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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

One by one, the mercenaries began their way towards the crumbling ziggurat, and the foul blue creatures within. Zarif stood still for a moment, thinking of how he should approach. Ideally, he wanted to ride ahead of them all, take down the bow-wielding Yeek, and circle back to the group. Trying to take positions while under fire like that was sure to spell disaster, but these cursed men were surprisingly nimble. The merchant doubted he would be able to take it out in one pass.

A few of his allies walked around Zarif, surrounding him as they made their way forward. Below him, Salador snorted loudly, which snapped the Merchant back to attention. He glanced around, spying the boy to his right, who seemed to have almost jumped out of his skin at the sound.
Zarif: It is not you. My friend here just doesn't like getting boxed in is all

The older man smiled, patting the back of the animal. The boy, Etor, was a new recruit, and young besides. With the captain away, the quartermaster should probably do his best to make him feel more comfortable.
Zarif: He doesn't bite! Here, I'll show you!

In one swift motion, Zarif reaches down and grabbes Etor by the straps of his breastplate, swinging him down in front of Salador's hump, chuckling under his breath.
Zarif:See? There is nothing to worry about! Let us ride!

_{Zarif uses the Rescue command on Etor, then Zarif and Etor move TEN tiles to 12-26.}

Statsheet

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif: The foreigner squinted at the ruins, eyes fixed on the strange blue-men hobbling around the flames. He could hear the others talking among themselves, and only half listened, he and his mount inching around the trees, his hands wrapped tightly around his bow. Their manner of walking, the foul stench, the bodies, the fell creatures of this land were deeply unsettling to Zarif.

Back home, a wyvern may be fierce beast indeed, but a beast is all it was. These cursed things... Zarif shuttered, turning back to the others. Ashür and that mystic were talking, probably each trying to pretend to be in charge. Of course, it was quite obvious to Zarif that he himself was the one trusted by the captain to take charge, but with those men who stood so close to the ground... the merchant wouldn't hurt their fragile pride.

He nodded and gave them both a smile that implied hearing far more than he really had. "Salador and I will press onwards to those trees up ahead" He explained, pointing to the small wood not far from the one they were in now. "From there, I'll take out the archer, and circle back to you all." Zarif smiled, twirling his shortbow around as Salidor slowly trotted around the small group

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

Merchant

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Level 3

_{-------STATISTICS------- -------MASTERIES-------}
| VIT -- 22 | 75% | BLADES -- E
| MGT -- 6 | 50% | POLEARMS -- D
| SKI -- 8 | 55% | AXES/BLUNT -- E
| SPD -- 9 | 55% | BOWS/RANGED -- C
| SRT -- 2 | 20% | THEURGY -- N/A
| MND -- 0 | 5% | MYSTICISM -- N/A
| LUK -- 5 | 40% |

Secondary Statistics
^{WGT -- ?
ACC -- ??
AVO -- ??
RES -- ??
CRT -- ??}

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Traits:
<sup>- MOUNTED: This unit rides their favored mount, gaining +2 MVT, while being subject to mounted weapon restrictions as well as being disadvantaged by certain weapons and skills. Similarly, a mounted unit may spend whatever MVT remains to reposition directly after attacking. A mounted unit may dismount at anytime. While mounted, a character may use the 'rescue' command to carry another unit to safety.
- MOMENTUM: Character gain 1 MGT and 1 SPD for every 2 Tiles traversed towards a foe for the first attack of that combat.
- CELERITY: Movement +2.</sup>

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Equipment & Magicks

• Bronze Short Spear
  
  • MIGHT | 3
  • ACCURACY | 80
  • WEIGHT | 3
  • CONDITION | 24/30
  • RANGE | 1
  • SPECIAL | NA
  • COST | 190

• Bronze Short Bow
  
  • MIGHT | 2
  • ACCURACY | 80
  • WEIGHT | 2
  • CONDITION | 18/30
  • RANGE | 2
  • SPECIAL | +5% Critical Rate, Cannot be used with shields
  • COST | 275

• Bronze Sling
  
  • MIGHT | 1
  • ACCURACY | 85
  • WEIGHT | 0
  • CONDITION | 10/10
  • RANGE | 2
  • SPECIAL | NA
  • COST | 60

• Bronze Crossbow
  
  • MIGHT | 5
  • ACCURACY | 90
  • WEIGHT | 7
  • CONDITION | 30/30
  • RANGE | 2
  • SPECIAL | NA
  • COST | 470

Possessions: Vulnerary (1/3), 190 AU

Bio

Personality/Appearance

Zarif is a man of 22 years and 7 moons, standing just under 6 feet tall, and never seen far from his Camel, Salador. With skin paler than most and strange clothing, Zarif is one who attracts a passing interest in some, and a scornful look from others. Not accustomed to the lands of Akkad or their strange gods, Zarif tends to appear bit naive about its ways and customs, though this is often a ploy used to lower people's guards to his cunning. Still a salesman at heart, Zarif always does his best to strike a good deal.

Backstory

Born in the distant lands beyond the endless desert to the west, Zarif was raised to be a Merchant like his father, and took to it quickly. When he was old enough, his father bought him his own Camel, and Zarif quickly bonded with the animal, whom he named Salador, and has been inseparable ever since.

Having heard stories of a mythical "Golden Land" beyond the desert, with cities paved with gold, armies so large that drank rivers dry, and a king who was both a god and a giant, Zarif joined a merchant caravan to cross the seemingly endless desert. After many moons, with the lands they had been traveling to, with the destination almost within grasp, the caravan was set upon by raiders. Nearly dead and robbed blind, a mercenary company crossed paths with the bloody scene, and managed to save Zarif and Salador. Trapped in this strange land, and with no way to return home, Zarif joined the company, and has been with them for 3 years.