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I'm going to lay out a quick physical recap of players and npcs and horse locations as of ConteAmarula's post on November 11.  I would make a paint diagram but honestly haven't got a clue how.  Since I still can't host pics it may not matter.

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hopefully that gets you to the view

There is a wonky T junction of roads. To the left is Isabeau's house and towards the upper class city proper (where Ren & Lily came from), to the right is the city towards the House Ianus (where Johanna and Wes arrived from), and to the bottom left is the city towards the slums (where Lucie, Aleksandra, and the creature came from).  At the Junction is the mill and assorted metal wells, wheels, and machinery outside. 

Ren's horse has bolted back to the left but not on the road, into the thicket. 

Ren is still inside the mill.  

Lily's horse is outside the mill door. 

Johanna and Wes are mounted on their horses heading to the right (outlying House Ianus).

Lily is the forest, far side of the path, opposite the mill.  

Adam, Isabeau, 2 horses are just a bit further beyond Lily, tucked into deep woods between the road to the city slums & the road to Isabeau's house.

The Creature is running up the road from the city slums towards the mill.

Lucie & Aleksandra are a short distance behind it, following it up from the city slums towards the mill.

well here was mine.  I was waiting to see a few others so I could get an idea for gear but I guess not.  

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Name: He had a birth name.  Once.  He remembers that it had great meaning to him at the time, but time grows fuzzy as you wander the dream.  That name is long since forgotten.  Now those who know him simply call him Cobalt. 

Archetype: Savior

Age: Elder

Appearance:  Cobalt is worn.  That is the only way to describe him. Years of living have taken their toll, as have years of dreaming.  He is old, not a distinguished old...just old.  Crows feet line his eyes, his skin looks like old grayish leather, and his feet are gnarled and black.  From a distance he looks...wrong.  There is something odd about his shape, it's not quite human.  Upon closer inspection one can see he has faded, the edges of his body are indistinct, almost completely gone, leaving him without curve or shape and rather resembling a wide noodle with noodle arms and legs.  His hair is a vibrant blue color; its color and quality obsessively maintained by Cobalt.  It costs him much, it is not easy in this world, but to him his brilliant blue hair is a banner to rally around.  It is as much a key to his goal to be a savior of mankind as fighting off the monsters is.  People need a banner of hope to encourage them, to lift flagging spirits.  His dress is equally as bizarre.  He loathes the feeling of being wrapped in clothing, armor is even worse, and has adapted his clothing style to fit this.  He wears a knee-length kilt, it's tartan pattern a mix of the same blue as his hair and a soft green.  Of course time and use have worn it down so the colors are almost faded away.  He wears no shirt or undergarments which can sometimes give people near him an unpleasant surprise but he cares little; the only reason he even wears a kilt is because it was impressed upon him long ago that wandering around naked wasn't acceptable.  Instead of a shirt he decorates his body with brilliant dyes and muds, if he ever can find them, and brilliantly colored scarves and snippets of cloth tied around his upper arms and and just below his knees, creating streamers that billow and flap with quick movements.  Over it all he wears a great feathered mantle; mostly formed of gray and blue feathers but dotted here and there at random with red, orange, yellow, and other vibrant colored feathers.   

History: When he was born Cobalt was swept into the domain of the Ethereal Dreamer.  He spent a lifetime in the brief moments he was away; the Dream of the Lantern drawing him ever deeper into the Dream.  He saw so much; the brilliance of what could be.  Every moment of his life that he can remember he was driven to aid mankind.  

From the moment he was able he did everything he could to better the life of all.  He was reckless and obsessed and it made a dangerous combination.  Rarely did he think about the consequences of his actions, focused entirely as being a hero to others.  Like a drug he couldn't get enough of it.  It has guided and destroyed his life ever since and the harm he has sustained, physically and mentally, have come close to breaking him.

He's been living, fighting, and trekking across the worlds, Waking and Dreaming, for so long he has forgotten most of everything.  Those who ask him about his past are treated to a wild tale mixed with fantasy and reality and even Cobalt can't tell the difference anymore.   

Fighting Arts: 

Cobalt has always been a bit on the impulsive side, even though time, age, and experience have mellowed him a bit he still is driven and oftentimes reckless in the actions he chooses.  He obsessively pursues any chance to improve mankind's existence even if it might put him in great danger.   Despite all this, or perhaps because of it, he seems blessed with an OTHERWORLDLY LUCK, beyond even the wisdom that the Dream of the Lantern has shown him, that has helped keep him on his path to find a better future for all mankind.

Through his reckless actions he often finds himself in harsh and dangerous situations.  As his experience in these nightmares, Awake and Dreaming, grew so too did the danger he faced.  Unable to stand the thought, or the feel of armor, he was forced to learn new ways to protect himself that he could press onward.  Over time his skin hardened, becoming IRON SKIN.  Much like the armor he hated so much, his skin both shields and emboldens him.  Every battle he survives gives him a chance to continue on his noble mission.       

It has been many years that he has wandered the land, in reality and in the domain of the Ethereal Dreamer.  He has fought battles that he has long forgotten, met survivors that he doesn't remember.  Time has weathered him and weakened him, he knows he has not long left in this reality.  Yet that only seems to press him onward in his mission to save humankind.  His years have granted him experience making him KING OF A THOUSAND BATTLES and giving him fighting skills beyond that which a younger denizen might have.  He may not have much time left but what he does have he intends to use well.         

Disorders: 
Cobalt has felt the pressures of the settlement weighing on him longer than he can remember, but a lifetime in the dream had prepared him for this.  His QUIXOTIC nature lends itself perfectly to furthering this.  Aware that so much rides on him, that so many are counting on him, he pushes himself to meet and exceed their expectations.  His settlement, indeed all of mankind, are counting on him. 

From the time he was very young Cobalt has hated things touching his skin.  Even clothing irritated him and as a child he would never keep them on.  As he grew older he learned to tolerate clothing, despite his VESTIPHOBIA but he hates every freaking second he has to wear it.  Armor was simply unbearable.  He found it so hot, rough, heavy, and constraining that even the idea of wearing it made him as ornery as if he had a burr up his nether.  While he might tolerate clothing he flat out refuses to wear armor of any sort. 

As he grew more experienced, traveled more, fought more, worked for the survival of all Cobalt has come to realize that not every great aid to mankind's survival is actually safe.  Without swords, axes, knives, sharp weapons of all types it is likely mankind would be even worse off than they are already but such things were so dangerous.  As he saw comrades, friends, casual acquaintances, and strangers injured by uncomfortably sharp objects such as swords and knives his AICHMOPHOBIA grew.  Desperately uncomfortable around such objects he refuses to have anything to do with them and even finds himself subtly trying to avoid being around others who favor the constant use of such objects.  

Time has worn Cobalt down.  His body is fading, he is weak and weathered.  More so than his body however is his mind.  By now the years fighting the nightmares in the Waking world, trekking through the nightmares in the Dreaming world have left him STARK RAVING.  His grip on sanity is shattered to a point where logic and reason only show the briefest glimmers.  His reckless obsession to save all mankind is all he has left and drives him ever onward.  

Weapon Proficiency: Bow.

Gear (9): WIP

Feather Mantle
Bow of some type 
arrows of some type

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