Herald

Star Wars: Shadows of Exaron

I'm around. Trying hard to scrape together the hour or so I need to finish up my char sheet.

Locked as One (Herald & Raven)

Ahhh...

Locked as One (Herald & Raven)

Hmmm... so what do you have in mind for these guys were meeting up with?

Locked as One (Herald & Raven)

It was Khaylan's turn to shift uncomfortably in the saddle now. He started to launch into the lie he had been telling for so many years now, that he had always been a minor noble, and was from a neighboring state and had come to court for the better prospects. "Danmoor," he said, "the arse end of the country's western territory. The court believes I'm from a valley to the northwest though, another minor noble looking to grab a bigger slice of the pie."

He chuckled suddenly, "I guess I'm a bit of mystery to them. No one can verify my story, meaning either I'm a very good liar, or I have deeper connections that the King's advisors. It never occurred to them to believe the former over the latter as long as I kept the lower class in check."

He sighed heavily, "you know, I always wanted to be a knight, and now that I am... I spend half my time kissing up to people I hate and hating those I actually..."

He stopped himself, shaking his head. "I should apologize again, playing mind doctor to me is probably pretty low on the list of things you want to do."

Locked as One (Herald & Raven)

Khaylan chuckled a bit, looking over his shoulder and half smiling at her. "Its about as believable as anyone else's story," he said, "as it so happens, I do have a somewhat estranged cousin from overseas. His name is Eric, and he's a merchant... of sorts."

He hesitated for a moment, trying to find the correct words to explain it. "He deals in... well, unique herbs and spices. He claims half the court meets with him at one point or another but he's probably just blowing smoke around. He tried to set me up with some foreign girl months ago but I convinced him I was persuing interests elsewhere."

"A bandit attack would also explain why my armor is damaged," Khaylan continued, "all in all, we could do worse for a story."

They passed by the river bend, the horse's hooves clicking loudly against the increasingly solid ground as the roads became better the closer they got to the capital. The river was low at this time of year, deep enough for swimming but shallow enough to allow a horse and rider to pass through. As he looked over the water, tiny fish began to leap, swimming against the mild current. The silence stretched on again, and despite how strange the situation felt to him, he decided that riding in silence was even more uncomfortable.

"So... where are you from?," Khaylan said, looking back over his shoulder.

Star Wars, a New Adventure

Interested. Order of preference would be the small scale conflict, then scum and villainy, then large scale, then sandbox. Would be willing to compete for the Dark Jedi role. A few questions worth mentioning though:

Would it be better to have everyone on the same side? My experiences with player versus player role playing have been either very good, or very bad. Generally the bad types are more common as auto-mortal-hits get called or some impossible dodge gets written, etc. Particularly considering jedi/dark jedi where their weapons are laser swords and their powers range from minor healing to instant death.

Would you be open to players using a canon character appropriate to the time period? or OCs only?

*ambles off to research the timeline of star wars*

Locked as One (Herald & Raven)

Khaylan grunted under his breath, focusing on the road ahead as the miles disappeared beneath the horses hooves. "Close enough I suppose," he said, removing one hand from the reins to point at a river that wound its way into sight in the distance ahead of them, "once we pass the closest curve of the river, it should be about two hours till we reach the city walls, after that another hour or so, depending on the foot traffic."

He almost asked if she was comfortable back there, but casual conversation was still coming slowly to him when talking to her. He was constantly surprised when the bumps of the road caused her to lurch forward against him, reminding him of how close they were required to be. He tried to district himself from that thought.

"Let's hear your story then," he said, his eyes on the road ahead.

Locked as One (Herald & Raven)

Ugh, rough two days at work. I'll try to get a post up tonight but it might have to wait till tomorrow

The Demon Within (modern day demons role play)

interested.

Locked as One (Herald & Raven)

Khaylan tried to hide his smirk, "Well, fortunately it is not all that different from riding with just one person. It is just a bit... short of room up there..." He trailed off, letting her connect the dots in her own mind as to what in all that would mean. It was not a short journey to the courts, and unless they wanted to spend several days more on the road than they had to, they would both have to ride at the same time. He walked up to the mare, who snorted at his presence and seemed to shy away half a step. He frowned slightly, he was a competent rider, as all knights must be, but he had never really had a gift for horses.

Khaylan turned around, eyeing a set of saddle bags that the healer had also brought out with her. He walked over to the bags and flipped open the cover on one, exposing his armor. He rooted around in the bag, swiftly exposing the chestplate and pauldrons and noting with a grimace that while the blood had been cleaned off of the metal, the hole in his armor was still quite noticeable. He would have to send it in to a smith he supposed. "Lightly armored it is then," he mumbled, retrieving his bracers and greaves. He felt better once at least part of him was incased in steel, though he would rather have had his thick breastplate on. He left his sword buckled to the saddle bags and hefted the moderately heavy sacks, placing them gently on the horse and tying them to the harness.

With that done, he gently placed his hands on the horse's back, leaning part of his weight on the mare to see if she was likely to bolt. When it seemed not, he sighed in relief and vaulted upwards, smoothly moving onto its back and grabbing the reins in one hand as the other reached in and dug out a handful of coins from a pouch. He frowned slightly as he looked at the coins, deep in thought as his gaze drifted to his armor, and then to his shoulder. Sighing, he tucked the coins into another pouch and untied the rest of his money, tossing the bag to the healer. "It's not enough to pay back everything, but it's a start. You'll have the rest in a month's time when your spell is ready. Until then, a thank you will have to suffice."

He turned towards Miranda's friend, "I'm afraid I'll need to borrow your songstress for a while. I'll arrange to have some coin delivered to you as well, until then," he reached across with the hand holding the reins and pulled off a small signet ring, tossing her the token, "use my name at the inn. Just... don't go overboard. I have a healer to pay, after all," he said, already cursing himself for his future financial ruin. Oh well, if things went badly, he wouldn't need to bother settling the debts anyways.

He turned his attention back to Miranda, reaching down with a gloved hand. "Shall we?"