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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/fXzi00H.gif[/img][hr][h1][b][color=30A4D9]Bastion[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

[center][color=30A4D9][b]Race:[/b][/color] Warforged
[color=30A4D9][b]Class:[/b][/color] Guardian
[color=30A4D9][b]Location:[/b][/color] Airship – Top Deck
[color=30A4D9][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] Phia [@princess], Minerva [@FunnyGuy], Menzai [@samreaper], Captain Cindralis
[color=30A4D9][b]Equipment:[/b][/color]  
[hider=equipment][color=F9D972]☼[/color] Tower Shield  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Greatsword made of Glacium (A material as hard as steel, yet formed from eternally frozen ice.)
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Titan Chain – A reinforced tow chain housed in his left palm, functioning as a powerful grappling hook.  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Aged Leather Satchel   
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Worn but cherished scarf
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Maintenance Kit .
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Heavy-duty rations (for companions, not himself).  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] A delicate glass figurine of a bird—an old keepsake.  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] A locked, timeworn journal—contents unknown.  [/hider]
[color=30A4D9][b]Attire:[/b][/color]  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Etched and weathered plating with bronze accents.  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Fitted harness for carrying supplies.  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Worn scarf 
[color=30A4D9][b]Gold Balance:[/b][/color] 52 gold
[color=30A4D9][b]Injuries:[/b][/color]  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Left shoulder was injured in the battle and is still leaking fluid.  
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Bastion left the dragonborn with his grief and turned, following the noise, scanning the area for the ones he knew aboard this ship.

The magenta familiarity of Phia’s hair was what drew his gaze first. His eyes found others as well, in time, just as the captain began his spiel.

He found her with a bizarre woman, a shifter like Menzai…Perhaps they knew one another. Bastion did not announce himself, he simply made his way towards them, placing himself nearby.

Then the strangers came. His threat analysis was off the charts. Before he knew it, the Captain screamed...his leg snapped in front of them all. Bastion’s chest whirred, his hand ready to draw steel whenever necessary. He was injured still, many of them were…but he would not let these pirates harm anyone else. 

The crystal beat in the middle of his painted sun. It seemed...alive. Bright. He felt it answer when he thought of the others. [b]"Bear it."[/b] That was the word that formed in his processors. They bear it together now. He wondered if the others could feel it too…that subtle connection of them all beneath the surface.

Minerva raised Phia’s hand…A choice made without asking. She was volunteered to go with the pirates to meet their Prince. Bastion stepped forward without an ounce of hesitation.

[color=30A4D9]“If she goes…”[/color] He said, his voice carrying louder than expected. [color=30A4D9]“I go.”[/color]

He looked at Phia, letting his optics soften as his gaze settled on her. The wind pulled at him, salt and ash mixing on the air. Bastion stood resolute, quiet and solid, waiting to be told where to walk or for others to chime in, refuse, volunteer, or whatever would come next. [/color]
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