Draconfound

The Kingdoms of Miras

This man seemed dangerous, regardless of race, and Kannet was well aware that he would need to play his cards right if he wished to achieve the most desirable outcome. First, he reached with his mind to the goblin's, employing his powerful illusion magic to cause the goblin to see a guard walk by the alleyway, and set this illusion to loop every few seconds. Any who is not foolish would not attack if they believed a troop of guards nearby. With this measure in place, he began to speak again.
"How horrible! To think such a crime could occur in such a place as this. Are you harmed? No, don't answer that, you probably are, whether you know it or not. Come with me, let us report this crime to the captain of the guard, they will be more than capable of addressing that issue and directing you to a healer."
He was not sure that he believed Zax's version of the story, but there was no sense in doubting until he had evidence to the matter.

It's Time For An Adventure!!!!

Renria stopped her singing to answer the man. He had paid for this song anyways, so it was his loss.
"M'not a bard. Least not by trade. I've been singin' my whole life, thought I might as well make a profit while here. Renria's the name, and I'm a Trickster. Adventurers in this area tend to hire me as a guide, I know it well and possess many skills to get them where they need."
She considered for a moment offering her hand for a handshake, then neglected. That was an honor she reserved for her clients, and the taller races tended to neglect her niceties anyway.

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

@Harbringer

Bwaahaha, Habit strikes again

Betwixt the Eternal Light

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I thought the characters were all from the same time period/world, based on the middle ages?

@KuroTenshi

Most of them are, but Newsun said it would be fine if I did this, since it wouldn't really have any effect on the game. Looking back, though, I honestly have no idea why I decided to make a character like that

Betwixt the Eternal Light

I don't want to be that person, but this is a medieval fantasy, yes? Why does Forgotten have a plastic tray? >.>

@KuroTenshi

Read her bio. She died in modern times, but other than that tray (which she probably discarded as soon as she found something better) it won't really have any impact on the game. Also, cool avatar. Ava's Demon is a great comic.

Defenders of Lesavvo's Tomb

Should I post the IC today and the others can join in when they're ready, or should I wait a few more days?

The Elder Scrolls: The Collector Chronicles

Jo'Resfo was very grateful to the others for their assistance. He was no fighter, hired instead for his mastery of diplomacy. Still, as the others barged in to steal the show, Jo'Resfo decided that he should at least provide some assistance to his comrades, lest he be seen as useless. He could not cast mass paralysis with his Argonian rescuer so near, but there were still two small things that he could do. First, he patted Reesh lightly on the shoulder with his free hand, both as a thanks and as a means to give the already well-armored warrior his Ebony Flesh, which certainly would allow him to fear no damage from their attackers. Second, he rolled quickly to the left, setting his eyes on the bandits' chieftain as he did. The man was occupied with keeping an eye on the Argonian who could probably rip him in two- good. Nobody ever payed any mind to the little cat bard. He lobbed a Magelight at the man's face, then began to somersault back toward the gate before he could see if it hit, out of the way of harm. The magelight would probably do little more than distract and annoy the man for a second, but he certainly deserved it.

Betwixt the Eternal Light

Forgotten had been here for many days, and if anyone from her former life could see her now, they would certainly not recognize her. In fact, one would have to view her very closely in order to see a human at all. Her entire body was encrusted in blood and filth except for her bandaged arms, which somehow were meticulously clean. Her long, black hair fell in unkempt curtains around her, cloaking her like the fur of an animal. Her face was painted over the filth in swirls of colors, reds and blues, yellows and greens, a vibrant collage that disoriented and sometimes intimidated predators.
The most prominent changes, however, were not physical. The frightened little girl was gone, and in her place was a scavenger, a beast. Her heart had grown heavy and cold, and she no longer cared for anything, even her own safety. She charged at everything that moved, knowing that if she did not kill it, it would surely kill her. She didn't mind the dying, really. When all of your existence is defined by pain, a little more pain only made you more awake, more aware. So she charged everything, with no regard for injury or safety, charging them with only at knife and a plastic tray for a shield at first, expanding her skills with each failure and her tools with each success.
Even so, even she was not foolish enough to attack the Knight, that ebon warrior undefeatable in purpose and combat. She had first witnessed him a few days before, hearing the clashing of his latest challenger who, of course, was defeated with ease. Waiting for the knight to continue a little further, she leapt from the brush to scavenge all that she could from his victim in the few minutes she had, for not all who die will stay dead. She kept a wary eye on the knight the whole time, half expecting him to turn back for her, but he never faltered in his direction. She had been following him since, and never once did he fail to follow his path, or, more importantly to her, to provide for her with each of his discarded conquests.

The Kingdoms of Miras

Kannet slowly made his way through the market streets, pausing occasionally to look at wares. Though his pace was still quite sluggish, he was glad that he could move mostly unhampered now, as the children who had gathered around for the small sweets that he always carried with him to hand out to them had mostly dispersed as soon as the supply of candy ran out. He was on his way to the town's central square, where he had deemed to preach his many wise thoughts, but as he turned a corner to exit the market he heard a somewhat loud scuffle from an alleyway nearby. Approaching the alley in question, he observed some breed of goblin, rummaging through a sack as a man, injured and unconscious, lay on the ground behind him. To any other man what had happened here would be obvious- a goblin had assaulted and robbed this innocent old man- but Kannet prided himself in the fact that he was never so quick to judge, and so he approached the goblin in question, in such a way that his end of the alleyway was blocked in case the goblin were to attempt that exit without conversation.
"My greetings to you, good sir. I heard some sort of scuffle this way, and wished to inquire as to what might be the matter."
He crossed his arms behind his back, staring the Goblin down with a no-nonsense look as he awaited the man's answer.

Defenders of Lesavvo's Tomb

Just in front of the treasure room on the far right of B1 since he hordes gold and it is relatively close to the entrance for his scout runs.

@Pathfinder

Alright, got it. Now just waiting on @Mr_pink and @Pie Flavor