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Edited by Amelian Draco:
11/14/2014 10:06:31 PM
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Name:Dothren
Race: demon
Weapons: iron greatsword
Armor: leather armor, black cloak
Strength (3 )
Intelligence ( 2)
Charisma ( 3)
Agility (1 )
Stealth (0 )
Magic (2 )
Melee weapons (3 )
Ranged weapons (1 )
Observation (0 )
[spoiler]Dothren was once part of a noble house back in the demon realm, but was banished from his home for showing mercy to a human. He stands at about 7'1". He has long jet black hair that is part at his temples by a pair of horns that grow up then back almost like a rams. He's eyes are golden in color, but have specks of crimson red in them.
He finds himself on in the human's realm.
I hope this is alright[/spoiler]
He looks about for a moment then heads to the path.
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Edited by Atticus: 11/15/2014 12:15:49 AM[spoiler]You have 50 gold by default and you may design a custom inventory (at least while I am a managing you) consisting of momentos, but nothing overly powerful or imbalanced, if you get what I mean by that.[/spoiler] The sun is shining a few white clouds are seen in the distance northwest - if they carry rain towards or away from you is only going to be anwered by time. From the grassy hill you see the path, bearing the marks of many footsteps of adventurous warrioirs and the traces left by the rich carriages of thrifty wandering merchants, sparsely surrounded by trees. You step upon its centre, hearing the crumbling of stone under your shoes. You roam along the path, passerby slightly startled at sight of your towering stature. As the path continues trees seem to become even more rare until your sight meets the first cottage; its walls made out of cobblestone and its roof out of hay. A farmer with a sray hat is working the field outside.
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[spoiler]in my bag there is a couple of letters from used to be loved ones and old friends. If it is ok there is also a book of spells from my younger sister. (Holds mostly weaker spells. If allowed will teach me spells at random. [/spoiler] I stop for a moment as I face the farmer. I try to look as peaceful and not like I'm about to start burning everything. Approaching the farmer, "Hail friend, would you mind telling me of who is in charge of these lands?" Might as well find some work or something.
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He stops ploughing the fields and squints at you, while his buff stray hat is throwing a shadow over his eyes. He plays with his well-kept grey mustache, gives you a smirk, revealing his, surpisingly, very white teeth and says: "No." He takes up the plough again and intends to continue his work.
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A little confused, I stand there for a moment. Then fallowing him, "Sir, I don't mean any trouble, but I'm obviously new to the land. If you won't tell me who is in charge then could you tell me about this area?" I continue to speak as I walk side by side.
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"Sir?", he chuckles "I haven't been called that since – I've never been called that." he recollects himself: "Of this field; I am in charge. This feud and its town; a [i]'''very nice''' [/i]person named Gundal is responsible for. Then there's our's overlord's overlord; and in reign over him are, of course, the circles of the aristocrats." He proves himself to be quite knowlegdeable: "This region is rural, mainly populated by peasants like me and also the townsfolk, who are all penned up in inside of the murals. [i]Sir[/i]." He tips his stray hat and laughs.
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I chuckle along with the farmer for a moment, then ask, "could you tell me of this Gundal person?" I might end up working with this Gundal...or against, I think to myself.
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Edited by Atticus: 11/16/2014 12:07:34 AM"He resides in a mansion inside the city, which juts out compared to the buildings.", he ponders "Likes to hold speeches in front of the townsfolk or so I've heard - he keeps out the peasants, so I don't know whether it's true or not."
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I scratch my red chin, "a little odd that he wouldn't let peasants in, but what do I know about humans. I shouldn't keep you from your work, thank you for the information." I trun away from the farmer, and start to continue along the path.
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Edited by Atticus: 11/17/2014 12:04:02 PMYou continue you way and after a short walk your sight is greeted by the stone walls of the town. You step closer and see a group of people asking for permission to enter; two of them with short brown hair, the left wearing an earthy-brown tunic and the right strutting leather attire. It seems that there is a woman between the two as you guess from the long, glossy blond hair and the decorated green dress that she graces. The step in after being granted said permission.
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I peacefully walk towards the gate to ask for permission to enter, "Hail sir, I would wish to enter your town," I tempt to persuade him," I mean no harm to your people. I only wish to find work."
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[spoiler]You've assigned 16 points.[/spoiler]
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Crap, sorry
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Edited by Atticus: 11/14/2014 11:43:42 AM[spoiler]Mind if I take care of you until the other DMs take note of your post? Just have in mind that I am probably not consistently posting. They are very few and are quite busy managing even up to 10 people at once. You know, I like your writing - maybe you could attend to become a DM too and help them out if it strikes your fancy. I know from personal experience that it can be quite fun.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I wouldn't mind at all. I was actually planning on trying it out, but I wanted to get back into the hang of things first[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Alright - I'll soon reply to your original post again. And if you want to know how to properly DM anyone just look at the threads managed by Windom or luke4dead.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]alright thanks[/spoiler]
