The Fox Without

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Doh need to get back to her/him, got wrapped up in making Morgan and The Pale Horse >_<

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

True form

Morgan

Morgan arrived with his pitch steed in the early years of Valdoa after quitting his tenure as a servant to the rapidly declining Debanche family. He was able to find a niche quite easily, putting his skills gained as a servant to the bourgeois to quickly establish himself in the west commons, soon purchasing a rundown and dingy tavern, although few were privy to what he used as payment. Almost overnight, the raggedy tavern known charmingly as The Rat's Arse was transformed into a venue open to all comers, boasting a quality few in the city could equal, yet still managing to stay quaint and unthreatening. Thus is the birth of The Pale Horse, home of its signature pale ale, The Gravedigger's Draught.

Morgan is practiced in many instruments and will often provide the entertainment of the night, mixing music with various tricks during acts. Morgan is often an incorrigible flirt, spending a much more time with the fairer sex. Every few nights he leaves the care of the tavern to the staff, feeling the need to race about on his steed, although he rarely heralds deaths as he did in what now seems a past life.

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Garm

Garm

Hellhound

Garm has been a resident of Valdoa for a few years now, and made quiet a nuisance of himself in his first years, practically badgering the Engineers for a position as a Hand, known as a showboat for his over the top demonstrations, but he certainly grabbed their attention. Soon he was instated as Hand. Many believed his desprate attempts were caused by the fact that hell hounds rarely go long without a master, and had been simply been trying to gain some semblance of one.

However, mere months after being made a Hand, his personality made a huge shift, going from the placating dog he had been to hardly paying mind to the Engineers, merely doing the minimum to keep his status. Hard to keep track, as he has yet to take to anything resembling a home, nearly as often found sleeping in an alley or the Arboretum as he is to be found in a room for the night. Is known to be a frequent customer to both pubs as well as the women of the night who can be found there. Tends to act spontaneously, doing whatever might bring him some pleasure for the moment without thought of the consequences.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Before I finalize the designs for the tavern, would anyone want to live there, could easily be an inn/boarding house and tavern, otherwise probably just have rooms available for use of ladies of the night.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Thanks, it'll probably be up Wednesday, gonna be doing some research on taverns and duhallans, just have a basic idea of what they are, and won't have internet tomorrow. But got a good bit of conceptual ideas going.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Well of course there'd be the ones who just sign to get the protection, hell my character isn't going to be repentant, just trying out a new life. But that's one of the things I liked about the concept, where the people you live with might have grudges with you, but you can't act on them since the law says they are now innocent.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Something I was thinking of, I don't know if you've read the fables comics, but they have a treaty for the town saying anyone who becomes a member of the town has there past Crimes and such wiped, and us expected to follow the town's precepts from that point on, seems like that could work in this setting, allowing for some "repentant" monsters to have a well known monstrous past.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Nah I was thinking if we're allowed to own stores he could run a tavern in town, as well ad being the bartender, occasional performer, and bouncer.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

If this is still open, I have a concept for a dullahan character if that's okay.

Tales of Alethrion

Yeeaah, Amon's about to have a panic attack real soon, now to see how quick I can get out of town. You want me to make some cliffnotes for the important foamy members I had in mind, or wanna make them yourself, seeing as I imagine they aren't just gonna leave this sitting... he gonna die 0_0

Tales of Alethrion

Amon let out a bark of laughter as the war picked up, enjoying himself, the calm and apathetic demeanor gone to the wayside now that he was on a battlefield he had lived on since birth. He had seen the merchant eyeing the pot the little creature had offered, seeming genuinely interested. Ahhh apparently it's true, all that glitters isn't gold, especially in the eyes of what was at least an eccentric if not crazed man.

Amon shook his head, trying to talk himself out of his next move. He didn't even know if this was the true map, hell he was even sure there was a true map. However each time he managed to talk himself out of it, he saw the faces of his family, the sneering,g of his brothers and sister as they tore apart the family name and business, his mother's voice saying it was to dangerous for such a sickly child, his father looking at him with disgust as all he saw was some diseased shell looking for a hand out. Those eyes he saw everyday, that contempt he felt even when his father was away on trips.
He could feel a determination, a stubbornness welling up he was going to prove them wrong, he was going to be the face of the Shukal family, HE WAS GOING

"250 COINS"

To have to get out of town soon. Horror covered his face as he heard the what had just left his mouth. His brothers and sisters were going to kill him, and that was if he was lucky and his father didn't find out first.