Dawnon Aeris

The Guild

Alaric squared his shoulders and nodded to the short master, examining his calm demeanor. Even though he was small he commanded attention and obedience, Alaric admired such qualities.

He eyed the Leonin with passing curiosity, typical for the lesser hybrids to act on instinct. He did think them one of the few most noble, they were made for nobility after all.

He made his way through the crowd trying not to hit anyone on the head with his bundle of armor, standing in front of the master.

"A fine speech" he said in a deep cold voice "when do I get started?"

The Guild

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Greetings

Hello, I have been posting and toasting on the site for a few days..i want to apologize first for not coming forward before i did that, how rude of me.

So i am the kind of all round roleplayer, anything you got to throw at me i can deal with and work with so..come at me brah!

Starcraft Roleplay

he he i know its short..but its starcraft..

The Guild

lol gold seriously?, not to nitpick or anything but people dont walk around with gold in their pockets, let alone toss it to every passing curiosity..copper maybe, MAYBE silver, but not gold

The Guild

Alaric stood and watched the interaction raising a brow, the feathered girl peeked his interest as he straightened and stretched out a bit before starting to gather up his armor pieces. Once he had them in a row on a pole he approached the guild hall hissing a bit as he stepped into the blazing sun shielding his eyes, his armor threw bright blinding reflections all over the place bobbing up and down as he walked.

He approached the couple and looked down at them as he stood nearly six feet tall "it has been years since I have last seen your kind anywhere, Valkyrie" His grey eyes scanned her top to bottom curiously, stopping at her wings "and never this up close, the last one tried to kill me. Nearly succeeded as well"

The Guild

The day was too hot for Alaric, he despised summer and its heat. It frequently made his clothes stick and his armor chafe, so he found shelter under a great walnut tree in the yard of some tavern in Sersia, he had come in by boat the night prior from the Savage Islands home to cannibals and many tribes. He was now in search of more work, reading the leaflet of the Iron Tree Guild, he found a prospect for profit although their moral gibberish made him cringe.

He stared at their guild hall examining it carefully as he ate some fruit to help him cool off. His worn armor was strewn about around him along with the padding exposing a plain dark blue shirt and grey pants that sank into tall sturdy soldiers boots. His Falchion hung from his waist on a black leather belt decorated with silver forming thorny vines all around its surface to end in a gleaming silver Rose buckle.

"so..this is it?" He thought to himself in no particular hurry to go anywhere

The Guild

I vote true fantasy btw like hardcore D&D

Starcraft Roleplay

Alaric Grave
Age: 33
Specialist: Reaper

Story: Alaric was recruited from the ranks of the grunts when it became apparent he wasn't the kind of guy who liked to stand still for long. He was given a test run with some more veteran hunters and passed with flying colours in eliminating a roving hydralisk pack on Tarconis