Kareth of Vale had no issues entering the Citadel of King Soak, or King Croak, or whatever his name was, he couldn't remember that detail and deemed it too insignificant to try to remember. He had been ambushed by bandits a few days prior and bled to death after slaying the lot of them. It had taken him almost an entire day to remember his purpose before returning to his journey towards Terrace and he still bore the green tinted skin and dead eyes indicative of those who had just begun hollowing. Simply lowering his hood in the presence of the Citadel Guards was enough to let them know he was undead.
A thick, leatherbound tome was clutched in his hands and chained to his waist, covered in stains and worn with use. This book contained his purpose: the accumulation of knowledge. Knowledge was power, and with power, he could uncover the secrets of this world. And cursed with undeath, he needed not fear death, it was now only a setback. The King sought undead to bring low the powerful dragons, and if they were powerful, according to Kareth's reasoning, they must know many secrets. Plundering such secrets would be quite enjoyable.
He noticed several people heading towards the Castle and fell in line with them, spending a brief moment reminding himself of his name and goals. "Kareth of Vale, knowledge is power, kill the dragons, learn their secrets." He muttered to himself.
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Name: Kareth
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Nationality: Vale
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Equipment: Estus flask, walking staff (actually a spell catalyst), Longsword (also a spell catalyst), amber herbs, book of sorceries, brown hooded robe.
Backstory: Born in Vale, Kareth grew up believing that knowledge was power and attended the nation's most prestigious school of magic. After a few years, he left for a few reasons, firstly he had radical views on miracles, believing them to be simply a different kind of sorcery, and secondly he believed he had learned all he could at the school. Finally, the last thing to make him leave was the dark mark that had appeared on his skin. Kareth was quite enthused by the prospect of undeath, believing he could spend all eternity learning the secrets of the world. He doesn't quite remember how he got to Terrace, but he does know that he would like to unlock the secrets of the soul, and he could find answers in Terrace.
Covenant: None, but is willing to join any covenant that concerns knowledge.
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Nationality: Vale
Appearance:
Equipment: Estus flask, walking staff (actually a spell catalyst), Longsword (also a spell catalyst), amber herbs, book of sorceries, brown hooded robe.
Backstory: Born in Vale, Kareth grew up believing that knowledge was power and attended the nation's most prestigious school of magic. After a few years, he left for a few reasons, firstly he had radical views on miracles, believing them to be simply a different kind of sorcery, and secondly he believed he had learned all he could at the school. Finally, the last thing to make him leave was the dark mark that had appeared on his skin. Kareth was quite enthused by the prospect of undeath, believing he could spend all eternity learning the secrets of the world. He doesn't quite remember how he got to Terrace, but he does know that he would like to unlock the secrets of the soul, and he could find answers in Terrace.
Covenant: None, but is willing to join any covenant that concerns knowledge.
Prince said
I'm not terribly worried about the deets, but for future reference, Shouta/The Rookie Judge carry a hammer. He only has one ability that literally creates an armament hammer, but aside from that, he's all fists.
Whoops, my bad, I misread that. Post is fixed.
Ray ran his hand through his hair and gripped the base of his ponytail in unease, growing ever more frustrated with his lack of solid arguments against getting the airship as everyone either ribbed him for his fear of heights or urged him to reconsider. He turned to Luro for help, but instead, all he got were words put in his mouth and Danny pestering him at his side. Even the new girl, Alicia, was teasing him. He simply gave the captain a pleading look and hoped for the best. The captain asked about retrofitting the Coral Pearl to fly and Ray's stomach sank. Fortunately the modifications would take several months, and Ray breathed a silent sigh of relief when the captain declined.
A fight, or rather the aftermath of it, caught his attention as he heard someone shouting about Judges, Brass Balls and going to a tavern. The last part caught his attention, and Ray turned to Luro and nudged him with an elbow. “Hey, I think that guy's headed to a tavern, wanna go?” Before he heard Luro's response, he turned back to see the man rounding a corner. “Crap, he's getting away,” Ray muttered and started jogging after him, trying to keep up.
He started following the man rather openly. He had some experience in tailing, having surreptitiously followed some of his illicit lovers or assorted rivals before in Lendria, but felt no need to hide from this person; if he was confronted, he'd simply explain that he's following him to the tavern. He did, however, feel a need to acquire some money for drinks, having spent almost all his money on Utsukushī, so he lifted a few wallets from passersby along the way and relished in the freedom that piracy gave, whistling the tune of a sea shanty with a smug smile on his face.
Okay, guess everyone's waiting on me. I guess I'll get started then. Just as well I get it done now: my sister is coming home from college for the weekend and I'll probably be hanging out with her all tomorrow, so a post tomorrow would be unlikely.
Also, this video has sci-fi ork pirates and I think it's hilarious.
Also, this video has sci-fi ork pirates and I think it's hilarious.
I changed my CS so I only have 6 NPC followers now.
I'll be making a post today, probably something along the lines of 'Ray nudges Luro in the ribs and says, 'Let's follow Prince's guy, he said he's going to a tavern.''
No fault of yours, just glad we cleared that up. In that case, I'll probably change my group to number under 10 or so, so that it's not like all the bandits are ex-soldiers.
Stupid lag.
You made me look bad.
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