[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] Bastion [@Oso][/color]
[color=#733635][b]Location:[/b][/color] [color=dddddd]Port Verge[/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]33[/color]
[color=#733635][b]Injuries:[/b][/color] [color=dddddd]Cracked arm, embedded crystalline shard near sternum, mild concussion[/color]
[color=#733635][b]Equipment:[/b][/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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Whatever sense of caution Corin had on the onset of his new small friend meeting with a stranger quickly faded once they made their purpose clear. This “Seaside Tailor” had an interesting sense of scrutiny and empathy for a potential buyer’s “misfortune” of wearing whatever assault to their eyes they happened to witness.

Still. It was a fun aside for the time—so Corin obliged and entered the shop with his compatriots. He found himself immediately drawn to the crowns embroidered with gemstones. The man admired the delicate craftsmanship, glazing his eyes over the Corsair’s Plume Hat. This particular hat caught his attention the most, prompting him to gently lift it onto his scalp.

A nearby mirror gave him a proper show of every angle—the majesty of the plume flaring as he did mock twirls. Corin chuckled to himself, and found him liking the look….until he saw the price tag. He quickly yet just as gently placed the hat on its resting place as Bastion approached him with an offer.

[color=#6C2DC7]”Now that is a heavy choice, friend.”[/color] His voice carried a distinct tone of dry sarcasm mixed with a jovial grin along his face. Corin’s eyes wandered to the plume hat, but that 60 gold price tag was too rich to ask even under [i]normal[/i] circumstances. But that’s when he saw the Captain’s Beret–a perfect blend of simplicity and authority. [color=#6C2DC7]”Might not quite be the right rank but it still wears pretty well, don’t you think?”[/color]

Corin placed the cap onto his head and looked into the mirror with a smile. His trip home had brought him close to death, yet he still felt rather thankful for the chance to rekindle some lost embers of his life before the Mourning. [color=#6C2DC7]”It wouldn’t feel right to charge you the full price, even if it is just the 20 coins.”[/color] Corin spoke as he turned around, flipping the hat off of his head with a deft move of his fingers. He briefly handed it to Bastion and pulled out his own coin purse.

33 coins to his name…ouch that hurt to think about. Corin counted out 10 pieces and held them aloft for Bastion to grab. [color=#6C2DC7]”What do you say we split it? You could even take a few turns wearing the hat if it so fits your fancy, Commander Bastion.”[/color] Corin smirked at the honorific. There were certainly men who had been promoted to high ranks for less than what Bastion had done in the field, even if the warforged wouldn’t outwardly admit it.

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