Well hopefully it's not too many severe wounds, Sevine is the group's primary medic, if Angel isn't careful in battle, Sevine will not be able to save Angel if she over-exerts herself. Serious wounds take time to heal, the most Sevine can do is quicken the healing process on severe wounds. Any minor or mild wounds she can easily heal. But obviously, I'll give her time to heal, it might not be fully, so keep that in mind. After all, you decide how they are wounded and they severity of it.
But that's not important right now, what is important is your introductory post. How do you plan on introducing Angel into the group?
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I'm glad to see this up here! (: Yeah, at first, I was a bit iffy on having such a strange and unique character added to our mix, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that having Angel/Anjiru might actually be of some help to our group later on. Plus, there is some serious, but very fun, character development that can occur between everyone in the group and Angel.
Perhaps the Cherod's would capture the Stone-Pelted Lynx, and domesticate them into loyal pets?
As she listened to him speak, Johanna began to draw a conclusion, or at least form an idea. "Asher! My brother Thalien is a jeweler in Ciola! I'm sure he would have word, or at least knowledge about any valuable gems, after all, he specialized in unique and uncommon gems and precious stones. I am certain that Thalien would know of this gem. Shall we journey to Ciola? Unlike myself, Thalien has chosen stay, as well as Chezaré. They would be at my home in the Artisan Square. If I asked him Thalien would certainly help us."
Hopefully, Asher would accept the idea, if not, Johanna wasn't sure where they should go then, and in particular, she wasn't sure how he would feel traveling to the epicenter of the civil war. After all, any citizens of noble rank spotted traveling in Sevitel were at risk of robbery or murder by the rebels.
Hopefully, Asher would accept the idea, if not, Johanna wasn't sure where they should go then, and in particular, she wasn't sure how he would feel traveling to the epicenter of the civil war. After all, any citizens of noble rank spotted traveling in Sevitel were at risk of robbery or murder by the rebels.
Hey, I just saw your thing for the Stone-Pelted Lynx, what did you have in mind for that? It sounds really interesting!
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Tzarima that was great! Thank you! (: Yeah, Erahja and Elrithian make a unique dynamic duo.
Tzarima that was great! Thank you! (: Yeah, Erahja and Elrithian make a unique dynamic duo.
After Sevine had knocked the bandit unconscious with one of her bottles of wine, she looked to the tavern door at the sight of the door flinging open, in came two men, one concealed behind a cowl, and one clad in iron. She wasn't sure if they were bandits, but after looking them over, she could find no trace of a blue bandana. When they began to attack the other bandits, Sevine turned to look for Rhaedin. She found the elf captain finishing off the bandits she had attacked. Hurrying to her side amidst the chaos, Sevine called out gaily to her, "Well look at you Captain. Cleaning up my dirty work, eh?" She offered her a smile in gratitude and then pointed out Erahja.
"Come on." Rhaedin drew her sword from its scabbard and rushed over to aid their companion. Another two bandits had made their way over to Erahja as she battled with the one bandit at hand. Raising her blade, she swung in a downward "chopping" motion, the bandit she had targeted was actually a female. She had her kerchief tied about her neck with a short-sword in her hand at ready. Rhaedin had targeted the woman's weapon arm, but the woman had noticed Rhaedin's attack and deflected her blow by side-stepping. Rhaedin quickly recovered her balance and glared darkly at the woman. She wore her hair piled high upon her head, and far too much face make-up. Her age was easy to discover by the wrinkles on her face, she had to be in her mid-40s.
Suddenly, the woman darted forward, trying to run Rhaedin through. She shied away from the sword's edge, and attacked again. Swinging her sword flat, in an arcing motion, Rhaedin aimed to land a blow on the woman's back. However the woman slipped away once more, only to be snatched by Rhaedin. The elfess had grown tired of playing games with the ruffian. Grabbing the woman by her shoulder, she ran her silver blade through her midsection before shoving her onto the wooden floorboards.
Sevine had turned her attention to the other bandit, he was a tall and gangly fellow, wielding a short-sword as well. That's when Sevine realized that her plan might not have worked out as well as she hoped.
"I'll skin you alive wench!" He growled, advancing quickly.
"If that's what you believe!" Sevine yelled as loud as she could, chucking one of the bottles of wine left. It hurtled out of her hand like an arrow, the bottle soared across the room disappearing into the fray. Surprisingly, Sevine could hear the bottle breaking over the noise from the chaos. Not that it mattered.
"You've got a terrible aim there missy! Let me help you fix it, I'll start with that hand of yours!" Thrusting his blade at her, he cut through the air violently, only to duck another flying bottle of wine that also disappeared into the fray. "Why don't you just stand still for me, eh?!" Cried the bandit, enraged over Sevine's cleverness. From the way he approached her, Sevine was forced to blindly retreat backwards. She was left weaponless, without any means of defense.
Suddenly, Sevine felt herself falling backwards, landing hard on the floor. She had tripped over a chair that was knocked aside. Lying upon the floor, Sevine looked up into the crazed eyes of the bandit, he readied his sword for the killing blow. She covered her face in horror, this would be the last thing she remembered! Or...wait... Sevine opened her eyes and saw Rhaedin knocking the bandit to the floor with a quick pommel hit to the neck.
"Come on." Rhaedin drew her sword from its scabbard and rushed over to aid their companion. Another two bandits had made their way over to Erahja as she battled with the one bandit at hand. Raising her blade, she swung in a downward "chopping" motion, the bandit she had targeted was actually a female. She had her kerchief tied about her neck with a short-sword in her hand at ready. Rhaedin had targeted the woman's weapon arm, but the woman had noticed Rhaedin's attack and deflected her blow by side-stepping. Rhaedin quickly recovered her balance and glared darkly at the woman. She wore her hair piled high upon her head, and far too much face make-up. Her age was easy to discover by the wrinkles on her face, she had to be in her mid-40s.
Suddenly, the woman darted forward, trying to run Rhaedin through. She shied away from the sword's edge, and attacked again. Swinging her sword flat, in an arcing motion, Rhaedin aimed to land a blow on the woman's back. However the woman slipped away once more, only to be snatched by Rhaedin. The elfess had grown tired of playing games with the ruffian. Grabbing the woman by her shoulder, she ran her silver blade through her midsection before shoving her onto the wooden floorboards.
Sevine had turned her attention to the other bandit, he was a tall and gangly fellow, wielding a short-sword as well. That's when Sevine realized that her plan might not have worked out as well as she hoped.
"I'll skin you alive wench!" He growled, advancing quickly.
"If that's what you believe!" Sevine yelled as loud as she could, chucking one of the bottles of wine left. It hurtled out of her hand like an arrow, the bottle soared across the room disappearing into the fray. Surprisingly, Sevine could hear the bottle breaking over the noise from the chaos. Not that it mattered.
"You've got a terrible aim there missy! Let me help you fix it, I'll start with that hand of yours!" Thrusting his blade at her, he cut through the air violently, only to duck another flying bottle of wine that also disappeared into the fray. "Why don't you just stand still for me, eh?!" Cried the bandit, enraged over Sevine's cleverness. From the way he approached her, Sevine was forced to blindly retreat backwards. She was left weaponless, without any means of defense.
Suddenly, Sevine felt herself falling backwards, landing hard on the floor. She had tripped over a chair that was knocked aside. Lying upon the floor, Sevine looked up into the crazed eyes of the bandit, he readied his sword for the killing blow. She covered her face in horror, this would be the last thing she remembered! Or...wait... Sevine opened her eyes and saw Rhaedin knocking the bandit to the floor with a quick pommel hit to the neck.
Johanna's eyes brightened at his attempt to dampen her spirits, or that's how she understood the situation. She laughed aloud, clapping her hands together in joy, and spun in a circle. "Oh Asher! It is useful! I will only be more inspired when it comes to my craftwork, think of all those wonderful sights we will see! The places we will go, the people we will meet, the food we will eat, the adventure is in itself!" She spoke rapidly in her excitement.
"As for fighting, I do not have any formal training, but my brothers taught me to respect the blade as it is deadly when placed into hands of those who wish you ill. My mother had me learn archery for the sake of keeping my mind alert and attentive, though I have not used a bow in years. Oh yes! Yes, please! I will come with you." Here she smiled at Asher, before realizing that she was acting out-of-hand. Collecting her wits about herself, Johanna clasped her hands in front of her dress and asked, "Where are we going first?"
"As for fighting, I do not have any formal training, but my brothers taught me to respect the blade as it is deadly when placed into hands of those who wish you ill. My mother had me learn archery for the sake of keeping my mind alert and attentive, though I have not used a bow in years. Oh yes! Yes, please! I will come with you." Here she smiled at Asher, before realizing that she was acting out-of-hand. Collecting her wits about herself, Johanna clasped her hands in front of her dress and asked, "Where are we going first?"
Haha yes! That one! I forgot to use the QQCode for IMG.
After satisfying her curiosity for the map, Johanna, slightly disappointed, had returned quietly to bed. There, she lay awake, waiting for Asher to rise. And when he did, she almost died with relief. He offered her a polite greeting but it seemed that right away he noticed that his scroll had been touched during the night. Instead of being angry at her for touching his possessions, he smiled. Immediately, Johanna left the warmth of her bed, although the room was fairly warm due to the spring mornings and approached Asher, hands clasped under her chin, eyes pleading.
"Oh Asher! You must take me with you, please! I haven't anywhere to go, and what a story it would be if I were to come with you. I'm very useful, and I won't be much of a bother, oh won't you let me go with you, please?"
"Oh Asher! You must take me with you, please! I haven't anywhere to go, and what a story it would be if I were to come with you. I'm very useful, and I won't be much of a bother, oh won't you let me go with you, please?"
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