2 days of no activity. Kinda makes me sad. I will try to have something up this evening. If not by then, definitely come morning! :D

Where did Ajax come from? Could have sworn he was putting his foot down on the mystery-tricky half-statements of the maid...

Where did Ajax come from? Could have sworn he was putting his foot down on the mystery-tricky half-statements of the maid...

@vietmyke She's not. I just wanted to see what you 2 were doing so I could possibly make mine longer. Everyone should know by now I have the shortest posts.

Tarden of the Fair Lands [+]

Name: Tarden of the Fair Lands, or Tarrey to his friends

Species: Human Male

Age: 37

Description:
Tarden is of slightly lean build, and stands a bit taller than the average Waeldershorian citezen at 6'2''
He wears brownish and orangey cloths draped over hardened cloth armour, almost fully covering his arms and torso. He keeps his head wrapped up with the same coloured materials leaving only his eyes visible. He is instantly recognisable as foreign due to his dark skin visible through the eye slit and his distinctive accent
On his back he wears a large sack with all his belongings and a war pick, not often seen in these parts and liberally decorated in red cloths. He also often has a small wooden shield on his forearm, which is also concealed beneath red cloths, all of which follow his blows and sweep through the air with every attack

Personality: Despite being a foreigner, he remains open to new company, and finds the drinks of this land are a great ice-breaker.
Although he is met with mistrust, he tries to be open and honest in his dealings, and will always stop to help a fellow in need
Tarden deeply misses his homeland as much as he has a thirst for exploration. Some events can tip him over to one side more than the other, but it tends to balance out

Skills/Abilities:
- Tarden has inherited a natural hardiness from his homeland, and from travelling around. This and his clothes give him a good resistance to the elements
- Tarden is of a good build, never having been hard on his luck and constantly traveling means he can overpower an average human
- The people of the fair lands are famous for their quick firing of small bows, and although he does not bear such a weapon, Tarden is also very quick. This does not translate very well to his war-pick, but in most other activities he can exercise good and extremely quick dexterity. Nothing superhuman, but sometimes impressive
- From smithing farming tools to using them to cultivate a field, travelling has granted Tarden many skills in all areas

Magic:
The people of the fair lands have a distaste for magic of almost all kinds, but still develop and use minor artefacts and tinctures to counter both superstitions and real mana alike. Tarden possesses such items like
- A small bell that when rung echoes back from enchantments in a small area around him, including people under enchantments (however the reliability of this power is subject to the winds of magic/plot!)
- A knot of rope made from the hair of goat’s firstborn. When drenched in alcohol it lets off a distinct vapour that when inhaled protects against any sort of magical influence (allegedly)
- An extremely bouncy and soft rock, and another small rock that almost acts like a magnet towards it
- A lucky coin! Which for some reason no matter how hard Tarden tries he can’t get rid of it, like his father before him and his father before him. Passed on from generation to generation, when discarded it just appears in Tarden’s pocket again shortly afterwards. Aside from that it doesn’t appear to have any use

Backstory: The fair lands is situated far to the south of Waeldershore, and is known for it’s deserts and songs. The latter of which are sung throughout daylight hours in the village hall of every settlement passing over every dry wooden hut there, lifting the atmosphere in such a way that visitors find magical. It is said that in times past folk made a deal with the sand spirits, that the land would belong to man as long as man’s sweet song kept the sand spirits in their slumber. It is also said that every sandstorm is a sand spirit waking up, and the rains are the spirit's dreams breaking through to reality
Tarden’s village came under threat from a rival peoples, and he was tasked with delivering a ruby idol to their clan to appease them. He was ambushed on the way, losing everything he had. When he returned home they banished him, and last he heard the sand reclaimed all that was once there
Since then he has been travelling across the world, and although he misses his homeland he still longs to see every corner of the world, working as a farmer here, a mercenary there or a sailor over there. He enjoys the life he leads and the people he meets.

Am I too late to jump in?