Lanterns and candles cast the Temple in a warm glow, offset by the dying light that poured through its arched windows. Spreading the word was more difficult now than ever, but Ronin had tried with every drop of socialite blood in his body to get the job done. It had been days, and during that time a number of things had become abundantly clear. ronin I'm done with having dreams The thing that I believe, oh You drain all the fear from me |
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the White Knight
Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 60 - Dext: 75 - Endr: 60 - Luck: 83 - Int: 3 SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
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11-21-2018, 08:54 PM
the Rapacious
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11-21-2018, 09:01 PM
the Bastion
Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 70 - Dext: 65 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3 ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
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11-21-2018, 09:06 PM
R E M I
Unpacking the boxes that he'd helped Looking towards his friend as he began to speak, Remi's expression softened as he listened. He'd only seen Ronin in an official capacity just the once, and the fight in the streets outside of his home hardly seemed to count. But as he was now, Ronin looked refresh and invigorated with purpose in a way Remi didn't think he'd been witness too before. It made him stand slightly straighter as a true and proud smile raced across his lips. As Ronin raised his own glass, the alchemist did as well, before humbly moving back towards the makeshift bar to see if any further supplies were needed.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Blacksmith / Mercenary
Age: 35 | Height: 6’ 7” | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 0 - Strg: 12 - Dext: 8 - Endr: 10 - Luck: 5 - Int:
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11-21-2018, 10:56 PM
tristan
Despite his years spent in the woods and his lack of social graces, Tristan recognized this event for what it was. It was a meeting. Of sorts, anyway. Clearly it was some kind off meet-and-greet. How ironic that he happened to be around during the start of it. Since literally falling into Miss Georgia’s garden and crushing her poor flowers, Tristan had been eager to learn more about this world he found himself in. The young redheaded woman that had found him and had taken care of him had offered him some information, but he wanted to know more. Were there others like him, who had apparently fallen out of the very sky itself? Was it common in this land? That line of thinking only brought questions. Could he get home again? What about his parents? Was he stuck here? The simple thought of never seeing his parents again caused a sickly feeling to pool in his gut, but he ignored it for the time being. Letting his gaze wander, Tristan watched as a man spoke up to get the meeting started, nursing his bottle while leaning against the back wall. Ronin Taliesin is what he introduced himself as, and at the introduction, the brunette gave a nod of his head in acquiescence. He’d definitely do his best to commit the name to memory, but Tristan had a feeling that he would be learning a lot of names here shortly. The Temple he had found himself in was a nice reprieve from the fall weather. He had been wandering, as he was prone to do, feeling far better now that Miss Georgia had tended to his injured side. The injury itself had been stitched and bandaged, and now was covered and out of view by a thin shirt and the thick fabric of his traveling jacket. His eyes roamed once more, searching out that familiar head of fiery red hair, but he couldn’t spot the healer who had helped him. Perhaps she would arrive later, if at all. Clearing his throat, Tristan straightened up. Might as well get started. So long as he was stuck here he might as well try and provide some usefulness to the community he had quite literally fallen into. “I’m Tristan. Tristan Cadfael.” He paused, letting the depth of his voice carry across the cool room. When he went on, he quirked a little grin, the expression almost wolfish. “I’m an, ah, a ’recent’ addition here. I don’t know how to do much, but I can work a smithy. If there’s a blacksmith looking to hire, I’d appreciate knowing about one… Or if there isn’t, then point me to where I can build one up. I’m not afraid of some hard work.” They didn’t need to know about his other talents, not yet. Those were things that the brunette would keep close to his chest until he knew for sure about the company he kept. the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
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11-22-2018, 12:11 AM
Photo taken at Hero's Square in Budapest, Hungary the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds
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11-22-2018, 12:28 AM
the Bastion
Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 70 - Dext: 65 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3 ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
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11-22-2018, 03:23 PM
R E M I
Oh, introductions. Remi was so used to slipping through the cracks unnoticed given his lowly commoner status that as the new arrivals began listing off their names and (potential) professions, the alchemist could feel a blush rising to the apples of his cheeks. Turning from the table where he was needlessly fussing over the bottles and glasses, he clasped his hands loosely in front of himself and offered a boyish and apologetic smile to any who might catch his eye. "I am Remi Abruzzo." He said, his thickly accented voice rolling melodically off his tongue as he glanced around with a warm and open gaze. "I come from Northaven, with the others–" Remi continued, nodding towards Ronin and Edrei and any of the others who had come through with him. "Back there I was a weapons creator and alchemist ... " He added a bit uncertainly. The creation of weapons had never been his passion; the humble alchemist had far too soft a soul to endure creating things meant for destruction and pain for long. "That being said, I am happy to help where it is needed." This was directed most specifically towards So saying, Remi offered a charmingly awkward smile before falling silent once again.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission. the Rapacious
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11-22-2018, 03:28 PM
Huntress / Fur Trader
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11-22-2018, 05:04 PM
the Remedy
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11-24-2018, 01:14 PM
Huntress / Witch
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11-24-2018, 01:40 PM
Blacksmith / Mercenary
Age: 35 | Height: 6’ 7” | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 0 - Strg: 12 - Dext: 8 - Endr: 10 - Luck: 5 - Int:
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11-24-2018, 04:05 PM
tristan
Ever so slowly others gathered, some standing off on their own, others mingling, and Tristan took note that not everyone accepted the extended bottle of drink. His head turned when a deep voice spoke in an octave lower than his own, brow raised, but a small, grateful smile quirked at the brunette’s lips. He nodded. “I would appreciate that. Thank you.” Deimos was his name, and like Ronin, Tristan would do his best to remember his name, especially if the man had offered his assistance in building the smithy. It would only be right. Deimos certainly looked as though he could offer a good bit of muscle; the man, while shorter than Tristan himself by only a few ticks, was just as broad. Perhaps if the man held his word, they would work out some kind of form of repayment, be it in loyalties or weapons. From there, Tristan shifted in his stance and tipped the neck of the bottle back up to his lips, taking a hearty swig as his blue eyes scanned the others. Some spoke and introduced themselves, speaking of a land that he had no knowledge of. A plethora of new names in this mysterious world, and already the brunette knew he wouldn’t remember them. Not all of them, anyway. Still, it was nice to have names. In a way, being offered a name was like being offered a sign of comradery; they were all here for one purpose, and right now that purpose was to survive. It was Remi that truly caught his attention, with his boyish grin and charming appearance. The man, a weapons creator and alchemist, offered up his own services in his own vague way, and Tristan offered him a nod of the head as well, tossing back his own wolfish grin. Alright, then. He knew, of course, that a name could not be confused for a sign of friendship. These people were not his friends. Not yet, anyway. They could just as likely be enemies, and only a fool would ignore that. Holding his silence, Tristan simply nursed his bottle of drink and surveyed the rest of the meeting, planning to speak up only when necessary. the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds
Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2 LOKI - Mythical - Dragon (Energy Blast)
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11-25-2018, 12:48 PM
Oh, the newcomer had done a good job of spreading the word. He’d done such a good job that whispers had trickled down to Wessex’s sensitive ears. She intends to join them more out of a sense of protection than piqued interest (and the knowledge that one should know their enemy… friend… invaders… whatever), believing that she’ll be ‘safe’ as long as she isn’t foolish.
For all she knows, this is a fool's errand. Stealing quietly through the darkness, nimbly crossing the rock-strewn land and ruined foundations on leathery soles, she is a light shadow amongst the darker ones. Practice takes her in a winding path until she comes to the place the Outlanders have seemed to claim as their own. It’s a useless building to the Naturals, but for those who don’t expect the unexpected, she can understand that it might be important while adjusting. Of course, she also thinks they seem abnormally weak, unprepared, and have no fucking clue how hard life can be here. Wessex privately made a bet with herself - giving them a year, tops, before they’re all just bones in the earth. Huh. There’s no guard. My, my they are a trusting bunch, aren’t they? Doing her best to stay beyond the low, golden glow of the candles, Wessex skulks around the edges of the building, quickly slipping (damn, this speed is good for something!) in an ajar side door to count the bodies - eleven of them - before melting back into the shadows to listen as best she can and assess those assembled. A hand lies on her hunting knife, just in case. This is reconnaissance, not a challenge. As much as she loves to fight, she knows she can’t take all of them and leave unscathed. | ||||||||
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