Thanks for considering. Had fun in the discussion thread. Good game to the four that made it.
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Soul doesn't recall hearing of any ironbloom mushrooms before. He looks around at the group in the building and realizes his youth makes his knowledge base very limited. He sighs audibly and then hears the comment about werewolves. "I may not know what or where to find these items but I will most assuredly lend my expertise in armed combat. Especially against such crimes against nature as lycans and other dark creatures!" As Soul says this he subconsciously adjusts the silver scythe on his back. He looks around at the group and wonders if his offer of aid will be needed with so many capable individuals answering the call.
It really does help. I like being able to build on Soul's personality. So even if he does not make it it this game I may be able to use him in another. I can already see ideas forming on where to take him.
Awesome. Good luck to everyone! If I don't get chosen I wanted to let everyone know that the IC posts have been fun. Thanks!
Soul follows Zova inside and stands just to her right and slightly behind her.He looks to Laurel. "All or most of us have come to help with the issue you are facing." He holds up a flyer towards the two women in the store.
Soul stops again and waits patiently considering Hounds words. "What you say is true. In my youth I tend to act before I think sometimes. Even the most patient people can be impatient at times. I agree with you Hound, we should send in a message to this lady Laurel." Realizing he is being rude he stops trying to peer under Hounds hood. Soul moves slightly off to the side further from the sick and takes a relaxed stance as he waits for word to be sent to Laurel.
Soul watches all of the new people arrive and listens to their conversation. He then sees the woman who was carrying the wolf carcass approach. His gaze falls on Amori. "Well met! My name is Soul Albrack and I have come to talk to Ms. Laurel about this flyer I read earlier." He pulls a flyer out from inside his cloak and hands it to Amori."I was just about to head into her shop when I was stopped by Sir Zova and this gentleman here." Indicating the first two people who had stopped him. "I am going to head in and find out what is happening." He starts to head around everyone but then stops and looks at the hooded man regarding what he said about lycans. The man's lisp sounding odd. He tries to get a better look at the man's face."Good day Hound. I too hunt these foul creatures," He shifts the scythe slowly on his back as he talks. "along with other nightmares in this region." He pats the heavy flail at his side. "I was just heading to see Laurel, anyone wishing to join me should come. This town needs help and all of us just standing around with the sick is not helping matters."
Soul's eyes seem to harden when Zova mentions lycans and his posture tenses. "I only thought this an illness but if lycans are involved I will gladly slaughter every...last...one...of...them." Each word spoken crisp, clearly and loud enough for others around to hear. His eyes seem to burn with a hatred from somewhere deep within. Shadows of the past cross his face and race through his mind.
Soul stops abruptly a genuine smile creasing his face. "Maybe I will kill two birds with one stone here." "Well met sir and..." He stops for a second as the woman guard approached. "...ma'am, my name is Soul Albrack. I have been waiting in this line all morning to see a woman by the name of Laurel. I had read on a flyer that she is looking for help with this sickness..." Soul glances between the man and Sir Zova Lex. "At first I thought that I would wait and be polite but after seeing the increasing number of sick joining the line I thought it best that I try to see this Laurel before things get worse." Soul takes note of the silver long spear on Zova's back, even more respect coming into the tone of his voice. "Am I the first to answer this call or have you two also come to the call for aid?" He does take a second to look back and see if the woman with the wolf also comes his way.
Soul stands patiently in line waiting to see this woman by the name of Laurel. He keeps his eyes trained ahead not directly making eye contact with anyone else in line. Out of his peripherals he notices a woman dragging a wolf and another near by apparently standing guard. "Well this is an interesting turn of events... I wonder why she is dragging that wolf with her." Torn between going over to see what this woman is up to and staying in line, Soul decides that he must see Laurel now and then he can talk to this newcomer. He steps out of line and heads around the people that are lined up making his way for the entrance. "Excuse me... Pardon me... Make way... I must see the owner of this shop." He is polite in his manner but moves with a brisk and urgent pace towards the door. His black cloak flows behind him and his silver scythe gleams on his back in the sunlight as he walks.
Hokina, do you know when you will be making a decision on the group? I did not see a closing date for applicants? Forgive me if I have missed it. :-) Thanks! Also any feedback on Soul would be much appreciated. Thank you!
Here is everything on Soul, it ca also be viewed on his profile! Good luck to everyone who has applied. Soul Albrak
Scythe: Att: +6, Dmg: 2d4+6, Crit: x4
Gear: Backpack (2gp), Bedroll (1sp), 2x Belt Pouch (2gp), Flint & Steel (1gp), (8sp), Silk Rope (10gp), Weapon Cord (1sp), Waterskin (1gp), Whetstone (2cp), Explorer’s Outfit (3gp) Background:
Soul Albrak grew up on a small farm on the Darkmoon Plains near the River Foam between the Candlestone Caverns and Falcon’s Hollow and Arthfell Forest. His family was simple farmers and traded regularly with Falocn’s Hollow. Life was simple though hard. Always working in the fields and watching out for each other. Werewolves, goblins, kobolds and undead were always a risk but never usually a direct threat to the farm. However one day Soul’s father and mother were our near Candlestone Caverns looking for a unique herb that would help with healing a fever his sister had contracted when they were attacked by a swarm of undead that came out of the cavern. Soul’s father put up a valiant fight which aided in his mother’s escape. Alas as she ran she saw her husband fall beneath a hoard of the monsters and get devoured. Soul’s mother was never the same after that and Soul’s sister died from the fever because they were not able to get the herb. Soul’s mother eventually succumbed t grief and passed away. Soul was left with only his only remaining relative, his uncle who lived about a mile away closer to the Arthfell Forest. Unfortunately this was not to last either. After only five months of living with his uncle a pack of werewolves from the Arthfell attacked their home after being harassed by some lumberjacks further south. Being only 12 at this time Sould had no defense against the attack and his uncle died protecting him by leading the pack into the woods and way from the house. One stray werewolf left the pack smelling a human in the house. The lycan found Soul and readied an attack but just before pouncing a man with a silver scythe entered the house and decapitated the thing. Knowing the fate of this child’s relative or caretaker, for Richter knew not which, he decided to take him in. After traveling and training with Richter for eight years at the age of 20 Richter and Soul were attacked and separated by a pack of werewolves near Wolfrun Hills. Although Soul was able to handle the single lycan that followed him Richter was not so lucky he was torn to pieces by the pack and left in a pile of flesh and bone for Soul to find. When Soul was able to retrace his steps back to his master what he found broke something inside of him. A flood of suppressed memories from his past, his father, mother, sister, and uncle all resurfaced in his mind. Burning his master’s remains so nothing could touch him again Soul took his master’s silver scythe and headed to Falcon’s Hollow with a vow to kill and destroy any unnatural creature he ever came across. His new mission is to find a group of strong people to help him in this quest knowing full well that strength resides in numbers. Appearance: Soul Albrak stands at 5’-3” and weighs 155lbs. all lean muscle with very little fat on him. He now wears a bloodied black cloak over his adventuring gear, his silver scythe strapped to his back and heavy flail at his side. He has short spiked hair and a mostly clean shaven face with stubble starting to show. His demeanor is sullen as he enters The Sitting Duck in Falcon’s Hollow. His boots are muddy and as he finds a table in the corner to sit and reflect on what just happened not two days ago. Other than recently Soul is usually a kind and happy individual always looking out for adventure and the safety of others. Though now his smile seems to have faded and he is not sure if it will ever return.
Here is the basics of Soul. I will post detailed character stats shortly. Thanks! Posted by Memitim. |