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[Taricus]

If everyone has a lifespan like a stormtrooper facing a jedi...

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Name: Taric
Gender: Male
Level: 1
HP: 20/20
EXP: 0/10
Coins: none
Skills: Listen (1), Riding (1), Spear Specialization (1)
Weapon: Steel Spear
Equipped: Copper High boots, Copper Plate, Copper shield, Plant fiber trousers, Plant fiber shirt, Plant fiber socks.
Inventory: Nothing of note for now.
Dominant hand: Right
Injuries: None yet.

If bonuses are applied, add: Animal handler (1) and Visual Acuity (1)

Motivation:
Adventure, exitement, money, fame, breeding partners of either gender
Taric left with his stuff to wander the world, see it's sights and experience it. And a new horse.

Backstory:
A militia cavalryman, Taric was a fairly average young man who left after hearing about merchants from a foreign land. Eager to explore the new land, Taric signed on with the militia in order to get training on how to fight, the local area having a bandit problem due to the forested terrain near the roads.

Taric had his first taste of combat as a spearman on foot, guarding a bridge into the town from preying bandits and the follow up counterattack by the militia on the bandit's camp. The militia looted the camp, with the spoils going to whoever got to them first. Taric got his first horse here, claiming it before the rest of the militia could get to it by listening for it. Taric learnt to ride the horse in both travel and combat purposes, losing it to a nasty bandit raid that tryed to take the bridge again. The bandits haven't return to it though.

[Squeegy]

Oh shit a horse rider! Just in time for COUCHED LANCES!

[Phantom]

That makes two militiamen with steel spears and experience riding horses.

[Taricus]

...

RIDING BUDDIES!

[Johnfalcon99977]

But will he survive long enough?

[Phantom]

Yes, of course, a Spanish Spearman and an Arabian Cavalier. This won't backfire at all.
"مهلا، ماذا يكون ما يصل دانيا!"
"... ¿Quién diablos es usted?"

[Taricus]

I call dibs on arabic horseman.

[Phantom]

If you haven't noticed, I already had a Spanish Spearman character. Or did you not expect that!? *Monty Python Drama Cue*

[Taricus]

Ah, but you have no stealth skill, thus you were spotted.

[Phantom]

But did you expect a Spaniard in Medieval England?

[Taricus]

Yes.

[Johnfalcon99977]

Is this game gonna start or what? Do we need to infinitely bug you ALREADY Squeegy?

[Squeegy]

WHOOPS I STARTED THE GAME.

"Right ho, what! State yer business!" A suspicious head poked out from the ramparts and glared down at the figure on horseback in front of the gates.
"I was hoping to--" the figure began, but was cut off by another yell.
"Sorry, I can't hear you! You're gonna have to speak up!"
The figure sighed and cupped his hands around his mouth. "I was HOPING to REST HERE for a FEW DAYS!"
"Can't hear you, still going to have to speak up!"
"I WAS HOPING TO REST HERE FOR A FEW DAYS!" The horse startled slightly at the noise, and the figure reached down to calm it.
"Oh, alright, no need to be like that about it." The guard reached for the lever and started to pull the gates open, allowing the man to trot through before closing them behind him. Another guard clanged up to him and helped him off his horse. The figure watched him walk off with it and sighed, pulling the hood of his cloak down.
"I'm not going to see that horse again, am I," he muttered to himself. "Ah, well." Turning to face the town inside the gates, he ambled off inward, in search of an inn to spend the night. He glanced up at the closest sign, which was labeled the 'Flaming Chestnut'. He shrugged and pushed open the door, walking inside.
It was busy inside the Flaming Chestnut. Bar maids bustled from each wooden table to the next, laying down food and taking away mugs to be refilled. Men leaned inward and argued loudly and passionately with one another, creating a loud, bustling atmosphere. A large bar table extended across one wall of the tavern, next to a door that presumably led upstairs to the inn rooms. Kevin sat down at an empty seat between two gentlemen. His attention was drawn to the one wearing chain mail inside a bar. Kevin's own wooden armor was tucked away in his backpack.
He extended a hand to the strange man. "Salutations, friend. My name is Kevin Farmer. Yourself?"
The man looked from his drink, to Kevin, then back to his drink, before finally resting his eyes on Kevin. He took Kevin's hand and gave it a firm shake. "Daniel Villanueva. A pleasure, compadre."
Kevin raised an eyebrow. "Villanueva? Isn't that a Spanish name? What brings you to English lands?"
"Ah... mostly inherited. I was born into an English town by Spanish parents. I used to be in the militia, but... I got restless. So I came here."
"Just looking for adventure, eh? I'm a bounty hunter. Maybe you could help me with a couple of jobs. It's good money, that is."
The man on Kevin's other side turned to look at the two. "Bounty hunter, did you say?"
"Yah. Only four years, but... time enough to learn the ropes."
The other man grunted. "Whatever. I'm Leon. If you're taking compatriots, I'll follow... for now. Better than drinking my sorrows away in this damned tavern."
Daniel smiled. "Fantástico. Already we are an adventuring party. Say, while we're here. Let's see if we can find anyone else in this place to come with us. We will need all the help we can get in these untamed lands."
Kevin turned to survey the tavern. He jabbed a finger at a girl in copper chain mail, sitting alone at a table. "What about her?"
Daniel grimaced. "Doesn't much look the adventuring type, does she?"
"Sure she does. She's even wearing armor in a tavern... like you."
"Okay, wrong choice of words. She seems... una solitaria. A loner."
"She's sitting alone, that doesn't mean anything. Perhaps she simply doesn't know anybody here."
Daniel jabbed him with an elbow. "Fine, then, you ask her."
"What! No."
"Sí! It was your idea, you are the one defending her. Go ask her. Come on."
Kevin frowned, then shrugged. "Very well, I'll ask her." He rose to his feet, Daniel and Leon watching passively as he made his way through the crowd to the table that seemed to radiate an aura of solitude even in such a busy tavern. He placed both hands on the table, leaning towards her. She looked up from her drink at him.
"Ah... excuse me, miss. Me and the gentlemen over there..." Kevin indicated Daniel and Leon with his hand. Daniel waved. "We were wondering--"
"No." The girl's gaze moved back into her mug, like she was trying to stare a hole through it.
"Oi, let me finish. We were wondering if you would like to join our adventuring group. You seem a fine warrior. The pay would be good. Does that interest you at all? I am Kevin, by the way. Kevin Farmer."
The girl blinked slowly, then looked back up at him. She seemed to mull over his sentence before speaking. "Okay. You can call me Aso Emiza."
Kevin clapped his hands together. "Good! Good. Would you like to--"
He was interrupted by the doors bursting open. Even the chatter in the room hushed slightly as a figure strode in, dressed in somewhat tattered nobleman's clothes. Two scimitar handles emerged from either shoulder, giving him a symmetrical and regal look. His voice was loud enough to pierce the miasma of sound.
"Adventurers! My name is Sirvius Malavai! I am in need of good adventurers to aid me on my quest!"
Kevin glanced backwards at the two at the bar, who were already rising to his feet. He gave a meaningful glance to Aso, who pushed her chair back and stood up. With her behind him, he walked over to the newcomer, Daniel and Leon soon close behind. The rest of the tavern seemed disinterested in Sirvius's call to arms, returning to their discussions and drinking.
"Good adventurers, you say?" Kevin asked.
Sirvius grinned brightly at him. "Absolutely! Only the finest! The pay will be... okay, I cannot pay you. But you are welcome to your fair share of whatever loot we come across!"
"Convenient," Leon muttered.
"Ahhh! Perfecto!" Daniel exclaimed. "Ten minutes, and already we have come together! What will we call ourselves?"
Aso ignored him. "What is this 'quest' you speak of?"
Sirvius gestured wildly as he spoke. "The House Malavai was once a great noble family in my homeland! But, errr, due to circumstances beyond our control, we were knocked out of power by... by jealous rivals. Then, under completely unrelated circumstances, the kingdom was overrun by gorgons!" Sirvius splayed his fingers, looking surprised. "Gorgons! They razed the countryside and forced the survivors to flee for their lives! Now I need your help to rebuild my once-powerful House, with the-- er, against the-- you know what, forget the gorgons. Anyway, I need your help. It's a long walk, so I'm sure you lot can get your money's worth out of it."
Kevin shrugged. "Uhhh... okay."
Damien clapped as Leon rolled his eyes. "Bueno! We should start right away!"
Aso shrugged and lifted her palms. "Whatever serves you."
Sirvius grinned excitedly. "Wonderful! Allow me to pay for your rooms tonight. We can discuss what we are going to do. Tomorrow... we set out!"

YOU MAY NOW BEGIN ROLEPLAYING.

[Johnfalcon99977]

(( Holy shit. With that intro, I want no one to die. At all. ))

"Lets just get this over with. I have better things to do, anyway."

Leon then walks next to Sirvius,
"But drop the big act. Your making a scene, and we don't need someone yelling everywhere we go."

[Phantom]

¡Por fin! Some action!
With a bounty hunter, a crazy noble, a solitaria mujer espeluznante that looks like she'll eat my left kidney, and some other guy that happened to sit at my table!
...Mierda, where did I put my spear? And my money?
...
Maladito, I only got five copper pieces left.