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[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], [@Oso], [@potter]

[Color=tan]Equipment:[/color]
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[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]
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[Color=silver]“It’ll do for now. This is the kind of situation it was forged for, after all.”[/color] Wendel had said to Menzai while giving the weapon a quick once-over as he returned to his feet. His folly had garnered some suspicion on whether or not Malik's weapon was enchanted, or worse, cursed but Menzai's skillful display made the dwarf second guess that notion.

[Color=silver][I]What was that pull, then?[/I][/color] He wished he could note it in the journal for the other personas but now was not the time. His gaze lifted toward his foes as felt the warmth of his own blood trickle from his nostrils. Everyone around him had been successful so far, which was a good sign they were beginning to gain control of the situation.

[Color=silver][I]Five remaining and five of-[/I][/color] 

Gears unexpectedly sprung into action, dowsing one of the assassins in alcohol before setting him ablaze. The sickly stench immediately hit him, but he hadn't so much as flinched. He couldn't cheer or wince. He couldn't wipe the blood from his face or ask Menzai about his injuries. He couldn't keep the enemy in his sight.

For it was now the best time for the enemy to strike!

In retaliation, the hooded figures darted toward their opposition, taking advantage of any sliver of complacency among the group of would-be heroes. 

[Color=silver][I]Not this time.[/I][/color]

There was no tingle, no tug on his being. As stubborn as an old mountain, he maintained his stance. His grip was absolute, and might as well have been welded to the hilt of his sword. His eyes were sharp as the weapon's blade, anticipating the movement of the one advancing to offer him death. With a frigid visage and blood hot as molten metal, Wendel swiftly shifted his body from the attacker's blade, rejecting his offering as it was not his to receive. He stuck down on the hooded figure’s blade, guiding its trajectory further from its intended target while ensuring he would strike true.

A low guttural grunt accompanied the quick rising swing that removed head from body. Wendel could only assume the decapitated body slumped rather miserably while the head rolled several feet from him. His mind was occupied and his body was too tense to become distracted by a corpse. The old dwarf was primed and ready to strike his next foe.

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