Feel better soon, Apollo! :CC And yes @ Eisenhorn, we'll get through this! ( ouo)9 Anyways, I've...hazily made a post, and now it's off to bed with me. :'DD Take care, everyone!Sleep well and take it easy, savvy?
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You two got this, power on through to the other side!
Penn nodded his consent with the plan. Worked for him, and it sounded like it would work. Team ops, Penn was no tactical genius. He could plan his own jobs far better than planning with a group of agents in mind, increased skill pool diversity aside. Cover Iowa, and when things got loud, do what he did best. Make things explode, from a distance or up close. He had plenty of tools for all distances, within reason obviously, since he couldn't rightly carry a target designator to laz targets for orbital strikes. They wouldn't have that kind of support normally, and he would be issued the tool if they could expect to have the help. He entered the simulation, which was in the back of a pelican currently, and spoke to Iowa specifically while confirming his stance on the plan. "I'm game, I'll keep to my silenced pistols until covers blown Iowa, then I'll be launching the explosives. Call out clusters for me to nail, sound good?"
Jerod snorted, coming back to full consciousness from the half, hazy dreaming he had fallen into, having finished his meal and spending much of his time drinking before the small group arrived. He barely remembered Thalia waving, which he had returned easily enough, downing another drink after who knows how many had been prior to that one. The barbarian was with her, and some noble came waltzing in afterwords. And even then, while they were talking, the spear woman who had aided him when the first crossed paths with the Champion of Naga entered and started wolfing down food, and he gave her a respectful nod in her direction. But she seemed rather determined to keep to her eating, and he rose, mug in hand as he wandered over to the small group gathering so far.
"Ach, would ja look who drug themselv's inta th' mess 'all. Bluebloods, a knightess, lancelot lassie, an' a Feroxian na' less. Wha' dragged yer frigid arse out of th' far north, eh? And wha' bring's one o' ye blue bloods down 'ere t' slum it wit' us common folks?" Jerod grinned, clearly just giving the lot good natured ribbings. Well, not so good natured for the Feroxian, but he hid that well enough by mixing it in with the rest of the joking and ribbings being give to the others. But Jerod took a good natured draw from his mug, emptying the rest of its contents before glancing at the others, including the lance wielder in the question. "I ca' grab ye drinks if ye wan'. Gon' be grabbin' m'self another mug soon."
Eklispe, Marianne is actually sleeping in the same bedroom as Jacob right now, not in the mess hall ^_^Aye, "Sleeping", if you know what I mean.
Pretty much what I'm doing now, until I pass out.Not bad, got nothing done, not really. Yourself?Nothing really eventful here either. :'D Did some grocery shopping, wandered around a mall for a bit today...and now I'm too sleepy to do anything else other than laze around.
( ouo)/ Okay! ouo And how are you tonight? I've been out all day, so I haven't been able to log on until now. P:Not bad, got nothing done, not really. Yourself?Yay! Colours are back!*u* Yesss! It's also nice to be able to see who said what @ quote trains now. :'DD And spoiler tags!
Yep, and once Asuras posts for his barbarian fellow, I'll have Jerod respond to you two arriving.
And now we have a Troubadour for the party, done and done.
Name: Niya
Class: Troubadour
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Appearance:
Equipment: x1 Heal Staff, x2 Vulnerary
Personality: Niya is not one to talk much, finding her words wasted on most people. Generally only speaking a few words at a time, sometimes far fewer than is appropriate, one could consider her bedside manner as a healer rather lacking. What little she speaks, is made up far more in actions, being a woman that prefers to let actions speak for her rather than hollow words. Coupled with a complete lack of a sense of self preservation, she is one who will have no problem riding her horse into a fusillade of arrows and magical spells to bring a comrade back up to their feet, because its her duty to do so. A sense of duty drives her actions, more so than anything else, although to whom this duty is sworn to is hazy, at best. But still, she will generally heal before harm when it matters, but one should not expect her to be nice about it.
Biography: Born to Feroxian family, one would be surprised to hear this on first meeting the woman, but one word or action out of her casts any doubt of that aside. Both her parents were descendents of those who immigrated to Ferox after the wars over 70 years in the past, having progressively grown more adapted to the climate of the land, that much so with their own single daughter Niya. One would have expected a far more warlike occupation for a Feroxian, but her family had been apothecaries and healers prior to their immigration, and all the warriors in a war can only go as far as their wounds allow.
Niya was trained in both apothecary and healing magics, usually acting as an attendant at arena battles and with bandit hunting patrols, ensuring battles did not end lethally (Without undue reason), and that the hunters and their quarry made it back alive (For the quarry, not necessarily alive AND well, just alive). Her quiet, harsh exterior was not unduly noticed by those she tended to, as the Feroxian woman provided far too vital of help to worry about her attitude. Spending much of her life either healing, or in the saddle, it was unsurprising that she would eventually not return home, just riding onwards with travelling supplies enough to get her to another land, and do more work there. Duty drove her on, as always.
Niya had heard much about the Church of Naga, its teachings and plans for the world. A load of madness, lies, and hatred, the lady had decided quickly. This Champion of Naga, however, did not sound like the rest of the church, on a gut instinct's decision. That, and she suspected War would follow this Champion and whoever he ended up leading and siding with, and that meant the sick and injured would be there as well. So it was a natural fit for her to make her way for warmer climates, following the trail of this Champion of Naga as best as she could, the proud woman high on her horse taking time in each village to mend the injured and cure the sick, never giving a name or purpose, just asking one or two questions, seeing to the unwell, and moving on, earning a monicker of just "The White Lady" on the way.
Equipment: x1 Heal Staff, x2 Vulnerary
Personality: Niya is not one to talk much, finding her words wasted on most people. Generally only speaking a few words at a time, sometimes far fewer than is appropriate, one could consider her bedside manner as a healer rather lacking. What little she speaks, is made up far more in actions, being a woman that prefers to let actions speak for her rather than hollow words. Coupled with a complete lack of a sense of self preservation, she is one who will have no problem riding her horse into a fusillade of arrows and magical spells to bring a comrade back up to their feet, because its her duty to do so. A sense of duty drives her actions, more so than anything else, although to whom this duty is sworn to is hazy, at best. But still, she will generally heal before harm when it matters, but one should not expect her to be nice about it.
Biography: Born to Feroxian family, one would be surprised to hear this on first meeting the woman, but one word or action out of her casts any doubt of that aside. Both her parents were descendents of those who immigrated to Ferox after the wars over 70 years in the past, having progressively grown more adapted to the climate of the land, that much so with their own single daughter Niya. One would have expected a far more warlike occupation for a Feroxian, but her family had been apothecaries and healers prior to their immigration, and all the warriors in a war can only go as far as their wounds allow.
Niya was trained in both apothecary and healing magics, usually acting as an attendant at arena battles and with bandit hunting patrols, ensuring battles did not end lethally (Without undue reason), and that the hunters and their quarry made it back alive (For the quarry, not necessarily alive AND well, just alive). Her quiet, harsh exterior was not unduly noticed by those she tended to, as the Feroxian woman provided far too vital of help to worry about her attitude. Spending much of her life either healing, or in the saddle, it was unsurprising that she would eventually not return home, just riding onwards with travelling supplies enough to get her to another land, and do more work there. Duty drove her on, as always.
Niya had heard much about the Church of Naga, its teachings and plans for the world. A load of madness, lies, and hatred, the lady had decided quickly. This Champion of Naga, however, did not sound like the rest of the church, on a gut instinct's decision. That, and she suspected War would follow this Champion and whoever he ended up leading and siding with, and that meant the sick and injured would be there as well. So it was a natural fit for her to make her way for warmer climates, following the trail of this Champion of Naga as best as she could, the proud woman high on her horse taking time in each village to mend the injured and cure the sick, never giving a name or purpose, just asking one or two questions, seeing to the unwell, and moving on, earning a monicker of just "The White Lady" on the way.
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