[center][h2][url=https://dicecloud.com/Character/Ws3QZSeq9mP45zwxF/Mirdas-Jaaranth][color=aqua]Sir Mirdas Jaaranth, The Scaled[/color][/url]
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[color=aqua]First of [i]Fin[/i][/color][/h2][/center]
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[@Guardian Angel Haruki][@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@rush99999][@ihinka][@Pennydumb123][@0 Azzy 0][@JBRam2002]

The Triton smiled as he heard the words [i]noble Triton[/i] from the blind sir. The begilled man was suddenly beguiled at such a small compliment, stabbing his trident into the ground and taking off his conch helm, briefly shaking free his damp, brown hair, magnificently shining as moonlight dazzles upon it ever so delicately. Hearing both explanations from the sightless and the befeathered, Mirdas’s guard lowered ever so slightly.

[color=aqua]”Ah, a Kenku! Children of the Sky afflict'd by the malediction of the Dark Prince, if 't be true I’m not wrong. Mine own condolences.”[/color] Mirdas bowed his head, apologetically. Letting the Kenku continue with his... unique matter of speaking, Mirdas raised his eyebrow in curiosity. And when the Kenku known as [i]Bobbin Wiev[/i] asked Mirdas of his knightly order and its purpose, the piscine prince let out a hearty laugh, amused at another chance to explain his people’s greatness.

[color=aqua]”I am most fain thee has't hath asked, l'rd Bobbin of Wiev! Us Triton art the most holiest defend'rs of the ocean depths! with a tenacity of the greatest flote bruin and the might of the most f'rocious krak-“[/color]

The Triton’s nose- why do fish people have noses?- suddenly crinkled in disgust, as if something dire had happened. He looked around, wondering if it were true, and laying his eyes on the Dwarven newcomer. Did he just say the [i]M word?[/i] Mirdas could have sworn he heard it... Either way, this along with the apparent threat he has made had caused the Triton’s expression to crumble in rage. As the others went on to talk about... missing animals, was it? The Triton wasn’t too sure, and didn’t seem to care, becoming far overheated so easily. He dropped his helmet, pulling his trident out of the ground and looking as if he were about to [i]explode[/i] until...

Until Mirdas had noticed something was off.

Turning to the pair of eyes, Mirdas pointed viciously at the direction. [color=aqua]”[b]You![/b]”[/color] The Triton growled, steaming like a lobster. Before he could proceed further, a panther suddenly pounced on the interloper- a man in leather armor, who let out some sort of... whistle?

Unable to piece together what that whistle means, Mirdas decided to take matters into his own webbed hands. Stomping forward, bubbling with rage and ignoring the others, the finned fighter pointed his trident to the man’s face, bearing his teeth before he began in a commanding tone...

[color=aqua]“[b]Yond whistle! Bid me what yond means, 'r I shall skew'r thee on mine own trident and weareth thy knott'd c'rpse like a bann'r![/b]”[/color]

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Mirdas Jaaranth
HP: 25/25

After a failed [b]Insight[/b] roll of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/4690]1[/url] ([b]2[/b]-1), Mirdas will stomp forward to the man, interplacing his trident near his face and attempting to interrogate him with an [b]Intimidation[/b] roll of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/4708]11[/url] ([b]8[/b]+3).
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