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In response to Robin's remarks, Roark said "I was raised to believe that we each make our own luck, so I don't think that we should have any problem in that regard." A slightly mischievous grin resurfacing, he continued, saying "Besides, I've gotten in the habit of carrying some extra luck around with me, anyway." To emphasize his point, he gestured at his gear, as if implying that that should provide ample "luck" for their purposes.

He soon noticed a relatively tall, pale woman approaching them with a graceful stride. Her appearance reminded him of a tribe of hunters that lived in the forest near the base of his clan's mountain, who were seldom seen, almost never heard unless they wanted to be, and, reportedly, very skilled hunters. When she came up and introduced herself, he chuckled slightly at the apparent quality and diversity of the group that seemed to be gathering around him, while the academist, Robin, started introductions for the both of them. After she had finished, he expanded on her introduction of him, reaching out to offer his hand in a shake.
"Roark Ironfist, of the Greymountain Military Corps of Engineers, at your service. Would it be safe to assume that you are also looking for a group worth forming for this particular escapade?"
After a brief moment of standing around, Roark noticed the rather timid girl approach. Upon her commenting on his gear, he broke into a large grin as he answered her question with a hint of pride.
"Aye, that I did! Some of the fancier components came courtesy of close instruction by my teacher, but every last piece of machinery I carry is something I crafted! By your speech, I'd place you as an academic of some sort, which suggests, in the context of such a dangerous job, that you'd likely be some form of arcanist, which would be all the reason I'd need to be glad to have you on my side in a conflict!"
After a short pause, he added: "Oh, and if we're going to be teaming up, there'll be no more of that "Sir Dwarf" nonsense!" cracking a grin. "M'name's Roark Ironfist," he added, extending his hand in greeting.
All that really matters to me is that characters stay about on the power level set by Robyn, and that we get this started back up sooner, rather than later, so I don't have any objections to a bit of creative race selection. Hell, I played a race that I made up that seems like a similar concept to yours in an RP back before the Guild crashed!
With the announcement of free gear, nearly everyone in the crowd swarmed to the armory, trying to get their hands on the best gear before it was all taken. Taking pride in the fact that he had either made or earned every piece of equipment he had, Roark simply walked up to one of the castle guards.
"I'm assuming that we'll be allowed to claim some travel rations from the castle kitchens some time between now and when we set out?" he asked of the guard.
"Aye," the young man said, "you'll be given access to the larders shortly before your departure."
"Good, my boy. That'll be all," Roark replied with a grin before returning to approximately where he'd been standing during the king's brief speech.

As he waited, he decided to test the calibration of his gear, using the fingers of his right hand to flip open a small latch that was covering a set of minute resonance stone fragments in the palm of his right gauntlet. Pressing a quick sequence of different combinations of the stones triggered several mechanical commands via the other fragments of the same stone embedded in the machinery of his rucksack.
First, his shield sprang out far enough to his left for him to grab, allowing him access to the fragments (and non-resonance buttons) on its main handle. Second, he pressed one of the buttons on the shield, causing a spike to protrude from the bottom, which he then stuck into the packed dirt of the courtyard directly in front of him, allowing his shield to stand on its own. Next, while a heavy repeater came forth on a mechanical arm, stopping just above, and slightly forward from, his right shoulder, he grabbed his shield's central handle, which he then rotated, causing one slot on each side of his shield to open. Clicking his right crossbow into place in his shield, he also triggered a repeater to come out on his left side, which then went into the corresponding slot on the left side of his shield. After testing the pivot of the spike, and checking the calibration of the clear crystal view port directly above the central handle, he gave a satisfied grunt, then began triggering the recall commands (ejecting the repeaters from the shield, which were then pulled back to their starting points by their respective mechanical arms, then reattaching the shield to it's arm, which drew it back into its place within the rucksack.

Finished with the test of his ranged equipment, Roark finally began paying attention to the people around him starting to return from the armory, having made their selections. Interestingly enough, it looked like the timid girl who he'd stood next to had been back for a while, carrying nothing more than that with which she had started. Seeing that people were already starting to group up, he debated who seemed like someone worth working with. After a brief deliberation, he decided that, since he knew nothing of anyone here, and most everyone had seen his equipment test, he may as well wait a moment to see if anyone approached him about teaming up before he would go to anyone else himself.
Sounds good to me! I'll go ahead and add a follow-up post, then :-)
That is unfortunate :-(
Should we just run this as an impromptu 1x1 until we can get more people to join in, or wait to move on until then?
By the time Roark got to the castle's courtyard, it was surrounded by a thronging mass of people. After a couple of failed attempts to politely push his way through to reach the courtyard proper, he sighed before simply wading through the crowd, ignoring the indignant cries as people got pushed out of his way, most of which quickly quieted when the saw the stocky dwarf who was responsible for their disturbance. Admittedly, there were even odds as to whether they were silenced primarily by his stout stature, his somewhat rough demeanor, or the large shield and well-crafted war hammer latched to his bizarre metal rucksack.
Breaking out of the mass of spectators, Roark finally made it to the main area of the courtyard, populated with a much thinner crowd, just in time to see the king emerge, accompanied by a fanfare of trumpets. Joining in with the edge of the crowd, he found himself next to a rather nervous-looking human girl, who seemed to be fastidiously not looking at the very large man (who appeared to be just a bit shy of twice Roark's height). Settling in, he listened up to what the king had to say, silently absorbing the information as it came.
No, it's all good, thanks! I just wanted to make sure, since pretty much every descriptor you used for him (except for the height) could have been interpreted in such a way as to fit Roark. After all, just because dwarves are on the shorter side of things in every fantasy setting I've seen, doesn't mean that that's the way everyone sees them, or it could have even been that you'd seen a setting in which Mountain Dwarves in particular are rather large, so it couldn't hurt to double check and make sure that we were both on the same page :-)

Also, I think that I may wait until tomorrow to post again; maybe give Chocobo a chance to introduce their character in the IC before we get too far ahead.
Same here! Just kind of the last person to have posted on the IC, so there isn't exactly much I can do just yet XD
Quick question: was the man into whom Robin bumped supposed to be Roark? Everything except the size of him sounds more or less like Roark, so I wanted to check if that was your intent before I posted any sort of reply.
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