“Well, that’s that taken care of…” Asawin managed to squeeze out from his burnt lips. He brushed himself a little before sighing.
“We can’t risk the chance of people coming here and seeing us, it might be better if we leave now” he suggested, glancing at the burning scenery in front of him.
The smoke was still clearing, but Jameson realized very quickly that he was outmatched. Now that the man paying him to participate in his foolish endeavors was dead, he quickly sheathed his knife in his belt loop and ran from Asawin when his back was turned. He needed to get the dogs and leave.
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(I hope I'm not too late to join)
(Probably not)
(I'll write my character just in case then)
Asawin turned around and was tempted to follow Jameson. He spread his wings and got into a running stance. In the end, however, Asa sighed and straightened himself.
“We can let him go for now I guess…” he suggested, fidgeting with one of his fallen metallic feathers.
Name: Boris Tenaviev
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Shipping?: Allowed
Appearance: He has a brown balbo beard, bald head, green eyes and a scar along his left cheek. Though he usually keeps his lower face covered under a bandana and his head with a ushanka. His body is bulky and a bit muscular with a height of 6'5. He either wear thick clothes or armor on his body.
Personality: Despite Boris relying on brute force and his weapon, he is usually calm and timid. He isn't the best at making friends and his mind isn't the brightest though he shouldn't be underestimated in head to head, one vs one fights.
Race: Human
Weapon of Choice: A medium weighted flail with blunt spike on a single metal striking head along side a light wooden curved triangular shield with a metal frame.
Background:
Boris lives in the northern part of the continent which is covered in snow. It was underdeveloped with small population.
As a result, he decided to travel downwards reaching a small city known for skilled mercenaries and had trained many techniques from the city.
A few years later, he would become a mercenary and an adventurer without a definite goal.
Other: He has little knowledge of magic which is mostly for survival. He has mastered his flail and shield techniques and also hand to hand combat though he is inexperienced with ranged weapons.
[If there is something wrong(location of cities, places) , please notify me]
(Should I introduce my character in the roleplay?)
(I think you can introduce him using the commotion that’s going on)
Boris had seen the smoke from afar and was gradually making his way to the source carrying his bags and equipment along the way. Though not knowing, Boris was practically standing on the path that Jameson will have to go through to get to his dogs.
Danny saw the man making his way to the town and quickly wrapped himself in his Cloak, going invisible. The cloak held it for a second and then flickered back into its visible state. He grunted in the effort and covered himself completely, trying to blend in with the dirt. It's wasn't good camouflage at all.
Boris turned towards the general direction Danny was in as he saw something abnormal. Though he was more interested in the commotion that was happening in the town. Boris would keep on walking along the path slowly
Nida was close to the town when the battle occurred she watched from close by concealed in the smoke and nearby shadows
Hosea moved through the smoke, slowly, he'd lost sight of whoever he'd seen moving through the smoke. So now he was just planning on getting out of the town and getting back to the barn. Hopefully the others would head back to the barn as well.
As Jameson moved through the smoke, there was a large figure nearby, almost as large as him. Placing his hand over his knife in an attempt to hide it, he quickly pressed on until he ran into Boris.
"Sir!" Jameson cried, moving his mouth like a normal person instead of one with lockjaw. "You need to get out of here, it isn't safe! Some pyromaniac and a crazy woman with a gun did this! I need to go back and make sure my dogs are safe!"
Danny heard Jameson yelling about a crazy woman with a gun, and put two and two together.
"I was right, it was the man who hired her." He muttered to himself.
The Scythe slid out of his hand as Danny slowly tried to sit up. Magic was almost impossible at this point, but he could still move. He grabbed his scythe on the ground and stood up, checking to make sure the knife was still in his cloak. His legs were wobbly but he steadied himself and dragged himself over to Jameson and Boris, using his scythe as a walking stick.
"Uh, hi!" He says, a bit tiredly. "Could you direct me to this crazy gun person?"
"If you're going after her, I wouldn't recommend it," the manservant replied. "You already seem to be in no condition to fight, and I heard them argue during the chaos. A shot rang out a few seconds later, and I haven't seen or heard from either since."
"Well if she shot the fire guy then I'll be fine. So, down there?" He says, pointing towards the town.
"Maybe? I would assume she would want to keep destroying things."
"Nah, I know her. She's not the destroying things type. Plus, I have more capable friends down there too, so bye!" He waves and starts walking down to the town, still limping along with his scythe.
Hosea made it to the edge of town and stopped. He pulled his hood down and then pulled the cloak off. It was to warm by this point to be wearing it. He scanned the town and the the smoke cloud for any sign of the others. He spotted two people he didn't know, and spotted Danny disappear into the smoke, going back into town. Hosea sighed and hung his cloak on a branch. "This is not what I wanted to deal with at this time in the morning," he grumbled. Then he walked back towards the town going to check to if there were any injured people that needed help.
As Lida was walking among the outskirts of the town he noticed Hosea walking back to town she followed him as he was walking back to town as she could see the town more clearly she accidentally fell in a ditch “damn!” She hoped the man hadn’t heard her
Boris watched as Danny faded into the smoke. "Where are you going to? After you checked on your dogs" He said with a low voice tone and a wierd accent as he turned his head towards Jameson.
Hosea continued going through the town stopping every once in a while and tipping his head slightly. Then he completely stopped and turned around looking at the rooftops and into the dark alleyways. "Alright whoever decided to start following me needs to either stop and go away, or just come out and tell me why."
Nods stepped out of the smoke and came into the man’s line of sight. “I’m right here” she raised her hand in friendly way but she kept the other hand down so she would be ready for a fight
Danny heard Hosea and started towards him since it was still smokey and he couldn't see anyone.
"I thought I got most of it, darn smoke. By the time I'll have enough energy to store it again it will all dissipate."He muttered.
He walked almost in between them, covered by the smoke until he saw the dark elf and stopped. Not wanting to get in a possible argument/fight, he skirted towards Hosea. To announce his presence beside Hosea he cleared his throat loudly.
"How's it going?"
Hosea tipped his head to let Danny know he'd heard him. He was keeping his eye on Lida. "Any particular reason you were following me? And please, I'm a healer you don't need to worry about getting into a fight."
"Please don't start a fight. I'm not quite in the mood to defend anything." Danny adds, still leaning on his Scythe. He was gaining strength, but still not enough to do any magic or anything big.
"We're not going to get into a fight," Hosea said keeping his eye firmly on the dark elf in front of him. "Though you definitely know how, judging from your stance and where your hand is. I promise that I will not attack you, I'm a healer."
"Good, cause I need to REST. Do you know where anyone else is? Like, Gen or Asa? I could've sworn I'd got most of the smoke, but it just keeps coming!" Danny says tiredly.