[center][color=#6C2DC7][h1][center]Corin Talmor[/center][/h1][/color]
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[color=#733635][b]Title:[/b][/color] [color=dddddd]The Gem Knight[/color]
[color=#6C2DC7][b]Race:[/b][/color] [color=dddddd]Human (Cyran)[/color]
[color=#733635][b]Class:[/b][/color] [color=dddddd]Paladin — Gem Knight Archetype[/color]
[color=#6C2DC7][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] [color=dddddd]Phia [@princess], Menzai [@sammies], Bastion [@Oso], and Arya [@Potter][/color]
[color=#733635][b]Location:[/b][/color] [color=dddddd]Port Verge Market[/color]
[color=#6C2DC7][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [color=dddddd]
Think rough-n-tough artisan. Cotton shirt rolled up to the forearms, with a wool artisan coat to cover his torso when he does his craftwork. Brown leather pants with reinforced knee-support, and a practical belt full of pouches and clasps for his various tools..[/color]
[color=#733635][b]Gold Balance:[/b][/color] [color=dddddd]30[/color]
[color=#733635][b]Injuries:[/b][/color] [color=dddddd]Bruised arm, embedded crystalline shard near sternum, mild concussion[/color]
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[color=#6C2DC7]⋆[/color] [color=dddddd]Oathlight — Reforged longsword of Talmorite alloy[/color]
[color=#6C2DC7]⋆[/color] [color=dddddd]Luminar — Shield of Light and Memory[/color]
[color=#6C2DC7]⋆[/color] [color=dddddd]Necklace of Vowstones (Citrine, Amethyst, Diamond)[/color][color=#6C2DC7]⋆[/color] [color=dddddd]Scale-mail infused with gem-stones, offering an iridescent kaleidoscope of color[/color]
[color=#6C2DC7]⋆[/color] [color=dddddd]Travelling Clothes — simply garb meant to wear out of combat[/color]
[color=#6C2DC7]⋆[/color] [color=dddddd]Artisan’s Clothes — good for working in the forges or workshops[/color]
[color=#6C2DC7]⋆[/color] [color=dddddd]Travelling Cloak — Cloudy blue cloak used to mask his figure[/color]
[color=#6C2DC7]⋆[/color] [color=dddddd]Maintenance toolbelt & travel satchel
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It wasn’t long after bumping into one of them that the entire crew began descending unto Corin in a flurry of quick, hurried, and measured responses. Some careful, some threatening, but the one he was drawn to was the tall familiar warforged who addressed him as “Commander”. How long had it been since he heard those words? 

Corin grinned, reaching a firm hand out that took hold of Bastions in a deceptively vice like way. Not to threaten him—Corin knew Bastion could snap his old body like a twig if he really wanted. But he didn’t. That’s what Corin always liked about the gentle giant. He always knew when to swing the big sword, and when to stretch out a hand.

[color=#6C2DC7]”Bastion. It’s been far too long, old friend.”[/color] His voice hummed with reverence. [color=#6C2DC7]”The men used to call you Big Red — on account of how you’d scare the living daylights out of anyone in the dead of night with those fancy oculars of yours.”[/color] Corin smiled, giving Bastion’s hand a final shake before adjusting himself.

Corin sized up the crew of adventurers. If nothing else they were all quite capable. They had the survival instincts to make it through things most people wouldn’t. The airship crash was evidence of that. But sometimes in a place like this it takes more than just instinct to get by. He just hoped such nefarious qualities wouldn’t infect them like it had the rest of the filth wandering through the market.

[color=#6C2DC7]”It is as your small protective friend says. I was on the ship falling to my death before I collided with a tree and used what little sense I had while I was spinning to crack my shield into the dirt and soften the blow. My arm isn’t too happy, nor are any of my ribs….I also have a rather persistent headache since the crash. But other than that…I think I made it out well.”[/color] Corin smirked, the absurdity of his tale would likely earn him a rightfully justified look of skepticism. 

Then he furrowed his brows. [color=#6C2DC7]”There was another man. An elf with orange eyes and dreadlocked hair. He seemed the cautious type. A brief exchange of words was all I could afford before he ran off in some unseen direction. Sound like anyone you might know?”[/color]

Corin turned and gauged the surrounding area, the worried and anxious stares began to blend and morph into ones of intrigue and perception. It was like a mountain lion sizing up its prey before the fatal strike. His skin crawled with the faintly malicious intents that were written on all of their crooked faces. As he continued his scanning, his eyes met with the bird perched on Arya’s shoulder. He took a few steps and held up the back of his hand to the eagle, offering his scent for her to familiarize with if she so chooses. [color=#6C2DC7]”What a good bird.”[/color] Corin said softly.

[color=#6C2DC7]”It might be good for us, since food seems to be on the mind of many here, to find a more private venue to talk. Care to join an old man for some dinner?”[/color] Corin laughed and began walking the same way Phia had initially been walking before their fateful encounter.

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