[Color=gray][center][h1][Color=silver]M[/color][Color=lightblue]i[/color][Color=cornflowerblue]r[/color][color=green]i[/color][color=mediumpurple]s[/color][/h1] [Img]https://i.imgur.com/qDMVZHa.png[/Img][/center] [Color=darkturquoise]Race: [/color]Changeling [Color=green]Class:[/color] Part-Time Fighter [Color=cornflowerblue]Location:[/color] Upper Viewing Lounge, Airship to Khorvaire [b][color=white]Interactions:[/color][/b] [b][color=white]Mentions:[/color][/b] Menzai, Arya, Bastion, Gears, [@samreaper], [@Tae], [@Oso], [@potter] [Color=tan]Equipment:[/color] [hider=Equipment] [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Lots of Clothes [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Arming sword [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Battle-axe [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Mace [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Daggers [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bow & Arrows [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Shortsword [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Leather Armor [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Half-plate Armor [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Hide Armor [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Toolkit [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Camping Equipment [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Locked chest filled with old trinkets that ARE NOT FOR SALE [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Magnifying glass [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Diary [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Sketchbook [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Pencils [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Dried and Cured Meats [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Nuts [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Second Locked Chest with self-care products [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bag of holding[/hider] [Color=lightblue]Attire:[/color] beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots [color=brown]Gold Balance:[/color] 3 (on hand) [Color=silver]Injuries:[/color] None currently [Color=white]Current Persona:[/color] [b][color=silver]Wendel[/color][/b] [hr] As much as Wendel wanted to continue his discussion with the wolf shifter, as he had been swiftly informed, life decided to throw him a- Calling this a curveball would be an insulting understatement! The dwarf was in the middle of chewing his food when he heard a short and sharp screech rip through the light ambiance of the bar. The sickly sound was merely the introduction to the boom that violently struck the ears of passengers, only prejudiced against those with the keenest of senses. The entire airship reverberated from the force of the sudden explosion that occurred far beneath the top deck, sending panic into the hearts of many. Wendel had swiftly clenched his teeth and covered his ears with his hands, dropping his fork and knife in the process. The bits of eggs and sausage in his mouth were pulverized in one powerful chomp. Wincing slightly, the old dwarf nearly cursed the moment, already sure his time for breakfast was over. [Color=silver]“Not now. Not today,”[/color] he muttered under his breath. He turned slightly to what he assumed was the origin of the explosion, wondering if the airship could even keep itself in the sky after something of such magnitude. However, what kept him silent was his mind at work, trying to identify the cause. He had more than half a mind to make his way toward the heart of the wreckage but fate had something else in mind for our dear friend. Accompanied by coiling serpentine smoke trails and an eerie unnatural fog, eight menacing figures arrived on the top deck. Wendel tried to identify the newcomers but his recollection was failing him. The colors they adorned were strikingly similar to Karnath’s but that was not an important detail to Wendel at the moment. He turned himself from the bar allowing his eyes to absorb every pertinent detail as he remained silent, the gears in his head turning rapidly. [Color=silver][I]Explosion.No, not simply that. Explosives.Explosives used to disable.Explosives used to produce as many casualties as possible or spread wide panic.To disorganize us.Then the additional troops.Well-equipped.Well-armed.Faceless masks to induce further panic.Next they seek to take hostages or-[/I][/color] Just then, Wendel witnessed a man lose his life in an attempt to run. To run absolutely nowhere on a ship in the sky. Watching the poor soul collapse lifelessly was hard to watch but Wendel needed to see it. He needed to know just how dire his circumstances had become. His eyes instinctively found the journal lying open on the bar counter, as if subtly requesting a lifeline from one of the others. He thought of Malik, Minerva, Skar, and Miris. They were better suited for combat than he was due to his age dulling the skill he once had. [Color=silver][I]Too much of a gamble.[/I][/color] Inducing a change was too random, and like it or not, he was better suited for this than the likes of Vrexen, Darius, Nessa, and Eleanor. With a disagreeable huff, Wendel grabbed the journal and quickly used his pen to mark two “X”s under his entry before dropping the book and his pen into his satchel. [Color=silver]“Those who can't fight need to find shelter behind the bar or under tables!”[/color] Wendel's voice boomed with authority he hadn't yet displayed while aboard the airship. He hopped off of his stool and faced in the direction of the group of eight. Now what? Was he supposed to run? Hide with the others? Fight? [Color=white][I]No fighting… No making a butt out of yourself… [B]No drinking[/b]…[/I][/color] The dwarf narrowed his eyes, hating himself for even being conflicted about this. By Moradin’s beard! People were dying and all he could do was think. Luckily for many passengers, where Wendel lacked initiative, others made up for it with theirs. Bastion moved first, reminding everyone the Warforged were made for. Following in tow was Arya, surprisingly springing immediately into action, firing her bow with deadly precision. And if Wendel needed any more reason to take a step forth to fight, a necromancer came floating onto the deck, dispatching an assassin using shards of bone. [Color=silver]“Normally, I wouldn't be relieved to see a necromancer, but today's full of so many surprises,”[/color] Wendel commented, digging into the satchel. He fished his hand inside it for a moment before his eyes gleamed upon feeling the smooth steel of exactly what he needed. With a tug, he removed a sheathed shortsword that was obviously too long to have been inside of it. [Color=silver]“So many surprises,”[/color] He repeated, his eyes locked onto his newfound foes while he removed sheath from blade. After tucking the sheath away, the dwarf gripped Malik’s sword hilt. It was a fitting match. Aged finely, reliable, and they could never escape the fact they were forged for combat. He dashed forth in the path of two assassins, the hilt of his sword tight in his grip. Something innate within guided his movements, urging him to perform a deadly attack but there was something wrong about it. It was too fast. Too agile. Whether Wendel was far from the dwarf he used to be or due to resistance against unfamiliar instincts, he swung half-heartedly. The sloppy and slow spinning sword swing was easily parried by one of the assassins while the other took the opportunity to perform a high side kick straight into Wendel's face still stunned by his failed attempt at an attack. The kick was enough power behind it to send him flyinbackwardds, making him land with a loud thud onto his back. Now he was on the ground, face flushed red, yet still gripping the sword. Most would think of their folly and how they could have performed bett,er but as he picked himself up from the flo,or he could only feel shame. He only wished the kick had hurt enough to give him an escape from such a feeling. [Color=silver][I]Sorry Miris… Nessa… Malik… all of you.[/I][/color] [/Color]