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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I will attempt to get a post up possible tomorrow or Thursday, though I'm not sure what more I can add to the current encounter other than a spoken reply, which could be done in a reply from one of you.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

You're fine. I don't feel pressured. I will try to get a post up.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I posted. Hope that's ok?

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Gaderon definitely felt the difference of the climate he found himself in compared to his homeland. It wasn’t scorching, but he been forced to drape his long coat over the back of his saddle and take to wearing a shirt made of thinner material with shorter sleeves. Despite the heat, he still wore his leather and chainmail chest piece. He would rather suffer discomfort from the heat than a sword through his chest. He took a swig from one of his waterskins as Cinder carried him along, feeling the change in climate himself no doubt. Gaderon patted the horse in an attempt to comfort him. At least they had found some shade along their path to offer some respite, however little. Hanging his waterskin back on the side of his saddle, Gaderon pulled Cinder to a stop and dismounted. When his feet hit the ground, he pulled the waterskin back off the saddle and gave the horse a few drinks of water as thanks. Cinder replied by rubbing his muzzle against his owner’s hand.

Gaderon allowed his gaze to travel over the landscape, taking in what he could. The smell of smoke drifted along the soft breeze and met his nostrils. It didn’t smell like a campfire or a wood stove found in a cottage. The smell was much more pungent and held an undertone to it he couldn’t quite figure out. Despite this, smoke definitely meant fire. Perhaps this would lead him to his quary: the dragon that was rumored to be around this area. He had never encountered a dragon before and was determined enough to get close enough to catch a glimpse of it and help the people suffering if he could, but wasn’t foolish enough to think he could kill the beast.

With his horse pleased by the small break and drink, Gaderon pushed himself back onto the saddle and nudged Cinder into a faster pace toward the smell of smoke. As they neared the source, a pillar of smoke could be seen over a small hill. As the pair crested the hill, though, Gaderon laid eyes on a village in ruins. Even at a distance, he could tell this wasn’t the work of a dragon. He dismounted when they came to the edge of the scene. As the smell hit his nostrils, he quickly figured out what the undertone of the smoke had been. The bodies scattered around weren’t burnt. Upon closer inspection, Gaderon saw the wounds were caused by swords, clubs, axes, weapons of Man, not the claws or fangs of a beast. This troubled him more than if the dragon had killed the people scattered around him. He mumbled a prayer to Bael for the poor souls as he stepped past each body.

The only sounds heard around him were the soft breeze knocking a sign against the side of a building and the carrion circling overhead like messengers of death. The scene only got more gruesome the further he walked into the village. Men hung from sign posts by their necks, women were bound by their hands to the same posts, and children lay facedown in puddles of what must have been their own blood. As he came to the center of the village where a well sat, he bent and scooped up a simple doll sewed by hand; a little girl’s doll, partially scorched and spatterd in blood. He could only guess at what they endured before death took them away from their suffering. The beasts he dedicated his life to hunting and destroying at least killed for the purpose of feeding. The creatures responsible for the ungodly scene around him did this with no purpose other than pleasure and greed. At this thought, hard look came over his scarred face as he held the tarnished doll.

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I am slowly working on an Alan post.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@POOHEAD189 Wasn't planning on it, but now that you ask me not to, Gaderon will swoop in with his full automatic laser crossbows and kill the dragon like the god he is!

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

If anyone would like to give me a summary of the IC events that would be lovely. I am having a time catching up with all the posts, but I will eventually.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@POOHEAD189 I'll look over it. That's fine. I'm still in the process of reading the IC posts.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Gaderon

Username: Ink Blood

Character Name: Gaderon Fleurin

Race/Species: Human- Half Banian/ Half Vrettonian

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Career/Class: Darkslayer

Weapons:

• Estoc with silver-laced valdium blade
• Silver dagger
• Hunting knife

Physical Description (as detailed as possible please, pictures not accepted.): Gaderon stands at 5’11” with a lithe but solid frame. He shares the fair skin of his Banian roots but has a lighter shade of brown hair from his mother’s bloodline. He keeps his shoulder-length hair tied back in a half ponytail. His eyes are a piercing, ice blue. His facial structure is an interesting combination of his Banina and Vrettonian, giving him a squared jawline and high cheekbones. The most distinguishing factor to Gaderon, though, is a large scar across the left side of his face reminiscent of a bolt of lighting. It begins just above his eyebrow and runs clear down just below his mouth in a jagged line that branches of across the bridge of his nose and several other places. To stave off the cold of his homeland, he usually wears a thick shirt under his armored chest piece, a long cuffed coat, and high boots. Since coming to south, though, Gaderon has taken to wearing a thin shirt open at the chest with shorter sleeves and leaves his coat slung across his bag.

Armor: Gaderon is usually clad in a leather chest piece overlaid with chainmail.

Equipment/Other

• Grey horse named Cinder
• Simple trail rations
• 2 Waterskins
• Fire starting kit
• Holy symbol of Bael
• Belt pouch full of various ingredients used in fighting different creatures.
• Journal

Mental Description/Personality: Gaderon is a headstrong person confident (some would say arogant) in his own abilities. Because of this, he finds himself being skeptical of others’ abilities on a subconscious level, preferring to do things himself if possible, at times being stubborn and still attempting to do them himself. He is also a very studious and inquisitive person, constantly observing his surroundings, especially people. He has earned himself a reputation in specializing in finding the creatures that hide amongst their potential prey. As he observes so much, Gaderon usually has very little to say or contribute as far as conversation goes, but when he does talk he can be long winded at times. Despite this, he’s friendly enough, not too standoffish in terms of his personality, but his scar tends to intimidate the more faint of heart. Gaderon doesn't mind people avoiding him much, usually wanting to be left to his thoughts and observations or studies of various creatures.

Goals: Gaderon began his journey south when tracking a banshee from his homeland and found monsters he had not faced or studied before as well as variations of monsters he had faced before, so he continued his journey to study new monsters and learn what he could of them. His studies and jobs continued leading him further south.

Background/History:

• Gaderon is born to his Banian father and Vrettonian mother, who lived on the border between the two countries.
• Gaderon’s uncle on his mother’s side takes him on as an apprentice to train him as a Darkslayer as well as dueling styles of Vretttonia.
• Gaderon begins keeping his own journal about the creatures he hunts and studying them on an almost obsessive level.
• Gaderon becomes well known while under his uncle’s tutelage when he helps destroy a pair of vampires that were terrorizing a village near the border of Andred.
• Gaderon is wounded by one of the vampires and almost succumbs to his wounds and the sickness caused by them.
• Gaderon strikes out on his own as a full fledge Darkslayer at the age of twenty-three and continues studying the creatures he was taught to kill, determined to shed new light on them and find cures to some if possible.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@POOHEAD189 Alright. Editted CS. Sorry about the nest thing, wasn't sure how powerful vampires were in this world.