Gisk

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Rolf'll be like
"No, nuh uh, not touching that!"

I hope you don't mind if I flesh out magic a bit on my own. I've got ideas, but I'll reveal them in RP, and I'll make sure they sync up with what's already been laid down.

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“Rolf,” he answered to the big man, Shield. They made their way out, no more stairs as they were already on the ground floor. Just as promised, there were two carriages waiting for them. Rolf got in one, along with Shield, the blind man, a rough looking fellow and a woman who called herself The Eel.

Their combined smell quickly filled the carriage as the doors closed, and Rolf opened the curtain next to him to try to let fresh air in.

“Ya think we're allowed to wonder what kind of job it is now?”

Hogwarts 2010

@KahleenCuthald No, I don't think that it is.

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I think the nature of it needs to explain why normal guards or soldiers aren't carrying this task out.

It needs to be something difficult or unusual, or perhaps something secretive that the general public(and Dulcena's political rivals) shouldn't learn.

Maybe we're acting, if not in direct opposition to, at least somewhat counter to the goals of the realm.

Maybe we're going somewhere where the powers that be(whatever our governmental structure is) don't have any power, and so can't send official agents.

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Rolf's spirits were lifted a great deal already. With the shackles gone, and the fresh green air(however little of it he could get here) filling his lungs, he could feel the barest hint of power returning.

When the woman was a few people down the line, he nudged the enormous half-orc next to him and murmured, "Hey, d'ya think she brought that first guy in just so she could prove how ruthless she is?"

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Good!

If no one else posts I may post a quick banter post.

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I actually am more worried, with what's in my mind, about making it too weak.

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@Kelewen Do you have any ideas or rules about magic, or can that be something we make up as we go?

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He was practically carried from his cell, his feet stumbling and weak. Since being put in this hole, he had come to regret the negligent care he had taken of his body. He was thin, and pale like many of the rest. Shorter than most as well. His ragged hair and beard were too dirty to see the auburn they naturally were, or the gray that was creeping prematurely into his temples. The lack of room to move and near starvation deteriorates everyone down here, but when he was taken up with the others, it was clear that he was in worse condition than most.
That was the most obvious difference between this prisoner and most of the rest being steered upstairs. As they reached the better lighting on the floor above, another difference became apparent. His shackles were not the iron of the rest, but silver, etched with religious symbols.

In the room with the barred window, he got as close as they would let him to the smell of fresh air. The life it gave, from the plants all around, was purer and closer than he had tasted in a long time.

He got the barest taste before he was pulled with the rest into a line. Another man was dragged away for the barest moment’s indecision. He determined not to join him.

When the red woman approached him, the hedge wizard, Rolf White, said “I accept.”

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To be clear before I mess it up, I can just put a post in? No preamble or introduction to my character necessary?

Also, medieval suicide squad ftw.