i'll be adding more to my opening post,. but for now that's what I've got
edit- i completed my post
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Ronan had made his journey from his mountain tribe village of Rakan in the northern part of the region and brought a trio of young, inexperienced tribal hunters with him. The long trek down the mountain and through frigid forests and finally through to a lush green area that surrounded the Hunter Village, had tired the group out and they required rest anywhere they could get it. Ronan noticed an inn near the entrance of the town and decided it would be best to check in there. He carried news of great importance and needed to pass it on to whoever was in charge in the Hunter's Village. "Go get us some rooms in the inns, I must speak to the village elders." Ronan spoke is the native tongue of his tribe to the rest of his men before he left to go to the Elder's house. The beauty of the plants around him made him feel at ease, though very out of place, the warmth here was more than he was used to.
As he approached the Elder, a sense of dispair hit him... What if his tribe was already crushed by now? What if they couldn't stop the great Ice Dragon before it destroyed the whole village? There was a certain sense of urgency about this quest, but the perilous journey proved to be too much for some of the men he brought with him, as he had left the village with six tribesmen and only arrived with three. Monsters awaited every turn and creatures of the night stole away those who were too easily charmed. Only the strong survived and Ronan doubted the strength of his remaining tribesmen. An old man stepped forth from the hut and greeted Ronan with kind words.
"Ah, if it isn't the Prodigy Hunter from Rakan. Welcome Ronan Asher, it is a sure pleasure to see you in these times of conflict. What brings you here? More trade goods perhaps?" The Elder spoke to him cheerfully, then turned to a face that was much less gleeful as Ronan spoke, "I'm afraid not, sir. I bring terrible news from my people, a Great Ice Dragon that has yet to be named has attacked out tribe and appears to have attacked other mountain tribes aswell. We fear it will be settling into the mountain to produce young and to make it's home. I have been sent to give you word of these happenings and to gather a group of skilled hunters to aid me in seeking vengence for my slain brothers and sisters." Ronan was silent for a time while he watched the Elder ponder, wondering if the old man would give him an answer.
"Go back to the inn, surely there will be hunters there soon enough. Perhaps they will help you in your quest." The old man spoke and returned to his tought as he returned to his hut, pondering the implications of a dragon nesting in the north.Ronan removed his helmet and sighed, looking around him before making back to the inn. It would be a long night and perhaps a longer wait for people to help him out, but it had to be done.
Once he arrived at the inn, He noticed a man in a strange armor looking around the inn. Ronan also noticed the man was carrying weapons with him, which brought him to the conclusion that this man must be a hunter of some sort. "Excuse me, sir... May I have a word?": He called out to Garsin in an attempt to talk to him about his plight.
As he approached the Elder, a sense of dispair hit him... What if his tribe was already crushed by now? What if they couldn't stop the great Ice Dragon before it destroyed the whole village? There was a certain sense of urgency about this quest, but the perilous journey proved to be too much for some of the men he brought with him, as he had left the village with six tribesmen and only arrived with three. Monsters awaited every turn and creatures of the night stole away those who were too easily charmed. Only the strong survived and Ronan doubted the strength of his remaining tribesmen. An old man stepped forth from the hut and greeted Ronan with kind words.
"Ah, if it isn't the Prodigy Hunter from Rakan. Welcome Ronan Asher, it is a sure pleasure to see you in these times of conflict. What brings you here? More trade goods perhaps?" The Elder spoke to him cheerfully, then turned to a face that was much less gleeful as Ronan spoke, "I'm afraid not, sir. I bring terrible news from my people, a Great Ice Dragon that has yet to be named has attacked out tribe and appears to have attacked other mountain tribes aswell. We fear it will be settling into the mountain to produce young and to make it's home. I have been sent to give you word of these happenings and to gather a group of skilled hunters to aid me in seeking vengence for my slain brothers and sisters." Ronan was silent for a time while he watched the Elder ponder, wondering if the old man would give him an answer.
"Go back to the inn, surely there will be hunters there soon enough. Perhaps they will help you in your quest." The old man spoke and returned to his tought as he returned to his hut, pondering the implications of a dragon nesting in the north.Ronan removed his helmet and sighed, looking around him before making back to the inn. It would be a long night and perhaps a longer wait for people to help him out, but it had to be done.
Once he arrived at the inn, He noticed a man in a strange armor looking around the inn. Ronan also noticed the man was carrying weapons with him, which brought him to the conclusion that this man must be a hunter of some sort. "Excuse me, sir... May I have a word?": He called out to Garsin in an attempt to talk to him about his plight.
alright, but is everyone out in the field at the moment?
holy tits that took a little while, but i guess i can pop in anywhere or should I wait until I get introduced?
i just edited my post
i'm assuming that eulalie doesn't know much about ellie and so assumes that she has no husband to speak of. that's my take on it
the optional things?
-name: Ronan Asher
-age: 24
-apperence:
-weapon/armor:
-hunting tools: A hunting knife used for skinning, several types of healing salves, traps for both large and small creatures that he's hunting, and bombs of varying strengths and sizes including flashbombs.
-bio: Ronan grew up in a place outside of the village, he learned how to hunt and how to survive from his parents and his elders, but he never knew what it was like to live in fear of those monsters and beasts that he learned how to hunt. His tribe lived in the icy mountains to the north of Hunter Village and so they live like a tribe of warriors, fighting off whatever foul dragons and wyverns came their way. His people were battle hardened and they were fearless, brave and most of all they were intelligent in knowing how to use the land to their advantage and resources on it while on the hunt.Ronan was given armor by his family and his sword and shield were crafted from a beast that he had slain while on the hunt, however his armor was also craft from the same race of beasts many generations before him. Ronan had been to Hunter Village before, but only to trade meat and bones with the commoners for things more essential to the mountain tribesmen until a terrible Ice Dragon came upon his village and crushed it in a matter of hours despite the efforts of his tribes men. In this dire hour, Ronan and a group of inexperienced hunters were sent to Hunter Village to warn them of the danger to the north and to get in contact with a group of strong, southern hunters that could face such a challenge.
-other: Ronan is fluent in the language of the southreners due to his amount of trade with them, but he is known to speak in his own tribes tongue from time to time. Also, he is rarely seen out of his armor unless he he sleeping, in which case he is normally wearing a black, long sleeved shirt and black pants, if it is cold or snowy, this outfit is accompanied by a fluffy black parka with a white fur trim around the hood of it.
9?
-age: 24
-apperence:
-weapon/armor:
-hunting tools: A hunting knife used for skinning, several types of healing salves, traps for both large and small creatures that he's hunting, and bombs of varying strengths and sizes including flashbombs.
-bio: Ronan grew up in a place outside of the village, he learned how to hunt and how to survive from his parents and his elders, but he never knew what it was like to live in fear of those monsters and beasts that he learned how to hunt. His tribe lived in the icy mountains to the north of Hunter Village and so they live like a tribe of warriors, fighting off whatever foul dragons and wyverns came their way. His people were battle hardened and they were fearless, brave and most of all they were intelligent in knowing how to use the land to their advantage and resources on it while on the hunt.Ronan was given armor by his family and his sword and shield were crafted from a beast that he had slain while on the hunt, however his armor was also craft from the same race of beasts many generations before him. Ronan had been to Hunter Village before, but only to trade meat and bones with the commoners for things more essential to the mountain tribesmen until a terrible Ice Dragon came upon his village and crushed it in a matter of hours despite the efforts of his tribes men. In this dire hour, Ronan and a group of inexperienced hunters were sent to Hunter Village to warn them of the danger to the north and to get in contact with a group of strong, southern hunters that could face such a challenge.
-other: Ronan is fluent in the language of the southreners due to his amount of trade with them, but he is known to speak in his own tribes tongue from time to time. Also, he is rarely seen out of his armor unless he he sleeping, in which case he is normally wearing a black, long sleeved shirt and black pants, if it is cold or snowy, this outfit is accompanied by a fluffy black parka with a white fur trim around the hood of it.
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lol i figured she wouldn't react the way sawyer would have wanted.i'm working on something, but it may take a little while to get it done
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