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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], Arya [@potter], Menzai [@samreaper], Corin [@Lava Alckon]
[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] 63 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…did not like this place. 

For one, there were far too many people in so small an area. Furthermore, this was not your average crowd…every single person in their vicinity was clearly a threat. This [i]Port Verge[/i] was a proverbial den of vipers, and to say a being such as Bastion was on high alert would be a massive understatement. Can a construct feel anxiety? Whatever the feeling, the threat levels around them kept the Warforged close to his new allies, ready to defend them if the moment called. 

It was the way that men stared at Phia and Arya that made him most uncomfortable. The crooked smiles, wandering gazes, and the hunger in their eyes painted a picture Bastion smear with their blood without hesitation if needed. Not a hair would be harmed on the heads of those in his care. This was his mission. Moments like this were the very reason for his inception. 

Some of those predatory eyes eventually rose to meet him as he walked behind his charges. The hunger in them diminished, transforming into something less confident when the blue-lit optics on his face shifted to a deep and dangerous shade of red. It was a silent warning. One he hoped the others did not see, but one he knew would lower the chances of those he safeguards being fucked with. 

It was at that moment, as his red-lit gaze was dishing fear into the heart of a petulant and obviously ill intended fish monger…in that brief moment where his attention was pulled away from his charges…that Phia bumped into someone. 

Bastion turned to the man as he analyzed him. 

He was broad and heavily armored…eyes were tired…voice polite as he and Phia exchanged words. The man was a wall of a human; competence emanating from him. His threat level, despite the decorum he presented, scored far higher than those of the unsavory men and women Bastion had analyzed thus far. This was a man who was capable of great harm, if he wished to turn his ire towards them. Bastion took note of that. 

But wait. 

The Warforged had been too preoccupied with sizing the man up that he hadn’t had the capacity to really take in his features…features he had seen before. It was a face he had never expected to see again. A welcome one at that. 

Patiently, Bastion watched as the two spoke, and soon Menzai joined the conversation, pulling Phia away briefly before continuing to address the man who was a stranger to the two of them. He was not a stranger to Bastion, however, and as the moment finally allowed him to step forward and address his companions, he did so with a smile. 

[color=30A4D9]“Do not fret, Menzai…Phia is right to trust this man. He is no mere knight. This is Sir Talmor, Gem Knight of Cyre, a hero…and a brother to me.”[/color] Bastion exclaimed as he moved forward, hand outstretched with honor and gratitude towards his old comrade.  

[color=30A4D9]“It’s good to see you again, Commander.”[/color] [/color]

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