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[Caellath]

Arcane Steel - Turn 3 - French acting and less trouble

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The cattle was already found in the safety of barns, all of the plowing tools had been stored and the people hid from the incoming rain as the wind blowing from the east confirmed their predictions. Creaking could be heard as the most fragile buildings' wood structures friction created a loud noise. The settlement's few and narrow streets got less busy by the time and while the peasants minded their simple business, our heroes still engaged in a dangerous battle of wits, conflicting languages and the aftereffects of opiates.

Davie tried to fix the heavy damage inflicted by the impolite mademoiselle by means of admonishing her, [1+1=2] But the villagers were not too impressed by Davie's attempts at diplomacy. Miss Adrienne was in grave danger of starting yet another war between Prussia and France, either she killed or got herself killed by those peasants. Which would not be much of a suprise to anyone living then, seeing as those wars had almost turned into a routine. On the bright side, they seemed to be considering the proposition of leaving her at least half alive.

Adrienne, on the other side, pretended to act contrite upon receiving Davie's warnings, as if she was feeling deeply sorry. [5] She proved herself to be an excellent actress, moving her body with calculated precision and swaying her newfound audience, ultimately causing the furious peasants to quickly calm down, each one believing every single piece of the masterfully executed act. They lowered their weapons and a serene atmosphere fell upon the scene. [4-1] Even lowering her head and whispering to her horse did not get much attention from the crowd.

The dragoon tried to employ gesturing to drive his point home... [4] ...Actually managing to get it right this time. One of the many men in the formerly angry mob stepped forward and used gestures to indicate that the bandits should not be far from there, probably some hours if riding fast horses; the former mercenaries would also hold their march because of the rain, and if the squad left now they had good chances of finding the marauders setting up their camp.

The african shaman, not understanding exactly what was going on, dismounted and tried to drag the wasted peasant [3+1], managing to pull the stunned man as silently as a cat. [6] The young man seemed pretty talkative and used both his voice and gestures to tell him the raiders were composed mostly of light footmen with simple weaponry, but they were subdivided in various groups, finding strength both in numbers and in their most experienced personnel (although the most complex parts of the man's speech were only comprehensible to Davie). The man then proceeded to faint, not before throwing up at Ktimbi's feet.

April attempted to stop Ktimbi, [4] but it was a little bit too late, as he had already pulled the prussian and extracted as much information as he could before the peasant decided to vomit and sleep afterwards.

The party is taken by surprise as one of the bodyguards from Wilhelmina's family suddenly appears near the crowd, riding to her without causing too much fuss and exchanging some words with the young wizard. Shortly thereafter, both leave in a hurry at full speed towards the direction where the group came from. It seemed important.


Adrienne and Davie take some time to flirt. Rawr. A possible S&M romance with the prussian noble and the frank knight slapping each other is not entirely discarded either.



>The angry peasants are no longer angry. Also, for the sake of explaining, I did not include acting into "social" as Adrienne was not being herself nor she was talking. Also, when conflicting party actions occur and both end up with the same number, the one that was supposed to happen first succeeds. And...I also temporarily withdrew NUKE9.13, as he has not answered any of my PMs and his last post is also some days old, although his profile shows recent activity (by that I mean getting online). Which means that I would really like to see a WIZARD in that waitlist.


The Players

Dwarmin: Knight

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Adrienne Alanamont
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Knight: Chevaličre
Appearance: Adrienne is a beautiful, intense woman, with long and dark red hair (though, her hair is usually shaved before battle), and dark green eyes. She looks fairly stern, and her build and stance betray no weakness of body or thought-if anything, it bespeaks of passion and arrogance. When not in battle kit, Adrienne tends to dress conservatively, but somewhat casual-favoring open throated shirts and flared trousers, often in earth tones. Her plated armor is light, unecumbering and well made, rounded off at the corners-masking her womanhood in the middle of battle-all except her eyes, being she prefers a slitted helm for full vision.

The Alanamont coat of arms is a circlet of filigreed gold, with a crown at the head, around a pool of red.


Characteristics: Arrogant, Passionate, Uncompromising

Horse: She prefers a Light Warhorse-her favorite, being "Lernea"

Weapons (and shields): Main weapons: Longsword/round shield, otherwise prefers a Bec-De-Corbin when mounted, which she wields with unnatural grace. Others: Dueling Pistol (unfired), Crossbow

Leaving a child behind: No. Adrienne has left that 'business' to her lesser sisters and brothers, having not found anyone worthy of her as of yet.

-Some- abilities to be noted:
If you think I'm the weakest link... you will be sorry... weakling!
Status:Fine.
Rally Call of Roland

Tiruin: Knight

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Falion Arvīndell
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Knight: Dragoon

Appearance: Falion is a man of five foot four, with light brown skin and short black hair. His body is built just like a worker of the era, though stern and with poise evident in his gait. Out of combat, he dons a brown tunic under his surcoat, favoring the common wear over what the Nobility prefer. His chainmail is left uncolored, remaining the usual silver tone. His plate armor is tinted light grey with a white trim along the edges of the major plates. A gilded wolf crest lies on the top of his helmet and the insignia of the howling wolf in white is marked on his breastplate. His eyes are colored brown.

Characteristics: Unflinchingly Loyal ; Stubborn ; Determined

Horse: A Light Warhorse going by the name of "Ileid".

[Weaponry]
Main weapon/s: Glaive ; Javelin(s)

Others: Flintlock Rifle and a heater shield

Leaving a child behind: No.
-Some- abilities to be noted:
He is loyal and determined. He is sharp. He is also nuts.
Status:Fine.
Cuchulainn's Last Stand

Powder Miner: Knight

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: April Eplock
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Knight: Gunslinger (or if you prefer (that time's) modernized warrior or something of the sort.)
Appearance: April Eploc is a slim woman of average height, although very, very young for a knight. She is relatively attractive, ((mumble mumble I added that part to stay true to my earliest description of her)) with dark green eyes and braided fiery orange hair which ends in a ponytail. She wears non-restrictive pastel yellow clothing (like skirts, and simple shirts, she prefers comfort over fashion) under her armor, which is (kinda) light chainmail which covers pretty much all of her (all but the head and hands (she prefers these unobstructed, and even the head has a hood.), with a thin leather backing underneath. Her coat of arms is a young, growing leaf.
Characteristics: Very cheerful, Optimistic, Reckless, Silly, Thrill-Seeking.
Horse: Light Horse, her name is Ellene.
Weapons (and shields): Main weapons: Hand firearm (not sure what it would be in this ageIn this age those would happen to be flintlock pistols), Shortsword.
Leaving a child behind: "No. I'm only 18 god get away from me you creep" (...I assume that is not directed towards the GM.)
-Some- abilities to be noted:
Blackpowder fever! Isn't hell colorful? Adventure!
Status:Fine.
Emergency Rations(Candy)
1 Pouch with 5 gold pieces.

NUKE9.13: Wizard - Temporarily out

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Wilhelmina van Oranje
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Mage, speciality: Weather; Wind/Water.
Appearance: Tall- very tall. Long brown hair (loose); blue eyes; pale skin. Dresses in simple, elegant gowns. For this journey; a plain white dress, and a leather cloak, pale orange in hue. Her family crest is an orange lion upon a white field, ridged by banners of red and blue. The family motto- Oranje zal herrijzen- is emblazoned below the lion.
Characteristics: Very friendly (too friendly?); polite; has little patience for problems- has a short temper; exceptional perseverance- not strong, but will keep fighting no matter what.
Horse: Light warhorse.
Weapons: Main weapons: Staff (gilded hardwood), Magic. Others: Brace of pistols.
Leaving a child behind: No.
-Some- abilities to be noted:
She is nice and stubborn the good way but man, she's got issues!
Status:Fine.
Light padded armor pieces

agentorangesoda: Wizard

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Ktimbi
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Mage: African Shaman
Appearance: A jet black man of average build with long orange hair that cooperates with his woolly beard to form a mock lion's mane. His irises are a fiery red, a rare genetic mutation specific to his caste of shamans.  He wears the traditional shaman garb: pelts of slain animals and various herbal trinkets adorn his person. He wears a crown of human wisdom teeth, one pulled from each eligible member of his tribe, which he claims contains the combined spiritual energy of his people's souls. The crest of his shamanistic family is, curiously, a mongoose encircled by cobras. One is crushed underfoot whilst the other hangs limp in the mongoose's jaw.
Characteristics: Quiet, Unwilling Participant, Incoherent
Horse: Light warhorse, drawing a cart of reagents.
Weapons: Carries a caduceus which has been passed down for generations. His tribe claims an ancient ancestor won the staff from Hermes himself. Upon each shaman's death, his successor fills a container with his own blood and places the severed head inside. The new shaman will now be protected for the rest of his natural life by his spirit so long as the container is kept close. The case that the previous shaman had kept is then dashed upon the ground, allowing his protector to be finally free from his burden.
Leaving a child behind: As is tradition, upon ascension, a shaman will impregnate a host of women until one gives birth to a child containing the rare genetic disease. The shaman is always male, (it is a y-linked gene). Ktimbi knows he has many children waiting for him at home and has met none of them, but he knows one bears the gift. In the event of a shaman dying without any heirs, all of his immediate kin will attempt to replicate the gene in their own future offspring through ritual until another shaman is born.
-Some- abilities to be noted:
Don't mind me. ...Are you dead already? What did you just call me, colored gentleman?
Status: Vomit all over his feet.
Armor of Origin
One-shot reagents

Tarran: Wizard

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Davie Maximilian
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Mage: Fire
Appearance: A tall brown haired man of mostly Bavarian-English-Frisian origin. He has light blue eyes and is averagely muscled. He wears a blue-purple robe and leather boots. His family coat of arms appears to be an impalement of the Bavarian and Frisian flag.
Characteristics: Cheerful, Does what is right, friendly, honest, insensitive, trusting.
Horse: Light, Marwin
Weapons: Bastard sword (what, just because he's a mage doesn't mean he doesn't like big swords), flintlock pistol.
Leaving a child behind: Nope. No wife.
-Some- abilities to be noted:
Barbecue in the making. What are staves for, anyway? Sure...Why not?
Status:Fine.
Catalyst

[Tiruin]

Falion rubbed his chin in thought, "Basically, the bandits are unprepared if we march out now. They do not know where exactly the camp is, though they would obviously leave marks so tracking in the rain is our best bet if we all choose to go." He turned to the direction in which they came, walking up and re-mounting Ileid while stowing away his shield. "Sad to see Wilhelmina leave for a while, I hope anything that troubles her isn't much that she can't handle."

"Is everyone alright with heading out right now? If they're setting up camp, which is what I discerned from body language, then we could easily take them unawares. It also seems that they depend on a hierarchy of power and multitude. We may have the advantage of surprise."

[Dwarmin]

Adrienne nodded, to Falion dropping both her false contriteness and her haughty noble acts.

"Oui, Monsieur Fallion.

...Best to ride out and find them before they have a chance to set up an ambush for us on the road. They will not be expecting significant resistance. Scatter them now, and the locals will gleefully hunt down the rest out of bloody minded vengeance."

[Tarran]

"Yes, we should leave now, before madam Adrienne starts another war between our two countries. As much as I like a good fight, I don't think the mothers on either side will."

[Powder Miner]

"I would normally say we shouldn't with five people, but we're busy, need to do this quick and things are wavering between meltdown and not. So we should go. 'sides, it'll be fun!

[Dwarmin]

Adrienne turned Davie and spoke, a cheerful bloodlust in her voice.

"War is so messy when you involve incompetents. I too, would prefer the peasants stay home with their mothers.

Battles used to be more polite, you know. A spot of killing, one side relents with honor-then both sides singing and feasting, a keg of beer and a warm bed afterwards, hopefully shared with another.

Ah, those were the good old days."

Action: Lead the attack toward the bandit camp!

[Tarran]

Go to the camp. Make sure Adrienne doesn't charge into the camp like an idiot.

[agentorangesoda]

Ktimbi stared at Wilhemina's figure disappearing into the distance, incredulous that it is actually that easy to escape this servitude.  Still, his ancestors must be appeased. Ktimbi mounts and follows.

[Tiruin]

Falion agrees, and takes the rear of the march. Following by Ktimbi's side.

'I wonder how my brother is feeling, he's been silent for mostly the whole time we've been together. Maybe it is only by body language that we may speak, or is he withholding something?' he said, looking at Ktimbi. Nonetheless, they were bonded by the intangible hold of fate, he wouldn't let him come to harm without his own body in the way. Not if his life had anything to say for it.

[Dwarmin]

Adrienne hadn't really even noticed Ktimbi until Falion mentioned him. He was, quite literally, invisible to her. Something alien and incomprehensible. She didn't really know what to think of him.

"...Well, he probably doesn't speak any proper languages.

He's a Etranger, after all. I would hardly expect him to have the benefits of our advanced civilization."

She couldn't quite bring herself to call him a 'Savage'-she was plenty savage herself, when it came to fighting and...other things.

Adrienne looked back from her horse, trying to meet his eyes, frowning slightly.

[Tarran]

"I wonder how he even got up here in Europa, since he has the looks of those around Südafrika."

[Dwarmin]

Adrienne rubbed her jaw thoughtfully.

"Then, perhaps he is a Mercenary, of some sort.

If not for Gold, why would he come here?"

[Tarran]

((Dwarmin, I did a troll-ninja-edit, just so you know))

[Tiruin]

"We can bother with that later on, after our mission is completed. Whatever goal he has, is his to hold. After our mission."

His friends spoke true, maybe he should've spent time bonding with him more. Ktimbi was a mysterious fellow, younger than them all, but held a certain power that he knew was protecting him.

Very intriguing fellow.

[Caellath]

Arcane Steel - Turn 4 - The Road

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The first signs of rain started to appear in the form of dark clouds and lightning criss-crossing the skies as the squad prepared to leave the small village. The peasants had lost much of their previous anger, and now most of the formerly angry mob simply waved good-bye. Even some children that had been ordered to stay inside the houses slipped out of their hiding to watch as the party left the town, riding their steeds and donning fine armor and clothing. Surely it had not been an easygoing meeting, but the memory of the visitors would remain etched into the minds of the simple villagers for as long as they could hold onto it, for it brought hope for those which had been suffering.

And so the squad left the small settlement, managing to avoid lighting a fuse for another war by themselves (Adrienne). The inhabitants of that settlement, as almost anyone out of the great knight-magi families, were oblivious to the existence of magic, and viewed the Maximilian family under a favorable light, since most of the local wizard families were masterful puppeteers; they helped the common people, managing to amass power while weakening the power of the Holy Church in the process. Those were harsh times as always for the poor, and the higher echelons of the Catholic Church were either focusing on gathering large extensions of land or sending witch-hunters to stalk and kill the occasional "heretic" or wizard.

The party hit the dirt road, hoping to use the knowledge gathered with the local folk to enact a surprise attack on the unsuspecting marauders. The wind blew stronger, making leaves, cloth and hair flutter as the heterogeneous bunch followed the path towards the supposed location of the bandits. With a few hours of travel they had already found some marks of the recent pillaging; burnt houses and corpses, dead cattle and abandoned villages.

As they moved further, small groups of trees by the sides of the road became a common sight, slightly hindering their vision of the party as the sky turned cloudy. [1+1(villagers' information)] Unfortunately their chance at a perfect surprise attack is disrupted when they make a turn, finding [5] bandit footmen right by the fork in the road acting as sentinels for the remaining maurauders, which were setting up camp a couple minutes away.

The encounter was too sudden, the watchers know they are not fast enough to outrun horses and as such, three of them unsheath their longswords, one draws his crossbow and the last runs out of the road and towards the nearby trees, in the direction of the bandit camp.

Enemies encountered:

Spoiler: Bandits: (click to show/hide)

[3x]
Weapon: Longsword (d6-piercing, slashing);
Armor: Light Armor (+1 def);
Shield: Ugly Face;
Dodge: d4;
Hit: d5;
Skill level: Untrained bandit.
[1x]
Weapon: Crossbow (d6, piercing);
Secondary Weapon: Dagger (piercing, slashing);
Armor: Light Armor (+1 def);
Shield: Ugly Face;
Dodge: d4;
Hit: d5;
Skill level: Untrained bandit.
[1x, Legging it.]
Weapon: Crossbow (d6, piercing);
Secondary Weapon: Bollock Knife (piercing, slashing);
Armor: Light Armor (+1 def);
Shield: Ugly Face;
Dodge: d4;
Hit: d5;
Skill level: Untrained bandit.

Distance: Very Close

Spoiler: Very Close - distance (click to show/hide)

Melee: Horse charge - Same turn (+1); Foot Charge - Same turn;
Flintlock pistol: Good range (-1 acc)
Flintlock rifle: Good range
Crossbow: Good range

Spoiler: Notes on ranged warfare (click to show/hide)

We are around beginning of the ending of the 16th century/ beginning of the 17th, and flintlock pistols are innacurate, except in April's case. Her family's pistols are finely built and have the same range of a rifle of the time.
You can also charge and shoot with a light ranged weapon weapon (small crossbow; flintlock pistol) before entering melee while wielding an one-hand weapon, which nets you an even worse accuracy. If you want to focus in using ranged attacks, just stay back and aim.
Also, flintlock rifles of the time were already fairly accurate up to around 50 yards, but were also very heavy and unusable under rain. Tarran can use controlled heat to keep his gunpowder dry and his guns useful, but as for the others..

>Ktimbi still has vomit all over his feet.


The Players:

Dwarmin: Knight

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Adrienne Alanamont
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Knight: Chevaličre
Appearance: Adrienne is a beautiful, intense woman, with long and dark red hair (though, her hair is usually shaved before battle), and dark green eyes. She looks fairly stern, and her build and stance betray no weakness of body or thought-if anything, it bespeaks of passion and arrogance. When not in battle kit, Adrienne tends to dress conservatively, but somewhat casual-favoring open throated shirts and flared trousers, often in earth tones. Her plated armor is light, unecumbering and well made, rounded off at the corners-masking her womanhood in the middle of battle-all except her eyes, being she prefers a slitted helm for full vision.

The Alanamont coat of arms is a circlet of filigreed gold, with a crown at the head, around a pool of red.


Characteristics: Arrogant, Passionate, Uncompromising

Horse: She prefers a Light Warhorse-her favorite, being "Lernea"

Weapons (and shields): Main weapons: Longsword/round shield, otherwise prefers a Bec-De-Corbin when mounted, which she wields with unnatural grace. Others: Dueling Pistol (unfired), Crossbow

Leaving a child behind: No. Adrienne has left that 'business' to her lesser sisters and brothers, having not found anyone worthy of her as of yet.

-Some- abilities to be noted:
If you think I'm the weakest link... you will be sorry... weakling!
Status:Fine.
Rally Call of Roland

Tiruin: Knight

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Falion Arvīndell
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Knight: Dragoon

Appearance: Falion is a man of five foot four, with light brown skin and short black hair. His body is built just like a worker of the era, though stern and with poise evident in his gait. Out of combat, he dons a brown tunic under his surcoat, favoring the common wear over what the Nobility prefer. His chainmail is left uncolored, remaining the usual silver tone. His plate armor is tinted light grey with a white trim along the edges of the major plates. A gilded wolf crest lies on the top of his helmet and the insignia of the howling wolf in white is marked on his breastplate. His eyes are colored brown.

Characteristics: Unflinchingly Loyal ; Stubborn ; Determined

Horse: A Light Warhorse going by the name of "Ileid".

[Weaponry]
Main weapon/s: Glaive ; Javelin(s)

Others: Flintlock Rifle and a heater shield

Leaving a child behind: No.
-Some- abilities to be noted:
He is loyal and determined. He is sharp. He is also nuts.
Status:Fine.
Cuchulainn's Last Stand

Powder Miner: Knight

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: April Eplock
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Knight: Gunslinger (or if you prefer (that time's) modernized warrior or something of the sort.)
Appearance: April Eploc is a slim woman of average height, although very, very young for a knight. She is relatively attractive, ((mumble mumble I added that part to stay true to my earliest description of her)) with dark green eyes and braided fiery orange hair which ends in a ponytail. She wears non-restrictive pastel yellow clothing (like skirts, and simple shirts, she prefers comfort over fashion) under her armor, which is (kinda) light chainmail which covers pretty much all of her (all but the head and hands (she prefers these unobstructed, and even the head has a hood.), with a thin leather backing underneath. Her coat of arms is a young, growing leaf.
Characteristics: Very cheerful, Optimistic, Reckless, Silly, Thrill-Seeking.
Horse: Light Horse, her name is Ellene.
Weapons (and shields): Main weapons: Hand firearm (not sure what it would be in this ageIn this age those would happen to be flintlock pistols), Shortsword.
Leaving a child behind: "No. I'm only 18 god get away from me you creep" (...I assume that is not directed towards the GM.)
-Some- abilities to be noted:
Blackpowder fever! Isn't hell colorful? Adventure!
Status:Fine.
Emergency Rations(Candy)
1 Pouch with 5 gold pieces.

NUKE9.13: Wizard - Temporarily out

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Wilhelmina van Oranje
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Mage, speciality: Weather; Wind/Water.
Appearance: Tall- very tall. Long brown hair (loose); blue eyes; pale skin. Dresses in simple, elegant gowns. For this journey; a plain white dress, and a leather cloak, pale orange in hue. Her family crest is an orange lion upon a white field, ridged by banners of red and blue. The family motto- Oranje zal herrijzen- is emblazoned below the lion.
Characteristics: Very friendly (too friendly?); polite; has little patience for problems- has a short temper; exceptional perseverance- not strong, but will keep fighting no matter what.
Horse: Light warhorse.
Weapons: Main weapons: Staff (gilded hardwood), Magic. Others: Brace of pistols.
Leaving a child behind: No.
-Some- abilities to be noted:
She is nice and stubborn the good way but man, she's got issues!
Status:Fine.
Light padded armor pieces

agentorangesoda: Wizard

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Ktimbi
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Mage: African Shaman
Appearance: A jet black man of average build with long orange hair that cooperates with his woolly beard to form a mock lion's mane. His irises are a fiery red, a rare genetic mutation specific to his caste of shamans.  He wears the traditional shaman garb: pelts of slain animals and various herbal trinkets adorn his person. He wears a crown of human wisdom teeth, one pulled from each eligible member of his tribe, which he claims contains the combined spiritual energy of his people's souls. The crest of his shamanistic family is, curiously, a mongoose encircled by cobras. One is crushed underfoot whilst the other hangs limp in the mongoose's jaw.
Characteristics: Quiet, Unwilling Participant, Incoherent
Horse: Light warhorse, drawing a cart of reagents.
Weapons: Carries a caduceus which has been passed down for generations. His tribe claims an ancient ancestor won the staff from Hermes himself. Upon each shaman's death, his successor fills a container with his own blood and places the severed head inside. The new shaman will now be protected for the rest of his natural life by his spirit so long as the container is kept close. The case that the previous shaman had kept is then dashed upon the ground, allowing his protector to be finally free from his burden.
Leaving a child behind: As is tradition, upon ascension, a shaman will impregnate a host of women until one gives birth to a child containing the rare genetic disease. The shaman is always male, (it is a y-linked gene). Ktimbi knows he has many children waiting for him at home and has met none of them, but he knows one bears the gift. In the event of a shaman dying without any heirs, all of his immediate kin will attempt to replicate the gene in their own future offspring through ritual until another shaman is born.
-Some- abilities to be noted:
Don't mind me. ...Are you dead already? What did you just call me, colored gentleman?
Status: Vomit all over his feet.
Armor of Origin
One-shot reagents

Tarran: Wizard

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Davie Maximilian
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Mage: Fire
Appearance: A tall brown haired man of mostly Bavarian-English-Frisian origin. He has light blue eyes and is averagely muscled. He wears a blue-purple robe and leather boots. His family coat of arms appears to be an impalement of the Bavarian and Frisian flag.
Characteristics: Cheerful, Does what is right, friendly, honest, insensitive, trusting.
Horse: Light, Marwin
Weapons: Bastard sword (what, just because he's a mage doesn't mean he doesn't like big swords), flintlock pistol.
Leaving a child behind: Nope. No wife.
-Some- abilities to be noted:
Barbecue in the making. What are staves for, anyway? Sure...Why not?
Status:Fine.
Catalyst