Camaro (Dart)
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Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 2, 2020 21:24:38 GMT -8
 There has been a tale spread throughout the lands of a temple that lies deep within the barren desert that holds that holds the greatest of treasures, the desert rose. A priceless artifact that have been sot after by many. Those who have tried to take the rose have ended up dead within the temple or dead from the exertion required to reach this sacred temple. If one comes into possession of the desert rose it is said that it may grant the owner great power and can be sold for thousands upon thousands of gold. The price obtained from selling this desert rose is so much that they and their children will never have to work a day in their life. It is not easy to find the temple, but those that have heard of its location have only said to follow the path void of life. No one knows who built the temple or why it was built. For those that reach the temple, it is an impressive sight. A large stone structure lay nestled against a study sand dune. The faint glow of a torch can be seen from inside. The torch never seems to go out. Some say the temple was recently built while others say the temple has stood for many centuries. All that is known of the temple is that it is filled with unknown power. Dart was lucky to find her way here on camel back. She has dressed herself accordingly as to not die by the desert heat. Going out into the unknown desert is one thing but going out unprepared is a death sentence. She hated doing her thieving in the daylight but with this temple she would rather it be light out. Who knows whats lurking in the darkness. There is something beautiful yet unpleasant about this place. Dart has learned that other jeweled roses have been found in different temples but the desert rose is the hardest to obtain. She knew by that statement alone that she had to try. |
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 3, 2020 7:28:21 GMT -8
His journey had been one of self-reflection. A shaman has suggested he make such a trek in order to try and remember who he was, where he came from… Trouble was the desert was more of a hassle than he had asked for in life. There was sand… everywhere. And the heat, gods, the heat! But he was a man, a warrior, and he needed this time to grow and become a better man and warrior.
He’d inadvertently stumbled upon a temple the night prior, and was currently using it as a shelter against the sweltering heat. The big man had no idea what he stumbled upon housed a treasure, for he was not treasure hunting; he had no idea that a lass was hunting for said treasure and would be upon him any moment. He only knew that he was thirsty and had to ration his water and that he was slick with sweat.
What sort of vision was he supposed to get? He wondered this with a scowl on his face, feeling like he had wasted his time in doing this.
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Camaro (Dart)
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Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 3, 2020 20:38:25 GMT -8
Dart leads her camel to a shaded area near the temple and leaves some food and water out for the animal. Hopefully, this temple run will not take her long. It would be bad if her only ride back died. Dart grabs her backpack from the camel before tracking into the temple. She blinks for a second before turning and finding a long hair man sitting by the wall next to the entrance. The sight caused her to jump back almost giving her a heart attack. She wasn't expecting anyone else or didn't think anyone else is there.
Her eyes quickly glance at the man noticing he didn't have any weapons visible to her but he could be carrying some. She decided she didn't need to make any more enemies especially out in the middle of nowhere.....and plus it doesn't look like he's gunning for the jewel.
"you, who are you and what are you doing here? I thought no one knew where this temple was?" Dart says grilling into him with her questions as she squats down to his eye level.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 3, 2020 21:39:48 GMT -8
All of a sudden, there was a young lass in his vision. His eyes blinked a few times, for he wondered if she was a mirage or part of this vision that he was supposed to receive from the Gods for this sweltering travel. She was asking questions of him and it took him a moment to realize that she was no vision, but a real woman in the flesh.
“I am taking shelter, what are you doing?” he countered easily, as he had nothing to hide. She, on the other hand, was rattling off questions as if she had a reason to. “I was going to be on my way soon, but I am trying to see a vision and I think it is a fools errand I am on.”
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 3, 2020 21:49:08 GMT -8
"visions?" Dart asked passing her water canteen over to the man. She may be a crook and killer but dying in the desert is not a way she would wish for anyone to go out. "you came all the way out here to look for vision" She couldn't believe her ears, at least he didn't seem to know anything of the jewel. She decided to avoid his question for now. Did he travel all the way here by foot? The journey by camel took her at least a few days. There was something about this man that Dart felt obliged to help this man.
Dart turned her head back to look at the lit stone hallway stretching deeper into the temple. She was anxious to get the jewel but it wasn't going anywhere.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 4, 2020 7:42:23 GMT -8
“A fool’s errand,” he repeated, “Sweltering heat to cause visions.” But instead, he was sitting there just sweating and thirsty. He wasn’t dying yet, though he would if he ran out of water before this vision came. He frowned and drank some of his own water, turning hers down because he still had a few skins full. “I will be leaving soon enough, I have been traveling for a long time and no visions have come.” He sighed at this and said, “But you haven’t answered me. Why are you here? Women should not travel alone in such a place.”
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Camaro (Dart)
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Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 4, 2020 20:07:33 GMT -8
"I'm not like most women, I can handle my own. There's something inside this temple I'm looking for. Call it a sort of artifact if you will. You also seem quite capable too if you traveled here by foot. Did you see anyone else enter through here?" Maybe another reason people call her Dart because her conversation seems to dart all over the place. She took another nervous glance around them. The people who often sot out these treasures are not good people. Dart isn't a good person but she doesn't blatantly kill anyone that gets in her way. Dart indeed is in the business of killing but only if there's a gold reward for someone's head. The fewer questions you ask the less you think about your morality.
Darts eyes return back to the stranger as she studies him carefully her eyes like two beams bearing into him. Maybe this man could be her death or maybe they both will die to the sweltering heat and other persons in search of the treasure. If the latter is true, it fills her with comfort to know that she might not die alone.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 4, 2020 20:23:46 GMT -8
His brows went up as the girl proclaimed she wasn’t like other women. He tilted his head and studied her, wondering if she was indeed a mirage if she was proclaiming to be a treasure hunter. Tass did not know very many treasure hunters, and those he did most certainly were not women. “I have not seen another soul besides you, miss,” he stated without batting his eyelashes. He gave her an equal amount of scrutiny as she was giving him, tit for tat, and he found her to be slightly irritating in a way he couldn’t name. Was it because of the way she spoke? Maybe it was because she was a pretty thing who had no business being on her own in the dessert where anyone could come along and do nefarious things to her? “Why do you bring up that I look capable, are you enlisting my help to find this artifact of yours? If so, I have nothing better to do.”
He stood then, a tall man of broad shoulders. He turned to retrieve his water skin and there was a large axe strapped to his back. Indeed, he was quite capable of getting into skirmishes. The various scars on his glistening skin did speak of battles and practice battles.
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Camaro (Dart)
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Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 4, 2020 20:39:05 GMT -8
Dart shrugs her shoulders. "maybe riding on that camel outside has led me starved for conversation. You don't seem like the type of person who would die in the desert" Dart stands up from her squatting position and stretches her leg. Compared to the large bute she is an entire foot shorter and much more slender and nimble. Dart shook her head slightly seeing that she could easily hide behind him. "so have you got a name?" She calls back starting to walk down the hallway into the temple.
The small woman carries herself with a sort of liveliness giving off the impression that she knows exactly where she's going and what she's doing. Her steps long yet purposeful, every action she takes seems to have a purpose whether she intended it to or not. At the end of the hall, the temple forks into two separate hallways. She marks an x on the wall next to her with a sharp dagger. What use would getting the Desert Rose be if she never found her way out of this forsaken place.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 5, 2020 8:49:19 GMT -8
"I would hope not," he rumbled with a look of confusion as she started to walk away. She really was going to take him along with this scheme of hers. She was a tiny thing compared to him, he mused as he followed along and then wondered why he was following some girl he had just met. "Tassarion," he said without missing a heartbeat. "Tass or Sarion will do if you want something easier." He caught up with long strides but did not move in front of her.
He was glad someone knew where they were, for he certainly didn't. He watched her move surely and with purpose as he walked behind her. She was smart enough to mark her path, which is something a tracker would have no issues doing. "What about you? Do you have a name?" If she was starved for conversation, a conversation she would have. He looked between the two hallways in curiosity.
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 5, 2020 13:19:50 GMT -8
"Tass, I like that. You can call me Dart and what I do. Let's just say I take odd jobs for gold" It was nice meeting someone who didn't know who she was. It may be best to not tell strangers that she has a knack for thievery.
"It seems we've come to our first decisions. Left or Right?" Dart has studied a layout she received of the temple for months practically knowing the ins and outs of this place as if she lived here. These first turns never really mattered at some point they all take you to the treasure. Just a matter of which traps you'll encounter or more specifically who you might encounter.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 5, 2020 13:52:29 GMT -8
"I see," he said, though he wasn't certain he did. "Pleasure to meet you, Dart," he said. "At least you aren't trying to find visions like me." He gave a snort. Fool's errand indeed, he thought with a shake of his head.
"Right," he said without too much thought. He had no idea what was about to happen. "Should I be worried enough to have my weapon drawn? I have never encountered a place such as here." Nor had he ever ventured into the desert on foot in search of a vision before, but that was neither here nor there. He toyed with the idea of drawing said ax in preparation for whatever was to come, never wanting to be caught off guard if he could help it at all.
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Camaro (Dart)
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Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 5, 2020 14:25:32 GMT -8
"You can if you wish but until we get deeper into the temple the most we'll encounter are simple traps" Dart says as she turns heading towards the right hallway. "why are you chasing visions if I may ask, it seems a bit odd to walk all the way into the desert for" She takes her step carefully down the hall checking for any tight wires. Even though she has the outline memorized Dart doesn't know where all the traps could be. Going through this temple is similar to a child's game for Dart. This place sure has it's beauty and maybe she'll come back when her mind isn't set on the rose anymore.
Dart feels her foot snag gently upon a wire, just enough pressure to tell her its there but not enough to break the wire and set off the trap. "speaking of traps here's our first one." She marks the ground beneath it in a discreet manner allowing her to know its there but anyone else wouldn't even notice the mark. She steps over the trap and turns back making sure Tass did the same.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 5, 2020 14:50:33 GMT -8
He decided he was going to take her word for it. Traps weren’t that bad if one could navigate around them easily. It was a good thing she was in front though because she indicated a trap within moments of them walking down the right corridor. He stepped over it and avoided answering the question at first. After they were passed the trap in question is when he actually replied, “I don’t know who my parents are. I was hoping for a vision about them, where I could possibly find them.”
He had known all of his life that he wasn’t of the people who raised him, mostly because his name was not of the area in which he lived. “There too is a vision men are supposed to have in their journey to become a great warrior.”
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 5, 2020 16:11:50 GMT -8
"well, I hope your journey here wasn't for nothing. Maybe something will strike you the more we continue. There's always a reason for everything. I never knew my parents either and frankly, I don't care to seek after them. I'm doing good right now, I've made my own life. I have something going for myself" Dart continues walking. Even if everyone knows her as the shifty street rat, she's made enough to have a roof over her head and a full belly each night. Not a bad life in Dart's book. "so this warrior thing, is that what you also strive to become? You sure have the look down"
At the end of the hallway, the road forked into three paths. Each of them painted a different hue. The path going straight was the same sandy color as the rest of the temple. The two paths splitting to the left is colored green while the one to the right is colored blue. Dart recalls that choosing the wrong path could lead to one becoming very lost. Dart isn't afraid of getting lost. She easily chooses the left path, pick the colors of the Desert Rose they say.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 5, 2020 17:22:05 GMT -8
"Perhaps," Tass murmured as he followed her through the hallway. "I do not want to know my parents in particular, but I need to know who I am." He paused and listened to her next question, which caused a pleasant rumble of laughter to emit from his throat. "Do I? I am a warrior already, it's true, but I have plenty of room for improvement." It was true, he wasn't perfect at what he did but he wasn't bad at it either. The difference between a good warrior and a great warrior, however, was in the semantics.
He paused at the end of the hallway and waited for her to pick a direction to take. He followed her as she moved toward the left. What kind of shenanigans was the girl going to get him into? He looked around him, trying to stay aware of the environment at all times.
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Camaro (Dart)
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Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 5, 2020 17:33:42 GMT -8
Dart gave a quick laugh. "I find improvement a funny type of thing, for me if it works then do it. I think I've perfected my craft or maybe I haven't met a challenge in a while." She pulls out a small bag she has filled with sand tossing a small handful into the hallway revealing a line of tripwires. They are spaced enough to allow one foot to fit between the wires. Dart gracefully makes her way through the wires. "I'm surprised that you've decided to join me as I trek through this temple" her hands gloss over a few carvings on the wall depicting rituals of the people who used to use this temple. "If you knew me you would've stayed far away." She lets out a loud laugh that echos through the hallway.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 5, 2020 19:20:03 GMT -8
"But being cocky can get you killed," he said with a shrug. He had to step over the wires sideways in order not to trip them. "You're the first person I have seen in weeks, and if I want to make it out of the desert alive, I figure I should befriend a stranger. Or is that a farfetched notion? I don't particularly care to push you about your past. The less I know, the better, is that it?" Not that he would walk away now... he didn't know his way around and didn't particularly care to get lost. He would continue to follow along, choosing not to laugh in return because he wasn't sure what was funny about what she said. The woman was confounding, that was for sure.
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Camaro (Dart)
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Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 5, 2020 20:33:21 GMT -8
"Hmm, you're welcome to if you'd like. I'm just not a very good person by society standards. Friends are something I don't have very often." The hallway continues on for quite a long ways. "I like to think I've made a name for myself. The city I live in knows my name but not my face. It's quite a funny thing." Dart couldn't even remember the last time she had a friend, her last friend was probably a half a decade ago and that ended up in a bloody mess. Friendships usually end very quickly when they see how much the authorities are paying for your arrest. She turns back to the man making sure she wasn't walking too fast. Even though she knows her way around...this temple still makes her nervous and when she's nervous she walks faster. However, she's still alert making sure she isn't missing any wires.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Registered: Feb 1, 2020 9:40:14 GMT -8
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 5, 2020 21:31:28 GMT -8
"I don't know what the future will hold, but I can be your friend. I don't particularly care what society thinks. After all, orphans have lots of opinions about them. Society be damned." He noticed how long the hallway was and felt like it was almost too long, and was pacing himself behind her because he wasn't a nimble, small thing like she was. "Ah, to have fame without recognition. To live the perfect oxymoron." He said this sardonically. He wasn't thinking about how long their friendship would last... after this, he was sure they wouldn't bump into one another again... but then again, stranger things have happened. "Tell me about what you have me looking for with you," he said curiously. He wasn't a treasure hunter or thief, so he had no interest in keeping whatever it was for himself. He was interested in the history of the object, however.
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