"Truth ain't always kind." Lorne replied, not bothering to hide the snicker that slipped from his lips when Thalia put her hands on her hips and scolded him. Upon entering the mess hall, he quickly surveyed the area to find it rather empty, aside from an older looking sod with a beard and some ale. It seemed as though Thalia knew the guy, based on the wave. He made a note to try and introduce himself to that one when he got the chance. With haste, Lorne collected himself a nice big flagon of ale and a generous portion of whatever slop they were serving up in the barracks that night before following Thalia to the table she had selected. No sooner than he sat himself down did somebody else approach them out of the blue, the fancy pants from the feast earlier whom asked for his identity.
The barbarian took a nice, long drink of the contents of his cup before he answered the noble, a steely gaze directed up at him as he spoke. Why he had even bothered to come down there was beyond him, but he assumed it was nothing good. "Yeah?" He asked, clearly assuming the noble wanted something.
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As the bandits made their crazed charge towards Adam, a figure revealed itself from the shadows of the small merchant wagon accompanying the lad. Clad tight in a long, dark cloak that concealed their features, the figure paced towards the brigands as shoved its way past Adam in the process with a huff. With every step towards the blindly charging fools, the figure gained more and more speed in their stride until a mere ten meters stood between it and the eight axe wielding fools. It was then that a bright, golden light emanated from the figure and lit up the night with a dazzling flash. A flash that, once receded, revealed a large four-legged reptile with metallic yellow scales and wide, ornate looking wings. The bandits tried their best to stop the charge upon the reveal of the wyvern-like creature, but for the first three it was far too late.
For this beast was no wyvern, as it became amply apparent. A torrent of prismatic holy fire spewed from the golden dragon's mouth and cloaked the first man with its beautiful heat. With a quick jerk of its neck, the dragon spewed its flames in front of the group of marauders, forming a line of blazing glory that only spread upon touching the sparsely hydrated grass below. Another two of them men found themselves engulfed in the rapidly spreading fire, the last five definitely rethinking their strategy. As the beast reeled back to unleash more flame upon them, they broke and routed for the hills.
With no more opponents to challenge it, the dragon slowly morphed its way back into its original shape, the cloak clad figure appearing once more. It turned, waltzing back towards Adam at a comfortable pace. As it reached him, it reaches up to pull back the hood of its cloak, the face of a pouting woman glaring at him. "The least you could do is say 'please' when you get me to save your ass, you know."
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and now I'm too sleepy to do anything else other than laze around.You've literally described 90% of my life.
I like how he stood there all confident and what not, only to start freaking out when the dragon didn't swoop in to save his ass. :P
Should probably go with Mercenary, since trickster is a second tier class. You could go thief?
> "Business" Partners until all of a sudden they become rivals and lovers.
Only if there's profit in it for her.
> > Up to you how/when you wanna introduce her/Adam.
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> Do you want to assume that theythey've met previously?
That would be the plan, so they can be recruited together. They could be business partners.
Maybe once he splits apart from Thalia. Gotta get to know his waifu. :P
Up to you how/when you wanna introduce her/Adam.
Lorne couldn't help but snicker at her implication that they had to protect him. He supposed it was true enough; he wouldn't be a very good soldier of fortune if his employer got turned into a pin cushion on his watch. But it didn't mean he was going to throw his life on the line for the little shit if he didn't prove himself worth his salt. He didn't have the same sense of honor Thalia had, apparently. **"We can try, but the best soldiers can't save someone from bravado. I'd know, being someone with ample amounts of it."** He joked as they paced the corridors leading up to the mess hall.
It was a relief of sorts to know Thalia thought well of the few comrades she had met. He did have to question how well he'd get along with them, seeing as though she was far more accepting than he in all likeliness, but he'd deal with them as they came. **"Good to know. With luck, I'll make it out this dinner without anybody reachin' for their swords."** A lighthearted remark, if anything. With the smell of food wafting down the stony path, he could only assume they were closing in on the dining hall. The sound of ambient conversation and cutlery only reinforced that assumption. Ever the detective, he soon found this correct as they reached the doorway to the hall.
He nearly made for the door when Thalia paused and blocked his way, apparently trying to reassure him on the princess and their 'fearless leader' as Lorne had heard him called. He shrugged his shoulders. **"I appreciate your optimism, but I don't think either of 'em are gonna wanna talk to me at any point in this lil' campaign. I'm just a lowlife from the north, not the type of guy that bumps elbows with the high class."** It was a grim way of thinking, but it was true. Southern lords certainly weren't as forgiving as the Khans. Seeing how nervous she seemed about it, he reached to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. **"Don't worry about it, though. I ain't gonna pull anything with your lord or lady if things go south. Even a low life has self preservation."** With that, he turned towards the mess hall door and opened it, gesturing for her to go in first with a playfully exaggerated bow. **"Ladies first, madam knight."**
Naaah. There are males, although most male manaketes are evil apparently.
Gonna make a female regardless cause lol good art.
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