My second IC is up, sorry for the wait everyone!
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After briefly kneeling before the emperor he straightened and dwelled on their location, Sam had hoped never to return to Paron, or at least not for a very long time, not wanting to let on his distaste in case of offending his fellow adventurers his grimace was quickly replaced with a smile "Paron? Aye, I hear it's a good place as any to start". If the time arose, he committed to telling his companions of his 'unfinished business' with Lord Orill of Paron, however they might well avoid his estate entirely on their way into the little town.
Paron was not exactly on the other side of the known world, but nor was it a brief ride, so Sam was eager to depart. Tightening a strap on his sword belt he looked to their leader "I may not be a man of righteous virtue, but this is a worthy cause, when do we leave Sayrin?" Sam questioned, bowing slightly in respect.
Whilst Sam hadn't entirely expected the Emperor's missive, he would have to have been a very inept spymaster indeed to not notice all the signs of a great evil creeping over the land, even on the way through the splendid capital things seemed amiss. People shying away into homes, shopkeepers with doors firmly closed. Aye, evil was afoot alright, and it needed to be stopped.
Paron was not exactly on the other side of the known world, but nor was it a brief ride, so Sam was eager to depart. Tightening a strap on his sword belt he looked to their leader "I may not be a man of righteous virtue, but this is a worthy cause, when do we leave Sayrin?" Sam questioned, bowing slightly in respect.
Whilst Sam hadn't entirely expected the Emperor's missive, he would have to have been a very inept spymaster indeed to not notice all the signs of a great evil creeping over the land, even on the way through the splendid capital things seemed amiss. People shying away into homes, shopkeepers with doors firmly closed. Aye, evil was afoot alright, and it needed to be stopped.
First post is amazing! I'm just about go go to bed, but I'll put together a character sheet and IC post first thing tomorrow.
I am up for a fantasy/sci-fi rp of some description :)
I might be up for something Marvel, I'm not exactly a Marvel buff though, would that be a problem? I'm also currently re-reading all the Harry Potter books, so would definitely be up for a HP rp :)
Sorry for my post being so short, had to rush to get it posted as I'm about to go out with my family and didn't want to keep everyone waiting.
Sam woke to a thunderous banging on the door of his rented inn room, lacing his hands behind his head under the pillow he invited his mysterious visitors into the room "Come in!". At once the door was thrust open, revealing the hallway outside to be filled with iron-clad soldiers, the lead man grandiosely unraveled a scroll with the Emperor's seal upon it. "Sam Arvarell? You are to answer the Emperor's summons" the soldier proclaimed. Sam relaxed his grip on the dagger beneath his pillow and began to stand up, "Well, I suppose I better get dressed".
Half an hour later, he stood in the doorway of the Emperor's chambers, garbed in tanned leather armour and dark hooded cloak, a basic but sharp shortsword swung at his belt, and a concealed dagger in his left boot. Surveying the room he saw his companions to be, as had been explained by the guard en route. An eclectic bunch, but none would be here if not skilled, "Good day", Sam nodded in way of greeting, pulling down his hood.
Half an hour later, he stood in the doorway of the Emperor's chambers, garbed in tanned leather armour and dark hooded cloak, a basic but sharp shortsword swung at his belt, and a concealed dagger in his left boot. Surveying the room he saw his companions to be, as had been explained by the guard en route. An eclectic bunch, but none would be here if not skilled, "Good day", Sam nodded in way of greeting, pulling down his hood.
Name: Samuel (Sam) Arvarell
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'1", lean with slender shoulders, olive skinned, green eyed, medium length black hair parted in the centre. Usually wears lightweight leather armour for mobility.
Class: Rogue
Job: Formerly employed as spymaster by the Lord of a sizable estate, until he was caught with the nobleman's wife, when his natural affinity for stealth came in handy escaping the Lord's guards...
Weapon of choice: Shortsword, however is proficient with daggers and small axes as well.
Personality: Smooth talker, strongly opinionated, sometimes too much so for his own good. His front of confidence verging on stupidity belies his quick mind and equally quick sword arm.
Background: Born a measly washerwoman's son, he never found out who his father was, he did however find out at a young age that spying and secrets were not only something that came naturally to him, but were a way out of poverty.
Edit: Forgot to mention an age, for the record it's 27.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'1", lean with slender shoulders, olive skinned, green eyed, medium length black hair parted in the centre. Usually wears lightweight leather armour for mobility.
Class: Rogue
Job: Formerly employed as spymaster by the Lord of a sizable estate, until he was caught with the nobleman's wife, when his natural affinity for stealth came in handy escaping the Lord's guards...
Weapon of choice: Shortsword, however is proficient with daggers and small axes as well.
Personality: Smooth talker, strongly opinionated, sometimes too much so for his own good. His front of confidence verging on stupidity belies his quick mind and equally quick sword arm.
Background: Born a measly washerwoman's son, he never found out who his father was, he did however find out at a young age that spying and secrets were not only something that came naturally to him, but were a way out of poverty.
Edit: Forgot to mention an age, for the record it's 27.
@Ryka Awesome, I look forward to it!
Name: Samuel (Sam) Arvarell
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'1", lean with slender shoulders, olive skinned, green eyed, medium length black hair parted in the centre. Usually wears lightweight leather armour for mobility.
Class: Rogue
Job: Formerly employed as spymaster by the Lord of a sizable estate, until he was caught with the nobleman's wife, when his natural affinity for stealth came in handy escaping the Lord's guards...
Weapon of choice: Shortsword, however is proficient with daggers and small axes as well.
Personality: Smooth talker, strongly opinionated, sometimes too much so for his own good. His front of confidence verging on stupidity belies his quick mind and equally quick sword arm.
Background: Born a measly washerwoman's son, he never found out who his father was, he did however find out at a young age that spying and secrets were not only something that came naturally to him, but were a way out of poverty.
Edit: Forgot to mention an age, for the record it's 27.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'1", lean with slender shoulders, olive skinned, green eyed, medium length black hair parted in the centre. Usually wears lightweight leather armour for mobility.
Class: Rogue
Job: Formerly employed as spymaster by the Lord of a sizable estate, until he was caught with the nobleman's wife, when his natural affinity for stealth came in handy escaping the Lord's guards...
Weapon of choice: Shortsword, however is proficient with daggers and small axes as well.
Personality: Smooth talker, strongly opinionated, sometimes too much so for his own good. His front of confidence verging on stupidity belies his quick mind and equally quick sword arm.
Background: Born a measly washerwoman's son, he never found out who his father was, he did however find out at a young age that spying and secrets were not only something that came naturally to him, but were a way out of poverty.
Edit: Forgot to mention an age, for the record it's 27.
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