[center][h1][color=orange]Seethe[/color][/h1]
Color code: [color=orange]"Speaking"[/color] and [color=gold][i]thinking.[/i][/color]
[[2, [color=gold]disgusting[/color]]] [/center]

Seethe finished tying and brushing his long, vibrantly orange hair. It tends to get rather wild when he traveled across long distances due to his own sweat, much to his dismay. The young wizard was unsure why the Lord's Alliance had sent him doing errands for a dwarf. He sees such simple work as a waste of his talents. He was sent to watch over the Halruaan, and observe her skills on the field... not that they even faced any real dangers yet. As far as character goes, she's a pretty open book, and was rather easy to converse with. Halruaa seemed like an interesting place, and an ideal destination in the future. She even liked his cooking, or at least, that was what he was lead to believe. Still, all this pointless escorting is starting to get on Seethe's nerves. He has yet to voice his distaste to the party, however, and has kept his graceful bearing throughout their venture.

Seethe was displeased that he had to be the one to lead everyone forward. Well, almost. He agreed that [color=gold][i]axe-swinging mongrel,[/i][/color] as he himself would describe, should helm the front. If they were ambushed, then the mongrel will charge in and take the hits for him, anyway. [color=gold][i]That oaf thought a punch would be a great way to greet your allies! Of course, what else do you expect from these common apes?[/i][/color] Seethe thought to himself as he had another glance at the barbarian, staying a proper distance away from his naked, possibly sweaty form.

The rest of Seethe's party was a rather mixed lot. First, there was the bard. Normally, bards are rather annoying to him, and for good reason; they reminded him too much of the Harpers. A real pest of a group, he thought. [color=gold][i]They demanded equal rights to all people... ridiculous. How could they not understand that the common people need to be lead by the noble and intelligent? The high should stay high, and the low should be kept low,[/i][/color] Seethe had come to believe. At least this bard is quiet, and rather bashful, as well, when compared.

Then there was the priest. In the Genasi's mind, religion was only a way to control the masses. He saw the gods as extraplanar debt-keepers who give their followers power in exchange for worship. Despite such, it's not like the wizard could deny the powers of such mythical beings. Many of the incantations of his spells pay homage to Azuth, and even Seethe found himself sometimes in (very brief) moments of prayer to the Sun God, Amaunator. Sure, religion is a good tactic to keep the masses in check, but there are a few who do quite the opposite, and to his knowledge the girl worshipped a very tricky sort of god. It didn't help that every time he was around her, his perfectly combed hair would have a strand sticking out... 

Finally, there was the one that looked the most like a commoner. A thin man who seemed to have kept mostly to himself. In fact, it doesn't seem like he knew how to talk, either. Has the intelligence of the common people declined so low that they aren't even able to speak? Well, at least ue was able to listen, it seemed. Still, though, something seemed off about this quiet man, and Seethe just quite couldn't put his finger on it. It's as if every (very, very) few times they have interacted with eachother, he suffered a light dizzying spell... The wizard figured he'd have to keep wary of whoever, or whatever this commoner is, and what sort of power he was hiding.

[color=orange]"If we are to get attacked by the bandits that roam here,"[/color] Seethe ran on for the millionth time, [color=orange]"Remember not to get too close to them until after I can set up my spells and break their lines. Unless you find it advantageous to fight while you're down, then by [i]all means,[/i] go ahead and rush in like a raving mad barbarian. No offense, Bar."[/color] Seethe had said. And yes, he has asked for his allies to accommodate to this strategy almost every day, in fear (or hope) of bandits actually attacking them. He joined the alliance to bring down the roving vagabonds and the deadly denizens of the natural and magical world who threaten civilization, anyway, not escort a caravan for some dwarf.