Sable said
I'm drunk right now, but I'm looking through this and I love it. Any spots open?

Sure thing! Give me a sheet. You don't necessarily have to be sober to write one, as my friends Keepvogel and Asyrdar discovered...

I'm drunk myself right now. Shit's going excellent. A good day/night/whatever to you dear sir.

Aaaaaaannnnddddd made my first post.

Name: Keall
Gender: Male
Age: 36 years young
Race: Man of the Fields

Appearance: Keall is a small man of stature. Until he grew a beard he was often seen as a child because of his length. To this day he still has a sliver of youth in his face. He was told to be proud of his hands, capable of perfect precision. Altough they were very small. Being around the sick, and not being outside often made his skin look gray compared to the average man.

Being able to make his own clothing, he wore nothing but comfortable clothes with a lot of hidden pockets. Some for herbs and medicine, others for hidden daggers.

History: Born in the small town of Ergour he helped at his mothers clothing store from an early age. He acquired some handy skills with thread and needle. Though his interest was often piqued by the infirmary. Around the age of 16 he often helped there if he wasnt needed at home. Years later he left searching for the reason his mother died. She had fallen for some sort of illness unknown to him or the apothecary. Because of this reason he left for the lands, together with a stray dog he saved in the town. He named him Maith. Through the hardships of the land he learned to handle himself with a sword. Altough more often saved by his loyal dog than his ability to wield the sword.

Personality: Stubborn, Optimistic. He was often told he is good company, being easy to talk too. And having many stories to tell he heard from sick and wounded travellers.

Skills: Coming from a clothing store hes good with thread and needle, able to repair most of the clothing, if not damaged too much.
Having worked for many years in a infirmary he knows how to treat the wounded, and sick.

Possessions:
- Tailor tools (thread and needle)
- Bandages, healing herbs
- Longsword
- Small dagger
- A ring from his deceased mother
- Dog?

Miscellaneous:

Okay, first roleplay post ever: Check

Lets do this

LEERRROOOOYYYYYY

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Ill get working on my next post tomorrow. Drinking for like 8 hours straight can get tiresome.

How often are we looking to post, by the way? I'm accustomed to 2-3 a week, but can obviously adapt to a point. Probably won't manage 2 a day as full-time work takes its toll.

I don't think a lot of us can manage a pace like that. Things will slow down once we get the show on the road, I'm just getting this conversation with Azathoth's character over with quickly. 2-3 a week is fine by me.

EDIT: No pressure, Azathoth, by the way. You don't have to write another post today. In your own time, no worries.

Hank, you guys could always collab. That way instead of short posts you can do a long post.

11 IC posts while I was at work? You guyyyyyyyyyyyyyys.

Alright Hank, interaction made with you. With mentions Ellri's character, though nothing spoken out.

And, whoever wants to be the first dwarf that makes a comment about my look of disgust may do so. Just don't try and shove your axe through my skull. :P

I use a warhammer dude.

Sep said
I use a warhammer dude.

Then don't crush my skull.

TP said
Alright Hank, interaction made with you. With mentions Ellri's character, though nothing spoken out.And, whoever wants to be the first dwarf that makes a comment about my look of disgust may do so. Just don't try and shove your axe through my skull. :P

i'm the one with an axe

"and you'll have my sword.."
"and my axe..."
"and my bow..."
"and my bear traps..."
"and my sword..."'
"and my other sword..."
"and my warhammer..."
etc. etc.