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This is the alias I (Rynjin) will be using, but I'm making him a Cavalier (Daring Champion) I think. Though, it would be fun to play a Paladin, maybe. Hm. I think backstory would be the same either way: He wanted to be a Knight, and joined a Round Table tournament to prove his worth, but was beaten. So, he does good works to gain experience and help people, and hopefully prove himself worthy of knighthood in other ways.
John charges off into danger alone. He was later buttf$~+ed and murdered by Ogres. RIP in pizza John.
"Man, that boar fight took forever. I feel like we're forgetting something though."
"Norebo, Shelyn, guide my hammer." John intones.
John moves in, flanking with Aldern, and swings his hammer.
"Shelyn appreciates beauty in all its forms. A performer like you would go far in her service. Many of the Temples double as art exhibits or music halls." He smiles wryly. "I myself am not particularly talented in any artistic area, my talents lie in other directions. But I appreciate the talent and effort it takes to produce such works."
"Thank you. Comedy is one of the many arts every devotee of Shelyn should try to master."
"Yeah, all this waiting is really starting to boar me." "I want to get around to hunting them so afterward we can pig out." "It'll be great, in the outdoors, under the tusk-an sun, not a care in the world."
"Similar names?"
"Ah well. I'm sure your great-great-great-great grandma loves you all the same, even if you are pretty small for a dragon."
"Shelyn sends me where I am needed, and I am a champion of her causes. And it seems that I am indeed needed here, with all these goblins about."
"That could be fun. We can make a great meal of it, perhaps bring one back to the town to lighten spirits."
John yawns and stretches as he rises from bed. He gives Ameiko a friendly nod and a smile when he gets downstairs, and looks around the tavern floor to get a sense of its patrons.
Hey, I'm at least as handsome as she is. john thinks, but is too polite to say anything out loud. He shakes his head to rid it of such trivial thoughts and snaps into medic mode. "I'm going to see if there's anyone I can still help." He starts looking around for any injured unconscious civilians, and when he finds them he lays his hand on them, praying to Shelyn for strength. While he lacks the materials or the skill to do more than first aid, he can use his Divine connection to stop bleeding and bind a person's soul to their body.
John rushes to another goblin.
John smashes his target.
"Shelyn help me I don't think I'll ever get used to all this blood. Sometimes I think I should have chosen a cleaner weapon." John sighs.
John moves up to the nearest goblin. "There was no reason for that!"
"That dog's in trouble! Let's go!" John shouts, and runs off towards the sound.
John moves up to the nearest goblin and swings his hammer.
"It seems you've made your choice." John says sadly.
He swings his hammer overhanded at the goblin, but only accomplishes getting it muddy.
John addresses the goblins. "I'll give you one chance to surrender and throw yourselves on the mercy of The Eternal Rose." Assuming they refuse, he draws his hammer.
"Goblins!" John screams, unnecessarily.
"How does she make such delicious salmon?"
"It's times like these I wish there was a way to capture images quickly. Being able to keep special moments like this would be nice."
"I'm afraid not. Do you know if they're giving any away around here?"
"Yes, I believe he said he's a ko bowl."
"Hey now, no need to be hostile. She never implied you were human, or a kid. Just short. Which, you have to admit, you kind of are." he gives his most winning smile.
"I think it's a midget in a suit actually."
"That little girl over there. She's really good, you should get her to draw one for you." "She only seems to do cats though."
John wanders around the festival grounds, reveling in the general air of good cheer and optimism. I am ever amazed by the beauty even the simplest of things can provide. he thinks happily to himself, stopping at a face painting booth, where a little girl is practicing her artistic skills with great enthusiasm. He looks over the lopsided whiskers and squiggly stripes drawn on his face in a mirror and smiles at the girl. "It's perfect. May Shelyn's grace watch over you." he says, smiling kindly at the young girl, and meaning it sincerely. Now if only I could figure out why I'm here...not that I'm complaining about being sent to such a nice place for a change, but I'm rarely called to some place that is completely at peace.
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