Yeah, Aundair is just spreading the word about the vigil for that night
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Hallo!! i'm just waiting for the others to reply
Aundair bowed to Marcus, speachless, and watched him as he walked away. As soon as he was out of sight, Aundair squealed and jumped up and down with excitement. This was what he had been training so hard for and the first step to getting his own stories. Armor... i would love some new armor... but I also need to celebrate... KADE! He remembered that Kade had offered him some ale and chased after that old friend of his.
"KADE!" he shouted "I've got some special news!"
"Really? In the last five minutes? How did you manage that?
"I honestly don't know" replied Aundair "but you can bet your balls you will be as excited as I am. It starts with a 'T' and ends in a 'lar'"
Kade thought a moment, confused, and then looked up suddenly "You got promoted?! I'm getting our friends and we are having a vigil for our brother who will finally be leaving the rank of initiates.
"I'd try to be modest and say that you didn't have to do that, but I really feel like celebrating so I'm not even gonna play this game." Both of them laughed at that
"We'll meet at the fire pit, you know where that is. It's been a while since we've had a vigil." said Aundair.
"Yes sir Mr. Templar Sir." Kade bowed and strutted off mockingly. Aundair couldn't help but grin at the ridiculous reaction and went off inviting every person he saw to get to drinking for the vigil.
"KADE!" he shouted "I've got some special news!"
"Really? In the last five minutes? How did you manage that?
"I honestly don't know" replied Aundair "but you can bet your balls you will be as excited as I am. It starts with a 'T' and ends in a 'lar'"
Kade thought a moment, confused, and then looked up suddenly "You got promoted?! I'm getting our friends and we are having a vigil for our brother who will finally be leaving the rank of initiates.
"I'd try to be modest and say that you didn't have to do that, but I really feel like celebrating so I'm not even gonna play this game." Both of them laughed at that
"We'll meet at the fire pit, you know where that is. It's been a while since we've had a vigil." said Aundair.
"Yes sir Mr. Templar Sir." Kade bowed and strutted off mockingly. Aundair couldn't help but grin at the ridiculous reaction and went off inviting every person he saw to get to drinking for the vigil.
@PerseusArchean Yeah i'll let our other people have a chance to respond and then pull it out
Name: Aundair Ivellos
Appearance: Slightly above average height, Aundair boasts fair skin, strong jaw and a built frame. This is quite deceiving as he is quite young. Dark blonde hair cut thin on the sides and longer up top match well with his storm gray eyes. Considered handsome, but not as much as to send people swooning. Broad shoulders and arms move with a flowing grace, strange as he tends to be quite clumsy when not fighting. He has a loud but light voice. His armor is humble but efficient. Dark leather jerkin and legs with steel strips across the upper chest. A gray hooded cloak and a black belt grace this ensemble. His helm however is quite the opposite of humble. When his father died, Aundair took his meager fortune and commissioned himself a helm to be remembered after a battle. Bright, burnished steel with a round back and top, the faceplate is the most impressive (for lack of a better word). The large eye holes exhibiting his grey eyes, are emblazoned with celtic style knotwork. Below this is a solid piece of metal sliding down and ending just after his jaw at a point. The helm face has a crest that begins at the point so that the middle of the helm's front is a vertical ridge. (I found a picture of what I wanted for the helm, not sure how you wanted the image given, all rights reserved, i claim no ownership for this in any way shape or form.)
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Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Rank:(No rank higher than Knight-Lieutenant): Initiate
Personality: Jolly and always ready to crack a joke, Aundair is rarely seen without a smile. He is bold, brash, eager to prove himself, and dedicated to upholding his family's honor. He is the first to grab a beer and the last to surrender. Almost to a point of fault.
Bio: Born in a small human town, he was always a happy child. His mother died in child birth of his younger brother Ricard, so the brothers grew up with only their blacksmith father and the town to raise them. Aundair grew up on tales of heroes and maidens. Kings and queens. Chivalry and honor. At a young age, Aundair decided to become one of the many men that he had heard of. "Some day, songs will be sung about me!" He would always say. He was quick to make a friend and held onto them for a long time. His brother Ricard was .... less inclined. Ricard was always looking for a fight and this got the two into a good number of scraps. Mischief turned to misdemeanor as Ricard took bigger and bigger prey and, as always, Aundair would bail him out. More than once Aundair caught himself dueling a noble who felt slight after Ricard caught the fancy of a handmaiden or two. After a while Aundair became quite well known in his small town as a champion for those who couldn't defend themselves. Unfortunately Ricard became worse and worse until he fell into a debt that he couldn't repay. When the men came to collect, the only one at their family's cottage was their father. Upon returning home, Aundair and Ricard found their father slain upon the floor. The two brothers set upon the group of men and got their revenge but at a terrible price. Nearing the end of the fight, Ricard was shot by a crossbow bolt and died on the spot. Engorged with rage, Aundair hung the archer from a nearby tree and left his home, never to return. Soon after leaving, he found the Black claws and joined up with little questions. He has been a part of them ever since
Weapons: He has a long steel (similar to a rapier, but thicker) with a swept hilt sitting on his left hip and a short steel with a crossguard on his left, common in dueling communities. A throwing dagger is in a sheath on his right boot.
Other: A recognized bard, he plays his lute around fires to warm the hearts of his friends. Also in a bandit group but doesn't like the way that they do things
Appearance: Slightly above average height, Aundair boasts fair skin, strong jaw and a built frame. This is quite deceiving as he is quite young. Dark blonde hair cut thin on the sides and longer up top match well with his storm gray eyes. Considered handsome, but not as much as to send people swooning. Broad shoulders and arms move with a flowing grace, strange as he tends to be quite clumsy when not fighting. He has a loud but light voice. His armor is humble but efficient. Dark leather jerkin and legs with steel strips across the upper chest. A gray hooded cloak and a black belt grace this ensemble. His helm however is quite the opposite of humble. When his father died, Aundair took his meager fortune and commissioned himself a helm to be remembered after a battle. Bright, burnished steel with a round back and top, the faceplate is the most impressive (for lack of a better word). The large eye holes exhibiting his grey eyes, are emblazoned with celtic style knotwork. Below this is a solid piece of metal sliding down and ending just after his jaw at a point. The helm face has a crest that begins at the point so that the middle of the helm's front is a vertical ridge. (I found a picture of what I wanted for the helm, not sure how you wanted the image given, all rights reserved, i claim no ownership for this in any way shape or form.)
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Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Rank:(No rank higher than Knight-Lieutenant): Initiate
Personality: Jolly and always ready to crack a joke, Aundair is rarely seen without a smile. He is bold, brash, eager to prove himself, and dedicated to upholding his family's honor. He is the first to grab a beer and the last to surrender. Almost to a point of fault.
Bio: Born in a small human town, he was always a happy child. His mother died in child birth of his younger brother Ricard, so the brothers grew up with only their blacksmith father and the town to raise them. Aundair grew up on tales of heroes and maidens. Kings and queens. Chivalry and honor. At a young age, Aundair decided to become one of the many men that he had heard of. "Some day, songs will be sung about me!" He would always say. He was quick to make a friend and held onto them for a long time. His brother Ricard was .... less inclined. Ricard was always looking for a fight and this got the two into a good number of scraps. Mischief turned to misdemeanor as Ricard took bigger and bigger prey and, as always, Aundair would bail him out. More than once Aundair caught himself dueling a noble who felt slight after Ricard caught the fancy of a handmaiden or two. After a while Aundair became quite well known in his small town as a champion for those who couldn't defend themselves. Unfortunately Ricard became worse and worse until he fell into a debt that he couldn't repay. When the men came to collect, the only one at their family's cottage was their father. Upon returning home, Aundair and Ricard found their father slain upon the floor. The two brothers set upon the group of men and got their revenge but at a terrible price. Nearing the end of the fight, Ricard was shot by a crossbow bolt and died on the spot. Engorged with rage, Aundair hung the archer from a nearby tree and left his home, never to return. Soon after leaving, he found the Black claws and joined up with little questions. He has been a part of them ever since
Weapons: He has a long steel (similar to a rapier, but thicker) with a swept hilt sitting on his left hip and a short steel with a crossguard on his left, common in dueling communities. A throwing dagger is in a sheath on his right boot.
Other: A recognized bard, he plays his lute around fires to warm the hearts of his friends. Also in a bandit group but doesn't like the way that they do things
@PerseusArchean No, but it was a straight trajectory. My guy is grabbing it with his mind and it should come right out
Lucas opened his eyes and looked at the talking to him. His brows furrowed and he turned his head to look at his bullet wound. His torn shirt, his bloody chest and of course the hole. "Well, that is less than pleasant and my chest hair is gonna be sticky" he winced then looked back at the woman. "Oh come on, if you're gonna start tearing my clothes off you gotta buy me dinner first" he laughed and then cringed at the pain "Or at least tell me your name. In the meantime, I think I should get this bullet out. It's not really comfortable in the slightest." He smiled back up at her and forced himself into a sitting position. He began to focus his mind to find exactly where the bullet was. "So..." he began between clenched teeth "You come here often?" He looked back up at her with a smile.
Give me a moment and I will post my CS. do you want it on here, or the characters page?
Aundair stood up and slid his short steel into its sheath. He took the letter and as he read it his eyes widened slightly. Looking up at the man standing before him, he felt the weight of honor rest on his shoulder. He bowed deeply and his cloak swished around him. "Thank you sir, I... I don't know what to say. If you ever need something, don't hesitate to call, I work at your utter discretion." He stood back up and ran his fingers through his hair. "Is there anything that you need in this moment? If not, I will take your suggestion and upgrade my armor. Speaking of which, is there a certain blacksmith that you would recommend? I haven't really had the need for one before now."
@TheDarkTemplar Certain individual? Do you mean Marcus or someone else?
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