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[Aslandus]

Spoiler: Joan Grayhan (click to show/hide)

Gender: F
Age: 21
Description: Joan is a young woman, at around five and a half feet tall with a light brown complexion and raven black hair. Her clothing matches the dress of the garments of the southern sailors: hues of sky blue, trimmed with white and faded azure, created with flowing and light fabrics. She wears a tailcoat with lapels, as part of formal and field-work over a modestly fitted shirt, while her pants look more apt for travel and durability. She wears a satchel, or a messenger bag, carrying the common necessities for long-trips, including rations and other devices needed to maintain herself and her equipment in any weather or condition, along with several differing knives. Inside the satchel and tucked neatly to the side, that it would form quite permanent mark in the bag is a small book, tightly bound with a hard cover, speaking about the philosophies of the world, stretching from personal thought and considerations, to the major religions in brief, and in detail.

With a baldric carrying a crossbow, she carries herself with an air of elegance and sturdiness, emphasizing her upbringing and tutelage as a sailor and fisherman of her people, though inter-mixed with the southern navy of her duchy--as it was decreed that the exclusivity military and civilian life be mixed and intertwined, ending up in a civilian force disciplined and ready to act as a militia under the local authority.

Backstory: Joan was born in a family of fishermen, who worked part-time with spear and bow in the art of river-and-fall fishing. Her family was a modest type, as there was no poverty (though the concept was known) in her area due to the egalitarian reign of the local lord. With the only drawback being a minimal population compared to other duchies around, Joan lived a childhood of industriousness, taught and inculcated with the values of labor--tempered by the values of thought, consideration and action. The lord of the land was a benevolent ruler, having shared his fair time in the hardships that befell the lands of late, and sought to provide an attitude to span the generations: so was his wish, which encompassed most of Joan's beliefs.

This background did not shelter her, despite the high degree of protectivity her parents gave her, as given the role of the citizenry most were pushed to expose themselves to the world in order to thrive and survive. Taught in the trade of her parents, Joan was thrust into the life of a traveler, moving across the coastlines of the south with much experience in many of their cultures, though in part, experienced in much of their folklore too. Her frivolity in the tall tales of the sailing fleet is tempered by her seriousness and demeanor in regards to goals and achievements--she was an idealist, though with an open mind towards the ideas of others in this world, somewhat balanced off by her attentiveness to the concept of spirituality and reverence to the unseen.

Skills (going with faults +1 here):
> Archer Affinity: the unusual weapons of Kulandria are those she has prodigious talent in.
> Life Experience'd: Joan was considered, by most of her peers and colleagues, as a wise woman: she had an ability with diffusing volatile situations and calming angered souls.
> Literate: Joan can read and write--as well as comprehend the languages inscribed in tomes or walls.
> Marksman: Despite being born prematurely, Joan has as how the fishermen say 'a knack for shooting [deep sea fish]', using either thrown or handheld projectile devices.
> Stalker: A life of a hunter brings out a 'sneaky' profile; Joan is very knowledgeable in keeping concealment, or keeping silent in movement.
> High Stamina: Despite her biological disorder, Joan has overcame the notion that the 'curse of the red-born tide' does not inhibit holistic physical growth; she is very capable of holding her own in martial combat, or in prolonged running or climbing.

Faults:
> Superstituous: While Joan does not share in the beliefs of rituals or presentations to appease spirits, she beliefs in the respect of the world and nature--having quite a considerable and vast effect on her.
> Duality-of-Mind: In considering a situation from multiple perspectives, Joan is partially jaded in the way of her optimism; in cases of judging a criminal and ulteriorly malevolent acts, she debases towards more positive schemes, despite being able to perceive and see a person for who they truly are.
> Arachnophobia: The tales of giant, sea-skimmerspiders had quite an effect on Joan's childhood--they were pretty much real, and the source of legend within her area. She has trouble fighting any creature, illusionary or otherwise, which resembles those 8-legged, web-spinning fears. As a strange note, she is very accepting towards jumping spiders for their eccentric and calculative nature.
> Hemophiliac: Having a rare bleeding disorder in which the blood doesn't clot normally, Joan is susceptible to minor wounds, and endangered by her own sense of daring.
> Daring: Joan is more inclined towards adventure and taking risky professions or roles.

So Joan looks just like your forum avatar? Easy enough, I would probably do something similar if we were allowed to play as sentient fire.

[Tiruin]

Spoiler: Joan Grayhan (click to show/hide)

Gender: F
Age: 21
Description: Joan is a young woman, at around five and a half feet tall with a light brown complexion and raven black hair. Her clothing matches the dress of the garments of the southern sailors: hues of sky blue, trimmed with white and faded azure, created with flowing and light fabrics. She wears a tailcoat with lapels, as part of formal and field-work over a modestly fitted shirt, while her pants look more apt for travel and durability. She wears a satchel, or a messenger bag, carrying the common necessities for long-trips, including rations and other devices needed to maintain herself and her equipment in any weather or condition, along with several differing knives. Inside the satchel and tucked neatly to the side, that it would form quite permanent mark in the bag is a small book, tightly bound with a hard cover, speaking about the philosophies of the world, stretching from personal thought and considerations, to the major religions in brief, and in detail.

With a baldric carrying a crossbow, she carries herself with an air of elegance and sturdiness, emphasizing her upbringing and tutelage as a sailor and fisherman of her people, though inter-mixed with the southern navy of her duchy--as it was decreed that the exclusivity military and civilian life be mixed and intertwined, ending up in a civilian force disciplined and ready to act as a militia under the local authority.

Backstory: Joan was born in a family of fishermen, who worked part-time with spear and bow in the art of river-and-fall fishing. Her family was a modest type, as there was no poverty (though the concept was known) in her area due to the egalitarian reign of the local lord. With the only drawback being a minimal population compared to other duchies around, Joan lived a childhood of industriousness, taught and inculcated with the values of labor--tempered by the values of thought, consideration and action. The lord of the land was a benevolent ruler, having shared his fair time in the hardships that befell the lands of late, and sought to provide an attitude to span the generations: so was his wish, which encompassed most of Joan's beliefs.

This background did not shelter her, despite the high degree of protectivity her parents gave her, as given the role of the citizenry most were pushed to expose themselves to the world in order to thrive and survive. Taught in the trade of her parents, Joan was thrust into the life of a traveler, moving across the coastlines of the south with much experience in many of their cultures, though in part, experienced in much of their folklore too. Her frivolity in the tall tales of the sailing fleet is tempered by her seriousness and demeanor in regards to goals and achievements--she was an idealist, though with an open mind towards the ideas of others in this world, somewhat balanced off by her attentiveness to the concept of spirituality and reverence to the unseen.

Skills (going with faults +1 here):
> Archer Affinity: the unusual weapons of Kulandria are those she has prodigious talent in.
> Life Experience'd: Joan was considered, by most of her peers and colleagues, as a wise woman: she had an ability with diffusing volatile situations and calming angered souls.
> Literate: Joan can read and write--as well as comprehend the languages inscribed in tomes or walls.
> Marksman: Despite being born prematurely, Joan has as how the fishermen say 'a knack for shooting [deep sea fish]', using either thrown or handheld projectile devices.
> Stalker: A life of a hunter brings out a 'sneaky' profile; Joan is very knowledgeable in keeping concealment, or keeping silent in movement.
> High Stamina: Despite her biological disorder, Joan has overcame the notion that the 'curse of the red-born tide' does not inhibit holistic physical growth; she is very capable of holding her own in martial combat, or in prolonged running or climbing.

Faults:
> Superstituous: While Joan does not share in the beliefs of rituals or presentations to appease spirits, she beliefs in the respect of the world and nature--having quite a considerable and vast effect on her.
> Duality-of-Mind: In considering a situation from multiple perspectives, Joan is partially jaded in the way of her optimism; in cases of judging a criminal and ulteriorly malevolent acts, she debases towards more positive schemes, despite being able to perceive and see a person for who they truly are.
> Arachnophobia: The tales of giant, sea-skimmerspiders had quite an effect on Joan's childhood--they were pretty much real, and the source of legend within her area. She has trouble fighting any creature, illusionary or otherwise, which resembles those 8-legged, web-spinning fears. As a strange note, she is very accepting towards jumping spiders for their eccentric and calculative nature.
> Hemophiliac: Having a rare bleeding disorder in which the blood doesn't clot normally, Joan is susceptible to minor wounds, and endangered by her own sense of daring.
> Daring: Joan is more inclined towards adventure and taking risky professions or roles.

So Joan looks just like your forum avatar? Easy enough, I would probably do something similar if we were allowed to play as sentient fire.

O__o
...I did not draw any idea of that sort until you mentioned it at all; my forum avatar has its background drawn purely out of pure imagination (as in, I had no idea what background I wanted to give it, so it first started with drawing a wooden column, which transformed into a side-stairs, then an arch, which became the ship-side).

...
...
I am very much surprised by this revelation.
Though the coat doesn't necessarily exactly match, that's...a very distinct similarity ._.
This is shocking. 

[Errol]

The following players are in: Caellath, AoshimaMichio, GiglameshDespair, Harry Baldman, Tiruin. Everyone else, better luck next time. And if you haven't posted anything in the, what, two weeks now, you only have yourself to blame.
Now get to posting these actions! If you have forgotten, I'll send PMs soon!

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Afternoon. The sun is starting to set, but the heat remains, and the smell may remain in your noses for eternity. But, at last, your ride has come to an end.

Your coach has stopped at what passes for a coaching inn in these lands. Business seems a bit slow today, though the place doesn't appear to be run-down. It's built outside the city walls of what used to be a small city, but judging by the amount of buildings outside the wall, this city is growing. Bustling. Booming, even.

...and that one glance accounts for all you know about this place, or this region, or anything. Nobody of you has been here before. Client has to be insane. All you know is that an informant is going to come to this inn when the sun sets, that he's going to provide you with some leads or maybe some goddamn idea of where you are and why you are where you are. The man is 'impossible to miss', your coach driver has claimed before he buggered off to clog his system with liquid happiness. You're expecting the worst. Even after getting 80 reds per person as a provision. Apparently the local coin's called a red, who knew? Who thinks of names like that?

Maybe this world will make some more sense at dusk, but what will you do now?

[GiglameshDespair]

The witchhunter exitted the wagon with almost unseemly haste. By the Ancients, that man stunk. She headed into the Inn and looked around. Perhaps there was someone she could grill for information.

[Aslandus]

Aw, I don't get to play, oh well, I can still add COMMENTARY

Also, you guys got ripped off on this mission, it's probably worth at least a yellow for what you'll face...

[Pencil_Art]

((Forgot to delete the Wip status if it means anything. Whoops. Good luck people.))

[Harry Baldman]

All this excitement has Graeme almost forget the most important thing of all.

"I dreamt of me mother!" he says, half to himself, half to Joan, leaning toward her, but not making eye contact. He looks and sounds feverish, and he may be experiencing a little heatstroke. "She was skipping on a field, throwing seeds around, only they was evil seeds! Datura! Poison oak! And she was screaming like the dickens, too, I tells you! Had the evil in her, too, that's where the seeds was coming from. I thinks there might be-"

He pauses, looking around silently.

Listen for the sound of water being poured or running of its own inclination. Can I hear anything of that nature? Investigate if yes. Take my mace and shield along.

[AoshimaMichio]

Wander around looking for local healers. If found ask if this area has any unique healing herbs not found elsewhere. If yes, ask for description, properties, usage and where those herbs can be found.

[Caellath]

Durand pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment as he left the coach with all due haste, trying to get a good distance away from it before he had to take in fresh air. Sweating was normal when it was hot, but smelling like an old goat was certainly unnatural even for someone like him, who was a freelancer and tried to make sure he remained at all times presentable. The client may even have seemed a bit stupid judging by the excessive secrecy and lack of provided details, but the fact the city they've traveled to seems to have gone through exponential growth is not lost on him.

"The sun is already setting." he points out before heading straight to the inn. He'd rather not miss the "impossible to miss" informant and make his job even harder.

To the inn, wait until the sun sets.

[Aslandus]

"I dreamt of me mother!" he says, half to himself, half to Joan, leaning toward her, but not making eye contact. He looks and sounds feverish, and he may be experiencing a little heatstroke. "She was skipping on a field, throwing seeds around, only they was evil seeds! Datura! Poison oak! And she was screaming like the dickens, too, I tells you! Had the evil in her, too, that's where the seeds was coming from. I thinks there might be-"

I'm a bit disappointed nobody has made a joke about his mother sowing her wild oats yet... I mean, it's the perfect set up...

[Tiruin]

((GAH, sorry, thought I posted--should've checked if the post went through))

Stay with Graeme and keep a watchful eye out for anything...different, from experience, at this time of day.

"You all go ahead, I'll provide company for the rest who...stay outside." Joan said, noting Graeme's demeanor. He reminded her of sailor-fever, where one would embark on perilous journeys with a very curious streak and mind, sometimes to come back with great tales of glory and legend (which, as still confusing to her, made part of the legends of their area as they were factual).

What really made her want to stay with him, was that note on his mother.

Homesickness was something she could really understand. At times, it just crept up on you at random.

Also try to conceal crossbow by making self look casual.