Name: Sir Logan MacNair
Age: 26
Race: Human
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Bio: He is Tahra’s personal guard. I’ll let the rest get flushed out in the story.
Age: 26
Race: Human
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Bio: He is Tahra’s personal guard. I’ll let the rest get flushed out in the story.
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@Cuccoruler She will probably be 40-50 lbs full grown. She has her first vet visit tomorrow. She's quite the cuddle bug, crate trained and potty trained. I am a proud mama.
I'm working on another character for plot purposes. I'll be up for a while yet, I plan on posting but please don't let that deter you from posting if you're working on something.
Totally not related to anything at all but I got a puppy. Be jealous of her cuteness. She's 7 weeks old and potty trained!!!!
I'm totally gonna use that line at some point
Feel free to romance other players if they're up for it, I asked Zetsuko before building it into the plot. Feel free to romance NPCs if you want (if you really want it I can add in an NOV for you for that purpose at some point)
@Dodi do 900 There is potential for it
Tahra was lying down in the back of the wagon, staying close to Avad, wanting to make sure he was ok. He had come to and was wondering where they were. She wasn’t sure exactly but she knew they were close. “We are going somewhere safe. I don’t know where. The thief knew of the place.”
Without incident the group made it to Ian’s hideaway, an abandoned noble’s house, no one had lived here for years. It had never occurred to Tahra that the criminal underground would take advantage of the family’s absence for their own purposes. It was pitch black outside by the time they had arrived at the mansion, Tahra thanking the Gods that she had elven eyesight.
She helped Avad out of the wagon, offering her shoulder for him to lean upon. Even though she could see as though it were daylight she wanted to be inside, she felt exposed. Someone lit a candelabra and led the group to what would have been the parlor. It had once been exquisitely decorated but now only vestiges of nobility remained. Weapons and makeshift cots filled the room. It was evident that this room was often used as a bit of a safe house.
Tahra helped Avad get to one of the cots before digging through the equipment in the room. She found dark green leather armor that looked like it would fit her along with a short bow, quiver, and a steel long sword. She slipped out when no one was paying her any attention and quickly changed, leaving her royal armor behind.
She sat on the floor and took a moment to just breathe. Tears silently falling down her face, the death of her mother finally overwhelming her now that she was alone.
Without incident the group made it to Ian’s hideaway, an abandoned noble’s house, no one had lived here for years. It had never occurred to Tahra that the criminal underground would take advantage of the family’s absence for their own purposes. It was pitch black outside by the time they had arrived at the mansion, Tahra thanking the Gods that she had elven eyesight.
She helped Avad out of the wagon, offering her shoulder for him to lean upon. Even though she could see as though it were daylight she wanted to be inside, she felt exposed. Someone lit a candelabra and led the group to what would have been the parlor. It had once been exquisitely decorated but now only vestiges of nobility remained. Weapons and makeshift cots filled the room. It was evident that this room was often used as a bit of a safe house.
Tahra helped Avad get to one of the cots before digging through the equipment in the room. She found dark green leather armor that looked like it would fit her along with a short bow, quiver, and a steel long sword. She slipped out when no one was paying her any attention and quickly changed, leaving her royal armor behind.
She sat on the floor and took a moment to just breathe. Tears silently falling down her face, the death of her mother finally overwhelming her now that she was alone.
@Ryuji Sakamoto We are still accepting. I had originally intended for this to be a small group RP but I see no reason as to why it can't have a large group of players.
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