After seeing a panic stricken elf, who was clearly suffering the side effects of drink run out of the inn and shout something about dwarfs fighting, Arent chuckled, he had enough dwarf companions to know that interrupting one of their brawls wasn't a good idea.
Approaching the human warrior and elf mage, Arent spoke to them for the first time, trying to conceal his excitement and keep his voice level "Greetings, my name's Arent, yours are?"
Up close the Elf's beauty was even more prominent and the warriors haggard appearance made him look an even fiercer for, or worthy ally. Not that the elf didn't look worthy, on the contrary, her firework display earlier had made him even more cautious around her.
Deciding it was time to stop being so damn secretive and time to get cracking with the adventure, he lowered his hood and looked them both in the eye, awaiting a reply.
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Name: George Viatelli
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Aspect: A tattoo like marking on his left forearm, which resembles a ball of fire, and flickers as if it were indeed fire when activated. Whilst it is active he gains the ability to channel great streams of fire through his palms. This leaves him feeling greatly drained afterwards though.
Core(s): Elemental and Trick
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1. Fireballs
2. Air blast
3. Teleport
4. Levitation
5. Telekinesis (on small objects)
7. Repel small objects with blasts of air
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Fair enough
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Yeah probably
Now that the inn had 2 dwarfs and an elf, and plenty of raucous laughter coming from it and a human and elf were in discussion by the river, Arent realised the whole party was here. Not wishing to either interrupt the drunken shenanigans occuringn in the inn, or the conversation by the river, he merely took up position in the centre of the town square and waited for the party to form.
He looked at the female elf in deep conversation with the other human, she had a fierce look in her eye and the tip of her staff was aflame, Arent wondered if the male had been foolish enough to try and court her. Then again, he couldn't blame him if he had, she really was very good looking, but Arent knew there is nothing worse than trying to court a women who does not want to be courted. He knew from experience. Attempting romance with an elf in possession of powerful magic seemed damnright stupid.
He doubted the other human would be so stupid, he looked experienced, and the look on his face didn't bear a lustful expression but one of curiosity. Turning his thoughts to the triad in the bar, he chuckled at the bangs and laughter coming from inside. He was glad dwarfs were coming along, for one they always had drink and food, and they also made fiersome allies. As did elfs, their superior speed and magical prowess made him thankful to have two making up part of their party.
Thinking, he mused that he was the only member carrying a bow, which he supposed made him at least have some importance. Thinking of the immense strength of the dwarfs and the speed and magical power of the elf's, he was almost beginning to feel redundant. Feeling suddenly determined to prove this not so, he saw a bird circling above the pair talking on the banks of the river, and within seconds he had sent an arrow loose which struck the bird in its plump body. Sending it plummeting towards the space in between his two fellow party members. "Well" he said aloud, "that should get their attention".
He looked at the female elf in deep conversation with the other human, she had a fierce look in her eye and the tip of her staff was aflame, Arent wondered if the male had been foolish enough to try and court her. Then again, he couldn't blame him if he had, she really was very good looking, but Arent knew there is nothing worse than trying to court a women who does not want to be courted. He knew from experience. Attempting romance with an elf in possession of powerful magic seemed damnright stupid.
He doubted the other human would be so stupid, he looked experienced, and the look on his face didn't bear a lustful expression but one of curiosity. Turning his thoughts to the triad in the bar, he chuckled at the bangs and laughter coming from inside. He was glad dwarfs were coming along, for one they always had drink and food, and they also made fiersome allies. As did elfs, their superior speed and magical prowess made him thankful to have two making up part of their party.
Thinking, he mused that he was the only member carrying a bow, which he supposed made him at least have some importance. Thinking of the immense strength of the dwarfs and the speed and magical power of the elf's, he was almost beginning to feel redundant. Feeling suddenly determined to prove this not so, he saw a bird circling above the pair talking on the banks of the river, and within seconds he had sent an arrow loose which struck the bird in its plump body. Sending it plummeting towards the space in between his two fellow party members. "Well" he said aloud, "that should get their attention".
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Random plot idea #1 sounds good, or I'd be totally down to do anything harry potter related.
Me too haha
Escaping the guards was not too hard. Sam had done it many a time. But escaping the guards with a bulging back of gold in one hand and in a crowded street was a different matter. He was moving as fast as possible through the thronging crowds, which wasn't that fast at all, and was only too aware of the guards shouting "Stop, thief!" behind him.
In an attempt to shake them, he veered into an alley and took a series of random turns, eagre to lose his persuers in the network of backstreets. The noise of the guards was fading, and with a glance over his shoulder, he confirmed the dank alleyway was empty for now. Slowing to a brisk jog, he turned a corner, right into the path of a panicked looking woman. They collided and the bag of money slipped his grasp. The women immediately apologised and knelt to help pick up the scattered coins, twinkling in the early day sun like a hundred miniature suns of his own.
Sam took this opportunity to study her. She was crimsean, judging by her appearance, and looked as if she was all too keen to lose a persuer too. The women spoke, confirming what he had thought of a Crimsian heritage, and identified herself as cassia. just as he was about to introduce himself in a return,the noise of an explosion reached the pair and the look of worry intensified on Cassia's face. "I know you don't know me, nor do I know you, but I must go with you, where ever it is you go. Please, my people's lives depend on it. Will you help me stranger?" she exclaimed.
Sam quickly thought this over, he had nothing against Crimseans, in fact if anything he pitited them. They had their homeland ripped away from them and their culture was at risk by being dilutes. Some however, as Sam knew, held different views. Perhaps that is why she is worried, he mused in his head, maybe she was being persued by some racist thugs.
Deciding it would probably serve them both to get out of the alley he simply said "Follow me". Pulling his lockpicks and what looked like a metal syringe from within hidden pockets stitched into the lining of his greatcoat. Using the 'syringe' he applied some oil to the hinges of a nearby door, it was a large, simple door which Sam was hoping would lead to a house. He set to work on the lock and within about 15 seconds a soft click could be heard, easing the door open he motioned for Cassia to be quiet and they both slipped inside. After Sam left Cassia in the kitchen of the home, he checked the rest of the home and found it unoccupied. He returned downstairs and set the bag of gold on the table, "Right" he said "Who or what are you running from?".
In an attempt to shake them, he veered into an alley and took a series of random turns, eagre to lose his persuers in the network of backstreets. The noise of the guards was fading, and with a glance over his shoulder, he confirmed the dank alleyway was empty for now. Slowing to a brisk jog, he turned a corner, right into the path of a panicked looking woman. They collided and the bag of money slipped his grasp. The women immediately apologised and knelt to help pick up the scattered coins, twinkling in the early day sun like a hundred miniature suns of his own.
Sam took this opportunity to study her. She was crimsean, judging by her appearance, and looked as if she was all too keen to lose a persuer too. The women spoke, confirming what he had thought of a Crimsian heritage, and identified herself as cassia. just as he was about to introduce himself in a return,the noise of an explosion reached the pair and the look of worry intensified on Cassia's face. "I know you don't know me, nor do I know you, but I must go with you, where ever it is you go. Please, my people's lives depend on it. Will you help me stranger?" she exclaimed.
Sam quickly thought this over, he had nothing against Crimseans, in fact if anything he pitited them. They had their homeland ripped away from them and their culture was at risk by being dilutes. Some however, as Sam knew, held different views. Perhaps that is why she is worried, he mused in his head, maybe she was being persued by some racist thugs.
Deciding it would probably serve them both to get out of the alley he simply said "Follow me". Pulling his lockpicks and what looked like a metal syringe from within hidden pockets stitched into the lining of his greatcoat. Using the 'syringe' he applied some oil to the hinges of a nearby door, it was a large, simple door which Sam was hoping would lead to a house. He set to work on the lock and within about 15 seconds a soft click could be heard, easing the door open he motioned for Cassia to be quiet and they both slipped inside. After Sam left Cassia in the kitchen of the home, he checked the rest of the home and found it unoccupied. He returned downstairs and set the bag of gold on the table, "Right" he said "Who or what are you running from?".
Hey, I'm up for most of these, pm me :)
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