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Tombs and Blades (Swords of the Cutlass Coast) (Lum & Poo)

The sun was now beaming down on them through a cloudless blue sky, giving Markus' dark hair and eyes a golden brown glow, even lighting up his navy tunic. Valarie would be able to see small glints from the chainmail cuirass he wore just behind it. Markus the Swordmage blinked and half turned to regard the newcomer. He recognized her from the other day, only half paying attention to everyone around him when they had all been presented.

"Markus Flintbrook." he told her with a closed mouth, friendly grin. He shook her hand and nodded. Eloryen the Elf leaned in and whispered. "If you're not going to court this one, I will." The words would be hard to hear if he had any sense, but Eloryen seemed to think human hearing was much worse than he had originally thought. Everyone gave him an incredulous look, not least of which Markus. "Shut up." the swordmage deadpanned. A few of the men laughed.

The Elf gave him a look as if he was wounded, and then slipped away with a wink to all of them. "He seems to be a master of first impressions." Markus said sarcastically, still eyeing the Elf as he walked off. "Sorry about him." He turned back to her and gave another smile. It was only polite. He had a feeling this woman might not be the most experienced in the world. Not to say she wasn't good with that blade she carried. She wouldn't have been hired if she didn't have the skill to survive, he told himself. Still, he'd lived through enough circumstances where others didn't. Luck was just as important as skill. In the end, he wasn't about to be rude to someone who might be dead tomorrow.

He'd seen enough high born in his life, and figured she must be one. He was one himself, he should know. A High born out in the wilderness was either disgraced or trying to prove something. Behind them, Tobias' call of 'ready!' was heard. If she looked passed Markus, she'd see at least a dozen mules and 3 wagons of supplies in a loose line. He gestured that they should get going. Tobias up front sat on his wagon. An armsman sat next to him with a loaded crossbow. All along the sides of the Caravan, the armsmen and mercs began to form up.

Tombs and Blades (Swords of the Cutlass Coast) (Lum & Poo)

Markus Flintbrook

Username: POOHEAD189

Character Name: Markus Flintbrook

Race/Species: Human (From the Kingdom of Harek)

Gender: M

Age: 26

Career/Class: Mercenary/Armsman/Amateur Swordmage

Weapons:

• Bastard Sword
• Kite Shield

Physical Description (as detailed as possible please, pictures not accepted.): A lean, fit, but refined man with dark hair and eyes, with a navy blue tunic over chainmail (covering leather) and loose fitting dark brown trousers. He has a fair face, albeit with a scar at the left of his chin and running down his jawline. His hair is wavy, loose and tousled. Not entirely groomed as he was raised, he still looks more or less presentable, and perhaps charming when he feels the need to present himself as such. He has the look of a youth that has been refined like silver through various trials by fire.

Armor:

• Chainmail hauberk
• Leather armor over it.
• Leather bracers/pauldrons

Equipment/Other

• Sword sharpening/cleaning kit
• Water Jug
• Herbal remedy to halt light bleeding
• 3 pounds of beef jerky

Mental Description/Personality: Markus is a strong willed and adventurous young man, having left his moderately home to seek his fortunes to the east. He enjoys learning, his rebellious attitude having dimmed somewhat from his training by his Elvish master. He has a good mind about him when it comes to common sense, though he can be a bit rash if he lets his anger get the better of him. Generally he has a friendly, if wary demeanor. He will sometimes spout wisdom he has learned on his travels. In truth he has more general knowledge than spell knowledge, for he is only a fledgling spell caster. Still, he'll always be interested in learning more of the arcane arts. He has a curiosity about him that he sometimes can't help. Ironically, he'll chastise others for taking risks he might take as well.

Goals: Markus' goals are to seek his own fame and fortune, through his own skill. He wants to live as a free man, outside of the pointless bickering of the lords.

Background/History:
The bastard nephew of a lord, Markus had always been more focused on exploration in the surrounding forests and his various interests rather than his duties as a vassal. He used his standing not to further his family's fortunes, but to further his own. Not out of selfishness, mind. He'd often seen children who were less fortunate to be encouraged by their parents to do well for themselves. All he had ever heard from his family was what he could do for them.

One day his older brother was killed in a raid, which lead Markus and his father to argue and break off their relationship through a fit of anger. Markus escaped the next day, taking a modest sum of money as well as some equipment and traveling east, taking up arms with a few mercenary companies. He found despite his individuality, he was not a bad leader to smaller groups of companions, at least as long as they were after the same prize and had shared goals.

Before long he culminated enough funds to find an Elvish tutor in magic and swordplay. He lived there for 3 years, learning from the Elf in a forested tower before he was hired onto a fine expedition to explore the surrounding mountains. The adventure came into disaster, rock trolls making the group split up. Markus survived the mountains and found himself on the other side of them, next to a great body of water called the Sunlight Sea. He spent a year on the Cutlass coast, taking small, boring jobs on various ships as a guard before he found himself in HighMast.

Tombs and Blades (Swords of the Cutlass Coast) (Lum & Poo)

@LuminosityIf you ever want to use them, I have no problem with it. I'll add my character in a sec and probably post again.

Tombs and Blades (Swords of the Cutlass Coast) (Lum & Poo)

The city of Highmast was fairly new in its construction. It had only been two centuries when the fleeing Lords of the destroyed southern Kingdom had fled northwards across the inland sea and found a large cove of which to create a city. Soon all manner of people flocked to this new place to grab their share of land, and to create opportunity for themselves or their families found in cities across the water.

It was still a modest city, with a quarter of its citizens living outside its stout walls in smaller towns, for they could either not afford to live within the city or they preferred to be away from prying eyes. Many people looking for work were often hired in the outer city as well, jobs for labor always welcome in the growing economy. A few hundred Dwarves had made their living within the city, being expert stonemasons, blacksmiths, and shipwrights, as well as miners further inland. A few Elves were present too, bestowing fine art, craftsmanship and wisdom, as well as various other races. Even its ruling class was a loose confederation of Lords or High Merchants, each playing their own games to further power or influence.

Markus did not know if that was what the Wizard Lord Amberglen had intended for him. There had been more than a few mercenaries looking to sign up for guarding this particular caravan, but the Wizard had chosen about half of them out and eyed Markus warily. He could probably tell I knew a spell or two, he told himself. Just outside the cobblestone streets and the looming city gate, Markus stood next to the Caravan as the wagons and mules were being loaded up. He had gotten there early in the morning, and leaned casually by the gate after having introduced himself as one of the hired swords.

Next to show up was a short, blonde headed Elf wearing a wide brimmed hat and a saber at his hip. He seemed to take amusement in many things, chatting up a few common girls as they waited. Markus had met the Elf and known him for a few months. The young man had thought him a bard, but he seemed ready and armed.

He flourished a dagger before the women, using a sleight of hand to turn it into a flower. The girls thought it was magic, but Markus knew better. He himself pushed off the wall and began to speak to the leading merchant, asking how long the journey would be.

"About a day give or take." he explained, hauling up another piece. Markus helped him out with it, using his young and strong arms to life it up over the side of the wagon. "What are you hauling?" the Swordmage asked.

"Spices and sea stone. There's good rock for mining in those hills up north, but the sea stone here is precious."

"So I have heard!" a voice said behind them. Eloryen the Elf strode forward. "Apparently its worth its weight in gold."

"Aye, something about the waters of the Cutlass coast, and the coral that grows near it. Makes it shiny like, but strong."

Tombs and Blades (Swords of the Cutlass Coast) (Lum & Poo)

Ok. just starting now :)@Luminosity

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@FetzenWell I'll be doing a small time skip tonight (hopefully) for everyone to wake up and get on their journey for the next day, so don't stress on it too hard if your post is relatively short.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@FetzenBarrel belly just means he's thick 'round the waist, me lad.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@BCTheEntityHmmm, after thinking on it for today, I have changed my mind. You've been a fair poster, and one who posts well when you do. We'll have Alice notice the Fineki sign. See it as the God's favor. @The Fated Fallen

Forgotten Realms RP

It should be a week or two before anything starts, but I might make the OOC tomorrow (or tonight if I have time. I play Pathfinder every friday with my online friends so I might not) and let y'all begin character creations.

Era of Strained Détente

I should be free to work on some things tomorrow, friends :)