Perfect! Will decide on wizard or sorceress once I'm home
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I'm thinking of making another pure magic user of sorts to round up things XD
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A single person with improbably clothing for the desert was walking through the sands. Her metal armor was giving of bright shines as she made her trek under the desert sun. The place was bloody hot and any normal person wearing metal armor consisting of plate and chain, would have been long since cooked, but Elleonora wasn’t exactly normal she was a cleric. She survived the desert’s burning sun by casting Endure elements on herself each morning. Currently she walked with a big dark blanket wrapped around her in a cloak like fashion.
She had the worst luck so far. Instead of her journey passing normal, her caravan got caught up in a bloody sandstorm! She was in one of the carriages when it happened, it was covered with the sheet she was currently wearing as a cape. By the time the storm stopped, all it took for her to get away from the sand was to stand up. Seems like the carriage wasn’t really deeply buried by the sand, but she saw no other people around. Managed to find the dead animals pulling the carts, buried and chocked to death by the sand. In that regard she indeed turned out lucky. Like that she found herself not too far from her destination with minimal supplies and alone.
She walked through the sand as she finally saw the town of Saphire in the distance. It wasn’t the first time it happened with all the mirages playing tricks on her mind, but this time there was a difference. Seagulls… there were sea birds flying in the air and she could smell the salt in the air.
As she approached the gates, the guards seemed completely shocked and surprised when she came into their close visual range. She was the exact opposite of what people wore here, not to mention the great warhammer on her back. Took some talking, but when they got she was a cleric and how her caravan got swept in a sandstorm, they let her enter.
Walking through the town, still with her makeshift cloak, she eventually found a tavern that seemed like a very promising place to get something cool to drink and maybe a room for the night. She opened the doors with a strong push, almost causing them to crash against the walls. Entering with her whole body and armor still covered by the dark cloth, she found herself with some wanabe thug, probably searching for A: easy pick which she looked like right now, B: a lady for the night to keep him company, which her face seemed good for also.
Before the man has even the time to say something, she walked forward backhand slapping his face with her steel gauntlets, sending him to the ground, as he pulled on her cloak while he fell, revealing her armor and hammer to all in the inn.” Scam, before I feed you to my hammer.” She said, pointing to the hammer out of blackened steel on her back. The hammer head has a lot of sharp edges, clearly as if it was forged from sword blades.
Having scared the idiot off, she walked towards the bar, giving a passing glance at the message board, noticing a job about adventuring into a dungeon or something in search of a magical artifact. Reading through the notice in haste, she walked right to the table where it said.” Is that notice, still valid?” She asked, noting all the different people who were around already." If so, I want to take part in that undertaking."
She had the worst luck so far. Instead of her journey passing normal, her caravan got caught up in a bloody sandstorm! She was in one of the carriages when it happened, it was covered with the sheet she was currently wearing as a cape. By the time the storm stopped, all it took for her to get away from the sand was to stand up. Seems like the carriage wasn’t really deeply buried by the sand, but she saw no other people around. Managed to find the dead animals pulling the carts, buried and chocked to death by the sand. In that regard she indeed turned out lucky. Like that she found herself not too far from her destination with minimal supplies and alone.
She walked through the sand as she finally saw the town of Saphire in the distance. It wasn’t the first time it happened with all the mirages playing tricks on her mind, but this time there was a difference. Seagulls… there were sea birds flying in the air and she could smell the salt in the air.
As she approached the gates, the guards seemed completely shocked and surprised when she came into their close visual range. She was the exact opposite of what people wore here, not to mention the great warhammer on her back. Took some talking, but when they got she was a cleric and how her caravan got swept in a sandstorm, they let her enter.
Walking through the town, still with her makeshift cloak, she eventually found a tavern that seemed like a very promising place to get something cool to drink and maybe a room for the night. She opened the doors with a strong push, almost causing them to crash against the walls. Entering with her whole body and armor still covered by the dark cloth, she found herself with some wanabe thug, probably searching for A: easy pick which she looked like right now, B: a lady for the night to keep him company, which her face seemed good for also.
Before the man has even the time to say something, she walked forward backhand slapping his face with her steel gauntlets, sending him to the ground, as he pulled on her cloak while he fell, revealing her armor and hammer to all in the inn.” Scam, before I feed you to my hammer.” She said, pointing to the hammer out of blackened steel on her back. The hammer head has a lot of sharp edges, clearly as if it was forged from sword blades.
Having scared the idiot off, she walked towards the bar, giving a passing glance at the message board, noticing a job about adventuring into a dungeon or something in search of a magical artifact. Reading through the notice in haste, she walked right to the table where it said.” Is that notice, still valid?” She asked, noting all the different people who were around already." If so, I want to take part in that undertaking."
Satilla Valen
Location: On the road, by the wagon
Interacting With: Thomas and Ntaj
Interacting With: Thomas and Ntaj
Satilla was still quite surprised and unsure of exactly what to do right now. At one side of things following the rest would be best for they offered protection and with how everyone chased after the wagon, those of them left were sitting ducks for any enemy that might show up… actually the witch decided to not even consider the other option.” Alright, lets go before something actually shows up while we are away from the rest!” The witch finally said, hurrying to gather up the things she pulled away from her bag, before putting it on and helping the sorcerer stand up.
“This walk will probably worsen your nausea until the leaves start to work in a few minutes, so hang on until then and don’t stop chewing!” She said throwing one of his arms across her shoulder for better grip.” I will brew you some herbal tea later if we get the chance.” She said with a smile to Thomas when they started walking. She really hoped the group wasn’t too far ahead.
"Ntaj please keep an eye out for dangers while we walk..." She asked of the half orc with a smile. She suspected he was better at spotting dangers than her. Besides she had to listen for signs of change in Thomas's condition while they walked.
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@EWillden Alright CS is up, though I lowered her age to 20. Cause well low level and in her cs said she ventured out early in her life.
also I think I will make also a second char, but will first give it some thought to make it at least interresting one.
also I think I will make also a second char, but will first give it some thought to make it at least interresting one.
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Appearance: Elleonora is 1, 73 m tall with well honed body. She has shoulder length black hair and blue eyes. Her clothing of choice is well her armor. She wears metal plate breast plate over a chainmail, metal greaves and elbow length gauntlets. Pretty much how it's in the picture but with a chainmail under the chestplate. Under the armor, she has a few scars around her body. Mostly left from before she started wearing said armor.
Her weapon of choice is a big two handed battle hammer. She uses it almost constantly for every battle. If the surroundings doesn't allow it, she uses a small short sword she keeps on the back of her belt.
Name: Elleonora Alnara
Age: 20
Race: Human
Class: Cleric Lv 3
Biography: Elleonora was born on the roads. Her mother was part of a merchant's caravan and her father was a traveler that happened to share camp with the caravan one night. After that night, her mother never met her father again. Thus Elleonorah was raised solely by her mother for a few years at least. It wasn't much of a living as the caravan constantly was in bad finance situation and when she was around 7 years old the caravan broke up and everyone moved away. Her mother got stuck in the middle of some backwater town, with no money, no transport and a little child. After a few days of struggling, her mother left her at the local church under the pretense it was for a few hours, but then she vanished. Since then Elleonora lived at the church, helping around the place as the cleric was trying to convert her and show the child the beauty of the god he worshiped.
All things considering, the religion didn't click right with her. She couldn't put her mind behind a god like that. One day she simply decided to live her life around her own philosophy of the world. She started helping people, fighting those she deemed unworthy. It was a pretty simple way of thinking... beat into submission or kill those who are danger and help those who can be helped. Her holy magic was powered by her own dedication to her way of thinking. One day she left the church and the town, heading into the vast world.
Amelia Payne
Location: Some Road in Arnco Mills then the crash site.
At first Amelia was confused at the other woman as she was talking in some other language. By the sound of it probably Russian. The blond had heard people talk it before and it seemed pretty darn similar if not the same, but she had no real way telling it was so. Which brought a brief thought in mind.’ What’s a French speaking man and a Russian speaking woman doing together in a car…?’ She had no idea how they even communicated if they only knew those languages, but those thoughts were quickly replaced by complying by the gestured orders from Svetlana.” The belt to stop the blood flow…right…got it…!” She said in confusion. Hoping the other woman truly said so.
In the meantime the man seemed to have gotten really confused and delusioned. Probably from the shock of the wounds and the blood loss he was starting to get. That wound on his arm was pretty deep. ‘What’s with the angel of death talk?’ She thought in confusion. Was he thinking she was an angel to take him away or something? Well in his confused state he probably wouldn’t understand if she tried to explain so she just smiled.
When Svetlana started to remove the glass shard from Édouard's hand while pushing at his mouth to keep him silent, he seemed to go on a panicked rampage, trying to free himself. A thing to which Amelia had quite the trouble to help keep him steady so the stab at his arm doesn’t get worse while it was removed. “ Oui mon cher… ange de la mort. “She said to him, softly, trying to calm him down.” Ici pour dire que votre temps est encore à venir ! “ She said to him, trying to get him to understand they weren’t going to do anything to him.
At least they managed to get through the wound clearing and bandaging. Luckily it passed and he seemed to calm down somewhat by the time the black haired woman pulled the lever and freed him from the dent car door. After that pulling him out of the car was bloody annoying, but it happened and by the end, Amelia found herself leaning back and sitting for a moment on the ground. She was breathing deeply, trying to regain all the energy she lost fighting a delusioned man and keep him from moving.
Amelia then jolted as the man suddenly walked over and kissed her on the cheek. She blushed brightly red, confused at the fact it just happened. “What..why…wha… vous êtes les bienvenus...” She mumbled at the end by autopilot. He just kissed her on the cheek like it was nothing!
“Juste un moment !“ She said and pulled the first aid kit from her pack, moving it over to Svetlana and showing her the bandages for her to take. She pointed at the black haired’s forehead where she was wounded. Amelia knew the woman used her own medical supplies to help him, so she decided to share her own with Svetlana.
Hellll yessssss~~~~
@Ambra Can't you post a Garett post without a event scene one? Like just a garett?
@Eklispe Im pretty sure that's not about thinking xD , but hey I'm not complaining as I said I like the guy already~
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