Asora
Established
Roleplay posts: 17 
Physical Description: Asora looks like a young human girl of around age 10. Her hair is red, and her eyes a vivid green.
Clothes and Equipment: She usually wears a suit of ceremonial armor that she acquired with her post. While well-maintained, it looks like an antique. After all, its style evokes the height of fashion from 700 years ago.
Registered: Dec 31, 2017 11:41:15 GMT -8
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Post by Asora on Feb 12, 2018 21:46:43 GMT -8
 The tattered walls of Fort Adamant loom like a mountain along the Iber River, in stark contrast to the flat land all around it. It is a place of stark verticality. Even its outermost wall is fully thirty feet tall, with another, taller wall rising higher on the inside. It has only two gates. One lies along the riverbank, warding a thriving port town. The other faces out into the wilderness. At first glance, the walls seem unoccupied. Indeed, the outermost wall is only left with a skeleton guard. Just enough to hopefully spot anyone coming and sound the bell. On the side away from the river, there is nothing but an overgrown path. Here and there, an oddly flat stone juts up, hinting at what might once have been a paved road. Even a novice tactician will note some oddities in its structure. At the gates, as one would expect, there is a drawbridge, moat, and stairs leading up to the walls. Who would design a fort to face its defenses inward? The moat follows the inside edge of the wall, and the gate is barred from the outside. It's almost like the fort was designed not to keep something out, but to keep something inside. Although many stop in the port town, there is very little traffic into the fort itself, though the gates hang open. The fort is a place of terrible reputation, the civilians most fear those terrible days when the great gates shut. There is always such noise. Like thunder from within the walls. |
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Zvir
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Newly created
Physical Description: Six feet tall and chiseled from polished stone, Zvir is a fierce-looking creature. A humanoid body, with two digitigrade legs and a long, prehensile tail. Its hands are "clawed" and its head is dragon-like, elongated to a beak-like mouth, two sockets that glow red when active, and capped with two foot-long horns. It has two, large dragon-like wings.
Appears to be made of gray granite. Muscular, despite it not having any actual affect on its strength. It is etched with countless runes that encircle its throat, wrists and ankles and, when under duress or fighting particularly fiercely, they glow with a red light.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zvir wears only a rather richly-colored loincloth. It is unenchanted, and completely mundane but it seems to put mortals at ease.
Its spear, however, is enchanted to be particularly fatal. Made of the same stone as he is, the tip and haft are etched with runes and it is incredibly heavy but largely functions as metal. It's sharp, and difficult but not impossible, to destroy.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 12:02:12 GMT -8
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Post by Zvir on Feb 13, 2018 12:52:47 GMT -8
The travel from Lord Volkh's castle was easy going. After all, the gargoyle had no need to stop for eating or sleeping. Once the vampire had heard of the dire state and the duties of the fort he had decided to send something of an envoy in the form of Zvir. As the state-like creature spotted the fort in the distance it banked, bringing itself slowly to the walkway that faced the wilderness. It was best to avoid human contact until it was sure how they would react. Approaching from the walkway seemed the less hostile action, too, and it held its spear in one hand like a staff attempting to make it clear it had no desire to fight.
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Feb 14, 2018 12:13:51 GMT -8
Upon a horse as white as snow Rune rode, the proud stallion a stark contrast to the dreary conditions - a symbol of defiance against the overcast skies and the constant drizzling the clouds above deposited.
Rune paused for a moment, stopping the horse. His father had sent a letter with him, instructing that he not open it and give it to whoever was in command at Fort Adamant. Now, the fact that his father said not to open it of course only made him want to open it, and so he did, breaking his father's seal to read the letter's contents.
To Whom it May Concern,
As is tradition... I, Lord Naimus shall send my son and heir to Fort Adamant to serve, as many generations past have done, but I also ask a favor of thee, as a veteran of the fort.
Rune needs to act as a proper heir of the Naimus family should, he needs to learn how to be a man. Ever since his mother...
And that is where Rune stopped reading, throwing the parchment away in disgust. The letter from his father to the commander at Fort Adamant fluttered to the ground, landing in a muddy puddle near the side of the rode as Rune nudged his horse forward and continued trotting down the road.
He didn't need his father's disapproval following him, or his concern. As an optimist, Rune saw this Fort Adamant thing at least as an opportunity to get away and be his own person, yet even that his father sought to take from him. He let out an exasperated sigh at the thought of it, nudging his horse from a trot to a gallop. The dreary landscape flew under him until he crested a hill, revealing Fort Adamant.
Fort Adamant was only a day's ride away from Rune's home, yet he had never been to the place in his entire life. Constantly he was told about it by his family, how large and magnificent the castle was, that he would someday go there, and now here he was.
Most would say he was destined to arrive here eventually, he had trained all of his life to serve here after all, but Rune didn't believe in destiny. The fort looked dreary and boring to him, despite its size. Reluctantly, he spurred his horse forward, heading towards the fort.
He would soon pull up next to Zvir, galloping up on his horse from behind.
Rune seemed to be not at all perturbed by the walking statue, perhaps its body language helping to put Rune at ease.
"Hello! I am Rune," he said, offering a dazzlingly white smile, "Are you on the way to the fort? If so I think we should proceed together."
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Zvir
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Newly created
Physical Description: Six feet tall and chiseled from polished stone, Zvir is a fierce-looking creature. A humanoid body, with two digitigrade legs and a long, prehensile tail. Its hands are "clawed" and its head is dragon-like, elongated to a beak-like mouth, two sockets that glow red when active, and capped with two foot-long horns. It has two, large dragon-like wings.
Appears to be made of gray granite. Muscular, despite it not having any actual affect on its strength. It is etched with countless runes that encircle its throat, wrists and ankles and, when under duress or fighting particularly fiercely, they glow with a red light.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zvir wears only a rather richly-colored loincloth. It is unenchanted, and completely mundane but it seems to put mortals at ease.
Its spear, however, is enchanted to be particularly fatal. Made of the same stone as he is, the tip and haft are etched with runes and it is incredibly heavy but largely functions as metal. It's sharp, and difficult but not impossible, to destroy.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 12:02:12 GMT -8
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Post by Zvir on Feb 14, 2018 16:26:18 GMT -8
The gargoyle outside the Fort had hardly taken a few steps in the direction of the gates before he heard the sound of hoofbeats. Turning slowly it spotted the newest person who approached. Their pink hair flowed in the wind, and they smiled at it. Enter together? The beast was somewhat...surprised, was it? Surprised that this individual hadn't seemed perturbed by the creature's appearance. Lord Volkh had warned that most humans might find it off-putting and to avoid them at all costs until it was securely behind the walls of Fort Adamant. This one, however, had approached it of its own volition.
When they introduced themselves, Zvir gave a single nod of acknowledgement. This was it: The moment when it would speak to the first entity outside the walls of the castle its master had created. Its first impression on humanity at large.
"Zvir," the gargoyle uttered, its voice deep, but surprisingly smooth. Tapping its chest as if to indicate that was the target of its statement. "We go together, Rune."
Nailed it. Turning back towards the Fort with a sense of personal accomplishment it had never felt before. It had spoken normally with a human, after all. Heading down the path, its heavy footfalls thankfully avoided damaging the stone structure any further.
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Rickent
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 23
Physical Description: Rickent is an average man, of average build. He stands at 5'8".
Clothes and Equipment: For his everyday gear, he wears a leather chestpiece, and some light padded armor. His only abnormal piece of kit is his crossbow, which looks pretty ordinary.
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 21:52:31 GMT -8
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Post by Rickent on Feb 15, 2018 11:47:13 GMT -8
As the two approach the gate, a friendly looking guardsman waves to them. He shouts something, but the wind steals his words away
He vaults over the battlements, and slides down the side of the wall. There's a neat effect as he does, a faint blue light connecting him to the wall and slowing his fall. About five feet from the bottom, he kicks off of the wall, and lands lightly in front of them. He seems pretty relaxed about the whole thing. He has a crossbow strapped to his back, but no other visible weapons.
"Greetings, friends!" he says as he lands, "I'm Captain Rickent! What brings you two to Fort Adamant today?"
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Feb 15, 2018 14:56:18 GMT -8
Rune gave Zvir a playful nod in return, mimicking the gargoyles' initial response.
"Nice to meetcha, Zvir. I like your name!" he said, his voice much higher in tone than Zvir's.
Together then, the two would continue on down the stony path to the Fort, the sound of hoof falls and heavy stone footfalls preceding them. As the Captain approached finally, Rune would bring his horse to a halt, letting the man approach before hopping off of his horse.
"Hello, Captain! I cannot speak for my companion, but I am Rune Naimon. I have come to serve at Fort Adamant," he said, the various bows in his long pink hair bobbing slightly as he dipped his head in a small bow as a show of respect and greeting.
Rune said no more, as he figured the man would know him simply by name alone. For generations, the Naimon family has sent their sons to the fort to serve, and they were quite renowned as monster hunters in the surrounding lands.
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Zvir
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Newly created
Physical Description: Six feet tall and chiseled from polished stone, Zvir is a fierce-looking creature. A humanoid body, with two digitigrade legs and a long, prehensile tail. Its hands are "clawed" and its head is dragon-like, elongated to a beak-like mouth, two sockets that glow red when active, and capped with two foot-long horns. It has two, large dragon-like wings.
Appears to be made of gray granite. Muscular, despite it not having any actual affect on its strength. It is etched with countless runes that encircle its throat, wrists and ankles and, when under duress or fighting particularly fiercely, they glow with a red light.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zvir wears only a rather richly-colored loincloth. It is unenchanted, and completely mundane but it seems to put mortals at ease.
Its spear, however, is enchanted to be particularly fatal. Made of the same stone as he is, the tip and haft are etched with runes and it is incredibly heavy but largely functions as metal. It's sharp, and difficult but not impossible, to destroy.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 12:02:12 GMT -8
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Post by Zvir on Feb 15, 2018 21:11:16 GMT -8
As the man descended in this most curious of ways, the gargoyle seemed unsurprised. After all, it hadn't known what to expect to begin with to be surprised. As he introduced himself, Zvir hung on the word "Captain." So this was the one it was to address? Glancing at Rune as they gave their name it decided to follow suite in the silence that came after.
"I am Zvir. Lord Mykola Volkh heard of this place. I was created yesterday as a gesture of goodwill." Glancing at Rune as if taking cues from their announcement it added, "I have come to serve at Fort Adamant." It thick tail swayed slightly at his announcement as he bent his head slightly, mocking the bow that his companion had performed.
"Lord Volkh asks that you do with me what you please."
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Rickent
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 23
Physical Description: Rickent is an average man, of average build. He stands at 5'8".
Clothes and Equipment: For his everyday gear, he wears a leather chestpiece, and some light padded armor. His only abnormal piece of kit is his crossbow, which looks pretty ordinary.
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 21:52:31 GMT -8
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Post by Rickent on Feb 16, 2018 14:07:18 GMT -8
Rickent's eyes light up when Rune introduces himself. He starts talking, his volume increasing at almost the same rate as his pace.
"At last! Your dad is a legend! Rune the Unbreakable, he's still called! The stories, like the time he singlehandedly held the line against Ruhkk at Dolmen Gate!"
He furiously starts shaking Rune's hand, before noticing Zvir.
"Ah. Nice to meet you, friend."
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Feb 16, 2018 16:43:56 GMT -8
Rune seems slightly surprised but eventually managed a smile as the man shakes his hand vigorously, "Ah, yeah... he is pretty great isn't he?" Rune said, feigning the reverence for his father that the man showed. Rune very much didn't like being reminded who his father was, of his fame as a monster hunter.
Most sons would be content with simply living up to his name, yet Rune strived for even more than that - he hoped to surpass his father one day.
Pulling his hand back after the handshake, he rubbed his hand momentarily before pressing, as he was somewhat impatient, "So where do we go to see about joining you here at Fort Adamant?" he asked.
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Zvir
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Newly created
Physical Description: Six feet tall and chiseled from polished stone, Zvir is a fierce-looking creature. A humanoid body, with two digitigrade legs and a long, prehensile tail. Its hands are "clawed" and its head is dragon-like, elongated to a beak-like mouth, two sockets that glow red when active, and capped with two foot-long horns. It has two, large dragon-like wings.
Appears to be made of gray granite. Muscular, despite it not having any actual affect on its strength. It is etched with countless runes that encircle its throat, wrists and ankles and, when under duress or fighting particularly fiercely, they glow with a red light.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zvir wears only a rather richly-colored loincloth. It is unenchanted, and completely mundane but it seems to put mortals at ease.
Its spear, however, is enchanted to be particularly fatal. Made of the same stone as he is, the tip and haft are etched with runes and it is incredibly heavy but largely functions as metal. It's sharp, and difficult but not impossible, to destroy.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 12:02:12 GMT -8
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Post by Zvir on Feb 18, 2018 19:53:22 GMT -8
When the man dismissed his lifelong declaration of servitude that would last as long as the walls of the fort stood to speak the the other human about the exploits of his father, Zvir was left somewhat out in the cold. In all honestly he didn't completely grasp what was happening, but he had expected a bit more. Perhaps it was in his presentation? When Rune pushed for them to be allowed admittance, however, the gargoyle nodded. Well, there was no use waiting around for what-ifs anyways. What he was here to do was fortify this structure.
I, too, wish to begin my service." he added, not wanting this strange, excitable man to get too distracted by his reverence.
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Rickent
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 23
Physical Description: Rickent is an average man, of average build. He stands at 5'8".
Clothes and Equipment: For his everyday gear, he wears a leather chestpiece, and some light padded armor. His only abnormal piece of kit is his crossbow, which looks pretty ordinary.
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 21:52:31 GMT -8
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Post by Rickent on Feb 19, 2018 20:39:07 GMT -8
Rickent seems to snap out of his trance
"Yes. Of course! I'll send a message in at once."
He waves to one of the soldiers.
"Report to Asora. The son of Rune the Unbreakable has come!"
He slips back slightly into his excited tone again,
"And also this guy. Zest? Zilvi? Something like that. They're here to join, so an interview would be good when she has the time."
The soldier nods and heads through the gate at a brisk sprint.
"In the meantime, I'll take you on a tour. We can see the sights!"
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Rune Naimon IV
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Rune is an androgynous young man, easily described as beautiful as he leans more on the feminine side. He is 164cm (5'4") tall and weighs 56kg (123lbs). His hair and eyes are noteworthy features, their colors bright and dazzling, yet unnatural. His hair is a light pink and his eyes a vivid purple. His hair is very long, reaching to his waist. He commonly wears his hair in an elaborate braid with various ribbons.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rune usually wears an elaborate set of ornate armor that seems to be rather lacking as far as pure protection goes, foregoing such elements for more aesthetic purposes in some areas. Along with this he wears a white furry cloak. One should note that his armor is adorned with numerous magical enchantments.
At his belt he wears a simple sword, though it is also a heavily enchanted weapon with the ability to reshape itself extensively, such as into different weapons.
Image of equipment: https://i.imgur.com/bJvBzot.jpg
Aside from his combat gear, Rune will usually wear whatever he feels like wearing.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Rune Naimon IV on Feb 20, 2018 10:12:59 GMT -8
Rune giggled at the Rickent's attempts at guessing Zvir's name, "It's Zvir, silly," he said to Rickent, though the soldier had already sprinted inside to report to Asora.
As they walked towards the fort to begin the tour, Rune at Rickent's right side, Rune would lean in towards Rickent, his hair had some sort of floral scent, "So! Who's Asora, are they the one who runs things around here?" he asked, curiously, his purple eyes looking at Rickent expectantly as he waited for an answer.
His father really didn't talk much about Fort Adamant, Rune had heard most of the stories through other people.
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Zvir
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Newly created
Physical Description: Six feet tall and chiseled from polished stone, Zvir is a fierce-looking creature. A humanoid body, with two digitigrade legs and a long, prehensile tail. Its hands are "clawed" and its head is dragon-like, elongated to a beak-like mouth, two sockets that glow red when active, and capped with two foot-long horns. It has two, large dragon-like wings.
Appears to be made of gray granite. Muscular, despite it not having any actual affect on its strength. It is etched with countless runes that encircle its throat, wrists and ankles and, when under duress or fighting particularly fiercely, they glow with a red light.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zvir wears only a rather richly-colored loincloth. It is unenchanted, and completely mundane but it seems to put mortals at ease.
Its spear, however, is enchanted to be particularly fatal. Made of the same stone as he is, the tip and haft are etched with runes and it is incredibly heavy but largely functions as metal. It's sharp, and difficult but not impossible, to destroy.
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Registered: Feb 13, 2018 12:02:12 GMT -8
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Post by Zvir on Feb 20, 2018 10:52:31 GMT -8
When Rickent couldn't seem to remember Zvir's name, it didn't appear to react. As they began heading inside for the tour, the gargoyle followed silently, glancing around. After all, if things went according to plan, this was where it would be spending the next era. With heavy footsteps it followed the other two, cocking its head at the other two as they began to speak. It was a worthy question: Who is this Asora? It would pay to know who was in charge, but he didn't quite understand what the man had meant by an "interview."
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Rickent
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 23
Physical Description: Rickent is an average man, of average build. He stands at 5'8".
Clothes and Equipment: For his everyday gear, he wears a leather chestpiece, and some light padded armor. His only abnormal piece of kit is his crossbow, which looks pretty ordinary.
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 21:52:31 GMT -8
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Post by Rickent on Feb 20, 2018 22:27:24 GMT -8
"Asora is my grandmother. She's the commander of the entire fort." Rickent explains helpfully, "She makes all the decisions about personnel, so you'll have to meet with her, before you can formally join."
With that, he leads them through the gate and into the military district.
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