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CollectorOfMyst
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Hey, there. Myst here, as you've probably guessed. Can't exactly write in other people's bios, can you? But, you're probably reading this for a reason, so I'll get to it.
I prefer high-Casual and Advanced games, in a medieval, fantasy or sci-fi setting, because that's the sort of nerd I am.
I'm a thinker - I've thought a lot on certain things, and am firm in my beliefs. So you could ask me what I thought about a good few things and I could give a well-reasoned answer. Or a less reasoned answer based on my morals.
TheCharactersOfMyst - This is my storage for past and present characters, and where I might occasionally go for nostalgia and/or recycling a character I've used before.
I prefer high-Casual and Advanced games, in a medieval, fantasy or sci-fi setting, because that's the sort of nerd I am.
I'm a thinker - I've thought a lot on certain things, and am firm in my beliefs. So you could ask me what I thought about a good few things and I could give a well-reasoned answer. Or a less reasoned answer based on my morals.
TheCharactersOfMyst - This is my storage for past and present characters, and where I might occasionally go for nostalgia and/or recycling a character I've used before.
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Tristan looked around the circle. Ser Giles and Magus Grimm, he knew, but the others, this mismatched team of individuals - he had very little knowledge of.
The two mercenaries - mage and soldier both with their own skill sets that would be invaluable on this quest of the Duke’s. The girl, Concordia - by far the youngest of their group, though admittedly seconded by himself - he couldn't get a gauge on her. Expected from a spy. The Templar was no doubt the most experienced of the group, if only for his title. He had seen multiple battles, travelled great distances - but then again, he had always travelled with his brothers-in-arms, a luxury they did not have here. Everyone was a stranger here.
He had eaten silently, but only spared a moment for his own prayer. If God wanted him to be thankful, He could stand to have let the rain not rain so heavily! But no matter... the food was poor fare anyway, nothing like he was used to. None of this was like what he was used to. Their ultimate goal, yes, that was familiar; a woman, instead of documents or secrets, needed to be retrieved. It’d be easy enough to manage. But everything in between would be difficult.
When Grimm finished his introduction, Tristan felt eyes turn to him. He wasn’t sure whose, or even if it was anyone at all.
“Tristan Veneti, of House Veneti. I serve as my brother’s representative in court, while he attends to affairs at home. The Duke saw fit to command me to join you all on this mission, and who would I be to refuse? I’m not among the most experienced of travellers, nor of men, but I can serve this venture in my own ways, you can be sure of that.”
He met Ser Giles’ gaze, with the shine of a smile in his eyes, but not from his mouth.
“I put myself in your care.”
The two mercenaries - mage and soldier both with their own skill sets that would be invaluable on this quest of the Duke’s. The girl, Concordia - by far the youngest of their group, though admittedly seconded by himself - he couldn't get a gauge on her. Expected from a spy. The Templar was no doubt the most experienced of the group, if only for his title. He had seen multiple battles, travelled great distances - but then again, he had always travelled with his brothers-in-arms, a luxury they did not have here. Everyone was a stranger here.
He had eaten silently, but only spared a moment for his own prayer. If God wanted him to be thankful, He could stand to have let the rain not rain so heavily! But no matter... the food was poor fare anyway, nothing like he was used to. None of this was like what he was used to. Their ultimate goal, yes, that was familiar; a woman, instead of documents or secrets, needed to be retrieved. It’d be easy enough to manage. But everything in between would be difficult.
When Grimm finished his introduction, Tristan felt eyes turn to him. He wasn’t sure whose, or even if it was anyone at all.
“Tristan Veneti, of House Veneti. I serve as my brother’s representative in court, while he attends to affairs at home. The Duke saw fit to command me to join you all on this mission, and who would I be to refuse? I’m not among the most experienced of travellers, nor of men, but I can serve this venture in my own ways, you can be sure of that.”
He met Ser Giles’ gaze, with the shine of a smile in his eyes, but not from his mouth.
“I put myself in your care.”
Banned for lack of Navi.
@DeadbeatWalking Pylon’s deactivated.
@Scarescrow You’re not walking across B8, are you? hint, it’s not advised. You need a 5+ to dodge the fire, and that can give you up to 3 burning markers, which each do 2 damage. That’s 6+4+2=12 over the course of three rounds.
@Scarescrow You’re not walking across B8, are you? hint, it’s not advised. You need a 5+ to dodge the fire, and that can give you up to 3 burning markers, which each do 2 damage. That’s 6+4+2=12 over the course of three rounds.
*Barrels in at the speed of light*
Aaaand subbed.
Aaaand subbed.
I don’t have any exams. Just overdue essays!
@Mae
Caverns of Cynder
>Aaron, slightly miffed that he didn’t find anything, steps around the lava pools by way of B7, B13, B20, and looks into the depths. (6+1 movement)
Overload
>Jamie Hart freezes as the pylon trembles and shakes... cracks spread out from its base. She looks around her, and as though afraid her very voice will shatter the ground, she points towards the southern exit (B27/28). Stepping carefully, she moves to B26.
Caverns of Cynder
>Aaron, slightly miffed that he didn’t find anything, steps around the lava pools by way of B7, B13, B20, and looks into the depths. (6+1 movement)
Overload
>Jamie Hart freezes as the pylon trembles and shakes... cracks spread out from its base. She looks around her, and as though afraid her very voice will shatter the ground, she points towards the southern exit (B27/28). Stepping carefully, she moves to B26.
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