Daemon nods at Andrin's reply, "I understand that, Andrin. However, what exactly is our proverbial plan of 'attack'?"
He pauses a moment before looking to Sandru, "And how far are we from Brinewall at this point?!"
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*grovel* We are not worthy!
By bedrolls, I mean a singular bedroll.
I have bedrolls, but no tent.
Daemon sighs after finishing his bowl of soup, a small but genuine smile upon his face after eating, his stomach finally satiated after the perimeter check. As he usually does, he tunes Koya's story out, her drab and always illogical stories never able to hold his attention for long. His intelligence always got the best of him, even when it came to his own religion. He clears his throat after her story, speaking up to the whole group. "So, perhaps we should discuss our next steps? Where are we headed too, for starters. How are we going to begin our search?"
Daemon sighs as he stands, stretching his arms wide as he surveys the surrounding area. He reaches down, grabbing his coat disguised armor and dawns the heavier coat, the deceivingly protective garment accenting his broad shoulders. He steps over the edge of the wagon and hops down to the ground, landing with an "Ooof!", the long jacket flaring as the tip of his long-sword's sheath flares into view. He looks to Sandru and announces, "I'll give the perimeter a check, see if there is any potential problems about."
The now oddly, and neatly shaven Inquisitor removes his armored coat as they depart, and tosses the heavy garment nearby his seat. He smiles as he listens to the bickering between his compatriots, but stays to himself. He had decided he should shave before the trip, as it would have plenty of time to grow to it's usual scruff. "Cards only get you into trouble, Goldilocks. Especially when it comes to playing with Ameiko - you always lose your pride."
OH... And I have a mental image of shooting it just like 'Face' does when shooting at the UAV's while they're falling in the tank. Shaking his head and all crazily screaming 'YEAH! YEAH GET SOME!' with a maniacal laugh.
F#$% Master Chief... ODST all the way!
I am also on board. I would love to see anyone try to take us on with a ballista. They'd probably crap their pants.
I think that may be the best idea.
These are the jobs I believe that Daemon could fulfill... Guard, Healer, Scout, Spellcaster, or Trader. I, honestly, think that Scout would suit his role the best, considering his attention to detail. However, sense rolls can be changed every 24 hours to match the needs of the caravan, we can rotate them around if needed.
Daemon looks at the lead thug, shaking his head. He casts a spell, but shouting aloud in an angry voice, "You would mind to play follow the leader before one of you gets hurt!"
Daemon looks the man and his compatriots over more carefully to get a better idea of their background, focusing on symbols or emblems. His eyebrow cocked high, having no doubt in Shalelu's capabilities of handling herself, even while intoxicated - but still tensing to prepare for any possible outbreaks. He lowers his hand to his waist, preparing to access his longsword if it so becomes necessary.
"Well, I sure do pity the goblin matron." Daemon laughs lightheartedly. Looking towards the newest presumed member of their band, he introduces everyone. "I am Daemon. You also have Koveluss" he motions with his hand, "Lirrathan - commonly known as Goldilocks" grinning slyly at the nickname, pausing for effect before continuing. "Then you have Andrin and Yosric..." He looks at the empty chair with slight confusion. "Where is Yosrick?!"
Daemon smiles as his comrades jolly and drink to the previous events of their adventure. His hands idly running over the wooden holy symbol of Iomedae he had inherited from his mother, his mind focusing on the learning’s he had received from his upbringing. He knew full well that the past few days were just the beginning of the adventures this troop would endure. The edging of his faith and his perceptive skills leading him to that same conclusion within every mental scenario he could come up with. His smile grew as he gets mentally distracted, realizing for the first time in an extremely long time, since his mothers passing, he felt as if he belonged. Returning the symbol back into his pocket, he grabs hold of his own mug and quaffs it in one gulp, laughing at Sandru’s last comment towards the new comer. “Leave the poor lad alone Sandru! You two have just reacquainted after some time – the least you could do is give the lad a chance to embarrass himself first!”
Well, he and I have an advantage. We live in Indianapolis. ^_^
I, myself, have been on the road for work for the past 6 weeks. I was without viable interwebs for a while due to it. However, I was relocated to a new Hotel in my final week, so I'm back up and running. I'm glad everyone is O.K.
Did everyone die?! 0.o
Daemon eyes Ameiko with obvious concern, his lips drawn into a slight downward curl. His eyes go from Andrin with his statement, back to the Wakizashi, then to Ameiko's eyes. He maneuvers a bit closer to the woman, grabbing a bar stool along the way and setting it just behind her to give her a place to sit, all before speaking in a lowered voice. "What ever you choose to do with this information, Ameiko, you have my aid." He places a reassuring and comforting hand upon her shoulder with a slight smile.
Daemon smiles at Yosrick's joke as Andrin returns to the Rusty Dragon. He keeps to himself, in deep thought as the current events are discussed. He turns his piercing attention to Ameiko once she begins explaining the Wakizashi, listening carefully the details of her words as she reads the note. Closing his eyes as she speaks the words aloud. His nose scrunches in slight ripples, his lips pursing upwards in a sign of disbelief and worry as she reads the signature at the bottom of the note. He takes in a breath of air through his nose and exhales slowly through his mouth before speaking worriedly, "Ameiko... Are you alright?" His eyes open slowly after speaking his caring words, examining her facial expression and body postures.
HP Roll Of course it would be ME who rolls the worse. The curse continues.
Daemon's is fully leveled up, with exception of HP. Everything else should be good to go! Oh... And... Vandell, ewwwwwww.
I had let my friend Roidrage know - I believe he should be PMing you with interest and possibly even a concept.
I am still around as well.
The inquisitor's aching muscles would force him to set the wooden chest down as Yosrick does, with a bit of a 'hoof' escaping his lungs. He moves his right hand to his opposite bicep and rubs at it cautiously, frowning a bit at the exhaustion his muscles have just endured. "The goblins were only lashing out in fear, it would seem. There was a tainted treasure stolen from these undead Minkan Soldiers, as Yosrick calls them, and the Goblins had taken them unknowingly. We have made an accord with their new leader - he has promised to never attack the city, or any passerby's again. Otherwise he will have to deal with us." He clears his throat a moment, "Aside from that, this treasure was being guarded by an undead force as Yosrick says, and we're not quite sure why. The room where this undead captain was, had no clues within it. He did have a few peculiar things to say, however..." Daemon's voice trails off as he remembers the dying words of the undead creature.
Daemon's eyes follow Lirrathan as he maneuvers through the brush ahead of the group. He chuckles in his head, but shows only a sly grin as he watches the elf, unable to help but think he tries to hard sometimes. "I suppose that's true. And no, I do not believe gangrene is a concern. Don't hassle him too much, at least he isn't complaining." He tries his hardest not to pant as he talks, due to the hefty weight of the chest.
Helping Yosrick carry the heavy wooden container, he concentrates on the past events of the fallen undead warrior. Contemplating his downfall, wondering if he, himself, wouldn't be adverse to such a fate. He quickly shakes it off his mind, deciding to start up a conversation. "You were rather quick to discern this chests Origin's, Yosrick. Have you been to Tian Xai?!"
Training with one of the main NPC's may be a pliable method, especially considering Sandru & Ameiko's prior adventuring.
He grins before answering, "The foundation cracking from Lirrathan's massive ego." He continues back to his investigation.
Daemons head twitches and he puts a finger to his lips giving a frightened look to the group, hinting to be quiet. Once they comply, he'll say, "Did you all hear that?".
Welcome welcome welcome.
After giving up the key he had found, Daemon decides to take a different route of approach as the group settles on their material infatuations. He turns his attention to the room around him, looking to see if he can figure out who, or what, this samurai used to be. Where is he from, What was he guarding, Why choose undeath to protect it? He scans the walls of the room giving it a good look as Yosrick works to identify the containers content. He would even include the container, if possible, in his 'search'.
Daemon seems oddly quiet, a solemn demeanor in his posture. He kneels beside the dust on the ground, running a hand through the coarse, grimy material, letting it slowly fall from his enclosed hand. Almost as if muttering a prayer to Iomedae, he whispers to himself: Whisper:
"It was a foolish reason, but still you fought, and obviously lived, with much honor. Iomedae would be quite proud of that fact. I am unsure if we are worthy... Iomedae will guide us. May your soul rest in peace, honorable warrior. He stands shortly after, looking to rest of the group, seeing an ever curious Yosrick fiddling with the cherrywood chest. He clears his throat slightly before speaking aloud, all while returning his shield to his back and his Morningstar to his belt. "What do we have, Yosrick?"
Well, I have the domain of Glory. It would help me a bit.
^_^ *yoink* Hey look guys! I have some channels!
With great frustration, Daemon squares himself with the undead samurai. His mouth curling into a slight frown at the being's obvious turmoil of his past. He speaks in a soothing yet demandingly forceful voice, "You keep speaking of this perpetual 'honor' and bullheadedness, you must realize your own ignorance. YOU are the one who is still holding a grudge or an irrelevant anger to your past - " Daemon is obviously getting angered by his own words, fueling his next attack, the hair on his neck standing tall as the goosebumps from battle build over his skin. His previous judgement building once again as he maneuvers back into the fray, swinging his Morning star towards the, once old warriors, skeleton ribcage.
Daemon closes his eyes, bringing his morningstar up to his chest as he whispers a prayer of Judgement - calling upon Iomedae's might to bring justice to this evil foe. "Mistress, guide my weapon to return glory to my name. Sully this fallen warriors atrocities and bring him justice" He opens his eyes, his stern and piercing eyes focused on his target as he moves in, fighting not just for himself, but for his Goddess.
And I get a feeling there will be a lot of Faceshielding with Daemon... As he can't... Ya'know... Facepalm... He's holding a shield after all . Anywho... Good luck with the hunt!
"We're not here to Gamble, Lirrathan. A lot more is at stake here than just your life." He pauses a moment as he sizes the undead creature up.
He turns his head to the group speaking in a low voice for, hopefully, only them to hear. "It may be best for me to take on the creature. I may be better equipped to handle any unforeseen magics he has upon him."
Dude, get better. The boards will still be here. (And if they're not, it's probably because of the Apocalypse and we will all have bigger fish to fry...) And by fish, he means Zombies. Seriously though, having lived in Indiana my whole life, things do tend to get very freekish. The mid-west is bi-polar when it comes to storms. Could be 74 and beautiful one day, and 21 and snowing the next. (This actually happened when I was younger... During spring break in April one year.) Get better and hopefully we'll see you around in the future.
I haz interwebtubez again. I'll be posting up when my turn re-arises!
/apologizes profusely for still being absent. Reading on a smart phone is no joy. -.- I'm hoping to have Internet by tomorrow.
I apologize for my silence. I just moved into a new house that I purchased. Interwebs is obviously not hooked up. I'll try to post as soon as I can!!! Currently, I'm estimating weekend or possibly early next week.
*Is over dramatically sprawled across the floor, a huge anime snore bubble protruding from his nose. It pops and wakes him in a jolt* "NO MOM NOT THE ICECREAM SUNDAY!.... Oh. Hai."
*Lurks in a corner of the room, eyes shifting wildly*
An exasperated sigh can be heard from the rear of the group. Anyone whom takes note would notice Daemon shaking his head and rubbing the bridge of his nose with his index and forefinger.
It's alright buddy. Happy Easter everyone.
It's alright, sir. Get what-ever it is better, handled, or whatever it is you have to do to get back on your feet. In the mean time... I have a full weekend of beta testing Tera Online ahead of me... Lets see if En Masse's attempt at Korean conversion truly holds up to my highly preferred American game style. *cracks knuckles*
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