USQUE AR HARA
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Registered: Mar 9, 2015 23:20:49 GMT -8
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Post by USQUE AR HARA on Sept 2, 2019 9:52:10 GMT -8
Situated between three different villages in the forest that is the Usque, the Drinking Horn is a place where various people of the forest come and catch up on gossip. Because it is also in the center of the three places, it is also a trading post and general store, just walk to the building across for any supplies to purchase or trade.
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Varia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 23
Physical Description: Race: Mostly Human
Class: Beast Master
Age: 23
Female
Brown Hair
Brown Eyes
Fair-Olive Skin
Average of Height and slightly athletic in build
Clothes and Equipment: Bracelets of black leather, one bejeweled and bangled.
Head dress of feathers and braided leather.
Leather Armor (not depicted) in the form of: Corset, bracers, Hyde helmet, Hyde Boots
At Her Belt:
Short Sword (Left side of belt)
Pouch of Gold (Right)
Map and Compass
Pouch of Medicinals (Right)
5 ft Cord (back)
Flint and Steel (Left)
At Her Back:
Basic Bow
Quiver full of Arrows
1 large sack containing:
A change of normal clothing and underthings
2 Changes warm clothing
Winter Cloak or Summer
Dishes both for cooking and for eating
Protective cloth covered crystals of various colors
50 ft of rope, coiled (Hanging from Right)
Grappling Hook, 2 Torches (Hooked to left side of pack)
Sack of Food, Water Skin, Wine Skin(Right Side)
Bed Roll (On top)
Registered: Jul 25, 2019 14:44:47 GMT -8
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Post by Varia on Sept 5, 2019 16:38:14 GMT -8
She had plenty of meat from a hunt and checking of the traps she had set, and the pelts from her last hunt finally cured enough to trade for supplies. She finished doing her transaction in the trade building, selling a good stack of ten or so rabbit pelts, three large pieces of tanned leather from a deer, duck feathers she had been collecting for some time, and etc. The meat was then delivered to the back door of the tavern, and she went inside to talk with the bartender about any rumors that needed to be heard.
She sat at the bar counter, pressed freshly pocketed coin along for a bowl of rabbit stew and some mead, moving to a table only after exhausting what little information the tender had to give about the deforestation that was happening. Nobody knew much about it yet. She was prepared to go to war if necessary to save her home.
Since the tavern wasn't busy yet as it was early morning still, the young beast master spread out the map she was in possession of... Her lynx stayed outside while the owl, which had been previously perched upon her shoulder, flew off of her shoulder, caught a field mouse that had gotten in from the outside, and perched in the darker part of the rafters to devour the pest... hence the reason it was allowed in.
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: ***********
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Clothes and Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Allegiances: People of the Usque
Player's online availability : Whenever health doesn't get in the way
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 9:28:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Sept 6, 2019 4:45:10 GMT -8
They'd had to leave for a time... She wasn't very happy and wondered what happened to Ekir, and it was a wonder that Yutin had joined her when she was commanded to head back into the forest and to the tavern where people met. She dismounted her steed about a mile down the road and changed into less ornamental clothing, opting for breeches and a homespun shirt. She signed to Yutin after the guards left, indicating they were almost at the inn.
She led the halfling into the inn and toward an empty table. The rain began to pelt down just afterwards and she gave a grateful huff to be inside at the moment.
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Düen Mossbeard
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Registered: Sept 2, 2019 8:06:23 GMT -8
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Sept 7, 2019 5:51:35 GMT -8
Stomp.
The sound of heavy footfalls could be heard even before the door to the inn opened. They were good heavy stomps, the kind that spoke of either anger or determination, of a stride that would not be waylaid or halted by anyone.
Stomp, STOMP.
Of course, such footfalls required a particular kind of body to manage. A dwarven body. Only dwarves could perform a good stomp, everyone else was too tall or too light. You had to be short and heavy, so each slam of foot against ground carried the proper resonance.
STOMP, STOMP, BOOM.
The doors to the tavern burst open as one pissed off dwarf grumbles his way into the room. The scowl on his features shining through his thick beard as he makes his way to the bar, every footfall pounding out through the room. He comes to the tavern and hops up onto a stool.
"Dwarven ale if ya have it. Yer strongest liquor if ya don't."
His voice was gruff and gravely, sounding like the grinding of stones against stone as he makes his demands. He was in a deep wood brown cloak, his clothing seemed to have been woven out of living leaves of plants. He had a mighty battle ax strapped to his back and his beard and hair were a deep crimson color.
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 21
Physical Description: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes doen to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Allegiances: Himself
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 15:04:07 GMT -8
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Post by Yutin on Sept 7, 2019 13:48:09 GMT -8
Yutin padded after Tana, clambering up onto the chair and sitting down, his curious eyes just above the table. From this point, he looked around the tavern. "Cozy place." He remarked amiably. "Do they serve tea?" He asked Tana. "I think you could use some. You look a little down." His tone was sympathetic and concerned for his friend.
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Varia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 23
Physical Description: Race: Mostly Human
Class: Beast Master
Age: 23
Female
Brown Hair
Brown Eyes
Fair-Olive Skin
Average of Height and slightly athletic in build
Clothes and Equipment: Bracelets of black leather, one bejeweled and bangled.
Head dress of feathers and braided leather.
Leather Armor (not depicted) in the form of: Corset, bracers, Hyde helmet, Hyde Boots
At Her Belt:
Short Sword (Left side of belt)
Pouch of Gold (Right)
Map and Compass
Pouch of Medicinals (Right)
5 ft Cord (back)
Flint and Steel (Left)
At Her Back:
Basic Bow
Quiver full of Arrows
1 large sack containing:
A change of normal clothing and underthings
2 Changes warm clothing
Winter Cloak or Summer
Dishes both for cooking and for eating
Protective cloth covered crystals of various colors
50 ft of rope, coiled (Hanging from Right)
Grappling Hook, 2 Torches (Hooked to left side of pack)
Sack of Food, Water Skin, Wine Skin(Right Side)
Bed Roll (On top)
Registered: Jul 25, 2019 14:44:47 GMT -8
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Post by Varia on Sept 9, 2019 9:24:12 GMT -8
The barmaid that had to serve the dwarven man said, "We only serve Dwarven Ale..." And she was off to get him a tankard. Meanwhile, the beast mistress continued to look at her map with keen interest.. At least until it registered that there was a dwarf in the tavern. She glanced over to the man who looked pretty pissed off. She briefly wondered why he was angry, but chalked it up to him just being a dwarf.
She glanced over to see Tana and a halfling enter, and tana was looking upset, rightfully so with what was happening in the forest.
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: ***********
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Clothes and Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Allegiances: People of the Usque
Player's online availability : Whenever health doesn't get in the way
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 9:28:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Sept 9, 2019 9:36:29 GMT -8
Tana looked at Yutin with a frown, then signed a little angrily because at least he figured out what she was saying. He just... disappeared. Where did Ekir go, Yutin? And she would drop her hands to the table top. The other barmaid said, "We don't have tea here, but we do have some cool water." Tana, who had been here before and could communicate with them there, and signed that she wanted mead and Yutin would have whatever he wanted.
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 21
Physical Description: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes doen to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Allegiances: Himself
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 15:04:07 GMT -8
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Post by Yutin on Sept 9, 2019 15:49:14 GMT -8
Yutin's eyes softened. "I really don't know. I'm sorry, Tana. It would have to have been extremely important... trust me when I say that he wouldn't have left you if it wasn't important for your safety or his family's. I'm sure he'll come back." He turned to the barmaid. "Water would be fantastic, thanks." He requested. The small craftsman studied Tana's face. "You meant the world to him, Tana. He will come back no matter what."
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Düen Mossbeard
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Registered: Sept 2, 2019 8:06:23 GMT -8
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Sept 9, 2019 16:58:26 GMT -8
"I'll be the judge a'tha." The dwarf says with a good proper harumph, another thing that the other races couldn't manage to do properly. A good harumph came from the belly and sounded like an avalanche of disbelief crashing down on the rocks of disappointment. For the moment he sits there and waits for his drink as nothing had caught his attention as of yet.
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: ***********
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Clothes and Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Allegiances: People of the Usque
Player's online availability : Whenever health doesn't get in the way
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 9:28:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Sept 9, 2019 18:32:00 GMT -8
Yutin's eyes softened. "I really don't know. I'm sorry, Tana. It would have to have been extremely important... trust me when I say that he wouldn't have left you if it wasn't important for your safety or his family's. I'm sure he'll come back." He turned to the barmaid. "Water would be fantastic, thanks." He requested. The small craftsman studied Tana's face. "You meant the world to him, Tana. He will come back no matter what." I want to believe that but... she signed... he didn't say anything, he just went away. It was clear that the young miss had started to feel genuine feelings for the kid, but she also seemed crushed. With a sigh, she continued... I am sorry, I don't mean to be upset. I have never... had feelings for somebody before.
The beverages arrived for all newcomers who ordered drinks. Dwarven Ale of a high quality was set in front of the dwarf, Mead in front of the mute. and water in front of the halfling.
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Varia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 23
Physical Description: Race: Mostly Human
Class: Beast Master
Age: 23
Female
Brown Hair
Brown Eyes
Fair-Olive Skin
Average of Height and slightly athletic in build
Clothes and Equipment: Bracelets of black leather, one bejeweled and bangled.
Head dress of feathers and braided leather.
Leather Armor (not depicted) in the form of: Corset, bracers, Hyde helmet, Hyde Boots
At Her Belt:
Short Sword (Left side of belt)
Pouch of Gold (Right)
Map and Compass
Pouch of Medicinals (Right)
5 ft Cord (back)
Flint and Steel (Left)
At Her Back:
Basic Bow
Quiver full of Arrows
1 large sack containing:
A change of normal clothing and underthings
2 Changes warm clothing
Winter Cloak or Summer
Dishes both for cooking and for eating
Protective cloth covered crystals of various colors
50 ft of rope, coiled (Hanging from Right)
Grappling Hook, 2 Torches (Hooked to left side of pack)
Sack of Food, Water Skin, Wine Skin(Right Side)
Bed Roll (On top)
Registered: Jul 25, 2019 14:44:47 GMT -8
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Post by Varia on Sept 9, 2019 18:43:24 GMT -8
"I'll be the judge a'tha." The dwarf says with a good proper harumph, another thing that the other races couldn't manage to do properly. A good harumph came from the belly and sounded like an avalanche of disbelief crashing down on the rocks of disappointment. For the moment he sits there and waits for his drink as nothing had caught his attention as of yet. "I have to go into the catacombs," she said a little too loudly... "Damn..." Her predecessor had been dead for a long time but there was something that belonged to her now. She stood up and touched the map, silently counting the miles and overwhelmed. "Feruzia died here," she mumbled and marked the map with an X, "Which means the amulet is either on her or in her pocket." She glanced around then and turned toward the three different people for a moment before turning to the Dwarf, "You... Sir Dwarf, with your magnificent beard. Could you tell me where I might get some of the armor made by dwarves? I have money right now, I sold pelts aplenty. I need something to withstand the underbelly of the Usque." It was a well known fact that beneath the forest were caves once occupied by dwarves until the cataclysm, and plenty of nasty things now resided within the depths of the caves.
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 21
Physical Description: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes doen to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Allegiances: Himself
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 15:04:07 GMT -8
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Post by Yutin on Sept 9, 2019 18:52:56 GMT -8
Yutin sipped his water through the mask around his face. He sighed. "I've been there. Believe me. It hurts, I know. The person I liked... She never came back. I'm not even sure she liked me. I know Ekir liked you, even loved you. He will come back. You just have to have faith." He sipped his water again.
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: ***********
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Clothes and Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Allegiances: People of the Usque
Player's online availability : Whenever health doesn't get in the way
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 9:28:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Sept 10, 2019 6:47:47 GMT -8
She wrinkled her nose and signed, I doubt the love part... We've only just met.
With a sigh, she drank at her mead and shuddered when it burned down her throat. Oh. But she would be fine. She blinked then when she heard the familiar voice of Varia, and listened to what she was asking of the Dwarf she spoke to. She slammed her hand down, "N-n-no," she said out loud. The underbelly of the Usque was a huge risk to take by oneself.
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 21
Physical Description: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes doen to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Allegiances: Himself
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 15:04:07 GMT -8
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Post by Yutin on Sept 11, 2019 15:23:16 GMT -8
Yutin sighed. "The more you worry, the more it will hurt, that's for sure." He said finally. His yellow eyes flashed as he blinked, then took a drink of his water. "The underbelly?" He asked in an undertone to Tana. "That sounds dangerous... is there something wrong with Usque?" His eyes filled with concern as thoughts flooded his head. He adjusted the brim of his hat nervously and fiddled with the ornate flute that hung at his waist.
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: ***********
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Clothes and Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Allegiances: People of the Usque
Player's online availability : Whenever health doesn't get in the way
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 9:28:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Sept 12, 2019 9:30:49 GMT -8
She gestured toward the Beast Mistress who was talking about the underbelly, and then said, "S-s-s-s-suc...successor.... B... b... beast m-m-m-master." Then signed that she was probably going down there to collect Feruzia's amulet. Feruzia, she signed, died in the Goraian-Isran war while leading people through the catacombs. Bit by giant spider and fell as result... She sighed and then couldn't help but to listen.
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 21
Physical Description: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes doen to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Allegiances: Himself
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 15:04:07 GMT -8
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Post by Yutin on Sept 12, 2019 15:07:12 GMT -8
Yutin's eyes widened. "Do you think we should help them? I mean, with your expertise and experience, surely we can prevent their deaths." He glanced over at the lady and the dwarf, worried for their fate.
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Düen Mossbeard
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Registered: Sept 2, 2019 8:06:23 GMT -8
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Sept 13, 2019 8:23:28 GMT -8
It takes the dwarf a moment to realize he is being spoken to and when he does he looks up. "Depends on whose askin'" He says eyeing the woman up and down. "Ye don't look like the type who should be buying themselves dwarven armor." It would be a waste of good steel in his opinion. "And ye certainly dun look like the type that would survive the underbelly of the Usque."
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Varia
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 23
Physical Description: Race: Mostly Human
Class: Beast Master
Age: 23
Female
Brown Hair
Brown Eyes
Fair-Olive Skin
Average of Height and slightly athletic in build
Clothes and Equipment: Bracelets of black leather, one bejeweled and bangled.
Head dress of feathers and braided leather.
Leather Armor (not depicted) in the form of: Corset, bracers, Hyde helmet, Hyde Boots
At Her Belt:
Short Sword (Left side of belt)
Pouch of Gold (Right)
Map and Compass
Pouch of Medicinals (Right)
5 ft Cord (back)
Flint and Steel (Left)
At Her Back:
Basic Bow
Quiver full of Arrows
1 large sack containing:
A change of normal clothing and underthings
2 Changes warm clothing
Winter Cloak or Summer
Dishes both for cooking and for eating
Protective cloth covered crystals of various colors
50 ft of rope, coiled (Hanging from Right)
Grappling Hook, 2 Torches (Hooked to left side of pack)
Sack of Food, Water Skin, Wine Skin(Right Side)
Bed Roll (On top)
Registered: Jul 25, 2019 14:44:47 GMT -8
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Post by Varia on Sept 13, 2019 8:57:11 GMT -8
Varia cleared her throat and straightened, "My name is Varia and I am the successor to Feruzia, beast Mistress. I have to go into the underbelly to retrieve her amulet. It is my destiny even if I might die."
She heard the sound of the denial from Tana and looked her way, "I have to."
"I need the armor and I am willing to do what it takes to get it."
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: ***********
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Clothes and Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Allegiances: People of the Usque
Player's online availability : Whenever health doesn't get in the way
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 9:28:03 GMT -8
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Sept 13, 2019 9:08:00 GMT -8
I am going with you, she signed. She looked to her halfling friend and gestured, you don't have to but you can if you want.
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 21
Physical Description: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes doen to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Allegiances: Himself
Registered: Jun 30, 2019 15:04:07 GMT -8
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Post by Yutin on Sept 13, 2019 13:38:22 GMT -8
Yutin chuckled. "I'd be glad to go. Maybe I can find something of interest to carve, or something new. Plus, it's been a while since I've had to fight something. I need to shake off the rust." His yellow eyes gleamed as he smiled behind his mask. The brim of his hat light up slightly as the round lights shone.
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