The large man was given pause by the apparent carefree nature of Helath, especially given the rather awkward escalation of the last minute and a half. After another look at the gathering crowd, Duraid finally dismissed the questions that were gathering in the forefront of his mind with a quick shake of his clean-shaven head, before turning once more to face as many of the newcomers as possible.
In the same slightly exasperated tone, he continued. "Alright then, you lot! You want work? You've come to the right place. Line up on the training ground."
"Barst, if you know what the snidely-commenting woman can do, give me your appraisal, if not, help Ereshk with the supplies. As for said supplies, you really need to work on your strength, boy. See who you can round up to carry more food, the money's in my tent."
The warrior glanced around to see who he had missed, choosing to ignore his daughter's current actions as a rather immature play on the former knight's kindness. Instead, he spotted the rather illusive masked woman attempting to make her getaway. "Oi, Ashielle! You got anything to report?"
For Faris, it didn't matter that her father thought her actions were immature, or cruel, or even just plain unnecessary. For a mercenary, pride was a rare thing that only weighed down your conviction on the battlefield. The same could not be said for the vastly similar concept of showing one how skilled you were with a blade. That could mean the difference between eating and starving.
However, even that didn't cross her mind as she stared directly at the man who had rushed into 'save' her. All that mattered was that she'd been showed up by this hulking creature who didn't even think to judge the situation(The similarities to how Faris herself handled everything flew right over her head.), and that he'd obviously thought that he could save her by doing it. Frankly, it was rather insulting.
However, that didn't prepare her for the answer that Hark gave, her seemingly genuine smile disappearing as Faris' jaw went slack, her mouth hanging slightly agape. It was a good five seconds before she finally responded, more than a bit flustered. ".....Er, yeah. Ah...I..." She finally found her voice, following up her stumbling admission to the man's statement with her own harsh comment. "Get outta here, ya hulking oaf!"
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Actually, Faris went over to tap Hark on the shoulder, should be fun.
Also, Star, Duraid's about the same height as Hark and nearly half again as wide.
Duraid's grip on the bow slackened, allowing the complaining wood to relax as the rather comforting tones of the Caldegian archer carefully broke down the situation. He replaced the bow back on the weapon rack before finally turning to face the group at large.
For the ones familiar with the slight quirks and minute changes to the warrior's face that were the only giveaway to his current emotions, the large man looked exasperated.
"Look here, Barst, I've worked with men larger than I am who paid for themselves as assassins. Although you do make a good point with the questionable decisions this one makes."
The sunken green eyes glanced over to the wolf-pack, focusing on the archer of the siblings. "You said you wanted work?"
A few feet over, Faris accepted the proffered hand, hauling herself up with practiced ease. She gave Helath a mute grin, before retrieving her fallen sword and lightly tapping her "hero" on the shoulder.
For the ones familiar with the slight quirks and minute changes to the warrior's face that were the only giveaway to his current emotions, the large man looked exasperated.
"Look here, Barst, I've worked with men larger than I am who paid for themselves as assassins. Although you do make a good point with the questionable decisions this one makes."
The sunken green eyes glanced over to the wolf-pack, focusing on the archer of the siblings. "You said you wanted work?"
A few feet over, Faris accepted the proffered hand, hauling herself up with practiced ease. She gave Helath a mute grin, before retrieving her fallen sword and lightly tapping her "hero" on the shoulder.
Oh I have just the best response to Hart's heroism (posting from a phone).
Allow me to interject.
Allow me to interject.
Apologies for leaving right as it gets good, but I need to pick up a hungry friend from the airport. I'll be back in around an hour and a half, I believe.
Freeshooter92 said
How close is the misunderstanding to the marketplace?
The misunderstanding of epic proportions is within walking distance, if the scrawny mage could carry a sack of apples there multiple times. As it stands, it appears it's going to be a very vocal engagement, along with a few more twists into the mix before it comes to a halt.
In that case, both are accepted. I'll add them to the opening post shortly.
And yet her class is a trickster. Hmm.
Okay, here's what I think is a fair balance between the two. How does it sound if you select if she's gonna be a trickster or a manakete before any battle plays out, and you have to abide by that class no matter the outcome of said battle. Note, I'm talking an entire battle, not just one fight. With that in mind, does that sound good to you?
Okay, here's what I think is a fair balance between the two. How does it sound if you select if she's gonna be a trickster or a manakete before any battle plays out, and you have to abide by that class no matter the outcome of said battle. Note, I'm talking an entire battle, not just one fight. With that in mind, does that sound good to you?
Just did, I see no glaring problems other than a quick question about your manakete. She, as a point of fact, can shapeshift?
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