R Red Hand of Doom

Game Master MetalPaladin

Toilday, First of Sarenith

The afternoon sun beats down on you; the air is hot and still. The sparsely settled lands of the Elsir Vale are starting to grow monotonous, with a seemingly endless line of dusty flyspecks of towns. The town of Drellin's Ferry lies a few miles ahead of you. It's a settlement hard on the borders of the Witchwood.

Your reasons for heading to Drellin's Ferry are your own. Whether you plan to stop there, or if it is simply another resting point on your journey is up to you. However, you have joined in with some other travelers along the way. You've struck up simple conversation during the dull travels, so you know something about the two others with you.

Please introduce your character, giving a bit of a physical and social description.

Teras walks alongside his horse, Halasatus, who bears most of his gear. His full plate armor chinking with each step, his movements not hindered by the heavy armor as normal humans would be. His short black hair, olive skin, and golden eyes easily identifying him as Qadiran; he wears no ornate garb his kinsmen are known for. His Earth Breaker mostly resting on his shoulder he occasionally swings his hammer at small rocks and insects along path, obviously showing his youth and relative boredom.

"Then she says 'I baked you a cake!'" Teras continued. "We saved this princess from an evil kappa king and all we got was a cake." He flashed his perfect teeth and smile waiting for his companions reaction.

Walking just ahead of Teras and the others, Red stops and blinks for a moment. His chain shirt shines in the bright sun, which he shifts uncomfortably. He lets his longspear rest on the ground for a moment, more to strike a solid pose than anything else.
Swinging his masterwork backpack to the other shoulder, he addresses Teras' story.

"I don't get it. How did you take down a kappa king all by yourselves? They're supposed to be nearly unbeatable."

Red stands at just barely 5'6", but talks as if he is much larger. He had just finished boasting about how he had converted a raiding party of goblins into a first-rate militia for a local town. His green eyes glisten as he reflects on his earlier adventures, and has been eagerly awaiting the end of Teras' story so that he can tell another one of his.