Adamam the Artificer
Established
A chisel and some wood, and I'm good to go!
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 32 ish
Physical Description: //
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 165cm
Hair: Short, Black, although, more from soot than of natural color.
Eyes: Light brown
Build: Slim, mildly athletic.
Clothes and Equipment: //
Clothing:
Slightly worn, long leather trench-coat
Leather straps with rings to hold objects of various sizes.
Cotton shirt.
Rough leather pants, with a pair straps on the right leg.
Broken, worn, shoes.
Equipment:
On person:
Under Trench-coat:
Iron Shortsword, engraved with a few glyphs along its blade and hilt. (In sheath, belted to waist)
Various flasks (around 14) most empty, others filled with water.
Pocket notebook
Wad of String
3xSmall Stick
Stick of Charcoal
Strapped to right leg:
Oak shortstaff (50cm), moderately engraved with glyphs. Blackened and slightly burnt at one end.
Knife in sheath.
In carry bag:
Hammer and Chisel
Oak shortstaff (50cm long) Plain
Waterskin
Travel Rations.
2xVials of blood. (25ml each)
Coinbag with a couple of handfuls of coins.
Half a dozen notebooks, written in an unknown language.
Small tinderbox with tinder and flintstone
One man tent (folded)
Iron cooking pot
3xBandages
Small wooden block (10cm, 6cm, 1cm) engraved with glyphs
Player's online availability : On and off all the time.
Registered: Apr 5, 2015 11:42:33 GMT -8
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Post by Adamam the Artificer on Apr 6, 2015 23:46:26 GMT -8
From: Watchtower Perimeter
A dis-shelved traveler enter the inn the next evening, wearing wore clothing that conveyed a long journey. The stranger drifted up to the innkeeper, carrybag over his shoulder. He spoke with a tired voice, but his face was never without a small grin. After a few words, and coins passed, he moved upstairs to drop off his carry bag in his booked room, and upon returning, came to an empty table closer to the fire. After removing the short staff strapped to his leg and placing it on the table, (allowing him to sit proper) he settled in, enjoying the warmth, whilst his meal was delivered. After a quite murmur of thanks, and a spoonful of soup, the small grin became a larger smile.
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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 Apr 7, 2015 11:26:14 GMT -8
He'd find the soup to be pretty good--a somewhat spicy and very savory stew served with a dinner roll and wooden spoon, plate, and bowl. The inn had a moderate number of customers, many of them travelers and town workers after their day's end. Should he choose to order a room, he'd find it adequate, not particularly luxurious but not ridden with filth either.
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Adamam the Artificer
Established
A chisel and some wood, and I'm good to go!
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 32 ish
Physical Description: //
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 165cm
Hair: Short, Black, although, more from soot than of natural color.
Eyes: Light brown
Build: Slim, mildly athletic.
Clothes and Equipment: //
Clothing:
Slightly worn, long leather trench-coat
Leather straps with rings to hold objects of various sizes.
Cotton shirt.
Rough leather pants, with a pair straps on the right leg.
Broken, worn, shoes.
Equipment:
On person:
Under Trench-coat:
Iron Shortsword, engraved with a few glyphs along its blade and hilt. (In sheath, belted to waist)
Various flasks (around 14) most empty, others filled with water.
Pocket notebook
Wad of String
3xSmall Stick
Stick of Charcoal
Strapped to right leg:
Oak shortstaff (50cm), moderately engraved with glyphs. Blackened and slightly burnt at one end.
Knife in sheath.
In carry bag:
Hammer and Chisel
Oak shortstaff (50cm long) Plain
Waterskin
Travel Rations.
2xVials of blood. (25ml each)
Coinbag with a couple of handfuls of coins.
Half a dozen notebooks, written in an unknown language.
Small tinderbox with tinder and flintstone
One man tent (folded)
Iron cooking pot
3xBandages
Small wooden block (10cm, 6cm, 1cm) engraved with glyphs
Player's online availability : On and off all the time.
Registered: Apr 5, 2015 11:42:33 GMT -8
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Post by Adamam the Artificer on Apr 7, 2015 22:09:01 GMT -8
Adamam found the meal to his liking, whether it was an effect of his long journey, or the quality of the meal, he didn't care. It was an hour later before he got up, picking up his bowl, plate and spoon to return it to the innkeeper.
"Thank you for the meal, it was quite to my liking." He said as he passed the bowl over to the innkeeper.
Pausing for a moment, Adamam considered asking his question after a night's sleep, but decided against it. "I was wondering if there was work for around these parts for the magically inclined. Nothing dangerous, as my equipment is quite out of order, as you can see." He gestured to the worn leather trenchcoat, and particularly, the pair of shoes that barely clung to his feet.
"Perhaps a place where I could get some replacements would be useful to know as well. I don't expect available now, it is quite late, and I am more that comfortable with waiting till tomorrow."
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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 Apr 8, 2015 21:20:19 GMT -8
"Well, when the shops open, you can always try the Central Square right outside. It's the busiest marketplace, and beyond that, the town has numerous places to buy attire. As far as magical work..." The man thought for a moment. "Best place to find that is with the official folks at the castle. They've been looking for magically gifted people, and there's even talk of a magic academy in the works."
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Adamam the Artificer
Established
A chisel and some wood, and I'm good to go!
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 32 ish
Physical Description: //
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 165cm
Hair: Short, Black, although, more from soot than of natural color.
Eyes: Light brown
Build: Slim, mildly athletic.
Clothes and Equipment: //
Clothing:
Slightly worn, long leather trench-coat
Leather straps with rings to hold objects of various sizes.
Cotton shirt.
Rough leather pants, with a pair straps on the right leg.
Broken, worn, shoes.
Equipment:
On person:
Under Trench-coat:
Iron Shortsword, engraved with a few glyphs along its blade and hilt. (In sheath, belted to waist)
Various flasks (around 14) most empty, others filled with water.
Pocket notebook
Wad of String
3xSmall Stick
Stick of Charcoal
Strapped to right leg:
Oak shortstaff (50cm), moderately engraved with glyphs. Blackened and slightly burnt at one end.
Knife in sheath.
In carry bag:
Hammer and Chisel
Oak shortstaff (50cm long) Plain
Waterskin
Travel Rations.
2xVials of blood. (25ml each)
Coinbag with a couple of handfuls of coins.
Half a dozen notebooks, written in an unknown language.
Small tinderbox with tinder and flintstone
One man tent (folded)
Iron cooking pot
3xBandages
Small wooden block (10cm, 6cm, 1cm) engraved with glyphs
Player's online availability : On and off all the time.
Registered: Apr 5, 2015 11:42:33 GMT -8
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Post by Adamam the Artificer on Apr 8, 2015 21:33:16 GMT -8
" My thanks." Going back to his table to pick up his staff, Adamam resolved to set out for the market the next day, but for now, he wanted nothing more than to sleep in a warm bed. The last the innkeeper saw of him that night, was the trail of his trenchcoat as he climbed the stairs to his room.
The next morning, the wary traveler came back down the stairs looking refreshed and ready to face the day. While picking up his breakfast, he paid for another night for his room, not knowing how long he intended to stay. It wasn't long before Adamam exited the inn, and entered Stonevale's Central Square.
To: Central Square
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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 3, 2015 10:54:44 GMT -8
As Silas approached the bar, the keep wrinkled his noes. "I'll expect you want a room and a bath!" The owner said before Silas could speak up.
"Yes Please!" Silase responded, "After that I'll be wanting one of those roast chickens I and a mug of Ale."
The bar keep gave him the price and Silas handed over half his silver. A cute wench brought Silas up the stairs and told him that hot water would be brought for the bath. Silas was quite pleased with the room. A window over looked the square and the bed was soft. Sighing he set his bag, sword, shield and spear next to the bed and relaxed in a comfy arm chair. A few books were on a table next to the chair and Silas selected one titled, "The Lands Beyond Medan" and began to read. He was lucky to know how to read and enjoyed doing so when ever he had the chance.
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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 3, 2015 18:52:47 GMT -8
Clean, full of food, and satisfied Silas leaned his chair back and practiced balancing it on two legs. Half smirking he looked at the guy sitting at the table in front of himself and made eye contact. This other guy had long hair, prominent noes, strong chin, and he was missing his left eye. A large scar went from the bridge of the noes across the missing eye. "Do you know anything about that quest posted in Stonevale with a 500 gold reward?"
"Even better!" the guy said with a grin. "I am the man you are looking for. I work with the group that posted the quest." As he said this he pulled out the same poster Silas had seen on the board. "Come with me and I will introduce you." What luck! Silas licked his lips thinking about that 500 gold. The scared man raised himself from the table and walked out the door. Silas followed on his heels.
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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 5, 2015 17:20:51 GMT -8
<Entering from Central Square> Zax pushes his way into the tavern, he takes a deep breath. The smells and sounds civilization. Cooked food, people, people not trying to kill each other. It was a long voyage across the sea and an even longer voyage by land after the privateers he was travelling with were sunk. His only company for quite sometime had been nothing but beasts and brigands.
Zax saunters over to the bar and drops a few coins on the counter, "I'll be posting up corner table over there, keep the booze and whores coming." This sparks a moments of tense debate with the tavern keeper before Zax realizes Stonevale is not as conducive to the oldest profession as his homeland.
"Well no matter, keep sending booze to the corner table until I loose consciousness." Zax wanders off to his table and begins unpacking his weapons and making himself comfortable.
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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 5, 2015 17:46:36 GMT -8
<Entering from Central Square>
Silas followed Zax in and laughed when the barman was reticent about his maids being called whores. Chances are some of them were his own daughters. "One of the wenches here is quite a looker." Silas put in and the barman frowned. In the corner Silas propped his shield and spear against the wall and his sword against the table.
Several drinks later...
Silas slammed his mug down, spilling some drink, and roared with laughter at the fisherman's story. "There haven't been dragons this side of the ocean sense the cataclysm."
"I knows what I saws!" The man replied. "The dragon flew in from the sea and created a tornado. Then there is this flash of light and a wizard appeared on the rocks! Then the dragon, a big red one 80 feet long!, it starts talken to the wizard but there was no response that I could hear. Then they start fightin!" The fisherman stood from the table with a little stumble and thrust his hand in the air in imitation of the wizard. This only caused Silas to laugh more.
"You've been around Zax. Ever seen a dragon?"
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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 5, 2015 20:14:28 GMT -8
Zax stares off at nothing in particular for quite awhile before his head turns to Silas, eyelids drooping, "A dragon you say? No can't say I've ever had the pleasure." Zax takes a long swig of ale that drips from the corners of his mouth, "Giant snakes, giant squid, giant bears, giant rats, giant giants..." He begins to stare off again, "Where was this dragon? I'd like to see a dragon fore we die on this terrible dangerous quest."
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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 5, 2015 20:29:31 GMT -8
"I was out fishing and saw the beast over Stonevale beach. Last I saw the sky had turned black and the dragon disappeared." The fisherman said sitting down.
"Meh, I don't buy it." Silas drunk deeply and wiped his mouth. "Why so glum Zax? That princess knows some healing. Besides no one knows what we'll encounter yet. Hell we don't even know where we are going." Silas scratched his beard at this. "That is disconcerting."
Silas tried to pinch the rump of the cute barmaid he had seen this morning but the girl managed to swerve away. "Pretty lithe aren't you girly." The beer had loosened Silas's tongue. "How's about you show me so-" The girl cut him off.
"My papa would whoop your ass for even thinking about it!" Another feisty one. Silas liked them feisty.
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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 5, 2015 20:52:07 GMT -8
Zax grinned and took another drink, "Oh I don't know so much that its being glum, but this quest will be dangerous make no mistake about that my friend. She's paying a huge bounty for one, and I can't say I know the history of these lands but she did make mention this relic we seek caused her homeland to be destroyed."
Zax then turned his attention to the fisherman, "What did the town's watch tell you when you told them about this dragon?"
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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 5, 2015 21:12:56 GMT -8
"Strange thing that. No one else seemed to notice. Some heard a thunder clap and everyone saw the strange storm clouds...To tell the truth when those black clouds came in it was hard to see anything. I be thinking I only saw the flash because I was on the water. Not many fishermen in Stonevale. Most the fish come down from New Brimiarde. The guards, they just laughed. But I knows what I saws."
Silas had grown tired of the fisherman's tall tale and had stopped listening. Something Zax had said sparked his memory though. "Gems that can destroy a nation..." Silas pondered almost to himself. "I read something about that. A large battle before the cataclysm." Silas couldn't remember any details. To Zax, "She said she might even destroy them...If they are so dangerous and lost why are we even looking for them?" Silas was becoming more confused and a little uptight. This may turn out to be something larger then he had expected. He took a drink and looked around the room to distract himself....
...Perhaps it was his nerves but a group of rough looking men across the bar seemed to be glancing in their direction every so often.
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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 5, 2015 21:23:36 GMT -8
Zax nods to Silas' question, "A fair point, perhaps the destruction of her homeland left a bad taste in her mouth and she wants to be sure. Take them out to ocean and dump them or something." Zax took another drink and turned back to the fisherman, "Well should dragons destroy the city won't the guard's faces be red?"
Zax glances at the table of men Silas' eyes are darting to every now and then. Zax doesn't acknowledge their behavior vocally but his hand does drift down to the hilt of the dagger in his belt.
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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 5, 2015 21:57:51 GMT -8
"Don't thing they would have faces anymore. Whole city would be burned down." Silas said with a grin. "What would it take to kill a 40 to 50 foot dragon? Assuming our friend is over exaggerating." Silas wondered.
"See here." The fisherman was stern. "I's been judging distances and sizes alls me life. It's part of the job." Then he was just a little bit sheepish, "But coulds be that it was only 60 feet."
Silas looked towards the table again. The girl he had flirted with earlier was there and talking to the ruffians.
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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 5:02:21 GMT -8
Zax leans back in his chair, "Either way what does it take to kill any dragon? I don't know anyone whose ever seen a dragon let alone kill one. Perhaps one of those gigantic cross bows, eh?"
Zax takes another drink, "My eyesight fails me Silas, were any of those brigands in the square earlier when we were meeting with the Princess?"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 14, 2024 23:35:35 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2015 5:28:02 GMT -8
<Enter from Stonewall Chapel>
It was dark outside by the time Harlen got to the tavern, and the place seemed to be in full swing. Looking around, he quickly found the table where his fellow adventurers sat. Working his way over, he took a seat next to Zax and across from Silas and the fisherman. "Sorry for my lateness, gents. Just some personal matters I had to attend to." He reached under his coat, and after a moment found his money, then placed several gold coins on the table. "Now, what's the night's poison?" He leaned back and chuckled, feeling in a much better mood, despite the white showing in his hair. (He always hated when it showed, but at the moment he didn't much care.)
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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 7:03:10 GMT -8
"Not sure." Silas had not been paying attention to the others in the square. "But I met a guy here this morning that knew of the quest. He didn't seem to want people to sign up for it though."
Now thinking about dragon slaying once more. "A big old cross bow would do the trick. Stabbing it in a soft spot might also work. If you got close enough. Like the eye or mouth...or bung hole." Silas spotted Harlen and waved him over. "A dragon must have some big poops." He finished as their companion sat down. The man was looking slightly older but Silas didn't comment. "What ever you like. Beer, wine, spirits." He responded.
The pretty wench was now nodding in their direction. The four guys smiled and nodded then said something Silas couldn’t quite hear. Silas hoped the girl was talking about the dragon.
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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 10:41:09 GMT -8
[Entering from the Main Gate]
The canid's sensitive ears immediately perked up to the sound of crude, but rather interesting gossip. A dragon? Such beasts existed in this day and age? Despite spending several years in the deep wilderness, Rakki had never even caught a glimpse or a whiff of such a massive beast. Truly this was a strange era. Highly interested but far too reserved to jump in on the conversation, Rakki simply seated himself at a strategic location, that he might tune in on the conversation without appearing to be too blatantly eves dropping. As he sat, his stomach growled audibly and he groaned.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 14, 2024 23:35:35 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2015 11:51:40 GMT -8
Harlen waved over a barmaid and ordered a mug of mead. He preferred the sweeter drinks, and quickly downed half of it. "I'll tell you, I've never seen a dragon alive. Dead though..."
He took another drink of his mead.
"This one time, I was exploring this old dwarven city, can't remember the name. The place was a wreck, everything broken and smashed. Adventurers go through there every few months, trying to find lost treasure and what not, but of course they never find anything."
He took a large swig of his mead, finishing the mug, then set it aside for the barmaid to refill.
"Anyway, so I'm poking around, looking for anything these guys may have missed, when I find this little tunnel connected to the ruin. Looked like a crack from an earthquake or something, but I could see footprints in the dust. So I go through. Turns out it led to a nearby cave where a dragon had been hiding out, probably since the cataclysm. The thing was long dead, probably some adventurers who found it the same way I did and hit it in its sleep, but it looked like people who found it cut off little pieces for trophies and left the rest for others to find. By the time I got there, it was mostly just bones and a few scales. But that's where I got this."
He reached into his pack and pulled out a small, wrapped cone from his alchemy bag. Unwrapping it, he revealed a large tooth, with the edges ground down. "It used to be a lot bigger, but these things do wonders in alchemy. Scrape a little off, and you're almost guaranteed a strong mixture." He rewrapped it and put it away. Seeing the barmaid had refilled his drink, he took a swig.
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