Male Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 1 (Starsoul)
Randovich glances darkly to the men kneeling before the statue. His fists clench and fire dances in his eyes, but keeps his tongue as they are lead to the man who seems to be in charge. With the introductions complete, he steps towards Laval, making no gesture of greeting or formal address.
Male Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 1 (Starsoul)
Randovich turns to a Celina with a weary sigh, a resigned look on his face.
Male Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 1 (Starsoul)
"The state of your soul is not a thing a care to ponder. In any case, let's not let him get too far ahead. "
Male Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 1 (Starsoul)
Randovich watches them depart, his gaze following the golem until its heavy footfalls take it out of sight. Considering the man's words, he turns back to his companions.
Male Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 1 (Starsoul)
As they make their way through the streets of Kaer Maga, Randovich's head is constantly swinging back and forth, his eyes wide and a mixture of awe and anxiety painted on his youthful face. Every sight, sound, and smell seems a wonder to him, and he appears to be having some trouble digesting it all. The tightly packed clusters of apartments in the wall seem especially unnerving to him.
Male Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 1 (Starsoul)
Randovich makes his way slowly down the stairs, still frazzled but looking a bit cleaner. He seems to be carrying everything he came in with, his bulging backpack clinging tightly to his form, and his walking stick clicking loudly on the floor as he makes his way to Torald and Esfana. For several seconds he simply stands silently, as if waiting for direction from another.
Male Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 1 (Starsoul)
Randovich looks to the Varisian woman for a moment, but shyly casts his eyes back to his stew, his spoon directing what is left of it in a slow and lazy spiral. In Varisian: Spoiler: "I have been given to no family. I've left my caravan of my own accord so I can render them no further harm."
Male Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 1 (Starsoul)
Alright, how about we call it the Keldrash caravan. They have a particular affinity for the evening sky and they're elders are practiced astrologers. They're quick to read omens and portents in whatever they see. They're noted for their skill at animal husbandry, and many are accomplished storytellers.
Male Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 1 (Starsoul)
Randovich offers a derisive snort in spite of morose fashion and mutters to the air. "Perhaps I should not be so eager to offer ale to strangers. A pint in their blood, and they play as much boor as the rapscallions they look down upon."
Male Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 1 (Starsoul)
The young Varisian gives a nod and a shrug - all in all a rather clumsy gesture.
Male Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 1 (Starsoul)
All of the lights flash bright red for a moment before vanishing. Randovich looks up, a hint of fear showing in his eyes.
Male Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 1 (Starsoul)
He frowns as he looks to Esfana
Male Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 1 (Starsoul)
Randovich finally sits with a deep sigh and indulges himself in his stew for several moments before offering a response. He looks up slightly, but his gaze never rises to eye-level, and tangled strands of black hair partialy obscure his boyish face.
Male Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 1 (Starsoul)
He offers a hasty nod in thanks to the barmaid, then collects his stew and ale before making his way to the table were everyone seems to be congregating. He simply stands behind a chair for several moments, eyes trained keenly on his feet, then finally looks up, holding out his glass.
Male Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 1 (Starsoul)
The young Varisian seems to shrink into himself as he moves across the room towards the bar counter. He works very hard not to meet anyone's gaze, even staring down at the counter as he addresses one of the barmaids in what is little more than a whisper. "How much is it for a room?"
Male Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 1 (Starsoul)
Randovich looks nervously at the inn. He's not too fond of crowds these days, but he's also hungry, and the prospect of a real bed is more than he can pass u. Very familiar with pickpockets and having heard legends of the scruples in cities such as this, he cluthes his coin purse tightly and steps inside.
Male Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 1 (Starsoul)
Nice! I think I'll follow suit, especialy since the picture I've chosen only vaguely resembles the character I've envisioned. Randovich is a handsome Varisian youth, his soft features making it apparent that he is not past 16 years old. His skin is the typical ruddy olive complexion of his Varisian kin, and rich black hair curtains down to his mid-neck. His eyes were formerly a deep mahogany in color, but with his sorcerous talent emerging, they have become a brilliant sapphire hue that is nearly unheard of in his people, though he is not yet aware of this change. He favors colorful but practical attire - chiefly cured leather breeches with a matching vest, and a loose and flowing undershirt. When traveling, he wears a cloak, but he always sports a number of embroidered scarves, and sometimes when he spots a bauble or a piece of cloth he finds striking, it will be added to his outfit. Currently, he is visibly dishelved. His hair is tussled and unwashed and a sparse stubble clings to his cheeks. His clothes show several minor tears and are in need of a good washing, though they're still far from ruined. His walk is a resigned one. He tends to hang his head and not look others in the eye, his slouched posture presenting the air of an individual that is less than sure of themselves.
Male Human (Varisian) Sorcerer 1 (Starsoul)
Randovich takes a moment to look up at the monolithic walls of the city. They dwarf anything he has yet seen in his life, and the awe which they inspire cause him to forget for a moment the dirt clinging to his clothing and the sharp hunger gripping his belly. It is only a moment though. He kisses the tips of his fingers and touches them to the vibrant green scarf he wears about his neck - a color of wisdom and discipline to his people. Then, he draws his cloak tightly about himself and approaches the gate. |