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I'm always up for a good RP! If you're interested, just ask!

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Over the groaning of the other patients in the clinic, Vance heard footsteps approaching his bed. He, and Eve, looked over to see their companion, Miercoles. A small smile appeared on Vance’s face as he looked at the spellsword, who seemed to walked away from the battle unscathed, at least visibly. He remembers what he saw on the battlefield. The man was an impressive fighter, and good with a sword, a welcome ally to anyone’s team.

"We meet again. I'm just here to get some information, so tell me of the other person assigned to our group. You happen to know her or something about her?"

Vance rested his head back on his pillow, closing his eyes, and trying to remember her name.

“Elle of Asterith.” He said after a moment, remembering what the town crier had said.

“There were some female villagers with us out there, but I don’t think that any of them were her.” He said with some uncertainty in his tone. “I don’t even know what she looks like” he said, shrugging a bit, though luckily, the painkillers were taking effect. He had personally never been to Asterith in his travels, though he had heard of it.

He stood up, wearing nothing but a white piece of cloth around his waist to cover himself. He was unaware that they had stripped him down to this before treating him, but it made sense. He had a small blush on his face as he walked over to his regular clothes, putting on his pants, and then his socks, staying bare chested for now. He looked over to his armor, thinking that he would wait until the next assignment to put it back on. He wanted to relax for a while, maybe get a drink, and of course, get paid.

“Has anyone mentioned the next assignment, yet? How many people survived the first quest?” he said, looking at Miercoles.
I'll be making my next post tomorrow evening. Sorry for the delay, I didn't think that my errands today would take this long.
@Happy Go Lucky Be careful with Vance. He's still recovering.

Don't rush in like:
I think when veltis recovers from his fatigue once he reaches the ToH, and notices vance isnt there, im gunna have him visit vance in the clinic place so vance isnt alone n stuff, get some character development there.


Aww.
Inside the safety of the clinic, Vance was lying in bed. His armor and clothes were propped against the wall, next to the bed, and Eve was sitting on the edge of the bed near his shoulder.

He tossed and turned a bit, dreaming as the painkillers that were administered started to take effect. He saw a man in black garb, and a mule, then a knife drawn, and put to his throat. One quick slice and the deed was done. As the man drew the knife across his skin in the dream, he awoke. His eyes were wide and he gasped, quickly sitting up in bed. The motion, and sound, had scared Eve to the point that she nearly fell off. His hand reached up to feel his neck, to make sure that it was just a dream.

“Who was that?” he thought. He could have sworn that what he saw in his dream actually happened, but he wasn’t far from gone when it did, so he couldn’t be sure.

When Eve recovered from her surprise, she quickly flew to him, hugging his neck as tightly as she could. “Oh gods, I thought you were gone! Don’t you ever do that again!” She said with tears in her eyes, still clinging to him.

Vance shrugged a bit, wincing at the pain in his newly readjusted shoulder. “It was either that, or die” he said with a ‘matter of fact’ tone.

She gave him a look that said. “You better not die!” She still had tears running down her cheeks as she looked at him.

“Were there any other survivors?”
he said, looking from his shoulder to her. “Not many” she said, shaking her head.

Vance was still too weak to fully heal his shoulder, so he would let the painkillers do their work.
Eve explained to him where they were, and that when he was feeling better, he should go out to the tavern to meet the remaining heroes who survived their battles, and, of course get paid.

As a priest walked through the clinic, blessing the survivors, he stopped at Vance, reaching into a small pouch and bringing out a small, silver cross on a chain, which he handed to Vance. The Templar looked at it for a minute before Eve snatched it away, unfolding the chain and putting it over his head. The metal was cold against his skin, but it looked good sitting against his bare chest. He needed a little while longer to recover before he could meet the other heroes, and collect his payment.
I am sorry if you felt cheated, Jerk chicken, but the fact was that people were waiting nearly a week to post, due to our group finishing. This, in my experience, is how people drop out of RPs. They get tired of waiting, and set sail for more active threads. Snarl has done a damn good job of holding this together. I don't want to see his hard work go to waste because people got bored of waiting, and left.

I'm sorry if I was too hasty, but things needed to move forward, and you hadn't posted in four days, and never gave us an ETA for your next post.
@Snarl Nice post!
@Uruvion I'm going to make Gian try and eat Vance or something o v o


x.x Eve is going to be pissed.
I won't be able to post during most of the weekend, but I'll be back Sunday evening. I'm going to assume that some warm-hearted do-gooder will take what's left of Vance to the nearest clinic.
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