevent them from coming open. He walks barefoot, but thanks to the thick pads on his feet this usually presents little difficulty.
Other than his cloths, he possesses a rather large bindle made of a stick and a big patch of sack cloth, with small pockets stitched onto the inside. He uses it to carry only a flint, assorted herbs, gauze, any rations, and a small skillet.
Player's online availability : Practically anytime, less reliable on weekends.
Registered: May 4, 2015 20:24:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rakki on May 6, 2015 19:44:09 GMT -8
"Rakki!" He replied jovially. "and a broken rib is certainly a problem if you plan on doing any questing anytime soon. Luckily bones are my specialty. The dog took a moment to fish a few relevant herbs and a mortar and pestel, then set them gingerly aside so he could peel off any armor or clothing on Silas's upper body. He did his best to not cause any unnecessary pain. With his cloths out of the way, Rakki needed only a single touch to assess the exact condition of the wound. "aha! You're in luck. Just cracked, not broken."
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on May 6, 2015 19:49:04 GMT -8
"Second time I have been healed by magic today." Silas frowned. "If I keep this up I'll be in my grave within the week. Another healer would be useful on our quest. If we talk to Princess Camilla I am sure she will accept one more."
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Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 8, 2024 12:15:31 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2015 19:49:50 GMT -8
<Enter from The King's Tankard>
Harlen came in last and shut the door, making sure to bolt it as well, just in case. "Well, did what I could. Two of them should live, and a lot of the people didn't seem that surprised with how things turned out." He sighed and sat leaning against a wall. His mind was blurry from the adrenaline and alcohol, and it made his skull feel like exploding. Reaching under his shirt, he pulled out his smelling salts and took a brief sniff. Things seemed to clear up, and it was much easier to think. He watched Rakki work on Silas's wounds. He pulled out his alchemy kit and pushed it towards them. "Sorry for dragging you into this, Rakki. I honestly assumed events would turn out quite different than they did. You may use that for their wounds, and take what you need for what you lost in the tavern. I just restocked this morning, but it looks like I'll be doing so again tomorrow." He breathed out heavily, wincing a bit from his own bruises, and watched the sky out a window. This had been quite a long day.
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Arella Hildandi
Committed
Current Location: New Brimiarde
Roleplay posts: 56
Age: 26
Physical Description: She has long dark brown hair with a gentle wave that extends to her hips. It frames a pale face and a slender, almost dainty body. She is of medium height and has golden brown eyes. She is mostly of human descent, the rest is a mystery from her mother's family.
Clothes and Equipment: Her usual garb is a plain black dress secured around the waist with a golden cord. An intricate pendant hangs from a leather cord around her neck. She also wears a black, hooded cloak fastened with a silver pin in the shape of a crescent moon. Attached to her side is an elaborately decorated knife. In her small pack is a small healer's inventory, a leather-bound notebook, a small pocket with gold and silver coins, and a velvet red ribbon.
Registered: May 4, 2015 14:49:05 GMT -8
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Post by Arella Hildandi on May 6, 2015 19:51:48 GMT -8
<Enter from The King's Tankard>
Arella followed the group to the blacksmith's shop. It was a dirty, messy place, as well as empty of all other people. She stood over in the corner, watching Silas, the man who had helped her up earlier, get worked on by the dog. It was nice to know that the ribs were only cracked. It would be shame if half of their party was already broken and bruised before the quest even began. Zax looked to be in pretty bad shape, though, with the gash on his shoulder. It made her feel like the bruise on her own was nothing. Even so, there was a difference between two of them. He was a fighter and she was not. She rolled her arm, working out the knotted muscles of the bruise and then carefully took a seat on one of the benches.
"So you all are going on the quest? Is there anyone else besides you four?" Arella asked. She had barely heard anything when she first arrived about the quest and who would be on it. She assumed that the princess and her two bodyguards would be involved in some way and she herself would do as ordered, but four mercenaries seemed like an efficient size for a group.
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Zax Miguel
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 27 years old
Physical Description: A lean young man with tan skin and dusty brown hair. His beard is kept short and well trimmed. He has dark blue eyes and a scar from a knife wound starting on his chin and moving up just under his lip.
Clothes and Equipment: Dark green travelers cloak (slightly damaged)
Grey tunic, brown pants (2 pair each)
Leather Backpack and sleeping roll
Steel Cutlass with an Ivory Handle
2 Steel Daggers
Wine Skin and Cloth Coin bag
Short bow and Hide Quiver with supply of arrows
Registered: Apr 29, 2015 9:37:03 GMT -8
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Post by Zax Miguel on May 6, 2015 19:58:31 GMT -8
Zax pulled a dusty cloth out from behind the blacksmith's counter and shakes the dust off of it before removing his cloak and tunic to bandage his wound.
"There were some others too, rather large group, don't think the Princess had anticipated that. I doubt those men were working on their own, Harlen, Silas says he had a similar run in earlier today. I'm guessing someone else is looking for this artifact we're after."
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