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Malphas
Seaside Village
@Rune_Alchemist@Crimson Paladin

The drunk women hiding away in the village masquerading as a fox would definitely be something interesting to Malphas. He'd love to ask for her opinion on the magic he had attempted to do, as well as if she could teach him any tricks as well. Perhaps he could learn to turn himself into a fox as well? So many questions and propositions, so many mysteries within her den...

It was a shame Malphas had chosen not to follow the fox after all.

Instead, Malphas had spent the time cleaning off the stolen fish discarded by the fox. One of the many lessons Malphas had learned during his previous life ws to choose his victories. He was a bit tired of chasing a fox around, especially after spending the last few hours running for his dear life. For now, he'll let Novak chase after the furry thing, while Malphas would tend to cleaning the mess it left, as well as returning the fish it had stolen. Someone's livelihood was at stake!

Whether the fisherman accepted the stolen fish back or not, Malphas scratched his head, wondering just where Novak had gone. Perhaps he went deeper into the woods and got lost on the way? As much as Malphas wished to go and find him, he still needed at least a nice hide cuirass, if not a couple arrows, before he made his trek onward. Malphas could also report to the craftsman and let him know what had happened... but they might just get upset, and also forfeit Malphas's reward.

What to do, what to do...

Maybe Malphas will grab a snack. See what the local food tastes like. Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea! He closed his eyes and allowed his nose to guide him, following any scent of food he could pick up. If this were a cartoon, he would be humorously floating off following the visible aroma of food.
Galain Jinn
Some sort of pub...


"That would be me." A voice replied to the inquisitive dragon-man. It was a soothing baritone, almost harmonic.

Unnoticed by the other patrons, perhaps due to his patient stillness, or more likely the fact he decided to wear a dark hood and sit himself in the corner of the bar, was a hooded figure, enjoying a mug of fruity wine clutched by a pale hand wearing a glistening gem-bearing silver ring. Leaning on the bar next to him was some sort of long blade, wrapped meticulously in parchment. Swiftly, he finished the rest of his drink, allowing the wine to flow smoothly into his throat before placing the mug gently onto the counter. Standing up, he removed his hood, his white hair shimmering with his movement, before turning to face everyone else.

A 6'4 Bright Elf bearing a mithril circlet and a soft expression. His eyes were closed, yet at the same time, it felt as if he were scrutinizing everyone else in the room. With a stroke of his chin and a nod, he lifted his blade up, bringing it to a harness attached to his belt. To those who were trained in the combat arts, it seemed that this elf moved with careful deliberation, almost efficiently. To others, he seemed... strange. Both fast and slow at the same time. Such was the nature of elves, whose entire body chemistry was slower than the younger races.

"Galain Jinn." He spoke, revealing himself to be one of the few raiders who once served that freak of nature who almost brought down the Bronze Castle once more.

"It seems that we are all gathered to this guild for the same reason. I'm sure you all have one of these, as well."

Pulling back the sleeve from his left arm, Galain revealed his ring to everyone else. It wasn't quite hard to miss, and didn't even require him to pull his sleeve back in order to show it. However, the gesture would soon make sense as the stone inlaid within the ring began to glow, causing his finger to bleed. Scarlet strands trickled down to his bear arm, revealing that this ring was more than it appeared.

Yes, it seemed the ring was spiked onto the elf.

Sent this to the GMs already, so I'll just have this up for posterity's sake. Here's my original Archer idea.
A friend of mine introduced me to this omega chad and I realized since this war takes place in Budapest, I had to make him. Tried making this guy a bit more Archer-y than Rider-y. Hopefully things work out in the end~

EDIT: Fixed up Innovation and Disengage, paid my military leader tax, and added a little something to his Wish ;)

I've got two furry archers who are both good boys. A bit tempted to wait and see who would be the better fit, but I'm also a bit afraid of other competing Archers, so I might just throw in whatever I can finish first.
I haven't made an Archer I was satisfied with yet, and I do have one drafted in mind, so I'll proclaim my interest for that slot!
Aight character done. Will have art of him WHEN I CAN PAY FOR IT.

Here's my thingy. I promise it isn't spiked.

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