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Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

@Lady Sven Hope you're alright, that doesn't sound like fun at all. Take your time, no worries.

Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

Pulling back his hood he raised an eyebrow at the hulking Orc, who had just slammed his gigantic weapon on the table, spilling some of his soup on his robe-bottom. He was not going to have fun dealing with this one, that's for sure.

After wiping his clothes dry he looked back up as the Orc began to speak, apparently thinking that Terran had been attempting to flirt with the girl - Sarah was her name - he guessed this 'Gun'tar' fellow just didn't grasp human facial expressions. And he didn't even want to get into the fact that the Orc had wanted him to challenge her to a fight to become Terran's "mate".

Terran was about to open his mouth to tell off Gun'tar before Sarah spoke up again. He listened intently to what she had to say, and the deal sounded good enough for him.

The tattooed man chuckled, "Sarah's Saviors, eh? I suppose it's got a nice ring to it."

So far the worst part of the mission was the fact that he had to sign a document. His handwriting was embarrassingly bad. Though with a reluctant sigh and a grimace he took it once Laurencia was done. "Oh now you're just showing off." he muttered to himself as he saw the girls name elegantly written on the paper.

Printing his own underneath hers, he sighed at the obvious difference in quality, and then sat it back on the table.

Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

Right, thanks for clearing that up since I'm a big idiot.

I'll try to get a post up here soon.

Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

@Lady Sven possible stupid question.

So, who exactly is Chris talking to in your most recent post? I sort of got the impression he's trying to snipe people from Sarah's group to join his own?

Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

Tarren cared not for the festival, in fact he had almost forgotten about it. Needless to say he wouldn't lose sleep over missing it. He wasn't a huge fan of traveling during the winter, but he was confident he was prepared to deal with it. He couldn't say the same of the others gathered at the table.

Another thing he noticed is that he appearance went completely ignored by the more "proper" looking woman, he figured his entrance wasn't polite enough after all. Oh well, you can't win them all. She'd get over it sooner or later.

Ignoring her in turn, Tarren turned to the younger girl.

With a thoughtful look on his face he spooned a bit of soup into his mouth, swallowing it before smirking at her. "Well kid, looks like your luck has changed. If you'd like to avoid freezing to death halfway before your crazy adventure is even started, I think I can help with that. Been living in the wilds for pretty much all my life, I know a thing or two about that sort of thing if you'll have me, miss...?"

The tattooed man didn't even really know why he was volunteering for this, especially since she hadn't said anything about being paid. But, he could actually get the chance to socialize with some people, do some adventuring, and help some kid get wherever she needed to go alive and well. All with only a mild chance of death. Hooray.

Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

Hope that intro was good enough, wasn't really sure where to introduce my character into the story so I figured I'd just jump right in.

Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

A bare hand reached out to grab an apple off of the display, bringing it to the man's brown eyes that were alight with mischief. They narrowed briefly, inspecting the fruit before letting out an "Eh." noise and placing it back down on the stall. Looking up straight into the stall owner's eyes he picked up yet another apple. "Maybe this one..." he drawled, staring intently at the red skin. The shopkeep's face split into an apprehensive smile, maybe this one would be to the strange tattooed man's liking, unlike the past four.

"Oh no, what's this? It's rotten, and I even see a few worms crawling around in it!" he proclaimed in "horror" (or at least, as best as he could lie), loud enough for the other customers standing around him to hear, and to look accusingly at the quickly angering stall salesman.

The poor fruit in question was batted out of the brown-eyed customer's hands by the shopkeep and quickly replaced by an equally fresh one. Gritting his teeth the salesman did his best to smile at the customer. "What about that one sir, I'm sure it's perfectly fresh! And free of charge too!"

A small smirk appeared on the tattooed man's face, nodding in agreement. "So it would seem. Must have just been a one-off mistake, the quality of these fruits are superb." he noted, biting into it while strolling away from the stand.

Still feeling somewhat hungry after his quick snack, Tarren pulled his hood up before casually walking into a nearby Inn by the name of 'The Southern Gate Tap'. Once at the bar he quickly ordered a bowl of meat soup and some bread, handing the barmaid a few coins as payment he sat down at a nearby table.

Having not forgotten his main goal in coming into the town, the wanderer looked around for any usually interesting looking individuals, and to his surprise he actually found some. Two well-armed women sat at a table alongside a hulking Orc was not a common sight, and he was dying to know just what they were up to.

His musing was cut short by the arrival of his food, which he picked up to take over to the other table, hearing something of "traveling east".

Arriving at their table he spoke up, hoping he wouldn't come off as too rude. Then he realized he was the one that was going to be doing the talking and gave up hope on that.

"Hello there, couldn't help but overhear of your grand adventure that you're planning. I might be interesting in accompanying you if the opportunity is presented." Terran really hoped that introduction sounded proper enough. "Just, uh, carry on with your conversation, I'd just like to listen in."

Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

Terran Aver - The Wanderer

Additional Appearance Information:

Other than the clothes found in the image, he also wears a simple leather quiver strapped to his waist. His facial tattoos travel down the back of his bald head, ending at his shoulders. His eyes are as brown as the earth he weilds, with a tan complexion fitting of a man who spends most of his life outdoors.

Name:

Terran Aver

Race:

Human

Age:

21

Height/Weight:

6'2 182

Personality Information:

Snarky, sarcastic, and sometimes downright rude. A life primarily lived in the wilds has raised him with effectively no manners at all. And a dose of cynicism after wandering through village after village, witnessing one tragedy after another.

Terran is very level headed and doesn't often let his emotions cloud his judgment, both in and out of combat. And he can usually be considered a pretty relaxed person.

He feels awkward expressing deep emotions, especially when trying to convey his care for friends/loved ones. Terran can also sometimes be quite self-detrimental.

Brief Backstory:

Terran remembers little of his parents or early childhood, only that he had been forced to live in an orphanage from a very young age. He, like many of the other children there, was unhappy with his life that mainly consisted of doing manual labor for either food, or a small sum of money to help keep the orphanage afloat.

At the age of 11 he fled the village, having no idea where to go or what to do when he escaped, Terran wandered into the woods. He had heard the stories of course, of the strange magic that enchanted the forest, causing trees to get up out of the ground and walk around when no one was looking, trees that were alive.

Seeing no walking wood or magical creatures to speak of, he hiked further into the woods without fear. After hours of searching for something (though what he didn't know) the child had grown very tired, and happened upon a dry, welcoming cave. Unfortunately for him, a pack of wolves must have thought the cavern was equally welcoming, as they had already taken the cave as their own.

The boy ran faster than he had ever run, hoping that somehow he would be able to escape the ferocious beasts that were swiftly gaining on him. Terran was eventually surrounded by the hungry looking animals, and as one of them lunged at him to tear him limb from limb, it was quickly intercepted by an arrow through it's neck. Courtesy of a man who would then step into the clearing and chase off the remaining predators.

After being saved, Terran was taken to his savior's humble home and cared for as if he were his son. His adopted father taught him many things about surviving alone in the wild, from archery to hunting to how to make a fire. Even a bit of earth magic that Terran (as his father had named him) found himself to be surprisingly skilled with.

Terran lived with his father for six years before he left on a hunting trip and never came back, seemingly having died on the mission. Though he never considered himself a very emotional person, we wept that night until he the tears would flow no more.

The next day the teen built an honorary grave to his adopted father. Among the possessions he had left behind in the small home in the woods he found a strange staff, seeming to pulse with power. There was a note attached, and Terran realized that this was supposed to be a gift to him from his late parent.

He gathered his things and left the

Current Events: - Having been living in solitude among the woods for the past four years he has grown quite lonely. Deciding to venture into a nearby village for the first time since his father's death, he has little in the way of money but he is an experienced hunter and has begun to sell the meat and skins of killed animals to put some change in his pockets.

The villagers are somewhat wary of him, and he doubts he wants to know what they about him behind his back. Suffice to say he is not incredibly well-liked.

Skills:

His main forte lies in dealing with all things of the wilderness, be that survival skills, hunting or bowmanship. He is also quite apt with Earth magic, though he is completely untrained with the other elements.

His primary combat style is a long-range approach, either hurling boulders or sharp chips of rock at enemies, or picking them off with precise shots from his longbow.

Terran is both light and quick on his feet, he has to be to traverse the rough terrain he usually finds himself in. Or to stalk an animal through the woods.

Gear:

Various survival items, including dried or smoked meats, fire starting equipment, items for shelter.

A magical focusing staff, allowing him to cast with less drain on himself, and enabling him to use more precise spells.

Longbow and quiver.

Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

@Lady Sven Thank you! I'll try to get a post in later today :)

Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

My character application.

Terran Aver - The Wanderer

Additional Appearance Information:

Other than the clothes found in the image, he also wears a simple leather quiver strapped to his waist. His facial tattoos travel down the back of his bald head, ending at his shoulders. His eyes are as brown as the earth he weilds, with a tan complexion fitting of a man who spends most of his life outdoors.

Name:

Terran Aver

Race:

Human

Age:

21

Height/Weight:

6'2 182

Personality Information:

Snarky, sarcastic, and sometimes downright rude. A life primarily lived in the wilds has raised him with effectively no manners at all. And a dose of cynicism after wandering through village after village, witnessing one tragedy after another.

Terran is very level headed and doesn't often let his emotions cloud his judgment, both in and out of combat. And he can usually be considered a pretty relaxed person.

He feels awkward expressing deep emotions, especially when trying to convey his care for friends/loved ones. Terran can also sometimes be quite self-detrimental.

Brief Backstory:

Terran remembers little of his parents or early childhood, only that he had been forced to live in an orphanage from a very young age. He, like many of the other children there, was unhappy with his life that mainly consisted of doing manual labor for either food, or a small sum of money to help keep the orphanage afloat.

At the age of 11 he fled the village, having no idea where to go or what to do when he escaped, Terran wandered into the woods. He had heard the stories of course, of the strange magic that enchanted the forest, causing trees to get up out of the ground and walk around when no one was looking, trees that were alive.

Seeing no walking wood or magical creatures to speak of, he hiked further into the woods without fear. After hours of searching for something (though what he didn't know) the child had grown very tired, and happened upon a dry, welcoming cave. Unfortunately for him, a pack of wolves must have thought the cavern was equally welcoming, as they had already taken the cave as their own.

The boy ran faster than he had ever run, hoping that somehow he would be able to escape the ferocious beasts that were swiftly gaining on him. Terran was eventually surrounded by the hungry looking animals, and as one of them lunged at him to tear him limb from limb, it was quickly intercepted by an arrow through it's neck. Courtesy of a man who would then step into the clearing and chase off the remaining predators.

After being saved, Terran was taken to his savior's humble home and cared for as if he were his son. His adopted father taught him many things about surviving alone in the wild, from archery to hunting to how to make a fire. Even a bit of earth magic that Terran (as his father had named him) found himself to be surprisingly skilled with.

Terran lived with his father for six years before he left on a hunting trip and never came back, seemingly having died on the mission. Though he never considered himself a very emotional person, we wept that night until he the tears would flow no more.

The next day the teen built an honorary grave to his adopted father. Among the possessions he had left behind in the small home in the woods he found a strange staff, seeming to pulse with power. There was a note attached, and Terran realized that this was supposed to be a gift to him from his late parent.

He gathered his things and left the

Current Events: - Having been living in solitude among the woods for the past four years he has grown quite lonely. Deciding to venture into a nearby village for the first time since his father's death, he has little in the way of money but he is an experienced hunter and has begun to sell the meat and skins of killed animals to put some change in his pockets.

The villagers are somewhat wary of him, and he doubts he wants to know what they about him behind his back. Suffice to say he is not incredibly well-liked.

Skills:

His main forte lies in dealing with all things of the wilderness, be that survival skills, hunting or bowmanship. He is also quite apt with Earth magic, though he is completely untrained with the other elements.

His primary combat style is a long-range approach, either hurling boulders or sharp chips of rock at enemies, or picking them off with precise shots from his longbow.

Terran is both light and quick on his feet, he has to be to traverse the rough terrain he usually finds himself in. Or to stalk an animal through the woods.

Gear:

Various survival items, including dried or smoked meats, fire starting equipment, items for shelter.

A magical focusing staff, allowing him to cast with less drain on himself, and enabling him to use more precise spells.

Longbow and quiver.