[OOC] Mirror, Fox, Key

[Mokley]

^{art by the wonderful skrelp}

Swing by the interest check for gameplay info.

Inside the city, alarms howled.

The city of Cogswall was all dank copper and tarnished brass, iron vents vomiting steam, potholes filled with rancid rainwater, churning machinery, crushing gears, dark-streaked stone, labyrinths of pipes and boilers and clockwork monstrosities.

The Eminence presided over it all, assured the impoverished and desperate that hard work would bring them prosperity. Mechanical giants patrolled the streets with searchlight eyes. Dark wagons carried off the young and the accused, never to be heard from again. The only source of hope was in the markers of graves. The only source of happiness was in needles and vials.

Throughout the city, alarm bells rang and horns howled -- something rare, something that hadn't happened since the forest outside the city burned in a high inferno a decade ago.

A voice spoke over the loudspeakers throughout the city, crackling and monotonous:

ALL ARMED POLICE AND MILITARY TO THE WALL PERIMETER. ALL MECHANICALS TO BE REPROGRAMMED OFFENSIVE. ALL WEAPONRY AT THE READY. ANNIHILATION. ANNIHILATION.

There was a mass exodus to the walls: police, machines, robots, armed citizens. Monstrous mechanical tanks were released from underground bunkers. The top of the wall crowded quickly with firepower of all hellish imagination.

THE PREMISE

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This is the City of Cogswall: a proud steampunk city that is as full of corruption as it is of soot and grime. Like all cities, Cogswall is surrounded on all sides by a high wall. No one knows or cares what lies beyond the wall: the citizens gratefully leave adventures to the Travellers.

Throughout this world, the majority of people live out their lives in walled cities without ever glimpsing the outside. No one is forced to remain behind locked gates -- but those that do step out of the Cogswall gates are stripped of their citizenship and residence. The dirty business of exploring and adventuring is the job of the outcasts, the people called Travellers.

Traveller is a title given to those adventurous few who move between cities. They may be messengers, merchants, beast-hunters and storytellers. Almost every city will welcome a Traveller in hope of trading money and supplies for the Traveller's skills and knowledge.

Your character is a citizen of Cogswall; they have lived all their lives within these walls. Travellers are so rare that the gates rarely open at all. So now, when a group of Travellers arrives and has the audacity to warn the city of an incoming danger, no respectable citizen would ever take them seriously.

GAMEPLAY

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Heavy influence is taken from Kino's Journey, Mushi-Shi, Undertale, Ico and Shadow of the Colossus, among others. The focus will be on exploration, problem-solving and character interaction. Expect colorful and trippy scenarios, anime physics, tropey plots, and stuff that doesn't quite make logical sense. This is a fantasy world where, outside the secluded city of Cogswall, anything goes.

The RP will progress (at first) based on a series of missions dictated by the Traveller or requested by citizens of foreign cities. Throughout the journey, characters can expect to gain new skills, abilities, tools and allies that will help them become strong and competent Travellers themselves. There will be an overarching plot involving a Big Bad -- traces of that plot will be introduced early in the RP, but it's not the immediate objective. If all goes according to plan, the story will begin happily innocent and slowly progress into something darker. If you're looking for a consistently happy-go-lucky RP, this is probably not for you.

CHARACTERS

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Characters originate in the city of Cogswall, which is your average gritty-yet-advanced Steampunk city. Everyone is human. There is no magic. Your character has probably heard tales passed down from long-ago Travellers about sigils and spells and intelligent monsters, but they are only stories. You are free to create locations and cultures within the city where needed to flesh out your character's history.

[Bubsy 2]

Emma Sommers

A plucky, easygoing botanist and expert healer with a dark secret.


^{Courtesy of madspartan013}
Emma always had one core belief that dictated her work: Do no harm. She always believed she would never hurt anyone. She just wanted to help people.

She just wanted to help.

Emma remembers when she was a child, exploring the Botanical Garden of Enn. The sticky hot humid air, the fragrant smell that permeated all, the hustle and bustle of the botanists going about their work, cultivating plants for use in poultices and potions. She remembers when she approached one of them, she was no more than ten, a kindly old man with wrinkled skin and wild gray hair, wearing a ridiculous beard that grew all the way to his feet. She still smiles fondly when she remembers what she said to him before her mother could stop her: "Can you teach me to help people like you?" The old man gave a large toothy smile, and nodded.

I just wanted to help.

From then on Forivel was her mentor. He taught her all that she knew, the art of healing and alchemy and how to grow and cultivate plants and everything that they could do. She grew underneath him and came to love him like a grandfather. All this time he never seemed to age, or at least Emma never noticed if he did, until his senses dulled and his hands became less reliable. He relied on her more and more, until one day she took over his work completely, running the apothecary he had run for all his life. When Forivel died, it was passed on to her.

I never wanted anyone to die.

She ran it very successfully. She was soon touted as one of the most adept healers in Enn, as Forivel once was, and her services were sought by many. When the nobles of Enn began seeking out her shop her business flourished. All seemed well, but the city of Enn had a dark side. When the Marquis Dufor found his way through the door of Emma's shop, things took a turn for the worst. The Marquis was an influential nobleman inside Enn, but no amount of influence would overcome his Colic- a disease which caused him great pain. For that, he needed Emma. She readily agreed to prepare a remedy, which she would deliver to him on the morrow.

I never wanted the Marquis to die.

As it happened, the Marquis Dufor was disliked by the common people. Touted as an exploitative force that endangered the peaceful ecosystem of Enn, people noticed when he went to Emma for help. Not soon after the Marquis left her shop a man clad in a heavy cloak that hid his face came to her door, speaking of a proposition. He came inside, stating simply that if she killed the Marquis she would be doing Enn a service. When Emma refused, he told her, once again very plainly, that if she didn't kill the Marquis his people would make trouble for her and her family. She told the man sternly to leave. But, despite her words, she feared for her family, her mother and father, and her siblings.

No one would know that I killed him.

The next day, when she delivered the Marquis' medicine, she laced it with Atropa Belladonna. Deadly nightshade, an effective poison. He thanked her for her help, and payed her. When the Marquis perished it seemed that other noblemen were almost relieved, and the city cared little for his death. No one connected her to his death, not taking notice of the simple apothecary. The man came back, telling her that she had done the right thing, delivering a parcel of gold for her. Everything seemed to work out fine, but Emma was racked with guilt. She had been reduced to an assassin, betrayed her mentor's ideals, and taken a life. She couldn't stand being in Enn anymore, so when the Traveler called, she accepted. She needed a fresh start.

I would have a chance to help people all over.

I'll just post this in here as well.

[jordy0403]

I'll re-post as well, let me know if changes are required.

Alexander Haile

Name: Alexander (Alex) Haile

Abstract: A jokester militiaman with a habit of troublemaking and a drive for adventure.

Appearance: Short-ish brown hair, lightly tanned skin, bright blue eyes, almost permanent half smirk, light cloth/leather armour (karehb.deviantart.com/art/Leather-Armo... (Was going to use it for character but just the armour instead now)), sword, buckler shield, pistol and slung rucksack.

Details: Alex joined the Enn City Guard at the age of 16, 3 years ago, and patrolled Enn for that whole time without a promotion, most likely from the fact that he plays pranks on nearly everyone he meets. Despite this, he takes his job very seriously, never misleading or pranking someone while on duty. His weapons of choice are the sword, buckler shield and pistol.
Before he joined the guard, and even after, to some extent, Alex looked for adventure wherever he could, climbing buildings, sneaking into the kitchens, running down the alleyways, and more. Because of this, he is rather physically able, a good sneaker, and knows where and where not to take handholds.
His personal life was fine, healthy and caring parents, grandparents and siblings, nothing to worry about. He actually joined the City Guard so that his father wouldn’t make him a farmer, one of the most boring jobs in Enn, he thought.

[needlingAsklepios]

My Character sheets.

So... until I decide what I want to, I might have two character sheets.... I don't plan to play both, but I'm not sure which I want to use.

= The Blacksmith

Name: Novas Laquis (No-vas La-koys)
The Inventive Smith

The Art of Creation

There was little that Novas couldn't make. From door handles, to jewelry, to weapons of war and giant machines of destruction. As a child, he had learned that there was little he couldn't make, with the proper materials and a good imagination. He had always been in awe of the travelers, despite their reputation among the more upstanding citizens. There was little they couldn't do, and they always had tales of monsters and magic and the world beyond.... The thing that fascinated him most however, was the magic of creation. The ability to create items out of a material, such as ice or metal, with magic sigils and a few words.... Novas dreamed of learning more about this... Art of Creation.

Learning His Craft

Novas apprenticed under his father, working the smith from a young age. By the time he was 12, he was proficient in making most things, able to craft a sword, a spear, or even fashion a necklace from silver. His father was a great craftsman, but working the forge for 40 years was beginning to take its toll on the man. His father began to teach him more. Secret ways to remove impurities, special additives and processes to make the metals stronger or shinier. With his father's teaching, Novas quickly became a very influential blacksmith in the city, working the walls and reinforcing them.

The Approach of the Traveler's "Guild"

When he was twenty, Novas was running the shop alone. Both his parents had passed, and he had no siblings to speak of. No wife or child either. He would later figure it was this reasoning that the two masked men approached him. They entered his house and sat, speaking to him of a proposition. These men and their associates wished to create a specialized marketplace where travelers could find materials, items, and weapons that were restricted from the common folk. They wanted the travelers well equipped for some odd reason, which they chose not to disclose. What they did tell him was that they would pay him handsomely for one of a kind products. Novas knew that with these men, he would be able to come closer to his childhood dream, to discovering the truth of the Art of Creation, as he now referred to it. The magic of creating something out of something else. Novas agreed, and began to use his imagination and skill to craft special weapons, as well as odd devices. He was the first smith to create a rifled barrel, greatly increasing the accuracy of his firearms over his competitors. This discovery gave him a singular edge in the market, and he only sold these advanced weapons to the men from the "Traveler's Guild", and in this way, kept his design from being stolen while still making money from it.

Hope of Discovery

Four years passed since he had begun selling his wares to the guild. Now he saw his opportunity to go out. A traveler would be good protection, and would be a good source of knowledge. He had no ties here. No chances of ever moving forward, of ever finding his dream. At the age of 25, He gathered his most prized possessions, paid his home forward for the next ten years, (Thanks to the funds given by the Traveler's Guild) and headed for the gate. On his back was a single rifle of his own design. On his hip was a single edged sword in the eastern style, called a katana. He had named the sword, as it was his greatest work. The name was imprinted in gold leaf on the leather sheath. "Sheep Biter" (To be changed later.)

= The Magic Seeker

(Not enough time to make her bio)

[DFTBA]

Name: Andica Garun

Abstract: A runaway bookbinder trying to escape an awful match

Details: Andica grew up as the oldest of three children in her family. Her father put bread on the table by breeding and training dogs, be they for hunting, guarding, or as pets. Andica helped him with the animals from a young age, and her assistance became increasingly important, particularly after her younger brother and sister were born and money became increasingly tight.

At 14, she took a job as an apprentice bookbinder at the Enn library, while still working with the dogs in her eveinings. She proved adept at this exacting process, and in the process became a voracious reader, devouring books on many subjects as they passed through the workshop and gaining a broad general knowledge of Enn and its workings. She even read a few texts brought in by travellers.

Unfortunately, working here also brought her into contact with Santini Quade, a nobleman of the city who often came in to buy rare books, and whom she found disagreeable in more ways than she could name. While she was never able to express this to his face (he was a lucrative customer, and not to mention a wealthy nobleman), she remained forcedly civil towards the man, even as he continued to come by the library and particularly the workroom with increasingly frustrating regularity.

This all came to a head after three years, when, while Andica was at the library, Santini visited her family’s home and kennels. He initially seemed to be interested in a large hound, but soon revealed that he had been infatuated with Andica for some time and had come to ask for her hand in marriage. Her parents were very pleased by the proposed match, as it would earn their daughter a much improved life and themselves a sizeable dowry. They agreed at once, and asked Satini to come back on the following day to finalise details of the marriage.

When Andica came home to learn of this, she was horrified, and protested vehemently that she would never marry, to quote her words, “a thickheaded, arrogant, callous, narcissistic pig of a man twice my age, who would treat me like nicely made-up dirt for the rest of my life”. Her parents sympathised, but nonetheless encouraged her to reconsider, saying how much better her life would be among the upper echelons of Enn’s society and citing Santini’s better qualities. In spite of this, the debate went back and forth well into the night and no agreement was reached.

As Andica lay fuming on the bed she shared with her siblings, she remembered seeing Spook’s notice on her way home that evening. It seemed like the only way for her to escape her impending wedding was to flee the city. She carefully got up, cobbled together a few supplies and slipped out of the house with them, her father’s musket, and Kavinika, the hound Santini had showed interest in, to save him as well. The two of them were at the gate well before dawn, and eager to be off before anyone could discover they were gone.

Andica is generally quiet and hardworking, though she has a fiercely independent streak. She is a perfectionist who strives for the best in what she does, and likes to improve on things if she thinks she sees a better way.

Andica has a slim, almost scrawny figure, and mid-length dark brown hair that she is forever pushing out of her hazel eyes. She is five feet, nine inches tall and is wearing a brown shirt and grey pants, both of which are slightly too big for her.

[Bornlucky]

The Tailor

Name:
Theodore Taylor

Abstract:
A sharply dressed man with a heavy heart

Detail:
Theodore was known as a simple man with a simple life, with a normal childhood and adulthood. He was a simple tailor with a wife and two children, a boy and girl. Even though his life was simple, it was a good life, he was content.

But life is rarely so simple, for life can be strange, unpredictable and cruel. Theodore is a man who has endured a great deal of pain, loneliness and regret in his recent years. For his children joined the travellers a few years before he joined, his son was florist, and his daughter was a militiawomen, they weren't cotent with their simple lives, Theodore's wife objected and forbade them from joining, but the night before the travellers left for beyond the walls, Theodore found them sneaking out of their rooms. Theodore knew what they were doing, and confronted them, after a heated argument from his daughter and son, he reluctantly agreed to let them live their own lives, even if it was painful to let them leave.

To say his wife was upset would be an understatement. She was consumed by rage and sorrow. She kicked him out of their house which forced him to live in the Tailor shop backroom, but he stayed adamant about his decision, believing his children are strong to survive the outside world with each other. But his wife wasn't strong enough to survive on her own in an empty house, she caught a terrible fever and with nobody around to take care of her, she died in her sleep. Theodore was devastated, and he felt guilt that it was choice that torn apart his relationship with his wife, and without a reliable way to contact his children, they are obvious to the fact that their mother passed on. So he decided that the next time travellers arrive to recuit more people he will join them and find his children and tell them of their mother's fate. There's nothing left for him in Enn, just bitter memories and heartache.

But even though all this pain he has kept up his appreance as the gentle, soft spoken man, with a love of gardening, fashion and reading. But he's full of guilt, worry and fear that his children will blame him for their mother's death, or worse. Themselves. He does. Every single day.

[c3p-0h]

Meryn

Name: Meryn

Abstract: The quiet, roof-hopping delivery girl.

Detail:
Meryn is a twig of a girl. Short, thin, and physically unimpressive in almost every way, people can often mistake her for a young boy, rather than a full-grown woman. She has sandy brown skin, long, straight black hair that she often keeps in a braid, and pale green eyes. Meryn also wears a small wooden pin with her name engraved on it, stuck to her jacket.

She was born without the ability to speak, but she rarely has any trouble getting her point across. Though she carries herself with a subtle confidence, she's acutely aware of what she is and isn't capable of, and is constantly trying to push that boundary. Independent, fearless, and just a little bit spiteful, telling her she can't or shouldn't do something is usually the quickest way to get her to do it. Although she seems aloof and closed off, Meryn is more soft-hearted than she first appears. If someone comes to her asking for help, she can't help but comply – even if she does roll her eyes and drag her feet along the way. It's easy for her heart to override her head, and her naivety can sometimes get her into trouble.

Though she grew up as a street urchin, and was generally looked down on by the majority of society in the first few years of her life, it wasn't long until she discovered a hidden talent: if she wanted to get somewhere, there was very little that could stand in her way. She could scale walls, leap from rooftop to rooftop, slip between bars. Soon enough, the entire town became one big playground to her. Eventually, the townspeople recognized her skill at getting from one point to another quicker than anyone should rightly be able to, and she began delivering notes and parcels for change. Today, Meryn is the most trusted delivery system in town for all sorts of letters and goods (that aren't too big for her to carry). When she's not swinging around the town like a monkey, she enjoys all sorts of music, and has recently started picking up different instruments from her customers and experimenting, with varying degrees of success.

[twave]

I want to make a character, but i would like to wait and see if I could do something with another RPer.

[c3p-0h]

@t2wave what kind of something? i could be game if you don't mind meryn. she's simple enough to tweak.

[Mokley]

All of these characters look amazing, you guys. I think I'll give it until this time tomorrow before I start actually approving anyone. By then we might have a fair idea how many players are planning to join up.

Feel free to collaborate and/or exchange notes on the city's residents in the meantime! Maybe somebody else has a cool idea that would fit into your CS.

[Damiann47]

I got a sheet coming, but it's not quite finished. Keep a spot open, eh?

[Takashi]

Working on my cartographer character now. I'll have him up soon.

[Crimson Raven]

This looks interesting. I will keep an eye on it.

[Turboshitter]

Not finished but I want to get this out there.

Fiammetta Anzivino

The proud daughter of a noble family with the heart of a lion and the soul of a warrior.

Name: Fiammetta Anzivino
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Description: A very brash and reckless young woman who takes great pride in being from a noble family, and who holds her skills with a sword in high regard. She has a short temper and a fiery, passionate personality warranting her name. Quick to anger but equally quick to forgive, she can be seen as a very impulsive, spontaneous person who takes risks and often ignores the rules. Above all else though, Fiammetta fancies herself a duelist. She subscribes herself to a soft Darwinian philosophy where she believes the powerful elite are entitled to protect the weak and unassuming masses (sometimes from themselves, if necessary). In her eyes a ruler is not defined by wisdom or frugality but through strength, both of character and physicality. It is the privilege of the elite to be born strong, so protecting the commoners must be their raison d'etre. This is why she's chosen to accompany the Traveller, to prove her strength as a member of the noble house Anzivino and to protect the people of Enn from the dangers that lurk outside their walls (also because she was curious and really rather bored).

[Turboshitter]

Also, c3p-Oh, since this is an RP with the anime/manga tag, shouldn't you stick to written descriptions or artwork instead of IRL faceclaims?

[c3p-0h]

didn't notice the tag. i just like the pic because i thought it fit her the best out of what i could find, and didn't see any requirements for what we could use. if gm says something i'll change it.

[Darinthus]

Figure I'd try my hand at a simple character sheet before going to bed.


^{art by the magnificent Google images}

Name: Roy

Abstract: A simple Woodcutter with a love for trees

Detail:
From working in Enn's forest district most of his life Roy is often mistaken for some of the plant life. His green hair and towering height easily blends in with rest of the foliage, and often times(much to the point of being a running joke) shrieks could be heard by people startled by him in the forest. With his simple demeanor and dirtied woodcutters ax he generally isn't much for first impressions, overlooking a person's misinterpretations before hacking away at a nearby tree.

To the children of Enn however Roy is seen as a forest guardian of sorts. Unlike the other woodcutters who would yell and become angry towards the trespassing children, Roy would accept their candy and guide them through the winding woods. The party would exchange stories as Roy would go about his job, inputting his remarks where needed but letting the children do most of the talking. When it came to the forest however he would take them through long winded conversations about the beauty of trees, often times repeating the Woodcutter's Creed in replanting what has been taken. This conversation of trees hardly ever deviated, yet it was the cool and resonating tone of Roy's voice that always had children enraptured. Some would even find themselves falling asleep in the right circumstances.

To Roy though this was a dream that extended far beyond his city walls. During his time in the city streets(an odd spectacle to some) he came across a book, or rather what could only be called a sacred text in Roy's eyes. It detailed in depth descriptions of trees far beyond his wildest imaginations. He read of trees that extended far into the sky, trees that lived for centuries, and even trees that could change shades of colors depending on their environment. To the other Woodcutters their role in Enn was simply a job, but to Roy this was a love that he could hardly explain to the others. He needed to see these trees for himself, and doing so fulfill an ongoing lifelong purpose.

[Takashi]

Telio Lenocci

Name: Telio Lenocci

Appearance:

Telio

(No gun or headphones)

Abstract: The artist who wants to draw the world.

Detail: Telio was born into a long line of artisans. It is said that every building in Enn has something in it that was made by a Lenocci, and if not, then the building itself was made by one. Telio's parents made a comfortable living making all kinds of arts and crafts for the noblemen to show off in their manors, and it wasn't long before Telio was introduced to a client of his own.

Telio kept a sketchbook as a child and enjoyed drawing what little wildlife found its way into the city. He would spend hours making detailed drawings of plants, insects, and birds. His most prized possession was his pair of binoculars that a Traveler brought to the city one day. A nobleman purchased them as a curiosity from a merchant, then offered them as payment to Mr. Lenocci once he became bored with them, and they inevitably got passed on to Telio. Much to his parents' chagrin, he liked to climb to the top of the walls and look as far as he could with his binoculars, drawing down what he saw. He would imagine what the world was like out there and draw fictional maps of all the places he wanted to visit.

When he became older, the locations he drew maps of ceased being fictional. He had a few blueprints for some impractical oddball inventions, but he had amassed the most detailed map of the city of Enn ever produced. He made an entire atlas of the city, created an index system, and learned how to alter the scale of his maps. It contained symbolic overhead views, as well as detailed "street view" drawings of points of interest, and on his 18th birthday, "The Atlas of Enn" was acknowledged by royalty as the official comprehensive map of the city, and so he was commissioned by several noble families to make copies.

Eventually, Baron Dupoir took a personal interest in Telio's abilities, and sent in numerous drawing requests. Now Telio was making full-color drawings, not mere sketches for the nobleman, and making a comfortable living out of it. The only problem... well perhaps his portfolio speaks for itself: Baroness Dupoir, Pensive Baroness Dupoir, Baroness Dupoir holding an apple, Baroness Dupoir drinking tea, Baron and Baroness Dupoir, Baroness Dupoir smiling, Baroness Dupoir next to a candle, etc... It was heartwarming to see how much the Baron cared for his wife; unfortunately, Telio didn't care for her nearly as much, and was getting sick of all those fake poses and half-smiles that the nobles through at each other. However, he was stuck in a trench. Everybody knew him as a drawer of portraits now, and that was the only decent paying job he could get. Besides, it's not like he could actually leave the city...

"No experience necessary eh?"

[j8cob]

I oughta get my sheet up as well.

Redd

Redd Dreyden Jr.

The son of a Traveller, finding his way.



This quiet and diligent young man was born to a Traveller named Redd and a maid named Clara. Though he has never met his father, Redd has been given tales of epic adventures and legendary feats about the man. While this fascinated him as a child, the promise his mother had given him of one day meeting his father seemed to become less and less likely to be fulfilled. As the boy became a teen and the teen became a man his opinion of his father had changed. The man may be great but he had also abandoned his wife and child on "one last adventure."

His dream used to be to become a Traveller like his father but that dream has faded over the years. Instead he has made it his goal to find and confront his old man, to figure out what kind of person he is for himself, forsaking the idea of a "dream". Only his mother has had anything good to say about Redd Sr. and nobody else in Enn even has anything to say. In fact it seemed that nobody had ever met him or even heard of him. There were no clues to where he had gone or what he was searching for, only that he had departed with his party of Travellers the day before Redd Jr. was born. He never even left anything behind. Clara ceased her days as a Traveller well before her son was born and became a maid so Redd Jr. could be raised fairly normally despite having only one parent.

She did, however, teach Redd a few things. About the world outside Enn, about how to defend himself, but mostly about life. When he was seventeen she gave him her old short sword that she used in her youth and trained him to a degree. However, despite knowing that one day he would leave Enn and become a Traveller himself, she also taught him how to clean for the nobles and essentially conscripted him as a housecleaner to help earn money. The next few years went by and Redd's restlessness only escalated. He wanted to leave, to find his father and to find the world. One evening, while he and his mother were walking home after a day of work, he spotted a particular poster that practically called out to him...

[Vee]

Aeliir "Ally" Neuveth

+| 5'10" - Brown Eyes - Raven Black Hair - 127lbs |+

Name:

Aeliir "Ally" Neuveth.

Abstract:

The Lost Guardian Seeking Purpose.

Detail:

"Ever since a young age I always wanted to protect people." She began, shifting slightly in her seat. "But, you see, I only really had one talent. Sword fighting. I always loved the weight of a blade in my hand. My father was a blacksmith so I was able to watch them being made. The hot sparks flying off the burning red steel as the hammer slammed and molded it." She fawned a little, drifting slightly into the memories of the past.

She then snapped back to the present. "Anyways. Here in Enn I was the personal Body Guard of a Noble. But honestly it wasn't what I expected. It was more sitting around and staying by his side while outside the estate. I wanted danger, adventure. In the rather peaceful town of Enn there really isn't any of that. So here I am. Eager and ready to join on the adventure past this wall. To see the world in its entirety."