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Just wait until I have a few levels, then pow! I'd be killing things too :P

Loriel curses loudly as the bandit takes a swing at her but luckily manages to evade the blow as she stumbles backwards. Drawing her dagger she takes a swipe at the bandit's out reaching arm as his sweaty body looms over her. Missing the brute all she can do is hope her allies cut down these bandits before the is herself killed.

Loriel looks as surprised as the bandits at Bydar's proclomation and stands in a hurry knocking her plate of stew aside while doing her best to begin cast Mage Armour. One of her hands still rests on the grip of her holstered pistol as she begins chanting. It's markedly strange to hear the soft lilting voice of the mage deepen as the spell begins to take hold forming the words of power she studied the night before.

Heh, my own damn description makes me think "FUS RO DAH!"

Hearing Bydar give the warning that the riders are approaching Loriel closes her spell book and heads for the seats near the fire pit in the courtyard. She’s memorized her spells for the day and now takes a seat and does her best to look like a world weary traveller, which thanks to the recent rains and trip south isn’t that untrue.

Loriel frowns and nods along with Bydar as Cedrica speaks to Oleg. Combing her fringe back with a hand nervously she leans forward and smiles shyly.

"Well I'm not sure how much I can offer in the way of physical support but I'll do what I can to help" she offers in her soft lilting voice.

Loriel follows the group quietly and heads for the main hall after stabling her horse. Before leaving though she takes the saddle bags off of the back of her steed and slings it over her shoulders and hurries after the crowd into the dining hall.

At the entrance she carefully removes her duster and shakes the stray droplets from it before hanging it from a peg in the entryway. She takes her beret off and blows as much water as she can off of the soggy feather stuck in its rim before giving up and placing it back on her head. As she enters the hall she takes a moment to stand near the cooking fire to dry herself off and warm her bones waiting until her teeth no longer wish to chatter before taking a seat at the table and helping herself to a bowel of the stew.

“Yes” she mumbles around a mouth of stew “what was this you were saying about guards?”

Should be sorted now, did it before but forgot to mention it :)

I'll get those extra things sorted in a few minutes, no hero lab for me :P

Loriel trudged through the torrential downpour her face tilted away from the rain, her woollen beret providing minimal protection from the damp. Her leather duster’s collar has been pulled up protecting her thin boyish body as best it can from drips running down the back of her neck. Hearing the other voices rise slightly above the sound of the rain Loriel looks up and sees the lantern’s glow and she gives a slight smile from under the black strands of her hair plastered to her face thanks to the rain.

“Oh finally” she said, sighing with pleasure at the thought of not having to set up for camp once again under the raining skies.

Seeing the outpost however, brought to mind the meeting that had led to her making the trip out this way. A member of the Alchemical guild in Restov had put her in contact with a man who represented the local swordlords when she’s been in town to purchase supplies, a group she’d heard of but had little contact with during her time living along the southern border of Brevoy. The man had told her that if she used the charter he gave her to expand the borders of Brevoy and clear the area of bandits she’d come into a lot of money. That promise of money, and its ability to further her research, is what had motivated her to join up.

Still walking along the path towards the outpost she looked back over her shoulder at the saddlebags lying across the back of her horse. So far they’d kept her spellbook and weapon safe but she was taking no chances, fearing the result if either became damaged. Normally she favoured brighter colours but the rain had turned her blue shirt a blackish colour where it showed from under her jacket and she was wearing her plain leather travelling boots rather then something fancy due to their utility.

Well I guess if a divinity had my back I wouldn't be fleeing my hometown after blowing my dad up :P

Damn, as a group we've taken a fairly good toll on our family members.

Opps, for some reason I had it in my mind that the Familiar was a seperate class ability from arcane bond, it's gone now.

You really are a glutton for punishment, I've tried running more then a couple of PbPs before and it can get fairly hectic :)

I think I have everything needed in the profile but if anythings missing or needs to be expanded on just let me know.

The job of whitling down applicants is not to be envied.

Oh, all my plans have now come to naught! Not really though and I don't think it should hurt anyone else either.

Heh, let the countdown begin and all that. Honestly though there are a lot of really nice submissions. Even if I'm not chosen to play I'll be following the game just to see how these characters develop.

I'd add something to the scene but I don't want to be a follower :P

Seeing Arkady tend to Bednis' wounds Loriel stands up from behind the overturned table she'd been taking cover behind and opens fire on the bandit’s allies crowding the taverns entrance. The crash of the pistol being fired echoes out throughout the tavern and an alchemical stink floods the room as the lead bandit coming to reinforce his companions collapses.

Damn peer pressure...

Alrighty, I've put in my background and hooks, hopefully you enjoy them and I hope they're not too succinct. If you'd rather I expand on them let me know and I'll do my best to provide some additional information. It's my first time making a Spellslinger so I'm probably not the most cutting edge character but I think it'll be fun to play. Anyway, should stop rambling and thanks for the consideration.

So, this is the stats and the like for my Half-elven Spellslinger. I'm writing up a background and the hooks but I'll probably have to put them up in an couple of hours since I need to run around doing some work.