On Broken Ground
Jigano Silversmith
the Sage
Provost of the Loreseekers Soul Shepherd
Portal Guardian
Age: 36 | Height: 6'2" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 12 - Strg: 30 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 38 - Luck: 42 - Int:
ISUMA - Mythical - Griffin (Venomous)
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He had circled the outskirts of the hollowed ground when he'd first arrived, pacing the limits of the cage that bound them but instinctively staying a safe distance from the strange barrier that kept them all in... and the world beyond, out.

He hadn't been on Caido long enough to explore even all there was to offer within the limits of their cage, though some places he knew far better than others by now. Still, with all the talk of slaying the spire monster and breaking the barrier, Jigano had decided it was time to come and do a little experimenting of his own, and to test the limits of what was known.

Isla had warned them not to get too close, and he intended to heed her words just as he had with the Spire itself, but there were still things he could learn just from walking in human form, studying the dusty stones, the ashy dirt, the way most life seemed to avoid the area nearest the barrier, and those small creatures he saw were often... changed.

The bard had just squatted down to investigate a small corpse - a squirrel, but one with too many eyes and a body covered in sores - making notes in a little journal already half-filled with his writing. His clothing was simple but well-made, in pale greens and greys, and a thick grey-furred cloak helped to both keep him warm and blended in with the wintry landscape. He hummed softly to himself as he worked - not a happy tune, but a slightly worried one as he took a stick to gently prod the little body over to its other side while he continued his examination.

Edden
Edden Moor
Explorer

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#2
The edges of Edd's mouth curled downward as he stooped, looking at the small. greasy shrub that had tried to push its way through the dirt. It was tiny, smaller than any plant he'd ever seen, and the goldenrod yellow flower at the top looked pitiful. Emaciated, as they all were. No sustenance, nothing to find in this hard land. Still, Edden was used to that, and when he stood, it took a second for the burning in his thighs to recede. He stretched purposefully, his whole body shaking, and looked around.

The grounds were all he'd ever known, but he couldn't escape the feeling that there was more, hidden somewhere. The Spire Demon was their gaoler, but that didn't mean there was nothing to be seen in their jail. He trailed along the edge of the bubble, eyes peeled for anything strange. It was all strange.

He saw someone crouched, examining something, and crouched himself. He crept along the outer edge, the bow slung across his back remaining in place. It was unlikely bandits would be here, looking at flora and fauna, but that didn't mean it was impossible. Still, he'd like to investigate the situation before making himself known. In a hard land, hard choices had to be made, and if he could slip away without having to confront the man, he would. As he drew closer, the soft noise of a hum reached him, and he stopped moving to strain his ears to hear. He didn't know the tune, but it was sad, distant. It reminded him of the songs he heard in taverns, the croonings of a love-weary bard who's lost too much or too long ago.

After a few moments, Edden straightened himself and resolved to speak to the man. He cleared his throat loudly and hailed the man, walking over slowly with his hands in the air.

"Good day," he called with his hands raised, showing he was holding no weapons. "Are you lost?"

Jigano Silversmith
the Sage
Provost of the Loreseekers Soul Shepherd
Portal Guardian
Age: 36 | Height: 6'2" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 12 - Strg: 30 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 38 - Luck: 42 - Int:
ISUMA - Mythical - Griffin (Venomous)
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#3
Bandits tended not to bother the bard - or at least, never more than once. In Caido, at least, he'd been lucky enough not to be accosted yet, though he'd heard of others being less lucky. The Attuned was normally more on his guard, but he had a bad habit of letting his research distract him, and his focus on the task at hand could occasionally make his surroundings fade away.

At last he noticed the very loud and obvious clearing of a throat, and he blinked and straightened slowly, turning to look at the man who approached him through the crisp snow. He wasn't particularly worried - if someone had wanted to ambush him they would have attacked without warning - but he was curious, especially at how careful the other man was being. The lorekeeper had a slender, swept-hilt rapier at his side but he didn't both to reach for it as the stranger hailed him with apparent good will.

Jigano was still cautious, of course, but it was certainly an improvement on how the assassin had accosted him!

"Not at all, friend. Just doing a bit of research on the barrier." He tilted his head, tucking his marking stick behind an ear as he took in Edden's appearance. "I'm Jigano, bard at the Rathskeller and lorekeeper-at-large, though mostly of the Atheneum these days. What brings you out this way, mister...?" One white brow rose in invitation to the stranger's name.


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