I don't mind changing to a wizard. How many cavaliers have been submitted?
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Ok, background and appearance are done. I'll be working on all the other little bits when as i can.
Oh cool. I will give a reason for my answer in my background and also give reasons why I didn't pick the other 2.
3. Victory for my army Did you come up with these questions yourself?
This sounds awesome. The character I'm presenting here needs to be redone completely but the theme of his back story will remain the same. I don't have time to work on it at the moment. I will try and have it done later tonight or sometime tomorrow.
Going to stay current on this. I want to see the story unfold. Good luck to everyone involved.
Faulkner looks and watches both Angus and Jethnash move towards the door. "Look at those two getting all puffed up like an angry cat. Hey you two know its just a woodsman right? He shouts to them before returning his attention to Zelda. "A happy story isn't something one with my looks has to tell He runs his finger down a particulary nasty scar that leads to his mutilated ear. "From what i was told i was a slave in a hobgoblin war band. I escaped somehow but don't remember it. I was found not to far from where the Professor lived at the time and he healed my body and mind the best he could before setting me off to find the creatures that did this to me." He shakes his head realizing something. "What is compelling us to share these tails? We just met!"
Faulkner moves to be next to Zelda. "Well I met him while I was still just a lad and now i'm here to say my goodbye's in the unhallowed place. Whats your story miss?
Faulkner entered the room he thought was the best of the bunch. He wasn't too impressed with the quite common accommodations it served. Closing the door behind him he made way and dropped his pack by the bed glad to be rid of the weight at least for a night. He began to disrobe but stopped when he noticed his door was open. "Odd"." he said aloud before closing the door once more. Before he even reached the bed he heard the old hinges creek as the door slowly opened again. He stood there puzzled and thought it would be worth it to see if there were any casters who could be playing pranks on him. He didn't make the best first impression among the other guests after all. Donning his armor and sword belt he strolls back to the main chamber getting the feeling that someone is fallowing him. Quickly noticing many of the patrons gathered around the bar Faulkner walks up and gets the end of the conversation. "So i'm not the only one being haunted then." He states to no one in particular.
Falkner nods at the barkeep then turns to Jethnash "Like I said pale skin, precedance. Now if you and you" he nods to Zadrol, "Wll be so nice to excuse me i'm going to get first pick on a room ." He throws a gold piece on the table for the barkeep. Falkner pulls out what can only be identified as wood from a pocket and begins to chew on it before packing off to the rooms.
Falkner shifts so he has a better view of Zadrol and gives a calm reply. Just as long as we are understood. I don't need you thinking you have precedence just because i'm a half blood.
Falkner turns to the two newest patrons. "Hey, you both need to wait utnil I get one."
Falkner looks at a letter that he received some time ago and matches the name of the lodge in the letter to the one that is before him. A gust of wind catches the door as he opens it causing it to slam against the wall. Embarrassed he waves an apology to the guests before approaching the bar a few feet away from the other patrons. He stairs at the stunned bartender for a moment before he realizes he isn't the most handsome in the room. He quivers at the memories of being maimed and mutilated by hobgoblins in his youth. The scaring on his face and mutilated ears always give strangers a morbid first impression of the half-elf. Most would probably think his jerks are just shivers due to his lack of winter clothing opting to only wear a light cloak with a pair of heavy pants and well worn boots. He drops a large pack of gear to the floor beside him spreading snow all over. Sir, how much are rooms? |