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KuroFrancis would grin at Silus and nod. “Needed? Ohnono, But yet men do not need expensive wine, not embroidered clothing? Yet this businesses are older than any kingdom. I am a luxury my friend. A commodity ment to make your journey more pleasant. And yet you neednt even pay me,i come for reasons that are my own.” He would say with a sly grin that said he had given such a speech before. He fixed his eyes to the machine his grin widening at its words. “ tu vois, this one understands…and it doesn’t even eat. Rest assured my metal brother, your medics will find nothing, i am in better shape than i ever have been.” As if it were an invitation francis would move in closer to the mechanical being. “en plus, i have it on good authority that there are some rare delicacies crawling around these parts.”
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Character: Fancis Fouquenot
Status: Bemused and excited
The rattle and clatter of pots and pans announced his late arrival to the gathering spot, yet he carried himself with an ambivalence that seemed as though he assumed time would wait for him. The confidence in his stride did not seem to match his role in this band. Yet his constant checking of his gear and cataloging of his supplies had slowed him down, and he did not see fit to tell the others to wait on his behalf, thus he trudged along slow and steady arriving just in time to see his allies beginning to enter the temple.
He overhead their others speaking of thier situation and could not help but smile, Advesity was one the many spices of life, and if allowed it would make a fine man from a foul one. “Oui, We shall adapt and overcome.” He would chime in taking a torch in his one hand. And beginning to remive and fold his sunglasses with the other. The eyes beneath them were strange, seemingly too small, black and beady. They seemed almost Vacant, as if he were not truly there in the moment but rather staring off into space. Still he smiled at the others as he brought up the rear. “You just let me know when you get hungry, Convenu?“ he would say with an odd grin.
Status: Bemused and excited
The rattle and clatter of pots and pans announced his late arrival to the gathering spot, yet he carried himself with an ambivalence that seemed as though he assumed time would wait for him. The confidence in his stride did not seem to match his role in this band. Yet his constant checking of his gear and cataloging of his supplies had slowed him down, and he did not see fit to tell the others to wait on his behalf, thus he trudged along slow and steady arriving just in time to see his allies beginning to enter the temple.
He overhead their others speaking of thier situation and could not help but smile, Advesity was one the many spices of life, and if allowed it would make a fine man from a foul one. “Oui, We shall adapt and overcome.” He would chime in taking a torch in his one hand. And beginning to remive and fold his sunglasses with the other. The eyes beneath them were strange, seemingly too small, black and beady. They seemed almost Vacant, as if he were not truly there in the moment but rather staring off into space. Still he smiled at the others as he brought up the rear. “You just let me know when you get hungry, Convenu?“ he would say with an odd grin.
Character Name: Francis Fouquenot
Titles: Prime human, Isekai’d
Points At Start: 105
Points Spent: 105
Points Earned:
Strength: G (+7)
Precision: E (7)
Intelligence: D (14)
Vitality: D (14)
Speed: G (+7)
Skills:
Feature: Enhanced digestion F (7),
Feature: Taste Discrimination F (7) Appraisal F (0 Isekai)
Heightened Sense: Smell F (7)
Resilient F [Poison](7),
Devour F (7),
Gear F [Chefs tools] (7),
Artisan F [Chef] (7),
Business F (7),
Nature F (7)
Survival F (7)
Elasticity F [Belly] (14)
Abilities:
Butchers Blade F (Nature F, Survival F, Artisan [Chef] F, Appraisal F, Heightened Sense: Smell F, Gear: Chefs Tools F) Francis once he finds a carcass is able to expertly separate meat from bone & sinews from skin. Cutting around toxic parts, and doing so without damaging the valuable meats and components the body may have.
Equipment:
Assets: Chefs Gear- Cutting board, Pan, Wooden Spoons ladels & utensils, A portable wood stove, knives & Cleavers an apron, and a rack of seasonings.
Titles: Prime human, Isekai’d
Points At Start: 105
Points Spent: 105
Points Earned:
Strength: G (+7)
Precision: E (7)
Intelligence: D (14)
Vitality: D (14)
Speed: G (+7)
Skills:
Feature: Enhanced digestion F (7),
Feature: Taste Discrimination F (7) Appraisal F (0 Isekai)
Heightened Sense: Smell F (7)
Resilient F [Poison](7),
Devour F (7),
Gear F [Chefs tools] (7),
Artisan F [Chef] (7),
Business F (7),
Nature F (7)
Survival F (7)
Elasticity F [Belly] (14)
Abilities:
Butchers Blade F (Nature F, Survival F, Artisan [Chef] F, Appraisal F, Heightened Sense: Smell F, Gear: Chefs Tools F) Francis once he finds a carcass is able to expertly separate meat from bone & sinews from skin. Cutting around toxic parts, and doing so without damaging the valuable meats and components the body may have.
Equipment:
Assets: Chefs Gear- Cutting board, Pan, Wooden Spoons ladels & utensils, A portable wood stove, knives & Cleavers an apron, and a rack of seasonings.
Character: Bromann Dudemiester
Status: Genuinely Surprised
His Eyebrows would raise a noticeable tick as he searched Rachel’s face for some kind of mockery or deceit, yet his search yielded nothing. Though reading people wasn’t exactly his best trait. “Try not to think to ill of me, my desire for coin isnt build off of greed, i portion out what i need for provisions and send the rest back home.” He would say letting his hand return to his side. Then walking over towards the door, with a slightly lingering walk to ensure he didnt seem too eager to leave. “My towns fallen on some hard times, business is drying up and soon the last stragglers will be forced to leave. So im hoping to have a road built connecting the town to the main road. That what the gold means to me.” He would say with a slight smile, as if the idea of his town rebuilding was his lifeline of hope.
He seemed to be thinking for a while as he waited by the door, eventually casting it open as Rachel neared it. “You said you didnt come here of your own volition? Whats that all about? Ive noticed a certain…stress about you, Is there anything i can do?” He felt kinda guilty for prying, but another part of him didnt like the idea of people being forced into action. In his eyes virtue and goodness was a choice, if that were removed then it soured the glory not to mention the other issues with stripping a person of their free will.
Status: Genuinely Surprised
His Eyebrows would raise a noticeable tick as he searched Rachel’s face for some kind of mockery or deceit, yet his search yielded nothing. Though reading people wasn’t exactly his best trait. “Try not to think to ill of me, my desire for coin isnt build off of greed, i portion out what i need for provisions and send the rest back home.” He would say letting his hand return to his side. Then walking over towards the door, with a slightly lingering walk to ensure he didnt seem too eager to leave. “My towns fallen on some hard times, business is drying up and soon the last stragglers will be forced to leave. So im hoping to have a road built connecting the town to the main road. That what the gold means to me.” He would say with a slight smile, as if the idea of his town rebuilding was his lifeline of hope.
He seemed to be thinking for a while as he waited by the door, eventually casting it open as Rachel neared it. “You said you didnt come here of your own volition? Whats that all about? Ive noticed a certain…stress about you, Is there anything i can do?” He felt kinda guilty for prying, but another part of him didnt like the idea of people being forced into action. In his eyes virtue and goodness was a choice, if that were removed then it soured the glory not to mention the other issues with stripping a person of their free will.
Character: Bromann Dudemiester
Status: Cursing the suns existence
After his little patrol of the walls the night before bromann, one made bearable by the hotrock andrea had given him, bromann would return to the barracks late. The demeanor of the troops and a bit of gossip had given him more insight as to their situation, and frankly he had begun to regret the decision to come here. A dread that was creeping into his resolve and revealing cracks he hadnt even known were there. After a few minutes however his physical exhaustion overpowered his dread and he managed to drift into a mercifully deep sleep. Wether he dreamed or not he had no recollection of.
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By the time the sun crept in through the window and fell upon him, The entire rest of the barracks had seemingly risen and he would rise to a sitting position groggily glaring at the window as if the sunlight owed him money and was giving some excuse as to why it couldn’t pay. Shifting unsteadily to his feet he would fumble around for the coat he had lain beside the brazier to warm it. Yet because he wasnt paying attention he would lay his hand on the hot metal and with a sizzle would junp with a start letting out a stream of curses as he snatched his hand back and cradled it in his chest. Now being fully awake he would snatch up his cloak and wrap it around his shoulders.
Returning to a sitting position on the bed, now a good deal less groggy he would snatch his bow up and reaching into the boot beside his bed draw a rag and a lump of beeswax. Roughly digging into the lump with the rag he would wax his bowstring and check each arrow methodically, taking care not to look up from his work as he was mildly embarrassed at having been so clumsy already. However eventually he had gotten his boots on, straightened his armor and had no more pre checks to run through. Thus he lifted his eyes finally ready to address the remaining allies, only to find only rachel and The noble Thorne remained, apparently Axol & Andrea had already left the fortress and went about their business. Approaching the nearest one he found himself at Rachel’s cot he would nudge her calf with the end of his bow. “Hey, i think we aughta go find that captain, perhaps the others have already figured out what we are supposed to do. Cant be thought of as the slackers, pretty sure Axol would use that as ammunition to try and get a better percentage of our share of the pay.” He would say only half joking, slapping his trademark grin on his face he would hold out a hand to help her to her feet if she would take it. “Everyone has a part to play.” He would say, as if he had some insight to her internal struggle, while in reality he was oblivious.
Status: Cursing the suns existence
After his little patrol of the walls the night before bromann, one made bearable by the hotrock andrea had given him, bromann would return to the barracks late. The demeanor of the troops and a bit of gossip had given him more insight as to their situation, and frankly he had begun to regret the decision to come here. A dread that was creeping into his resolve and revealing cracks he hadnt even known were there. After a few minutes however his physical exhaustion overpowered his dread and he managed to drift into a mercifully deep sleep. Wether he dreamed or not he had no recollection of.
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By the time the sun crept in through the window and fell upon him, The entire rest of the barracks had seemingly risen and he would rise to a sitting position groggily glaring at the window as if the sunlight owed him money and was giving some excuse as to why it couldn’t pay. Shifting unsteadily to his feet he would fumble around for the coat he had lain beside the brazier to warm it. Yet because he wasnt paying attention he would lay his hand on the hot metal and with a sizzle would junp with a start letting out a stream of curses as he snatched his hand back and cradled it in his chest. Now being fully awake he would snatch up his cloak and wrap it around his shoulders.
Returning to a sitting position on the bed, now a good deal less groggy he would snatch his bow up and reaching into the boot beside his bed draw a rag and a lump of beeswax. Roughly digging into the lump with the rag he would wax his bowstring and check each arrow methodically, taking care not to look up from his work as he was mildly embarrassed at having been so clumsy already. However eventually he had gotten his boots on, straightened his armor and had no more pre checks to run through. Thus he lifted his eyes finally ready to address the remaining allies, only to find only rachel and The noble Thorne remained, apparently Axol & Andrea had already left the fortress and went about their business. Approaching the nearest one he found himself at Rachel’s cot he would nudge her calf with the end of his bow. “Hey, i think we aughta go find that captain, perhaps the others have already figured out what we are supposed to do. Cant be thought of as the slackers, pretty sure Axol would use that as ammunition to try and get a better percentage of our share of the pay.” He would say only half joking, slapping his trademark grin on his face he would hold out a hand to help her to her feet if she would take it. “Everyone has a part to play.” He would say, as if he had some insight to her internal struggle, while in reality he was oblivious.
Character: Bromann Dudemiester
Status: Contemplating how to get away with murder.
Bromann could hardly believe his ears, Love? He hadn’t really put any thought into the concept. Throughout his life he had never had the time, by the time he was old enough to even factor that in he was busy maintaining the farm and trying to keep his father out of an early grave. When he inevitably failed that task, he took upon his shoulders the fate of his town. Then he found himself here in the cold. The look he gave Axol would have been a tad intimidating, if not for the color creeping into his face. “a desire to form alliances…is not a proclamation of romance.” He would say flatly, his Tell tale nervous grin seeming to indicate his acknowledgement that he was out of his depth trying to speak reason to what he was quickly discovering was an unreasonable situation. Here they were a small band of people who knew near nothing of one another, and he was trying to coax them into a united front. “Though perhaps it is a fools errand.” He would say in a lower tone stuffing his mouth with more bread in an effort to avoid speaking further.
Fortunately Andrea had her own words and she seemed to take the accusation in stride, not putting much weight in it. He could not help but notice she did appear a bit conflicted, but he could tell it had little to do with the words being said, and likely was a conflict of her own nature. ‘Perhaps he is right about not being able to trust her…’ he would think to himself noting the slight shifts in her eye color and the expressions on her face shifting, though that could easily be due to Axol’s words, something in his gut said more was going on and he wasnt sure that he actually desired to know what it was. His gaze shifted to rachel still seated near the flame and seemingly in prayer. It was not much of a surprise given her earlier comments about sin, so he shifted back to the conversation at hand…missing the flames response to her words.
The red in his face seemed to grow more prominent when he heard Thorne speak. “Please Thorne, im not a Sir. Just a simple farmer who hunts, trying to make himself into something more.” He would say having freed some space in his mouth and quickly filling it once more. He would then rise to his feet, not too quickly, but with clear purpose. “You all may discuss this further if you wish, i will take the twenty percent that is fair to me. Now if you’ll excuse me, i intend to get better acquainted with the fortifications of this fortress.” He would state with an uncharacteristic bitterness in his tone before wandering off towards his cot to fetch his bow, sling his quiver over his shoulder, and reaffix his cloak. Finally stepping back into his boots he would stride towards the door. “Just bear in mind, none of us get paid if we die here, or if the fort falls, or if the Lord dies. Before we discuss payment it may behoove us to find out what we face, and what we have to bring to bear.”
Thus Bromann stepped out of the barracks and back into the bitter chill. Hoping to find the Range, and walk the walls.
Status: Contemplating how to get away with murder.
Bromann could hardly believe his ears, Love? He hadn’t really put any thought into the concept. Throughout his life he had never had the time, by the time he was old enough to even factor that in he was busy maintaining the farm and trying to keep his father out of an early grave. When he inevitably failed that task, he took upon his shoulders the fate of his town. Then he found himself here in the cold. The look he gave Axol would have been a tad intimidating, if not for the color creeping into his face. “a desire to form alliances…is not a proclamation of romance.” He would say flatly, his Tell tale nervous grin seeming to indicate his acknowledgement that he was out of his depth trying to speak reason to what he was quickly discovering was an unreasonable situation. Here they were a small band of people who knew near nothing of one another, and he was trying to coax them into a united front. “Though perhaps it is a fools errand.” He would say in a lower tone stuffing his mouth with more bread in an effort to avoid speaking further.
Fortunately Andrea had her own words and she seemed to take the accusation in stride, not putting much weight in it. He could not help but notice she did appear a bit conflicted, but he could tell it had little to do with the words being said, and likely was a conflict of her own nature. ‘Perhaps he is right about not being able to trust her…’ he would think to himself noting the slight shifts in her eye color and the expressions on her face shifting, though that could easily be due to Axol’s words, something in his gut said more was going on and he wasnt sure that he actually desired to know what it was. His gaze shifted to rachel still seated near the flame and seemingly in prayer. It was not much of a surprise given her earlier comments about sin, so he shifted back to the conversation at hand…missing the flames response to her words.
The red in his face seemed to grow more prominent when he heard Thorne speak. “Please Thorne, im not a Sir. Just a simple farmer who hunts, trying to make himself into something more.” He would say having freed some space in his mouth and quickly filling it once more. He would then rise to his feet, not too quickly, but with clear purpose. “You all may discuss this further if you wish, i will take the twenty percent that is fair to me. Now if you’ll excuse me, i intend to get better acquainted with the fortifications of this fortress.” He would state with an uncharacteristic bitterness in his tone before wandering off towards his cot to fetch his bow, sling his quiver over his shoulder, and reaffix his cloak. Finally stepping back into his boots he would stride towards the door. “Just bear in mind, none of us get paid if we die here, or if the fort falls, or if the Lord dies. Before we discuss payment it may behoove us to find out what we face, and what we have to bring to bear.”
Thus Bromann stepped out of the barracks and back into the bitter chill. Hoping to find the Range, and walk the walls.
Character: Bromann Dudemiester
Status: Shmeckledorfed
His eyebrow would arch In bemusement when he heard the Axol suggest a two way split on the profits of their labor. Bromann could hardly believe he would even suggest such a thing aloud in a room full of companions, but considering the man who spoke the words and what little bromann had gleaned from him the incredulity quickly faded. “Im not sure its going to work that way my friend.” He would say, but clearly he said it a bit too low, because by the time the words came out Axol was halfway across the room. Bromann was quick to rise after him tossing the blanket back on the cot and padding behind the Axol barefoot. Yet once they got there and Axol made his demands for the bread bromann would pinch the bridge of his nose. Clearly this grouping would be a tad more difficult than he anticipated. Where he was from people had much the same boldness, but tempered with manners and hospitality. Before he could speak up to try and run damage control, Rachel would answer Axol in the Affirmative and Andrea would rise with fire in her eyes and an edge to her voice.
With a heavy sigh he would place a hand on Axols Shoulder, a fix a pleading glance on Andrea. “My buddy here is just hungry, hunger can bring a man closer to a beast. Please forgive us both.” He would say hoping against hope that Axol could read between the lines of his comments. Getting adventurers to agree to forking over their share was a tall order already, no way in hell would they agree to it if contention was the starting point of negotiation. Normally Bromann wouldn’t give too much thought to coin, but the more he thought about it the more he realized he may well need it to save his town. “Thank you for the bread Lady Rachel…that was your name correct?” He would say trying to be polite but likely coming off as disingenuous, urban mannerisms and polite talk was as foreign to him another language.
Before they could move on to negotiations Axol brought up the gold and then Stabbing, and Bromanns head hung immediately as if he was struck in the back of it. “No one is going to be stabbing each other, no one who sleeps in these barracks at least.” He would say with a firmness in his tone. He was trying to keep the jovial tone so as to keep the peace in the room, but the twitch of his brow said that a nerve had been struck. “Can we just have a seat, eat, and discuss things like people who will soon have each others lives in each others hands? Because if the captains words and demeanor are anything to go off of we have our work cut out for us, and im not trying to get left alone on the wall because the mercenary band that was clearly called for a fight cannot seem to get on the same side of the battle lines.” His voice would raise and the usual lackadaisical tone was completely gone by the time he finished. He took a deep breath and snatched a bun from the basket taking a bite and closing his eyes, wether to soothe himself, or out of appreciation was hard to tell.
After taking the bun he would sit at the table beside thorne and gesture to the open chairs. “Comf onn, lefs Ffigir phis out.” He would say his last sentence muffled by a mouthful of bread.
Status: Shmeckledorfed
His eyebrow would arch In bemusement when he heard the Axol suggest a two way split on the profits of their labor. Bromann could hardly believe he would even suggest such a thing aloud in a room full of companions, but considering the man who spoke the words and what little bromann had gleaned from him the incredulity quickly faded. “Im not sure its going to work that way my friend.” He would say, but clearly he said it a bit too low, because by the time the words came out Axol was halfway across the room. Bromann was quick to rise after him tossing the blanket back on the cot and padding behind the Axol barefoot. Yet once they got there and Axol made his demands for the bread bromann would pinch the bridge of his nose. Clearly this grouping would be a tad more difficult than he anticipated. Where he was from people had much the same boldness, but tempered with manners and hospitality. Before he could speak up to try and run damage control, Rachel would answer Axol in the Affirmative and Andrea would rise with fire in her eyes and an edge to her voice.
With a heavy sigh he would place a hand on Axols Shoulder, a fix a pleading glance on Andrea. “My buddy here is just hungry, hunger can bring a man closer to a beast. Please forgive us both.” He would say hoping against hope that Axol could read between the lines of his comments. Getting adventurers to agree to forking over their share was a tall order already, no way in hell would they agree to it if contention was the starting point of negotiation. Normally Bromann wouldn’t give too much thought to coin, but the more he thought about it the more he realized he may well need it to save his town. “Thank you for the bread Lady Rachel…that was your name correct?” He would say trying to be polite but likely coming off as disingenuous, urban mannerisms and polite talk was as foreign to him another language.
Before they could move on to negotiations Axol brought up the gold and then Stabbing, and Bromanns head hung immediately as if he was struck in the back of it. “No one is going to be stabbing each other, no one who sleeps in these barracks at least.” He would say with a firmness in his tone. He was trying to keep the jovial tone so as to keep the peace in the room, but the twitch of his brow said that a nerve had been struck. “Can we just have a seat, eat, and discuss things like people who will soon have each others lives in each others hands? Because if the captains words and demeanor are anything to go off of we have our work cut out for us, and im not trying to get left alone on the wall because the mercenary band that was clearly called for a fight cannot seem to get on the same side of the battle lines.” His voice would raise and the usual lackadaisical tone was completely gone by the time he finished. He took a deep breath and snatched a bun from the basket taking a bite and closing his eyes, wether to soothe himself, or out of appreciation was hard to tell.
After taking the bun he would sit at the table beside thorne and gesture to the open chairs. “Comf onn, lefs Ffigir phis out.” He would say his last sentence muffled by a mouthful of bread.
Character: Bromann Dudemiester
Status Being a Bro man…
As the entourage made their way towards the warmth bromann chuckled aloud at Andrea’s comment. “Dont worry lady Andrea, im not a man known for his ideas.” He would quip then fall in line behind the captain as they were led to the barracks. Immediately the warmth of an enclosed space with smoldering coals in a few braziers washed over him like a wave. “Mmmmm now this…this is lovely.” He would mutter taking long strides to the bed in the far corner of the communal room, away from the door and near one of the braziers. He would shed his cloak and boots quickly enough that one could miss it if they looked away for even a moment. Shedding the bow and quiver a bit more carefully, leaning them in the corner of the room ear his cots head. Afterwards he would plop into his cot like a sack of potatoes letting out an exaggerated sigh of contention.
He sat watching the new cohorts as they dispersed to their respective places. The ladies gathering near the fire. Andrea seemed intent on pulling the other girl out of her shell which earned a slight nod of approval from bromann though neither would see it from his position behind them. His attention snapped to his left where Axol had shed his sword with a thunk that sounded more like a dresser falling causing Bromann to arch an eyebrow. Then the guy spoke and a mischievous smile began to spread across Bromann’s face. “No not yet, i think they plan on bringing us something in a bit.” He would say sitting up in his cot to look the man in his eyes. “So, who are ya? What brings you here?“
He would rest his forearms on his knees and lean in as a sign of obvious interest. “Personally im lookin for some gold, and to add to my name,you strike me as someone more interested in the former than the latter.” He would say. Part of him was concerned that he might anger the man, but another part of him, as foolish as he was curious definitely won out, he liked to think it was fearlessness or at least bravery. Yet he knew deep down it wasnt something he could attribute to himself alone, his mother was the same way, and despite her fate, he had no intentions of ever changing that aspect of himself.Hearing Andrea mention keeping his lips closed he would grin but make no comment.
Status Being a Bro man…
As the entourage made their way towards the warmth bromann chuckled aloud at Andrea’s comment. “Dont worry lady Andrea, im not a man known for his ideas.” He would quip then fall in line behind the captain as they were led to the barracks. Immediately the warmth of an enclosed space with smoldering coals in a few braziers washed over him like a wave. “Mmmmm now this…this is lovely.” He would mutter taking long strides to the bed in the far corner of the communal room, away from the door and near one of the braziers. He would shed his cloak and boots quickly enough that one could miss it if they looked away for even a moment. Shedding the bow and quiver a bit more carefully, leaning them in the corner of the room ear his cots head. Afterwards he would plop into his cot like a sack of potatoes letting out an exaggerated sigh of contention.
He sat watching the new cohorts as they dispersed to their respective places. The ladies gathering near the fire. Andrea seemed intent on pulling the other girl out of her shell which earned a slight nod of approval from bromann though neither would see it from his position behind them. His attention snapped to his left where Axol had shed his sword with a thunk that sounded more like a dresser falling causing Bromann to arch an eyebrow. Then the guy spoke and a mischievous smile began to spread across Bromann’s face. “No not yet, i think they plan on bringing us something in a bit.” He would say sitting up in his cot to look the man in his eyes. “So, who are ya? What brings you here?“
He would rest his forearms on his knees and lean in as a sign of obvious interest. “Personally im lookin for some gold, and to add to my name,you strike me as someone more interested in the former than the latter.” He would say. Part of him was concerned that he might anger the man, but another part of him, as foolish as he was curious definitely won out, he liked to think it was fearlessness or at least bravery. Yet he knew deep down it wasnt something he could attribute to himself alone, his mother was the same way, and despite her fate, he had no intentions of ever changing that aspect of himself.Hearing Andrea mention keeping his lips closed he would grin but make no comment.
Character: Bromann Dudemiester
Status: Silently Judging everyone
Bromann’s Grin deepened into a full blown smile at the mention of the barracks. It seemed he did have some manners to him because after hearing Rodricks words he would actually bow slightly to the lord. “You milord, have got yourself a deal.” He we would say with enthusiasm. He would pivot on his heel to face the other adventures his movements seeming to balk in the face of his previous complaints, cold as he was he seemed much less stiff than moments ago.
“I call first pick on the beds.” He would proclaim. His Gaze sweeping across the fellow adventurers. He was already forming profiles for each one in his head. The big guy with the sword, had slept most of the way and sounded like a gruff and confident type. Something told him that they wouldnt have too much in common, ‘should probably keep my foot out of my mouth with that one, i like my head where it is.’ His gaze continued to the other man in the little party, He was dressed rather light and seemed to be handling the cold better than the rest of them,yet had no visible weaponry. ‘probably some kind of mage…any form of combat would likely center around his abilities, might want to befriend him. Maybe he could show me a trick or two.’
Finally his gaze would circle back to the two women of their group who seemed to congregate together. ‘Well Andrea seems to be in good spirits…even tried to cover my ass for me, maybe i should try to make that job a little easier…’ he had a hard time prying his eyes away from hers, something about that crimson hue made him equal parts intimidated and intrigued. Finally his sweeping assessment would come to rachel. ‘Ah. This one seems the least ready for a fight…but I’ve been wrong before. Hell i usually am, gonna have to keep an eye out for this one’
His assessment was quick, not quite a long awkward gaze but it was fairly obvious to any with half a brain what he was doing. He was sizing them up. Once the captain had made his way down from the balcony with his lord…well he supposed the man was all of their lord now. He would pivot back to face the oncoming captain calling over his shoulder. “Well come on Then, I reckon we aught to get warmed up and properly acquainted with our new home dont you?”
Status: Silently Judging everyone
Bromann’s Grin deepened into a full blown smile at the mention of the barracks. It seemed he did have some manners to him because after hearing Rodricks words he would actually bow slightly to the lord. “You milord, have got yourself a deal.” He we would say with enthusiasm. He would pivot on his heel to face the other adventures his movements seeming to balk in the face of his previous complaints, cold as he was he seemed much less stiff than moments ago.
“I call first pick on the beds.” He would proclaim. His Gaze sweeping across the fellow adventurers. He was already forming profiles for each one in his head. The big guy with the sword, had slept most of the way and sounded like a gruff and confident type. Something told him that they wouldnt have too much in common, ‘should probably keep my foot out of my mouth with that one, i like my head where it is.’ His gaze continued to the other man in the little party, He was dressed rather light and seemed to be handling the cold better than the rest of them,yet had no visible weaponry. ‘probably some kind of mage…any form of combat would likely center around his abilities, might want to befriend him. Maybe he could show me a trick or two.’
Finally his gaze would circle back to the two women of their group who seemed to congregate together. ‘Well Andrea seems to be in good spirits…even tried to cover my ass for me, maybe i should try to make that job a little easier…’ he had a hard time prying his eyes away from hers, something about that crimson hue made him equal parts intimidated and intrigued. Finally his sweeping assessment would come to rachel. ‘Ah. This one seems the least ready for a fight…but I’ve been wrong before. Hell i usually am, gonna have to keep an eye out for this one’
His assessment was quick, not quite a long awkward gaze but it was fairly obvious to any with half a brain what he was doing. He was sizing them up. Once the captain had made his way down from the balcony with his lord…well he supposed the man was all of their lord now. He would pivot back to face the oncoming captain calling over his shoulder. “Well come on Then, I reckon we aught to get warmed up and properly acquainted with our new home dont you?”
Character: Bromann Dudemiester
Status: Starting to feel feet again…wishing he wasnt.
Bromann would keep his hands raised in a placating manner as he slowly stepped back with the rest of the groups. His ears would seem to perk up and his head would tilt slightly as he heard one of the other travelers speak to him. The group hadnt really spoken much as they crossed the snowy road to the fortress. He just assumed everyone else was dealing with the discomfort of the situation in their own way. “Not quite sure yet Ma’am, ill let ya know when i have a little more peril under my belt.” He would say with a slight chuckle. He would scan the gathered travelers and note that each of them seemed just as chilled as he was. His eyes fell upon the other girl there and spotting her little grin he would give a nod of acknowledgment.
His eyes would continue their wandering noting the guards weary expressions, those poor souls seemed hopeless, as if they knew that this bitter cold was not the worst thing to come. Despite the sense of foreboding, he almost couldnt hell himself saying “Geez, you fella’s look like i feel.” He chuckled. Continuing his wandering eyes he would finally come to rest on one of the only people who didn’t quite look as tired…at least not physically. It did not take him very long to identify him as the man in charge.
“Hey! You gonna leave us here to turn into icicles? Or do ya have somethin ya wanna say…my feet are killin me and im sure the rest of us feel the same.” He would say hoping his bold words would not land his ass in a cell, or worse, sent to the beyond where he was positive his Ma would chew him out for not having manners and getting himself killed.
Status: Starting to feel feet again…wishing he wasnt.
Bromann would keep his hands raised in a placating manner as he slowly stepped back with the rest of the groups. His ears would seem to perk up and his head would tilt slightly as he heard one of the other travelers speak to him. The group hadnt really spoken much as they crossed the snowy road to the fortress. He just assumed everyone else was dealing with the discomfort of the situation in their own way. “Not quite sure yet Ma’am, ill let ya know when i have a little more peril under my belt.” He would say with a slight chuckle. He would scan the gathered travelers and note that each of them seemed just as chilled as he was. His eyes fell upon the other girl there and spotting her little grin he would give a nod of acknowledgment.
His eyes would continue their wandering noting the guards weary expressions, those poor souls seemed hopeless, as if they knew that this bitter cold was not the worst thing to come. Despite the sense of foreboding, he almost couldnt hell himself saying “Geez, you fella’s look like i feel.” He chuckled. Continuing his wandering eyes he would finally come to rest on one of the only people who didn’t quite look as tired…at least not physically. It did not take him very long to identify him as the man in charge.
“Hey! You gonna leave us here to turn into icicles? Or do ya have somethin ya wanna say…my feet are killin me and im sure the rest of us feel the same.” He would say hoping his bold words would not land his ass in a cell, or worse, sent to the beyond where he was positive his Ma would chew him out for not having manners and getting himself killed.
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