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Caravan: Resurrection

Flin nodded, slowly letting his compress up for Ilruvae to take over. "Alright. That should allow me to focus more on moving him, too." He responded, eager to see what Ilruvae's own compress would look like. He didn't like getting out done when it came to magic, but Eldi's were something special. He might be able to learn a thing or two from Ilruvae. With his full attention on carefully moving the man, their pacing seemed to be a bit quicker now as they made their way to the back of the caravan.

Caravan: Resurrection

Flin began to carry the man towards the back of the caravan with Pyra's help, making sure to keep applying pressure on the compress as they moved. "Not by beasts, huh.." Flin muttered softly. Did that mean that the man had a rough fall? Or was he specifically targetted by humans, or some other race? Regardless, this man's safety came first. He noticed that the compress was more perfected than what he usually made, and glanced at Pyra briefly. He gave him a nod as they reached the back, with a small smirk as appreciation for his efforts. When Daelin mentioned that something was coming, getting inside the caravan was even more important now. He prepared to carry the man inside with Pyra, the moment Marilyn lowered the back door.

Caravan: Resurrection

Flin heard the captain call him out, but it wasn't a casual shout. There was clear stress in his voice. The man moved quickly, immediately snapping out of his relaxed stance. He ran past Marilyn, and soon realised the situation. His eyes widened, and he hopped out of the cart. He was surprisingly agile, and faster than most. He landed into the dirt, giving a very brief annoyed glance at his boots as they were covered in dirt, but he didn't slow down for a second.

He rushed over towards the injured man, and knelt down beside him. He tried to gently roll the man over to reveal the wound, and began to channel arcane energy towards the wound. It began to form into a compress, to stop the blood from coming out for a moment, at least. "Shit...Come on, don't give up! We'll help you!" Flin stated to the man. It was clear that Flin wasn't the best at it, but he didn't seem to be a stranger at this either. Had he encountered these kinds of things in the past? At any rate, he was trying his best. "Captain...can you assist me to carry him? I'll keep pressure on the wound. Not trying to order you around...but we should get in the caravan quickly, right?" He stated, preparing to carry the man along with Zay.

Defiance

Corc looked around at the coffins within the room, and at the two hallways. Then, he looked at the blood that Jack had mentioned. "Corc not sure about splitting up...but is fastest way to stop monster threat." He stated, and began to head towards the hallway with the heavy wind. "Corc strong and big enough to block wind for others while moving here...and prevent torch from going out!" He stated. He held his mace firmly in his hands, but he waited in the light of the room until someone would get behind him with a torch.

"Corc not afraid of wind...Corc not lose!" He stated to the wind that kept challenging him and kept brushing against his rough skin. He seemed quite excited about pushing against the wind, despite the fact that it was just wind. But this way, he'd be able to aid his allies as well. As such, he saw no immediate harm to this idea. The giant kept his guard up as he stood near the hallway, though. They could be jumped at any time, by whatever might be lurking in the darkness. He couldn't be careless here. If something came, he'd be ready.

Caravan: Resurrection

Flin nodded at Noru, and crossed his arms. "Perhaps I'll take your advice and check out the beastiary more, then. But it's hardly difficult to say 'This section is dangerous, Get inside, Flin.'" He simply replied, shaking his head briefly.

"Well, no point rambling on about the past, anyways. Speaking of knowledge, do you know if there's any particularly dangerous creatures near the route we're taking, right now?" He asked. "If there are, at least I'd like to be somewhat prepared this time."

Caravan: Resurrection

Flin listened carefully, feeling even more curious when Noru mentioned the artifact that he'd found. "Well, you're not wrong. I've only been riding with caravans for three months." He admitted. "I'd like to learn more about this world and the creatures within. There's still too much that we don't know." He stated calmly. "During one caravan run, we were assaulted by Acid Stingers while I was the look-out on the roof. Y'know, the wasp-like creatures that can shoot stingers coated with acid from a good distance. Unfortunately, my crew were careless buffoons besides the captain himself, as we were going through a more dangerous section of our route. If I'd known just what those creatures were capable of, I could've avoided this." Flin stated, revealing his shoulder underneath his shirt for a moment. A serious burn mark was visible, before he hid it again. "That's why I consider knowledge to be so important.."

Caravan: Resurrection

Once Yvette had left the caravan, Flin resumed his usual lazy leaning against the wall. As the caravan began to move again, and Zay made his way to the roof, Flin began to relax somewhat more. It seemed like the captain was in charge of being the look-out for now. Fair enough, he'd get plenty of chances to peer outside himself, anyway. The man walked over towards Noru, and glanced over at him. "So...you seem like you've had a lot of experiences in the wilds. May I ask what your most interesting discoveries were?" He asked Noru. He was quite curious to learn more about the wilds, and Noru seemed like he knew his stuff.

Let's Go Save the Princess!

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A Lousy Drunk

Gregory Ferolas

Lazy♦ Selfless♦ Careless♦ Honest (Perhaps too much!)♦Kind

Name

Gregory Ferolas (But he prefers Greg)

Age

28

Personality

He is a noble knight who has the job to patrol the south edge of the city. Well... noble would be an overstatement. Greg has often been seen drinking, which made it clear that he's got a problem. He would abuse his job at every turn to drink, but despite it all, he'd strike down evil and injustice if he ran into it. Of course, it didn't seem all that heroic to others if a wild drunk started beating up trouble makers out of no where.

But Greg never cared about his appearance. It was simply his way of life, and he got his job done. For the most part, anyway. He usually comes over as carefree and loud, but he's a good person. He's certainly more jolly when he's drunk, though.

Class

Knight...and Town drunk! Two in one!

Strengths

Greg is a decent swordsman, despite being drunk all the time. But he's certainly not anything special in that area. However, he is very in tune with the earth, capable of using dirt and stone in combat and to make things out of stone nearby him. He can solidify some stone so strongly that it's as tough as steel, but only specific, smaller things. For example, he would not be able to make a stone wall as tough as steel. Being drunk also has it's benifits, making him more nimble at times to avoid attacks. His body is quite durable.

Weaknesses

He's got a heavy alcohol addiction, which can lead to violent screaming if he doesn't have his fill. He also likes to drink during combat sometimes, which lowers his accuracy. He's not very quick, either. His poor reputation as a drunkard doesn't quite help matters, despite all his good deeds.

What were you doing when the princess was kidnapped?

Greg, known to some as the Drunken Knight was fast asleep inside a barrel at the festival. He himself doesn't even remember how he got in there, and had been informed of the incident long after it was over. One thing was for sure...he drank one too many.