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Still fidgeting with his rapier, Arunor gives the councilwoman a nod before he speaks. "Aye, I will gladly partake in hunting bandits, for as long as the payment reflects the deed." His eyes trail across the room, finding each of the other adventurers in turn. "What say you, shall we leave at once and confront said mercenary? It would seem that this task requires our attention post haste, lest said Lady meets her end prior to our payment."
"At least now I know they are neither mercs nor bandits. Intriguing." Nimbly shoving himself off the bar, the masked man takes quick steps towards the councilwoman, as if triggered by her words. "I am certain a hunt for bandits would be quite the more profitable than hunting a phantom stag, wouldn't you say?" Nodding his head to those present, as if for them to acknowledge his words.
His fingers dancing restlessly atop his rapiers hilt as he speaks.
"It would appear that we have eavesdroppers listening in to our conversation, barkeep." Nodding as a gesture of politeness towards the barkeep, Blacksheaf makes a calm turn towards the three adventurers discussing his conversation with Kale. He leans his back towards the counter, one foot elevated and his arms resting on the bar. "A talking white stag and frozen lakes..? Surely she must be somewhat touched." "I could not help but overhear the three of you discussing my conversation with this fine barkeep of ours, strangers. It would appear that most curious things are brewing around this fine little town, perhaps coins can be made if, say, someone where to investigate? Should the stag not be able to tell us his story, I am most certain that it's skin would fill our purses all." "Perhaps one of the brutes know better than I how to track a wild beast?" The young man takes half a bow, resting his right arm on his abdomen and lowering his head just enough to still remain eye contact with the three. "Arunor Blacksheaf, at your service."
"Cleaning tables? Charming." "Do pardon my.. appearance, some times I forget that it might seem a bit.. well, peculiar." A moment pauses, awkwardly, but not long enough to startle anyone. The young man leans forward across the counter, nimble fingers sliding across the bar. His voice lowers to a whisper, while blue eyes glance suspiciously from side to side, taking notice of the elderly elf entering the tavern. "I humbly thank you for the offer, but I was perchance hoping to obtain, well.. rumours of late. My stay here has not been long and I hope to set out within a night or two, hopefully with more coins in my purse than I arrived with. The temperature seems to be dropping at a most strange time of year as well."
"Cold. There is nothing worse than the cold. Unusual." Beneath a weary hood, cold blue eyes glare off into the distance, unfocused. Distant. A young, slender man rubs his palms together with unease as his sight settles upon the Silver Stout. Promises of warmth beckon him, not unlike a sirens song. He rose no taller than most men of his kin, nor shorter. Clad in leather from head to heel, some would perhaps find the man dashing where it not for the mud on his boots and dirt on his clothes. The man sighed to himself, and let his eyes rest a moment. His neck felt sore, reminding him well of too many hours awake, and too few asleep, the last couple of days. He allowed himself a few seconds to gaze upon the evening sky, drifting away to another place. Another life. "Enough." His left hand reaches his face and for a moment he is startled. For a moment he forgets. A grey mask welcomes the touch of his fingertips, cold and hard. Behind it, he can feel the cold biting at his skin and he moans gently at the pain. Every beat of his heart echoes through the mask and onto his hand. Unbearable. A few steps leads him closer to the warmth, and as he swings the doors open - the pain whimpers and shrinks away. The tavern is crowded this eve, more so than to his liking. Beyond a few tables and cheerful commoners, the young elven man notices a couple he had not seen earlier this day. "Mercenaries? Bandits perhaps?" He picks up his stride, nodding politely to those that turn to face him, and ends his steps a few feet aside the two travellers. Lean fingers rest upon the hilt of his rapier, his eyes suspicious but soon focused upon the female barkeep rather, as to not draw unwanted attention. "A coin for a rumour, barkeep? I am looking for work."
Arunor also merrits the Restless Wayfarer trait, but he has lived in Lionsguard for a few months, having come down from the mountains to the east beforehand. I am not sure I managed to portray his restless spirit well enough in his profile, but hopefully some light has been cast upon his reason for leaving Lionsguard and why he is searching for fortune and adventure. As far as Arunor is concerned, he is only stopping by Heldren to stock up on three items of interest: rumors, gossip and supplies.
A pleasure to make your acquaintance, everyone! Again, thank you for selecting Blacksheaf, I am very much looking forward to adventuring with all of you. I will make sure my character is prepared for the upcoming journey, post haste. I feel an introduction of myself is in order. I'm 27 years old, a student of History on my second year and used to work in security and waiting/bartending. Now I work in the biggest Zoo in Norway, though mostly just during the summer. Looking forward to getting to know the lot of you through the course of our adventure!
I went somewhat crazy with Arunor's background, motivation and personality - without casting too much light upon him and attempting to reveal how he somewhat functions as a person. Hope you like it, and he should be much more suited towards a Neutral Good personality now.
All right, should be fixed now.
Thank you, sir. Would consider changing his alignment to Neutral Good or Chaotic Neutral, as I do not picture Arunor as entirely evil. I picture him more so as capable of using other people and unsavoury means to reach his personal goals. If Neutral Good, he wouldn't go to any lengths to do this, certainly.
Haven't played in ages, and never done this campaign before. Submitting in hopes that Arunor gets picked up. Bio and statistics in the profile. |
