Kostvel

Two To Darkness[Icicle and Kostvel]

Taking back the scroll, The Archer took a moment to tuck it securely underneath his belt. Looking up from the task, he saw that the scruffy looking fellow in his group had already brushed by and started moving through the crowd. With a small shrug, Ky headed after him threading through the various members standing about the crowd, this time passing through the various groups deftly being mindful of his bow stave.

A few fast steps later he caught up behind his other party member. Slowing to a stop for a moment, he came to a stop as he observed the group of men blocking their path. The group seemed rather jovial, and Kyoht was apt to share a smile until he saw the composure of his companion before him. Not quite sure what was going on, he nervously looked about not sure what exactly was going on in the situation.

Seeing his group member gesture for him to follow, he silently did so, sticking close and shadowing his steps. As he walked he slowed for a moment to string his longbow, and act that he had trained himself to do while moving. While not easy, it was always good to have a bow than a stave at hand as far as he was concerned. Done doing so he rushed a few steps to fall back in behind his companion. Warily he kept a free hand near his hatchet and the arrows tucked in his belt right next to it. While he probably wouldn't get more than a shot off with the bow if things went awry, a man holding a drawn longbow a feet from your person was always fairly intimidating.

Shuffling past the rather girthier warriors, avoiding disturbing them and their merriment. He wasn't sure what exactly was going on but he didn't have a good feeling. While he wasn't quite used to crowds and cityfolk, he knew that groups and traffic didn't happen like this. As it was it felt like a set up, but for whom he wasn't sure. He assumed that there must be some sort of bounty or grievance against the rough fellow he was currently partnered with, but for all he knew whoever it was might just be after all the scrolls.

As it stood The Archer wasn't fond of close combat. At best, if his companion was the target his abilities would best be served providing over watch from a nearby rooftop. Then he could bring his best skill into play, that of his archery. Otherwise while capable enough skill wise at defending himself in close combat, he wasn't geared for it and would be at a definite disadvantage. He could use Zephy Aura to help dodge incoming blows at close range, but he wasn't that practiced in it yet to be good at fighting multiple opponents.

He found himself tensing up slightly, walking with deliberate careful paces as if he was stalking prey in a hunt. As it was he was going to let his companion take the lead and see what would develop.

Two To Darkness[Icicle and Kostvel]

Brushing a hand through his hair, Ky let out a breath as he once again looked about. He found himself comparing the relatively peaceful time alone on top of one of the caravan carts, to the hassle of standing around where he was now. Turning his attention back to the man before him, as he pointed away from himself toward the previous leather clad figure.

Kyoht raised a brow, not sure exactly what was going on. As far as he was concerned, conversations with strangers was on the top of his list for things he disliked. He never really knew what to say or act, let alone pick up on whatever social cues the other person was trying to get across. As it stood, he wasn't sure who the man before him was talking to, along with the emphasizing certain words of his sentences. He wasn't sure if the person was trying to get some sort of message across, or just oddly enunciated certain words.

Rocking back on his heels for a moment, he took a second to look around quickly at the groups about himself. The archer felt that his neck was on a crude swivel, as he always felt that there was someone right behind him. Unable to tell so with his natural abilities, he found himself manually checking. A habit he had to consciously persuade himself from doing, as it probably detracted from whatever image he was putting across.

Tightening his grip on his bow, he schooled his face into a more stoic expression. As he did, he could have sworn he caught a whisper to meet in some sort of inn, but before his mind could fully process it his eyes met the gaze of the stranger before him again. He found himself looking away almost as soon as their eyes made contact, self conscious of his own eye colour. While nobody said anything to his face or within earshot, he had a good idea of what people thought.

Growing up alone with his parents in a semi-remote cabin by the woods wasn't for fletching alone, as his father shared the same distinctive eyes he bore. In fact, Kyohts' last name of Makya was based on a old family legend of how his ancestors used their archery skills to steal the eyes of eagles.

Shaken somewhat by his reverie as he was asked to see his scroll, he soundlessly handed it over, Hoping to get this party forming business over with.

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Dhalgren shook the goblin offal of his halberd with a grim shake, his nose wrinkling at the disgusting smell of the corpse. Gritting his teeth, he looked up and took in the current surrounding area, seeing that the goblin leader had indeed summoned more goblins. he felt a little disheartened at the fact, but if things were going as before, they would surely defeat them fairly easily. Seeing the foxlike lady struggle with two goblins nearby made up his mind, and he sprinted to the side, pulling out a javelin from the loops on his pack. While he couldn't get there immediately to use his halberd, he figured he could make a good javelin throw. Sliding to a quick halt, he used his momentum to add force behind the throw, lobbing the javelin at the south most goblin, the one closest to him. He chose that as his target, as he was afraid of hitting their party member if he made an attempt at the one attacking her.

Actions

Attack Roll (10)
Move: 5 squares east, 1 square North.

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Dispencing with any verbal taunts, Dhalgren hefted his halberd assessing the situation. With a quick glance around himself, he looked at the goblins and the scene about himself a little closer. Feeling that the ratfolk lady of the party would deal with the goblin currently attacking another member, he felt confident moving up and engaging a goblin of his own. Quickly sprinting forward, he leveled a quick horizontal slash at the goblin before him.

Actions

Move: 3 squares south.
Attack (22)
Damage (7)

Two To Darkness[Icicle and Kostvel]

Kyoht stood expectantly before the somewhat rough looking figure, clutching the scroll in his hands as he waited for a reply. After hearing it, it took the Archer a moment to realize that in fact he had not received an answer for his question, but another one in reply. About to mouth a reply back, Ky stopped for a second running over the question asked him again through his mind. He wasn't sure why the man said “my group” but passed it off for the moment as unimportant.

Wrapped up a little in his thoughts and his gaze on the man before him, Kyoht didn't really notice the man in leather armour nearby. As it was, he felt rather distracted and tired. The noise of those yelling for their group, along with the chatter from those already formed grated on Kyoht's ears. His senses were already muddled from the shifting eddy of air currents caused by the various clusters of people about.

Brought about again by the man before him as he commented and indicated a person taking a seat on a nearby bench. Ky stared at the man indicated for a few seconds, meeting his gaze for a moment before looking away. Looking back before him, he shrugged. “Personally I just want to get the hell out of here, two or three person group.” he replied, rubbing at his temple lightly with a hand.

Looking about himself for a quick moment, he fidgeted with the scroll in his hands slightly, feeling the rough texture of the parchment on his fingers. He could feel the leather armored mans gaze upon himself and the man before him, and he didn't have a good feeling on what it might mean. “I don't really work well with larger groups, so how about we just head out then?” He asked a moment later, throwing up his shoulders in a non-committal shrug as he again looked around at those remaining in the square.

It's All Up from Moetsville-Shadowrun

Name: Kyoht Laughren
Role: Gunslinger Adept
Metatype: Human
Height/Weight: 5'9” 200lbs
Appearance: At first look, Kyoht looks rather disheveled, He pays no read attention to fashion or clothing, preferring to wear casual jeans and tshirts underneath his long dark grey duster. His green eyes are framed by his somewhat long and badly cut dark brown hair. He is usually seen sporting a few days to a weeks worth of rough stubble. His body bears no particular markings, other than a few minor scars and burns.

Background: Kyoht remembers very little of his early years, due to an affect from the installation of his cyberware. This complication arose from the fact that at the time Kyoht used a rundown and dilapidated bodyshop for his installation, to save on a few nuyens. While he was successful both saving a bit of money and earning himself some extra quick reflexes, he received a crippling fever from dirty surgical instruments and poor medical hygiene. While eventually fighting off the fever, the toll of the sickness affected his mind. He lost much of his memory from before the operation, and became slightly unhinged, often displaying crazed characteristics from time to time. That said, his current memory is spot on, and has great photographic memory.

He tends to demonstrate a lack of social graces, and his distinct lack of leadership can show in some situations. Otherwise he is a great marksman, honing his skills with distinct focus. Kyoht's favored weapon is his Dynatech Harpoon Gun, a customized weapon with scale decoration which he calls “Fish Tooth”. While affective at range, kills with the weapon are very distinctive. He is also apt with revolvers, and sniper rifles as well.

Finding himself having to lay low after a particular job gone wrong, he found himself heading out of the city with no possessions other than what he could carry. By a string of unfortunate events he found himself in Moetsville. Living off the small stash of money he had set aside, it was after spending a few weeks in the town when he met Val. Striking up a partnership, he has worked with her since.

It's All Up from Moetsville-Shadowrun

A combination of lightning/shitty weather and work has kept me kinda away from my computer, but I have put everything in Myth weavers. I'll finish up a quick backstory and other stuff tomorrow after work.

Rise Of The Runelords: Anniversary Edition!

Following along with the others, Dhalgren found himself laying eyes upon the rough visage of another group of goblins. He was slightly surprised to see one riding some sort of horrid ratlike beast, and he paused for a moment as he saw the goblin slay a dog with it's blade. It was then that he noticed that at the moment the group of goblins seemed to have trapped a rather richly decorated person as well. He found himself more mad about the death of the dog, than he was about seeing the bodies of some of the townsfolk about. At least he figured they could save the other person now for a possible reward. Hefting his javelin, he took a few steps to stand beside the rough ranger looking type of their party. If the one goblin charged the group on his mount, Dhalgren figured he could easily spit him with his halberd if he braced it.

Rolls

Initiative (16)
Move SE, S

It's All Up from Moetsville-Shadowrun

Okay, I'm pretty much done, just choosing gear and finishing touches.

Rise Of The Runelords: Anniversary Edition!

Dhalgren stood quietly, listening to the others converse with the priest. His eyes browsed over the other members of the thrown-together party, trying to fit the various individuals before him into some sort of role. As his eyes settled on one of the party members, he saw her suddenly shift forms becoming definitely more foxlike, and bearing two foxtails. Dhalgren, almost dropped his halberd at seeing such, and he fumbled awkwardly with it for a second. He had to make a conscious effort to close his gaping mouth, never having seen such before. He had heard of off stories and rumors of peoples and creatures who could change their form, but that didn't lesson the impact of seeing it for real.

Seeing the lack of any real reaction from the others, Dhalgren schooled his expression into that befitting a warrior, although his mind was still wondering what exactly she was now. Scratching idly at his neck, he kept quite, thinking and running scenarios and theory's through his mind. He wondered if she could become a full fox, or either become something different such as a bird or cat. He tried not to stare but found his eyes lightly affixed to her fox ears, and particularly her tails. I wonder if you cut on off if she could grow another? Do they regenerate? Or are they made from magic? If so you could probably make good money from selling them. It would be painful to cut one off I'm sure, but no pain no gain right? He thought, but was then that he was shocked from his thoughts a injured scream rang through the air.

Sighing, he took a moment to run back pull his javelin from a crate nearby to where he killed the first goblin. Takings quick second to insure that is was still usable, he ran back to stand slightly behind Rissi, hefting the javelin in his right hand ready for whatever was next.